if youre expecting imagine me and you then you will be disappointed

Do you wanna be a Serpent?

She was beautiful. The kind of beautiful you have to look twice at just to make sure it’s real, the kind of beautiful you see plastered in teen magazines. But she was also the kind of beautiful that was kept hidden away, locked up behind ponytails and pastels.

She had absolutely no idea how beautiful she was and it was clear in the way she looked down while she walked, the way her shoulders would slump every time she was around another girl, the way her nose would scrunch up when her raven haired best friend would tell her she looked pretty.

But she was beautiful, there was no denying it. Everyone could see it, especially heir to the Serpent throne, Jughead Jones.

It had been three weeks since Southside High had merged with Riverdale High and the divide was still as clear as ever, the scantily clad Southsiders had taken over half of the cafeteria while the townies kept ground outside by the picnic benches. Some NorthSiders however, chose to stay in the middle, constantly floating between acceptance and the uncomfortable twist of the unknown. Betty Cooper and her group of friends were definitely part of that floating section.

He had been taken with her right away, from her perfectly tightened ponytail to the sunshine yellow cardigan she had been wearing when she welcomed them to Riverdale High, a smile so big he was afraid her cheeks might split. Everything about her screamed fake, she was too put together, too perfect, but.. she wasn’t, she wasn’t fake at all, she genuinely accepted the Southside, she wanted to help, make it better. After only a few minutes he could tell that there was so much more to the cheerleader in front of him then Prom committee and ribbons in her hair.

He thought about her, her tiny shoulders wrapped in his leather jacket, her arms wrapped around his waist as she rode onthe back of his motorcycle. She could be the serpent queen, no one would disrespect her, not if they knew what was good for them. He had imagined it so clearly, it was in his head now, always there and burned into his thoughts.

He shared nearly every class with her and she was by far the brightest student he had ever seen, determined, ambitious, dedicated. And she was handy, he had seen the way she worked in shop class, hands buried deep in the engine of some beat up camaro as her partner Reggie handed her parts and peered over her shoulder. She was an anomaly, a challenge in the sense that he never knew what to expect, and he loved it, thrived on it. Maybe it was creepy, strange that he was constantly watching her, observing, but that wasn’t going to make him stop. He wasn’t bothering her, he never planned on saying a word to her, blissful ignorance, but that didn’t last very long at all.

He had been minding his own business, trying to figure out how to open the high tech locker that wasn’t busted and didn’t have a collection of safety pins as it’s lock when he saw it. Saw her… saw him.

Malachi, Leader of the ghoulies, leaning up against the locker next to none other than Betty Cooper, the longer haired boy leering at the beautiful blonde in her tiny cheerleading uniform. She was looking up at him under her eyelashes as the leopard wearing boy grinned. Jughead was there in seconds flat standing just a few lockers away.

“I figure you’d like a taste of the wild side, I could give you a ride. You like taking rides?” His eyes trailed up and down her body as she took a step back.

“No, no I don’t. Thank you for the offer though.” She went to walk away but was stopped by his hand on her arm, a collection of expensive rings digging into the soft skin of her forearm.

Jughead slammed his hand on the locker behind him causing both the students to snap their attention towards the beanie wearing boy making his way towards them.

“She said no.” He growled, gently pushing Betty behind him as he stood between the two, his eyes locked on his rivals, an intense stare down taking place.

“She ain’t your bitch to speak for.” Malachi smirked, his fists clenched.

Jughead opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off when the tiny blonde shoved him aside

“excuse me? Did you just call me a bitch? Have you lost your mind?! In what planet does that work? Have you ever gotten a respectable partner by calling them a bitch? You’re a disgrace, a disappointment to the entire male race. I don’t know what school you think you’re in but this is Riverdale High, this is my school and if you call me a bitch again I will send a swarm of angry football players and hormonal cheerleaders right in your direction. Learn how to speak to humans before trying to strike up a conversation.” Betty flipped her ponytail, grabbing a shocked and grinning Jughead by the hand and tugging him down the hallway, she turned around one final time “and by the way? I would much rather be a Serpents girl than a Ghoulies girl, what kind of a gang name is that?”

Jughead held it in as long as possible finally releasing the laugh he had been holding in when Betty locked the door to some small office with old computers and books strewn everywhere. He gripped the corner of a desk as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes

“A disgrace to the male population” he choked out over a laugh, his eyes finding Betty as she smiled proudly from her space perched against her work desk.

“Well it’s true! He’s a pompous ass and we already have enough of those in Riverdale.” She defended, waiting for his laughter to die down. After a few seconds Jughead straightened himself out, the smile still a ghost on his lips

“I’m Jughead Jones and that was impressive, I’ve never seen a girl talk to Malachi like that, I actually don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl turn down Malachi.” The leather clad teen stuck his hand out, jumping back a bit when her soft palm connecting with his rough calloused one sent jolts down his spine.

“I’m Betty Cooper and I’m not afraid of him. Besides he’s not quite my type.” By the way she was staring down at their joined Jughead could tell she must have felt the electricity too.

“Good. You don’t have to be.” He continued “I’m not letting him near you again, that guys a creep.”

Betty giggled

“Is this some Serpent versus Ghoulie thing? Are you trying to see how many north side girls you can get on your side?” The cheerleader teased, a hint of sincerity in her tone.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Jughead spoke

“Nah, not Northside girls. Just one girl.” His eyes found hers and for a moment blue met green and the clash of colors seemed to blend so perfectly.

A knock on the door broke them out of their moment, it was a redheaded boy who was waving his hand at Betty.

“That’s Archie.” She giggled “I’m fixing his car for the third time this week and he has a hot date with Veronica tonight, I shouldn’t keep him waiting, he’s insufferable when he’s impatient.” She rolled her eyes playfully, her hand was on the door handle when Jughead spoke

“You meant what you said about rather being a Serpents girl?” He questioned boldly, his eyes locking on hers, it wasn’t a question it seemed to be a…….

Challenge.

Betty grinned, dimples poking through her cheeks

“Anytime, anywhere.”

Make the popcorn

This is about shawn’s best friend confronting him about dating rumours. Idk I just felt like writing this. I’m not naming any girl or anything. It’s completely impartial, it could be about anyone.

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“Why are you doing this?” you asked. You were slightly annoyed but mostly disappointed.

“What do you want me to do? What have I done wrong? Am i not allowed to live? I’m 19, for fuck’s sake!"he raised his voice and stood up from the couch moving towards the kitchen.

"Bullshit. You know that’s not what I meant!” you felt you were going to lose your temper because he was refusing to see things from a different perspective. “What i-”

“You live in a different world, (Y/N). I don’t expect you to understand”. Shawn was being unreasonable and this wasn’t the boy you knew.

“I’m not the one who’s got something to understand. That’s you. People don’t care what I think! But they care what you think, and what you say and what you do. Jesus.” you exclaimed going around the counter, on the opposite side from him. “Are you seriously not seeing how this affects people?”

“Wh- What? This doesn’t affect anybody. It’s my private life.” he retorted taking a step back. It was obvious that what he said was exaggerated and not true and he knew it, but it was too late. He already said it.

“You’re way past the point where what you do in your private life affects only you, Shawn. You act like you didn’t already know all of this.” You felt like you were talking to a brick wall. You knew there was something he was not telling you, there was something more there, something you didn’t know and maybe that’s why you weren’t able to understand him. “Well, do you love her?” You asked bluntly starring directly into his eyes. You could he a flash of panic on in his face, his pupils dilated and his cheeks became a pale shade of pink. He wasn’t saying anything so you continued. “Because if you do love her, you should just come clean with all of this. Tell people. You think it’s gonna be bad what they’re gonna say about you two then? Seriously, it’s worse now. You’re lying to them.” After you finished your rant you took a deep breath, your lungs having ran out of air.

“I don’t. Love her. I don’t. That’s why i don’t what it out there. That’s why I don’t want to make it official. Hell, there is nothing to be made official.” He sounded drained, and exhausted, and you could tell this was a subject that he was happy to end sooner rather than later. “I told them there’s nothing between us” he paused for a long moment before continuing “That’s enough about this anyway. We’re either watching that movie or I’m going home”

You understood why this was not a pleasant topic so you didn’t push it. It hurt. You wondered what he actually felt, for some particular reason what he said about not loving her wasn’t convincing you. Maybe it was jealousy. Or concern. Either way you didn’t want it to affect your friendship.

“Make the popcorn.”

anonymous asked:

How do you think Chloe's redemption arc will go?

  • i want chloe to go too far
  • i know that’s hard to imagine with chloe, but for a moment, imagine she says something impossibly cruel, something she doesn’t necessarily mean, perhaps as a way to keep the upper hand, to win an argument, to keep up the superiority complex she has, what have you
  • imagine it’s directed to marinette who’s usually up and ready to banter back with her….and marinette doesn’t take it well
  • maybe it’s personal. maybe it digs deep in a way that marinette didn’t expect. but it leaves her with tears welling up, or perhaps it makes her run from the room in mortification
  • adrien screams at chloe, asks her what she was thinking. even sabrina is edging away from her and can’t look her in the eye. imagine the entire class losing complete respect for her and completely shutting her out. 
  • imagine chloe being alone
  • it’s maddening: adrien and sabrina won’t talk to her, no one will sit next to her in class, no one acknowledges her, and all she gets from the entire class is dirty stares
    • marinette’s are the worst. marinette stares at chloe like she’s wishing the world’s misfortune on her. marinette’s never looked at chloe like that. 
    • and it isn’t until she sees how marinette bores holes into the back of her head during class that chloe realizes she really messed up
  • imagine her hastily putting together a half-assed apology so that people will start talking to her again. but marinette isn’t having it. 
    • “you know, that’s really cold. to just apologize to me bc you want your friends back and not bc you mean it. how dare you. don’t waste my time with this again unless you mean it.”
  • after that, marinette isn’t mad at her anymore. she’s just done. it’s as if chloe is invisible, as if chloe isn’t at all worth her time, as if nothing chloe does can affect her anymore. sabrina still won’t speak to her. adrien acts as if he can’t recognize her. 
  • and that’s when chloe realizes she made a huge mistake. and she feels bad. 
  • so she actually starts apologizing. leaving apology notes in marinette’s locker and on her desk. sending her fb messages pleading with her to hear her out. approaching her desk everyday and asking her if she’ll just please speak to her and let her apologize. 
    • but marinette throws the notes out. blocks her on fb. ignores her when she approaches her. won’t let her in. 
  • chloe tries to do little things. orders huge commissions from the dupain-cheng bakery just to give them business. stops by in the mornings for croissants and fills their tip jar with bills. sends marinette expensive designer clothes in the mail to give her inspiration. offers to drop off her homework to her parents when marinette is sick.
    • it does nothing, even though marinette notices the gestures, but chloe keeps trying
  • because she never actually meant to hurt anyone this bad. she knows no one will believe her when she says this but this isn’t what she wanted. she didn’t want marinette to treat her like this. didn’t want anyone to treat her like this. 
  • and deep down, she realizes that ladybug – her idol, her hero, her role model – would hate what she’s done. and disappointing ladybug is the absolute last thing she ever wanted to do. 
  • so chloe keeps working. working to make ladybug proud. working to win back marinette’s trust. working to show adrien and sabrina that they weren’t wrong to befriend her. working to show the whole class that she’s a good person. deep down. somewhere. she is. she promises. she’ll show them. 
  • one day after school, when there’s a torrential downpour and marinette has no umbrella, chloe catches her before she leaves, gives her an umbrella, and apologizes for probably the hundredth time. marinette doesn’t respond to the apology, but accepts the umbrella, mutters a short thanks, and heads home
  • chloe accepts the coldness, realizes she deserves it, and doesn’t stay angry. instead, she pulls her sweater over her head to cover herself from the rain, and waits on the steps for her car to come
    • she doesn’t realize that there’s an old man a few blocks from the school who watched the whole exchange
  • when chloe gets home, she finds a small wooden box with strange markings sitting on her desk that she doesn’t remember putting there
  • she opens it to find a haircomb shaped like a bumblebee
Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?)

Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D

dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel)

There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

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{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing…must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her…and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} //{Part 27} {Part 28} {Part 29}

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The Brown Bottle

Pairings: Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

Word Count: 3400+

Summary: Sam is rough around the edges, you do your best to avoid him until one night you discover he’s your true mate and instincts take over. This is really just a lot of smut and a little plot to ease things along. 

My twist on a/b/o dynamics.

Beta:  @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: NSFW gif, knotting, mating, breeding, dominance, claiming, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, dirty talk, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

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You stop in your tracks, clutching an open hand over your abdomen.

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath as an afterthought. Shit doesn’t quite do this kind of pain justice. This cycle’s heat has brought what your mother, Millie (owner and proprietor of The Brown Bottle), refers to as The Real Motherfuckers. The kind of cramps that stop a woman unexpectedly while on her way to work well after sundown. The two generic suppressants you popped an hour earlier aren’t working as well as you hoped and you find yourself wishing you’d taken a third.

These are indeed The Real Motherfuckers.

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So, the time has come where I have decided to share my hidden Nashcon 2016 Cockles photo op with everyone.

Why did I wait so long? Because I told myself, as a silent promise to Jensen and Misha, I was going to wait one year from the day, before I share it, even though Misha said to share it initially. Haha. Anyway, it’s been four months past the year mark, and I have decided to finally unveil the photo, I know it might garnish some stuff from haters, and I might be called “disrespectful”, however I ask everyone to read below first, on how my situation went down with receiving the photo, and then cast your opinions.

 So, I am waiting in the photo op line nervous as all hell haha, I keep the front of the book hidden the entire time, just patiently and nervously waiting. The book I held in my hands was “The Threesome Handbook”, by Vicki Vantoch (For those who don’t know who she is, she’s the amazing woman married to Misha!!). I’ve had the idea in my mind for nearly a year on how funny it would be to take a photo of the three of us reading it, I could imagine Jensen’s “what the hell position is that?!” Face, I can imagine Misha’s mischevious intrigued face, and then I would just be there looking like a dork, haha, either way, it was a year’s idea in the making. So the time has come and here i am shaking with my book…When it is my turn…I walk up to them…I immediately went to Jensen first because above anyone else, I wanted to get his Blessing for the photo, I didn’t want him to do it if he was not comfortable with it, and I was perfectly fine if he would have declined…So, I’m right in front of Jensen and I say “I completely understand if you don’t want to do this but, if not, it’s okay, but can we do something with this?” I showed him the book Misha’s wife wrote “The Threesome Handbook”, and he was like “With this?” He replied with like a shocked laugh as he pointed at the book, I laughed a bit in embarrassment…Then at this moment Misha comes over to the two of us, he sees the book and giggles as he grabs it, Misha being amused at the sight of the book, all I could do is look on in embarrassment and nervously laugh. At this point however, Jensen’s handler came up right away and was like “ Nope. No. No.” And she snatched the book out of Misha’s hand. So he was like “Oh Well” with a shrug kinda look then I was like “Oh well”, I knew at that point it was the risk of asking, so I didn’t mind. So I turned to Misha and Jensen and was like “Hugs then?” So we did a hug picture. The bliss and awesomeness of being between those two, still sends shivers down my spine. Forgive the capital letters but this was the exciting part…after the picture I THEN HUGGED THEM BOTH AND SAID THANK YOU, THEN THE HANDLER GAVE THE BOOK BACK TO ME. I WAS READY TO WALK AWAY WHEN MISHA GRABBED MY HAND, PULLED ME CLOSE TO HIM AND TOLD THE PHOTOGRAPHER TO TAKE ANOTHER. SO MISHA HUGGED ME WHILE WE HELD THE BOOK AND JENSEN GAVE HIS LIKE “WHAT?!” FACE. I WAS IN SHOCK!!!! SO ALL I HAD ENOUGH REACTION TIME FOR WAS TO MAKE A DORKY LOOKING “Idk, worth a shot” SUGGESTIVE FACE.


It happened so quick…I was not expecting it at all…After the picture all I could do was happily give Misha another hug, and just mutter “Thank you thank Misha”, I gave Jensen one more quick one and kinda high tailed it out of the room shaking.

Now…I was absolutely happy, and just speechless, I had two ops, the op I wanted to do, and I spent more time with them. The thing is though…After some time…I felt bad…because I wasn’t sure if Jensen was upset…or kinda just disappointed, because I felt maybe he didn’t want to do it and it was forced, as much as I appreciate it…To confirm, I decided to apologise to him when I got my autograph…The stressful part of it all, was the timing…See…I had to wait for the pictures to print, I wanted to grab it right away because I know sometimes people take photos of other people’s pictures, and I didn’t want this to get out by someone else’s hand. The thing is Jensen was then signing autographs in the same time…So, I was pacing back and forth from the picture table and the autograph hall to see how the lines were, just as it seemed like autographs were almost over, as they called my row many minutes before, the pictures were put out. LUCKILY I received my picture and I was able to make the line for Jensen, photo hidden. So again I nervously wait in line, when I got to him in line, he recognized me and said “Hey you” and smiled, and of course I was like “Hi” *giggles* and then I said “Jensen I’m really sorry about the book photo op”. He smiled and was like “ah, it’s no problem at all” And I said “Okay I just wanted to make sure you know I didn’t mean anything bad by it” and he said “Don’t worry about it, it’s perfectly fine”. I apologized to his handler also and she said “ Its okay honey, I’m not mad about it” and they both said you have a good night and pretty much don’t worry. So *SIGH OF RELIEF*

Got my autograph and his Blessing!! However me being me, I wanted security…So…To Make sure…When I got my Misha autograph, I walk up to Misha with items in hand to get signed.


Misha: “Oh hey it’s you, how are you?”


Me: “I’m good thank you, how are you?”


Misha: “I’m good, I’m good, are you having fun?


Me: “Yeah, it’s been really great”


*Misha begins to sign my items*


Me: *Nervously* “Can I ask you a question?”


Misha: “Of course go ahead”


Me: “Was Jensen upset with the photo with the book?”


Misha: *smiles, then giggles* “Oh no, he wasn’t upset at all. He would have gone through with it if a certain handler didn’t snatch it away from us”


Me: “Are you sure? I really don’t want him to be upset, I just didn’t think it’d be bad”


Misha: “No, don’t worry about it at all, he wasn’t upset” *Misha hands back items*


Me: “Okay, thank you Misha, thank you. You have a great night” *I say while gathering my stuff*


Misha: “You’re welcome. You too” *Misha smiles*


*I turn to walk away when Misha says to me*


Misha: “Don’t give it a second thought”


I respond by just smiling and saying a relieved “Okay”, and then I turn and head out to the hall.

So…This is that photo, from my amazing Nashcon 2016 time…I hope those viewing, find the humor in it as much as I do…If you’re gonna share it, please just attach this story with it, so people know, that yes while some might find it tasteless, it was done with a calculated understanding of the actor’s feelings behind taking the photo and not without asking their personal consent for it first, the events that unfolded from it, were not expected and were out of my hands, just as well I finally want to thank Misha and Jensen and just as well, Jared!! (Though they may not ever read this haha) for everything they’re do for the fans, it was a great time and is now a hell of a story I can add to my life of events. Everyone else…enjoy. :)


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@gameofthronesimagine: Could you do something with Harry Hook and the reader is from Auradon and is lifelong friends with Ben and she’s Tinker Bell’s daughter??


Word Count: 5251

Also, warning. I started out thinking this would be cute and fluffy. It kind of turned a little angsty.


“…What? This is a joke, right?”

You stared at Ben, trying to mask your horror with denial.

Ben – for his part – looked sheepish. “We need to mend ties with the Isle, and compromise is the best way to do that.”

“So, if Uma asked you to release Chernabog from the Isle, you’d be totally for it?”

“No, of course not–”

You rolled your eyes. “No, of course. Just the guy that tried. To. Kill. You.”

“Things are different. Uma and Harry don’t have any power in Auradon, and it’s not like I’m totally defenceless,” Ben pointed out, nodding to his two huge bodyguards stationed at the door to his office.

You briefly glanced at them, before looking back at Ben. “Anyone else. You could have released anyone else. What about that Gil guy? He sounded harmless. Or some of her pirate groupies.”

“She wanted Harry,” Ben said simply, taking a sip of his tea. “She wouldn’t budge on that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Great compromising there.”

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Let’s talk for a bit, because I’ve known about this for a while and I think now’s a good time to explain how I feel about using music not originally written for OC’s. This might be a lengthy read, because it’s personal. This vid was one of the first to use Tokyovania as Ink Sans’ theme.

I absolutely love when music can be associated with a character. I think it’s magical when a track makes you think of something you love or enjoy, and I love seeing messages or comments that I track I wrote would fit someone’s OC, because it feels special. Originally, this video was meant to be a tribute, with my track as the proposed theme, and I didn’t worry about it. After all, I didn’t write Tokyovania for Ink Sans, I wrote it for personal reasons, and I was sure most would understand that.

After a few months, it started to catch on for some reason that this indeed was written for him. A few other tribute vids were posted, and my name was nowhere to been seen as the artist of the track. On some videos, the name was also changed to Inklovania. The “Tokyo” was just erased, on a song containing the melody of “Tokyo Teddy Bear”, an incredibly special track I adored in 2014-2015. 

Back then I was in high school. It was me against the world, and I had two friends. Things became rough around September in 2015, and I’ll keep the events hidden because they’re not something I need a reminder of. By December I was alone, and I had nowhere to turn but to music. I walled myself off and focused on composing, and being quietly alone all the time eventually led to the idea of Undertronic.

It was around this time that I decided to compose a remix of Tokyo Teddy Bear, as it’s a song I associate with wishing I could be anywhere else when things aren’t great. Seeing as I was also remixing Undertale at the time, I thought I’d combine it with another track, as a particular character was also in the same situation as I was, in terms of emotion.

In short, it was a special little remix to me and it would stay that way until Ink Sans became involved. Like I mentioned, I love when others use my music for OC’s, but I started to realize there was something wrong when I was accused of stealing this theme from Ink Sans, that it solely belonged to him, that I didn’t write it and I was a terrible person.

And the list goes on and was almost constant. To many, I’ve been disregarded as the artist of the track because “It doesn’t matter who wrote it,” and nothing hurts more to a musical artist than having a personal song be taken, even accidentally, from you and it suddenly becomes something else. The meaning behind the song no longer matters, and no matter what I do, this song will always be known as his theme. 

It feels like a inconceivable back-stab knowing that literally millions believe this is his theme. I don’t even want to know how many would believe I stole the track from an OC, as if an actual artist doesn’t exist and the track magically created itself. Months went by, then a year went by, and I was very bitter about this track and the accusations I kept receiving. Finally I decided to write a response, and this response was “Tokyovania Control.”

I wrote in the description that I didn’t like the old Tokyovania. This is only partially true. I loved it for what it represented to me, I hated it for how I was being treated because of it.

If you may have noticed, I included new lyrics for Tokyovania Control. It was a slightly hidden, but direct message to how I felt, and it started at 0:53. Breakdown of the meaning is in the brackets.

How’d I get this feeling?  [How’d it come to this?]
I am running from this beauty,  [I am running from Tokyovania.]
Misunderstood or  [It’s been misunderstood what the track is about.]
Whom it’s made for?  [Who was the track made for? Even I’m not sure now.]
There’s no purpose,  [The song has lost its original meaning.]
Words are worthless.  [Explaining/arguing won’t do anything.]
Well, it’s still charming.  [I still adore the track though. It was special to me.]
I’d say “Sorry.”  [Sorry, it was my mistake to let harsh words harm me.]
“My mistake to let it harm me.”
“Pardon my writing.”  [Pardon my music, I’m sorry I got in your way, I should be thankful that this track is loved right? Indeed I am selfish for believing my name should be next to Tokyovania.]
Though it hurts, it still sounds special taken from me,
“Heh, oh well.”  [Though it hurts, Tokyovania still sounds special taken from me. There’s nothing I can do now, so oh well.]

It was hidden well, and I didn’t expect anyone to catch on. And I was right, no one figured out why these lyrics were added or what they meant.

So no, I still don’t mind when a track I write is used for an OC’s theme. I only mind when I become non-existent as the producer, because “Who cares who wrote it, just enjoy the music.” I also mind when I am repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me, and I’m a horrible person for stealing a theme that belongs to an OC.

It’s one of the reasons I tend to include signature melodies in my music now. I don’t want to be forgotten or disassociated with my work. I don’t want to be told I don’t deserve to be the artist. Is it annoying? To some it is, but it’s a hell of a lot better than going through another Tokyovania situation. Having a track recognized by millions as an OC’s theme scares me much more than having someone simply steal the track, and nothing is worse to a musician than being repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to an OC, and I’m scum for thinking otherwise.

I suppose what I’m trying to say, is be careful when you decide to pick songs to represent OC’s or AU’s. You may think no harm will be done, but it’s impossible to tell if something will take off. I don’t think this has ever been discussed before. I haven’t seen any musicians write about this, or share their thoughts. But I am friends with many of the Undertale remixers, and it’s sad to see that this has also been happening to one of my best friends Kamex with his “Your Best Friend” remix:

His music is gorgeous. He’s so kind & doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. If the remix is titled “Undertale Remix”, that does not mean it is an AU Remix. It is a remix for Undertale. But because this theme was used in an AU theme compilation video, the track apparently belongs to Underfresh. Again, no artist apparently exists and track magically created itself. Even worse, he feels he needs to prove it, so far as to say he has the project files if he needs to show it. To some, he’s not even respected as the producer. If you understand how I feel with Tokyovania, you can imagine how he feels as well.

Even Inktale’s creator recognizes Tokyovania as a theme for Ink, though it’s probably accidental.

Which makes me feel even more guilty, because I hate bringing people down. And knowing this wasn’t written for the AU will probably be a disappointing let-down.

So that’s about it, I thought I might as well share my thoughts, now that it’s almost been a year since this has been going on.

On another note, I’ve been working on something for Dusttale and Outertale. The Dusttale track will probably be the next vid, I dunno.

[Edit: I took a look to see if there were any comments marked as held for review, and the first one I find is-]

[The word choice gets more colorful in there.]

MBTI types as people I know

MBTI types as people I know
I’ve seen this a lot around here and I thought heck why not
Written by an INFJ

ISFJ
- Best Friend
- Seriously get yourself one of these they’re THE BEST
- Super stable and don’t like drama
- You can have fun with them over really small things like sharing M&M’s on the way to school
- Can cook like heaven
- Easily offended so watch your mouth
- Will share anything with you but you have to ask first
- Mom friend

ISTJ
- Best Friend
- JUDGMENTAL AF seriously go to a random city with them and they can give an half hour roast on a stranger’s shoes
- Notice literally everything
- Likes their cats over you and will send you adorable snapchats of them
- Will argue with the teacher and ask impossible questions until they cry
- They’re aesthetically gifted
- Sometimes does things that make you go “wtf kid” but you love them anyway

INTJ
- MBTI buddy. I introduced them to it and now they finally feel like somebody understands them even if it’s just the internet
- Seriously if you know one of these TALK TO THEM AND ASK THEM QUESTIONS they’re usually quiet but if you ask they’ll like that
- Intriguing
- Emotions are not their thing so don’t be feely with them
- They can’t cry
- Will somehow get you to tell your deepest traumas at 2 am for no apparent reason
- Do not take their painful, mean, accurate comments too seriously or you’ll end up with a major inferioritycomplex

ESFP
- Highly Recommended
- You can talk to them about literally anything
- Seriously there is no private when you talk to one of these which is kinda nice because sometimes there’s shit you can’t even tell your bff and that’s when the esfp comes in handy
- Will do stupid stuff and then continue to do even more stupid stuff
- They mean well but it somehow goes wrong every time
- Drama Queen
- GOSSIP they’re not good at it but if you wanna shit talk about someone they’re yours
- You easily forget you’re angry at them
- Feed them lemonade and say it’s wine and they’ll believe you and act drunk

ESFJ
- Perfect
- Annoyingly Perfect
- They join like five giveaways a day and they actually win something
- SO DAMN LUCKY
- Confident af on the outside but secretly pretty insecure
- Friends with everybody and they genuinely like everybody
- Knows everything about everyone but you don’t know a thing about them

ENTP
- Lazy genius
- They do everything except for the things they have to do
- PUNS. MEMES. MORE PUNS.
- Has watched a lot of shows and will remember every single episode which is great because they’ll understand your references when others don’t
- They have no sense of timing
- Sometimes make harsh comments without knowing the impact on someone and then act like the others are being petty
- They mean well but they’re not very insightful
- Snapchat game is on point

ENTJ
- Supersmart and annoyed at people who are not
- Watches horror series for fun
- Probably was the kind of kid that operated on their stuffed animals with real scissors
- They have a strange liking for the dead
- They care a lot about their friendships
- They expect you to feel what they are feeling and are Highly Disappointed when you don’t
- Secretly cinnamon rolls

INFJ
- I MET ANOTHER ONE OF ME HOLY SH*T
- I had never met one of me so you can imagine my happiness
- Big Sis Friend who shares everything with you
- They know about literally everything and everyone’s secrets
- Will get you to spill your crush and darkest secrets without asking and without returning the favour
- So pair them with an INTJ and you got yourself a duo that knows it all
- So nice omg (this is where she and I are different because i’m not as nice as her)
- They care about you A LOT even when they don’t say it
- Not the best talkers but write like Shakespeare would they want to

INFP
- So innocent
- Their pure souls don’t even know what smut is and all that
- PROTECT THEM AGAINST THE CRUELNESS OF THIS WORLD
- They always have food and/or are talking about food
- Under appreciated
- Cry over every goddamn movie even Kung Fu Panda
- They will tell you when you’re being rude or when you death stare and they won’t go easy on you
- Put them together with an INTJ that results in a ten-minute lecture on being nice from the INFP it’s hilarious
- Not taken seriously but you should because they give pretty damn good life advice
- “If you ever wanna be happy in life, buy purple sunglasses”

ESTJ
- Will someday be president
- Moral knight
- Will sigh at your stupidity but help you anyways
- Not the best at communication when it comes to group projects
- You only know you love them when they’re gone because then you realize that they are the link between everyone in your friend group and without them everything falls apart
- The one I know is super innocent idk if that goes for all ESTJs
- Is willing to do A LOT for their friends
- The grumpiest grump or a super hyper and happy no inbetween

ENFP
- Way too nice
- Seriously they’re nice to everyone so I’m never sure if they genuinely like you or if they’re just being nice
- Look good in every goddamn photo even when they’re not trying
- They look like happy campers but they have secrets that they don’t wanna tell to anybody (except to the INFJ and i’m really annoyed it’s the one I know and not me)
- Did I mention they’re too nice?

INTP *the intj friend wrote this because he knows the intp better - Really likes food - The best person to have an argument with, but will at the same time try to agree with you if it means something to you - Sleeps 12 hours a day - Always late - Looks after and cares for his friends a lot although they don’t notice it - Does not like telling intimate stuff - Needs to solve the fuck out of everything - The best person to have stupid and meaningless conversations/arguments (something in between) with about the immortality of lobsters

I’m sorry to istp, estp and isfp (edit: and enfj, so sorry!) i don’t know any of them

I Got You On My Mind (Part 7)

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: Jungkook reveals why he rejected you. But is it enough for you to forgive him?

Word count: 1.7k words

Originally posted by jungxook

You watched, mesmerized, as Jungkook fidgeted with his hands, the chords of muscles in his forearms flexing. His gaze was downcast, his plump lower lip caught between his teeth, as he struggled to find the words to stay. You found that this uncharacteristic nervousness made him seem more genuine, but still, it was difficult for you to trust Jungkook after everything that had transpired.

After recently regaining some of your memories, the wounds Jungkook had inflicted still felt fresh. Your heart ached as if it were only moments ago that Jungkook had tossed you aside.

The conflicting memories of Jungkook warred in your mind. On one hand, Jungkook had rejected you with cutting words and a cold heart. But on the other, he had helped nurse you back to health and remained resolutely by your side. Which one was the real Jungkook? 

You wanted desperately to hold onto the version of Jungkook you had imagined as a young girl, not the one who had been sleeping with your best friend.

“She won’t believe me,” Jungkook thoughts interrupted. Your gaze flickered to his, but he was still staring at the ground, unaware that he was projecting his thoughts. You could feel his uncertainty and fear through your soulmate bond. The sudden urge to comfort him arose, but you pushed it down.

“Jungkook, I promise I’ll listen,” you said quietly. His head shot up, Jungkook’s wide eyes peering into yours. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. “I can’t promise that I’ll believe you, or that everything will be fixed, but I’ll give you this chance to explain everything.”

Jungkook sighed and looked away, his jaw clenching.

“I know I need to explain this to you,” Jungkook began slowly. “But this is really hard for me. I don’t want to show this side of myself to you.”

“Believe it or not, I don’t hate you now and I probably never will,” you said with a small laugh. “We’re soulmates for a reason, you know.”

Jungkook gave you a small smile, his gaze flickering down. “I guess I’ll start from the beginning then.”

You nodded, waiting patiently as Jungkook took an unsteady breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, before exhaling slowly and looking back at you. His eyes were raw and honest.

“The first time I heard your thoughts, I was six,” Jungkook recalled with a fond smile. “You didn’t hear me for awhile later. I still remember what you thought. ‘That looks like a fun tree to climb.’”

“That was the first thing you heard?” you asked incredulously. “I remember that! I climbed a tall-ass tree in the park, and I fell and broke my arm.”

“I know,” Jungkook replied grimly. “I felt it, too. For such an underdeveloped bond, it didn’t make sense for me to be able to feel your emotions. But I could. All I could feel was your panic and pain.”

You winced, recalling the memory from all those years ago. For a six-year-old, it was a terrifying experience.

“I was so young at the time,” Jungkook continued. “I didn’t understand why I could feel emotions that weren’t mine. I didn’t know why I could hear someone else’s thoughts. And I couldn’t understand why I cared so much about a person I’d never met.”

You opened your mouth, but Jungkook cut you off immediately. “Don’t apologize,” Jungkook said, smiling slightly. “I got over it, eventually. It got easier when you started to hear me.”

“That wasn’t until, like, a year later,” you frowned. “That must’ve been so strange.”

“It felt a little intrusive,” Jungkook shrugged. “But your thoughts were pretty entertaining. Plus, I was a really shy kid, so you were my only friend for a little while.”

“That’s really sad,” you said quietly, your voice lilting. “We didn’t have an actual conversation until we were nine.”

“We could have had spoken sooner, but I didn’t want to,” Jungkook confessed, looking away. “I learned how to block my thoughts, mostly. Sometimes I can’t, if I get too emotional.”

“Why didn’t you want to talk to me?” you questioned, a little hurt.

“It wasn’t you,” Jungkook replied immediately. Then, he frowned and clenched his fists. He didn’t speak for several moments, but when he did, his voice was quiet. “It was because of my parents. They were soulmates, but for some reason, they didn’t get along.

“My mom found out that my dad was cheating on her, and it was a mess. They divorced a few months later. My mom got custody, and my dad sort of spiralled,” Jungkook explained, his voice coloured with shame. “I didn’t know how to face my own soulmate after that. I didn’t even know if I could believe in soulmates anymore.”

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “If I had known, I would’ve–”

“No, I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook interrupted. “You were the only person I could pretend to be fine with. You were the only person who didn’t know how fucked up my family–how fucked up I was.”

“You were just a child,” you argued. “How could I think badly of you?”

Jungkook just shook his head. “I wanted to seem like a good person in front of you,” he said. “Even after my parents, I still wanted to believe in soulmates. I wanted to have something to look forward to. You were always so happy, it was easy to pretend with you.”

A few moments of silence passed as Jungkook tried to collect his thoughts. You wanted to reach out, to hold him, but you didn’t know if he would appreciate that.

“My mom had to work a lot to support me and my brother, so she wasn’t home often,” Jungkook continued, his voice low. “My dad picked up drinking. He tried to take us home with him, once. The police had to come.

“My brother was hit pretty hard, since he was older when it happened. I was in middle school when he started high school. He joined a gang, started getting into fights and dealing.

“I didn’t follow him, but I got involved with some pretty bad people. You know what my reputation’s like–it’s because that’s who I am. From high school till now, all I did was party. I drank, I did drugs, I slept around.”

“Why didn’t I know any of this?” you asked, confused. “In all the years we’ve been talking, I couldn’t tell that a single thing was off.”

“I showed you what I wanted you to see,” Jungkook replied with a cold laugh. “I was hoping by the time I met you, I would’ve already cleaned up my act. I didn’t expect to see you that night, and I was so ashamed of myself. And I ended up pushing you away, because I wasn’t ready for you to see me like that.

“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, but I fucked it up anyway,” Jungkook said, his words venomous. “I ruined everything before it even began. It’s fucked up, but after you lost you’re memories, I thought it was like a second chance. I know, it’s fucking disgusting, but I wanted you to see the person I could become.”

“Jungkook…”

“Look, I know everything about me is fucked up, okay?” Jungkook spat. “I don’t want to hear apologies, I don’t need pity. I don’t need forgiveness, either. This is the truth. This is everything I never wanted you to know.”

“Jungkook!” you repeated, more firmly this time. You reached out and grabbed his hand, which was clammy, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Listen to me. All I wanted was for you to be honest with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed or ashamed of your past, of yourself. If I’m your soulmate, I want to love all of you.”

Jungkook stared at you, his mouth hanging open slightly.

“If anything, I wish I could have been there for you,” you continued sadly. You played with his large hand, weaving your own fingers in between his. “We’re soulmates, you know? We’re supposed to support each other. There’s a reason why we’re connected, even if we don’t understand.”

“I just hate disappointing you,” Jungkook sighed, squeezing your hand back. “I was afraid to see our relationship crumble. Just being soulmates–I don’t know if that’s enough. If I’m anything like my father–which I am–then we’re doomed.”

“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently. “I’ll admit, there are some things about you that aren’t great. But you’re more than your mistakes. You’re passionate and kind, and you’ve shown me the best sides of you, too.

“We aren’t so two-dimensional, Jungkook. I’m sure I’m not the perfect person you made me out to be when we were younger,” you laughed.

“But you’re perfect for me,” Jungkook insisted, then blushed deeply. He gulped visibly and looked away.

“Look, I don’t know if I forgive you yet,” you said, and you saw Jungkook deflate. “But I will eventually. I want us to move past this together.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He looked up at you. “I know I don’t deserve that, or you. But you’re the reason why I even try. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have probably given up already.”

“You should want to live for yourself, Jungkook,” you smiled sadly. “I am your soulmate, but I’m not your entire world.”

You pulled Jungkook into your arms, and he immediately buried his nose in the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure, but you thought you could feel wetness against your skin. Was he crying?

“You helped me a lot these past few weeks,” you continued, holding Jungkook tightly in your arms. “Let me help you now. We’ll make it through this, together. Okay?”

Jungkook nodded against your neck. And despite how terribly everything began, you were almost certain that everything would turn out just fine. With Jungkook truly by your side now, you felt strong. You were determined to unravel the mystery of the boy in your arms, who felt as far away as he was close.

- Girl in Luv

One more part to go, then it’s finished! How did you guys feel about this chapter? Are you still mad at Jungkook? His behaviour sort of makes sense now…I hope. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this series, and thanks to everyone who stuck with it! Look forward to the last instalment of I Got You On My Mind. I’m always so thankful for the support we receive, from the replies to the fanmail. You guys are the best! Happy reading 💛

Bruises On Another (part five)

Originally posted by barnessergeant

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!


“You’re hanging with the wrong crowd.”

It was the first time either of you had dared to speak; surrounded by the silence of your own thoughts. You were too plagued by the thoughts of what had happened that night and what you’d done. The image of Billy kept appearing in your mind and you remembered him grabbing you, smacking you into a wall and using you as if you were nothing more than that- something to be toyed with. He hadn’t gotten very far as you imagined he’d wanted to, but you could still feel his hands on you, gripping you, hurting you.

It seemed all anyone ever did anymore was hurt you.

The decision to go to this party was probably one of your worst decisions yet; and you’re not even sure what had possessed you. Were you that pathetic to think one guy who showed even the tiniest bit of interest in you meant well? Were you that naive? But when you thought about it, you knew you were- you’d always been that naive.

You were so desperate to feel loved and cherish, you’d jumped at the first chance at it. You’d made yourself a fool in front of that very same person and gotten yourself into trouble because of it. You were a fool. A idiot who never learned from their mistakes and instead only found yourself more bruised and marked in the end. Which reminded you of what awaited you when you finally did get home and why you felt so sick to your stomach.

When you’d first left you’d thought you maybe could’ve gotten away with sneaking out, that somehow your father’d never find about you leaving for a few hours. But now, despite your foggy mind, you knew that that was the stupidest thing you’d ever thought. Your father prided on knowing where you were every minute of the day, and if you weren’t at school you were expected to be at home- or at least doing something that’d benefit him. It made you hate him all that more but it also made you fear him.

You knew when you arrived home, that he’d be there waiting for you.

“Oh?” You softly questioned, staring out the window; you were already practically home. Just a few more minutes and you’d arrive at the place of your doom. “And I imagine you’d know?”

Steve sighed heavily and you noticed the way his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Listen i don’t know you very well-”

“That’s right, you don’t know me.” You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol speaking or the frustration you felt at the entire night, but you were angrier than you’d been in a while. And oddly you didn’t fear Steve lashing back. Knowing that if you’d spoken like that to your father you would’ve ended up with a broken body, or say Billy, that things wouldn’t have ended well. But it was almost like something told you Steve wasn’t like that. “So don’t presume to know what’s best for me.”

When Steve didn’t reply you glanced his way and noticed he almost looked disappointed- hurt. Sighing, you shook your head, sobering up your thoughts. “Sorry,” you apologized. “It’s just- must be the alcohol.”

Steve nodded as if he understood; “I used to hangout with people like Billy.” He explained softly and you imagined it was because he hoped to connect with you. “They made do a lot of things that were wrong and I just want you to know, Billy isn’t worth that.”

You looked out the window, gazing at the streets of your new neighbourhood as your hand flew to your neck where Billy had bit down. “Yeah…” You mumbled, rubbing the spot. You don’t know how your father will react if he sees it, which you imagine he probably will. The pit in your stomach grew deeper.

You saw your house in the distance and felt your body constricting into yourself when you noticed the lights on. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pointed out the window; “that’s me.” You said softly, and Steve nodded. Before you knew it, the car was swerving to the right and it came to a stop, just before your house.

You could see your father on the front porch and closed your eyes. You seemed to lose yourself for a moment before you felt a hand on your shoulder; “Y/N?” Snapping out of your stupor, you turned to Steve and sent a quick smile. Much like his from before, it didn’t meet your eyes. You quickly slipped off his jacket, holding your arms to yourself and handed the coat to him.

“Oh, you can kee-”

“No!” You rushed out a bit too quickly, focusing too much on the eyes that seemed to pierce into your back. Coughing, you ignored Steve’s concerned look and gripped the door handle. “It’s okay. I’m home anyways.” You smiled, opening the door and stepping out. “Thanks.” You offered shortly.

Steve seemed hesitant to let you go and you watched with a sinking feeling him glance at your father; but one look at your expression and he backed down. He nodded; “no problem.” And started up the car again. You closed the door, watching Steve drive off with a distant look before he disappeared around a corner. You held the stare for a moment longer, well aware that your father had seen the entire thing just now.

You turned to your doom and let your head fall down before making your way up to the front porch. Your father said nothing, and you watched him drop his cigarette into the ground before you and stomp on it. You flinched at the harsh movement before you felt him grip your arm roughly and drag you inside. You didn’t fight him, knowing better than that and soon you found yourself stumbling into your house.

You felt your breath quicken and glancing up at your father, you met the same angry eyes that you hated so much. Letting out a huff of fear, you clenched your fists; “Father, i’m so-” You were cut off by a sharp sting radiating through your cheek. Gasping in shock, you gripped your now reddened cheek and stared up at your father.

You hadn’t seen him so angry in so long and it only made the pit in your stomach grow to the point you felt like there was nothing left. You felt yourself shake like a leaf before him and your body curl into yourself desperately, as if that would make you disappear from his sight. You hadn’t anticipated this, you knew he’d be angry- but… you wished you stayed at the party, let Billy do what he wanted to you because nothing could match up to what your father could.

You wished you’d stayed in that car with Steve…

“You whore!” Your father spat and you winced, tilting your head back. His hands suddenly grabbed ahold of your cheeks and your eyes were yanked up to meet his. “Look at me.” He said, this time much quieter but all the more scary. “Where were you all night?” He paused, “drinking?”

“It was a party-” You tried to explain but your words jumbled over others. Your father shook your head and screamed into you face to speak more clearly. “It was a party,” you repeated, much more clear. “And there was alcohol, I had a few drinks.”

“The neighbours told me they saw you get into a boys car.” Your father explained and your heart fell, why did you think your neighbours wouldn’t say anything? “That boy who dropped you off, who is he?” 

“No one-”

“Don’t lie!”

“No one!” You screamed, your voice cracking and you felt the tears finally fall as he shoved his face into yours and gripped your head so you couldn’t move. “No one. I promise.” But you felt your heart plummet when your father’s eyes glanced around you and they zoned in on the mark on your neck- who you were sure was positive he hadn’t made that.

Your father finally let go of your face and leaning back, he seemed to think for a moment. Then his eyes wandered down to your shirt and through your tears you felt your eyes close, knowing what he’d think. Stepping towards you, all went silent as your father breathed heavily by your ear. You said nothing, swallowed the lump in your throat and clenched your fists so tight your nails dug into your palm.

Then before you knew it, you were doubling over in pain and gripping your stomach. “You are filthy slut,” he spat. Your father didn’t let you get far before he gripped your arm again. This time he dug his nails into your arm and you let out a cry of pain as it burned through your arm. Standing there before him, you cried out in pain, desperate for it to be over. Your father gripped your chin with his free hand, still gripping your arm with a bruising grip.

“Will you ever sneak out again?” Your father asked in a whisper, yanking your chin so you met his eyes again.

“No.”

“Say it!” He screamed.

“I won’t ever sneak out again.” You repeated, and after that you felt him shove away from you, making you fall down onto your butt against the hardwood beneath you. He said nothing but shut off all the lights and step past you, up the stairs. Though he didn’t waste the opportunity to kick at you with his feet before leaving. Biting your lip, you felt yourself fold over, bringing your knees to your chest and your head fell down. Nothing could stop the tears as they fell and you were succumb to the darkness that was your life.

How is any of this fair?


“Y/N!”

You paused, closing your eyes. That was undeniably Steve’s voice but you couldn’t- you picked up the speed in your step, desperate to get away before he reached you. “Y/N! Wait up!” You knew what he was going to say, you knew he was going to ask what had happened that night after he dropped you off. Your father’s punishment hadn’t ended that night and you spent the entire weekend in endless pain and suffering. To clarify, there was a fresh mark on your jaw that you hadn’t been able to cover up and you’d been receiving odd looks all day.

Word of Billy and you had spread around, you imagine from said boys lips himself. Though he’d changed the story just a bit to fit his needs and now everyone thought of you as some slut, as if you needed more shit in your life.

You knew what Steve wanted, you knew what he’d ask and you just- just couldn’t.

You walked as fast as you could through the hall, dodging students that stood in your way. You thought you’d managed to avoid him once you reached the back doors, and pushed the door to step out but before you could make it all the way through, a hand fell on your shoulder and you were spun around. Once your back hit the door behind you, you met the same brown eyes that never left your mind, for whatever reason, and Steve panted in relief.

“I called your name.” He said, huffing. “Jesus, i’ve literally been chasing after you all day.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest as you refused to respond. “Y/N.” He called again but you only turned the other way. You were acting like a child but you didn’t much care. If you told someone, you didn’t know how but your father would find out- and your life would only turn worse after that. Steve huffed in annoyance, and pausing he said the only thing he knew would catch your attention; “Y/N I know about the bruises.”

You knew that, that was obvious. He’d literally seen them the other night and you sure some rumour had been spread about tha-

“And they’re on my body too.” That made you pause and you felt your body freeze with bafflement. Finally your eyes met his and glancing up at him, you found no hint of a joke behind his eyes. Steve genuinely looked like he was telling the truth, but what he said made absolute no sense.

“You’re not making any sense.” You finally said, albeit softly.

Steve sighed, and letting go of your shoulders, he moved to the sleeves of his jacket and pulled them up. Sure enough, plain as day stood the same bruises that littered your own arms. Meeting his eye, you glanced at the black eye that matched your own and your mouth fell open without anything to say. “I have some on my stomach too.”

“How- what?”

“They started appearing the day you showed up at school.” Steve started to explain. “At first I didn’t understand- I still don’t honestly. They don’t hurt and I hadn’t caused them myself. Then I heard that someone saw you covering your own black eye.” Without thinking Steve outstretched his own hand towards you, and his hand fell a top of your left eye where he pressed down. You didn’t stop him, from either the shock or maybe the fact that you didn’t feel afraid of him. He rubbed down a part of your cheek and by the look on his face, you knew he saw your black eye. “Then I saw the bruises on your arm and today, your jaw…”

Your own hand went to your jaw, holding it in shame. It was then that you noticed the mark on Steve’s neck and brushing back a few strands of his hair, you hesitantly touched the mark that coincidentally was on your own neck.

“I put two and two together,” Steve started again. “And Y/N, I need to know, is your father- is your father abusing you?”


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Do you want to play with us?

Originally posted by litourgiya

Pairing: IvarxReaderxHvitserk
Rating: Explicit
Words: 8,587
Tagging: @inthenameofodin @tiyetiye @rockyrascal

Warning: Smut, threesome, cursing, hair pulling, rough sex, spitting, spanking, orgasm denial/delayed, being tied up and blindfolded. (I suck at warning tags so if you think one needs to be added, please tell me.)

Notes: My first threesome and let me tell you it was hard to write! First time writing Hvitserk too, I hope it went well. Sorry for the length, I don’t know how this monstrosity ended with so many words but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for your advice concerning it. Ivar and Hvitserk love each other in this (take notes Hirst). Again, sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, sisters! 


King Ivar and his great army advanced through England quite easily, pillaging and killing every single person that stood on their way. Today was a great day for the King; he had won the ultimate battle that raged for almost four months. He had slaughtered the entire royal family without a second thought and had taken the praised crown of York. Soon, the news would spread, giving Ivar the fame he craved, the fame he deserved. For he was the most brutal yet the most worthy man you ever met. The kind of man you dreamt of but never could admit it out loud. It didn’t help that he was unfairly attractive. So attractive that even Balder, the most beautiful god in Asgard, would be jealous. 

You tried to fight the attraction you had for him but you couldn’t fight the feelings you felt in his presence. You couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs every time he roared one of his clever speeches, perched proudly upon his throne or his chariot. You couldn’t deny the dreams you had. Him above you, taking whatever he wanted from your willing and helpless body.

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Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

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There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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Halloween Party

Note: i don’t even…i can’t explain..ROLL WITH IT, Y’ALL. happy early Halloween!! i’m hoping to dress up as a vampire! anyways, here’s a smut post, because why not. i imagine Bucky with this hair in this? leave a comment! I love reading them! I hope you’re all doing well! .c

WARNING: It’s SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! If you’re underage and on my permanent tag list, please respect my wishes and do not read this. I’ve yet to go through and see which of you are under 18. I’m horrible, I know, but yeah. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!

Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ was pumping through your body, the music being so loud in the hallway from the party room. Tony was hosting his annual Halloween party - which you were a tad late to - and he invited nearly half the city of New York. Your shoulders brushed against others that passed by you, dressed as cartoon characters, supernatural beings, and even dressed as members of the team.

You’ve had to do a few double takes as you made your way to the party, nearly mistaking someone for Thor a few moments ago. He wasn’t nearly as tall, but he had the muscles and facial structure. Not to mention, the whole costume was on point, down to the Mjolnir.

For Halloween, you dressed as a cat. Leather black suit, a headband with faux fur black cat ears, a faux black tail that attached to your clothed ass by a velcro strip, and heels. It was a cliche costume, but it was last minute this year. You added the whiskers and nose with eyeliner to finish the look.

Plus, you already had the accessories from using them in the bedroom, so why not use them for this? Nobody would know.

Well, Bucky would.

The music was even louder as you stood at the entry door - you had to stop to take everything in. Ghosts hung from the tall ceiling, spider webs were littered over the walls with orange and purple fairy lights tangled in them, the tables had a large spider as a centerpiece, and fog rose above your ankles. The snack table had creepy looking snacks, a huge zombie cake was in the middle and was nearly half gone, and the punch bowl resembled blood.

Tony does not disappoint. He had planned this party in only a few days and it looked as if it had taken forever.

You smiled as you weaved your way through the dancing guests, searching for a familiar face. The strobe lights didn’t help, but it was easy for you to spot Steve and Sam near the bar. They were dressed as Woody and Buzz from Toy Story.

“Lookin’ good, fellas!” You hollered as you approached the two. They turned to face you and their eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as when they saw your costume. “Me-OW!” Sam gently grabbed your hand and bit his bottom lip as he looked you up and down. The team hadn’t seen your costume yet so this reaction was expected.

You laughed and shoved his chest. “Hm, couldn’t stay away from the wings, I see.” You smirked and Sam snorted, rolling his eyes. “Steve here wouldn’t leave me alone when he saw Toy Story for the first time. These costumes have been planned since August.” Sam muttered just loud enough for you to hear over the music.

Steve scoffed. “you were excited about it when I suggested it. This isn’t all on me!” He defended himself and you giggled softly. “I think you both look amazing.” You commented and straightened Steve’s cowboy hat, making Steve blush. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” You smiled and turned to face the people on the dance floor, your eyes moving across them in search for your boyfriend. “Either of you seen Bucky?” You questioned, trying to see over the tall people. Steve hummed as he looked over the crowd, searching for him. 

Bucky decided to dress up as Dracula for Halloween. His costume was also cliche, but you thought he looked sexy as a vampire. He wore a double buttoned victorian red vest over a white dress shirt and had a long, silk cape on, the inside matching his vest. His long hair was slicked back and you put fake blood drips from his lips to his chin earlier before you got ready. And when he smiles, those fangs remind you of when he bites your neck while he-

“There he is!” Your thoughts were interrupted by Sam. Your eyes followed his finger and you could see Bucky talking to Clint who was dressed up as a Mummy. Natasha, dressed up as Jessica Rabbit, was standing beside Clint. They seemed to be having a nice time, so you stayed with Sam and Steve.

“I’ll leave him be.” You turned to face the men again and watched Steve’s eyes trail down your body once more. “Don’t get all woody, Woody.” Sam snickered and Steve elbowed him quickly. “Shut up, Sam!” He whisper yelled. You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at them.

A few minutes passed while you spoke to them. The music was actually good this year and you were enjoying yourself a lot. A few friends stopped by a couple times, then you were left alone with the two men again. When they started talking about work related topics, you zoned out, facing the bar that was also decorated.

You hadn’t noticed that the two men left your side until a large body pressed against your backside, a metal hand and a flesh hand rest on your hips.

“Here, kitty, kitty.” Bucky’s voice was low and husky in your ear, it sent shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as he pulled you back against his crotch, nuzzling his face into your neck, giving it a small bite. “Mmm, good evening, master.” You heard the hitch in Bucky’s throat and he smirked, turning you around to face him.

You looked up at him and he squeezed your hips again. He let out a chuckle when you wiggled your eyebrows at him. “You look amazing, Doll.” His eyes focused on your slightly exposed cleavage. You felt yourself become bashful as his eyes raked over your body. He looked even better than you remembered when you helped him dress up.

“Being a vampire suits you,” You commented, watching the way his fangs shined underneath the lights. “I’d quite like you to suck my blood.” Your voice was seductive and Bucky bit his lip, the two fangs slightly poking his thick bottom lip. “I’d rather you suck me.” He whispered, moving his hands down to your ass, giving it a squeeze.

You let out a whine and started to become aroused. “Yeah? You want your cock in my mouth?” The innocent look on your face caused Bucky’s cock to twitch. He let out a harsh breath and nodded. You loved teasing Bucky and you knew exactly what to do. There was a bowl full of lollipops on the bar counter and you reached to your side to grab one.

It was cherry flavored and you unwrapped it, watching his face. Bucky kept his eyes on you, wincing at the tightness in his pants. You looked into his blue eyes as you raised the red lollipop to your lips. He gulped and you opened your mouth to lick it slowly, letting your lips wrap around it. Bucky’s eyes drooped and you let your lips come off with a pop.

“Kitten, you’re killing me.” He whimpered, playing with the tail hanging from your ass. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you grabbed his cloak, keeping the lollipop in your mouth as you pulled him through the room towards the door. You quickly made your way to the nearest empty room, which wasn’t difficult since everyone was occupied in the dance room now, all while maintaining a seductive sway in your stride.

You giggled as you pulled the lollipop from your lips and dropped it in the trash can outside the door, feeling satisfied when you heard Bucky groan behind you. “Damn, Kitten, your ass looks great.” He slapped your right cheek with his flesh hand and you relished the sting, shoving you both into an empty bedroom and shutting the door.

“Bet you want a taste, huh?” You giggled. Bucky quickly turned you around, slamming your back into the wall. You loved when he was rough with you. It took him a while to get used to it, even when he’d see you moan in bliss as he choked you, but he grew comfortable. You never pushed him and vice versa. You trusted each other.

Bucky growled and tugged down the zipper on your cat suit, unzipping it and moving it out of the way so your breasts were showing. “I fucking love these.” His teeth nipped at your breasts and you gasped when his hands squeezed them. “Bucky.” You whimpered his name and he bit down harder, eliciting a moan from you.

Your hands made their way into Bucky’s hair and he hissed, pushing his hips into you. “Are you gonna behave, Kitten?” His voice was barely over a whisper and you nodded, looking up at him innocently. “Knees. Now.” He ordered firmly. You sank down to your knees, keeping your eyes on Bucky’s. His eyes nearly closed for a split second as he watched you lower, the sight almost enough to make him cum then and there. Almost.

You reached your hands out to hold onto his thighs but he shook his head. “Keep your hands to yourself. I’m fucking your mouth.” The authority in his tone made you want to disobey and challenge him, but you decided against it. For now.

Bucky unzipped his pants and he shoved them down along with his boxers to his knees. His cock sprang free and slapped against his clothed abdomen. The sight made your mouth water and you absentmindedly leaned forward, your eyes locked on his thick member.

Bucky chuckled and his flesh fingers wrapped around his shaft. He started lightly tugging on it, the movement causing his balls to jiggle. “Mm, you’re so eager. You want me to fuck your mouth? Huh, Kitten?” He was teasing you with his words but you didn’t care. You were desperate to taste him, to feel his heaviness on your tongue.

“Please. I want it so bad.” You begged shamelessly, licking your lips. Bucky stepped forward and you sat up on your knees, keeping your back straight against the wall. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, letting Bucky slide his cock inside.

A shiver shook Bucky’s body and he gasped as you closed your lips around the tip, lightly licking as he kept sliding in. His hand left his shaft and he bottomed out, letting a groan fall from his lips as you relaxed your throat. His chest was heaving as he sat still. Tears started to form in your eyes but having his cock in your mouth and hearing the broken whimpers coming from above you, it made it all worth it.

Bucky pulled his hips back so half of his cock was in your mouth. He thrust only slightly, looking down at you as you hummed around him. You looked up at Bucky and his hips jolted involuntarily, his cock reaching the back of your throat again. “Fuck, such a good Kitten.” His voice sounded wrecked.

You moaned around him, urging him to start going faster. He chuckled deeply and rest the palm of his flesh hand against your cheek, wiping a stray tear. “Ready?” He whispered, spreading his legs a tad further apart. You nodded as best you could, causing Bucky bite his lip at the sensation.

He started to speed up and you relaxed your jaw so he could get even deeper. “Oh, that’s it. Yess.” His hands rest on the base of your skull, his fingers grasping locks of your hair. His balls started to slap against your chin and neck, and the sounds it was making caused your panties to get wetter by the second.

You looked up at Bucky through your lashes. He was a total mess. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was hanging open. You felt his hands tighten in your hair, tugging your head closer and off the wall. You gagged around him as he thrust particularly hard, your nose pressing against his pelvic bone.

“S-so good. Fuck yes, Kitten.” He whimpered your pet name and let his head fall forward. Your saliva was starting to come out from the sides of your mouth and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. He gave a few quick thrusts and gasped when he felt your tongue lick the underside.

He quickly pulled away from your mouth and you gasped for air, having not been able to properly breathe. A string of saliva connected your bottom lip to his tip. “I love your cock so much.” You wanted to lean forward again and take it, but you waited like a good girl. He smirked down at you, raising an eyebrow.

He started tracing your lips with the tip of his cock, knowing how crazy that drives you, but it drives him even crazier. “Do you?” He slid just a little in, watching as your wrapped your lips around his tip. You nodded and pulled away with a pop. “I want you to cum in my mouth.” 

Bucky gasped and creased his eyebrows, his cock twitching. You reached a hand up and began to stroke him. “Please, cum in my mouth. I want it so bad.” You spoke in an innocent voice, lightly squeezing Bucky’s cock as you jerked him off. “Oh, Kitten. Fuck.” He let out a shuddered breath and you lifted your other hand to fondle his balls.

When you noticed his abdomen tightening, you put him back in your mouth. You stroked the rest at a harder pace and sucked on his tip, moving your tongue back and forth against the underside, hitting a sensitive spot. “I’m gonna fucking cum.” Bucky growled, jerking his hips forward.

He took control again, holding your head as he fucked your mouth. You moaned and squeezed your breasts together as you stared into Bucky’s eyes. He was a gasping and moaning mess as he watched you. Suddenly his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a strained groan and you felt hot spurts of his thick and salty cum coating your throat.

You moaned at the taste, furthering his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He choked out, his thrusts faltering just a tad. You swallowed all you could in case he had more, and he always does. You felt a few more drops land and quickly swallowed the rest down.

Bucky let out a heavy breath as he pulled out, tapping your cheek, silently telling you to open up wider. You let your tongue hang out and he smiled lazily when he noticed his cum was nowhere to be seen. “Such a good Kitten.” He pulled you to your feet and you smiled, licking your lips clean.

Bucky kissed your neck as he zipped your cat suit back up. His warm breath made you shiver as he leaned into your ear and your knees nearly buckled as you felt his metal hand slide in between your thighs, his palm cupping your pussy.

“I’m fucking this kitty later tonight. I want you wet and aching for me.”

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You Don’t Understand

Requested with the prompt: ‘when your try to leave but they tug on your shirt because they want you to stay’

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Peter had done it again. He had promised that he wouldn’t be late again. That he wouldn’t flake out on your plans, again. After the first couple of times it had happened you brushed it off, but now it was now the norm that Peter didn’t show up. And a miracle when he did.

After hours of waiting in your apartment for Peter to come through the door you had given up. You pushed all of the study notes and school books away from you as you moved away from the dining table. Glancing at your watch it was now just past half eight, about four hours since Peter was expected to be at your apartment. You could feel the anger boiling up inside of you, ready to explode at any minor thing. And you just begged to yourself that it wouldn’t be Peter to catch the brunt of it. So in an attempt to calm your bubbling emotions you stepped outside onto the fire escape, and allowed the fresh city air to try its best to wash away your emotions. But the longer you sat out on the fire escape the more your mind overanalysed everything Peter had done in the last month that had gotten on your nerves. You didn’t want to be doing this to yourself, but you knew that you were only doing this because Peter was your closest friend. He meant so much to you! And you just couldn’t understand why all of a sudden he didn’t seem to care about you anymore. Had you done something wrong? Had you said something? He would have told you. You would know if you had. It just didn’t make sense. You need the reassurance that everything was okay between the two of you. You couldn’t fathom losing Peter to something that must of been so minuscule for you to look over it.

Before you realised your body was taking you off the fire escape. Your feet guiding you to your room to grab your jacket. You were going to go to Peter’s apartment and see what was going on. In the back of your mind you really hoped that Peter wasn’t home, and that Aunt May would tell you he was still at that damn Stark Internship. You wanted to see what was going on with him but you were scared of what might happen, and what could be said.

You had made it to Peter’s apartment door. The adrenaline was wearing off and now you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Knocking on the door gently, you waited for either May or Peter to come to the door. It only took a couple of seconds before you were greeted by May’s smile.

“(Y/N)! I wasn’t expecting you! How lovely to see you again!” May smiled, opening her arms in front of her, engulfing you in a warm hug.

“I’m so sorry for just popping in like this. I didn’t even think of calling first.” You realised, following May over to the small dining table.

“Oh no, don’t worry about that! You’re always welcome here sweetheart.” May said reassuringly, “Peter’s just gotten home and is in his room, just go on through (Y/N). I’ve just got to run out and get something for dinner.” She continued, her warm hand placed on your back and nodding towards Peter’s bedroom. You thanked her quickly and headed towards Peter’s door. His door was cracked open slightly, but no sound was coming from the other side. You couldn’t make up your mind if you wanted to open the door slowly or just kick it open. You settled for the first. As the door opened you saw Peter sitting at his desk, his head placed in his hand in exhaustion. Your heart and mind softened slightly at the sight of him. He only moved slightly at the sound of his door closing completely. Turning his head slowly to have his brown eyes look at the source of noise. Shocked by seeing you in his room, he fumbled as he found his feet and stood up from the chair.

“What? What are you - why are you? (Y/N)? I um.. Oh I’m so sorry. I told you I wouldn’t - but I have. I’m so -” Peter rushed, his worlds tumbling over each other as he tried to form a sentence.

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“You’re a terrible father” - Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

Love the idea. And really, I kinda take any requests :D. Thank you for this one, it’s right here, hope you like it :

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It was the twentieth fucking time you tried to call your father, Anthony Stark, and you fell, once again, on his stupid voice saying that he was “too busy to answer” and that he’d “call back” but “probably not”. Damn that man. 

In your entire life on this Earth, you were pretty sure he never picked you up on time somewhere. Never, ever. He was just always late, so much that you came up with a trick of actually telling the wrong times for him to be on time. If something was at 6pm, you’d tell him it was at 4. But even with that trick, he still often managed to be fucking late. Which is why most of the time, your stepmother came to get you. But Pepper, wasn’t available today. 

You smiled, thinking about your “stepmother”. You were so glad she was in your life, being pretty sure that if your dad never had the help, he probably would have lost custody of you before you reach the age of 1…You considered Pepper your real mother. You never met your biological mom as she just dumped you in front of your dad’s house, with a note. One paternity test later, and it was confirmed you were his…You were the first step to his transformation, the first to help him become the man he was today. Better. 

So you grew up with Pepper around. She filled in brilliantly the mother role, even before she actually started dating your father (you remember the day you finally convinced him to just tell her his feelings, and smiled).

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Jungkook’s little treat

Pairing: You/Jungkook
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jungkook has fallen head over heels with a very beautiful and, most definitely, older than him owner of a very popular bakery in town. What happens when he finally musters up enough courage to approach her? Better yet, what happens when both of them got stuck in the bakery because of the approaching snowstorm?
💖 🍬 🍪 Warning: I’m not responsible for the harmful effects of a sudden increase in sugar levels in your blood after reading this fic. Over-indulgence in Kookies may lead to diabetes.  🍪 🍬 💖


Jeon Jungkook is very impatient. It’s never been in his nature to wait for anything longer than it’s absolutely necessary. His hotheaded temper has always pushed him to his limits and made him achieve anything he’s ever wanted. Without fail.

Another adjective to describe this doe-eyed boy would be the incurable stubbornness, which demonstrates itself in every possible aspect of his life. If Jungkook wants it, Jungkook will have it. And, surely, it will be just the way he needs it to be.

A very dangerous mix. A quick-temper and a stubborn ass, when combined, can lead to the shaping of a very passionate type of personality.

So, once this charming boy laid his eyes on you- the owner of a very popular bakery in town- he immediately made up his made to have you as his girlfriend.

And there is absolutely nothing that could stop him now. Neither the fact that he is basically a complete stranger to you nor the fact that you’re more or less 4 years older than Jungkook. Not to look any further, this pretty boy wouldn’t even bother thinking about the possibility of you being in a relationship.

After all,

If Jungkookie wants something, Jungkookie will get it.


Originally posted by hopper310

So recently, it just so happened, that you’ve been continuously hosting a rather shy young man, a very handsome young man, to stick to the facts.

Naturally, it hasn’t escaped your notice, since the boy’s been rather evidently gawking at you whenever he thinks you don’t pay attention, that maybe his numerous visits aren’t just because of the addictive sugar in your cakes and muffins.


You break into a girlish giggle, the moment you see him bashfully peaking inside the bakery and instantly searching for you with his chocolate-brown eyes. It’s freezing cold outside and the windows are covered in a sparkly layer of thin ice. It’s been a long time since winter was this cold in your hometown. Eventually, he gets inside and cheers up a little once he is sure that you’re at work. He takes off his hat and almost tip-toes to stand in a queue. He seems to be nervous about something, or maybe it’s the excitement? You can’t really tell.

You keep giving him the side-eye while trying to look busy with your customer. You notice the redness of the tip of his nose and ears. His eyes glazed over, most probably owing to the strong wind outside.

He looks like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,” a very silly thought flashes through your head, “It’s so… Cute.”

“What’s cute about a snowstorm, Sweety?” An old granny asks, bewildered.

You’ve just realised that you haven’t really paid attention to your surroundings.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ma’am,” you give an apologetic smile while handing her the box of freshly baked mini strawberry tarts.

“I am a bit distracted today,” you explain. “Could you say it again, please?”

Her face lights up with a warm smile. She turns around to look at Jungkook and playfully pokes him with her elbow.

“You young people, all you can think about are these… Dates!”

She chuckles lightly, her eyes keenly fishing for your and Jungkook’s reaction. He blushes furiously with his plump lips frozen in an “oo” shape.

“I was talking about the snowstorm. It’s coming tonight.” She patted Jungkook on his back. “You better get cosy near the fireplace and don’t wander off anywhere, kids!”

Having said that she winked in your direction and aimed for the door.

There was a moment of disturbing silence between you and Jungkook before you managed to snap out of it.

“Yes? How can I help you?” you sound very polite and professional. “Same as usual?” you add quickly smiling at Jungkook.

He has always asked for a black coffee and a small treat of your choice. Be it a piece of pumpkin pie, gooey brownie or a glazed donut, the boy didn’t care much as long as he could eat something recommended by you.

“Anything you would like to eat, Ma’am,” he has always answered with the same agonizingly sweet grin on his perfectly shaped face.

But this time, much to your astonishment, the boy shakes his head in disagreement.

“This time make it double, please.”

“Oh.” You keep staring at the boy with an expression of a deer caught in headlights. That annoying tinge of jealousy, a feeling you haven’t really expected to experience now, catches you off guard completely.

“I’m waiting for somebody,” the boy says gazing away, “Could you please bring it all to the table once my friend gets here?”

“Are you sure it’s a wise idea, boy? You heard the old lady… The snowstorm is coming,” you can’t believe your own words. Yet, you keep on talking.

“Maybe you should cancel the meeting and order a take-out?” Your hands firmly grasp the counter as your lips turn into a wry smile.

“No,” he says firmly, “It’s a very important meeting.”

“Of course. As you wish.” You turn around immediately to cover your disappointment while pretending to be busy with his order.

He walks away and, just as usual, chooses to sit at the table in the corner of the room, right beside the fireplace. Little do you know, though, that it’s not a mere whim, not a matter of a favourite place to sit or anything of that sort. It’s just the ideal place to stare at you when you stand behind the counter.


Gradually, it’s getting darker and darker outside and it seems that the wind’s really picking up. Howling noises of the gusting wind and the freezing temperature scare all the quests away, who hurriedly head back homes before it’s too late to escape the blizzard.

With the exception of Jungkook, of course.

The boy is still sitting at the table, stealing glances in your direction, even though his attention is supposedly focused on the phone in his hands.

It’s about the time to close, so you start pulling down the roller blinds while peeking at Jungkook. He doesn’t seem to budge an inch.

Does he know I have to close the bakery?” you wonder, slowly strolling to his table.

He looks up the moment you approach him.

“It seems I’ll have to get this take-out, after all,” he cracks a rather goofy smile.


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“Sure, I’ll go and pack it for you then.” You walk away to prepare the coffee and the box with two cinnamon rolls. Meanwhile, Jungkook walks up to the door and tries opening it. A powerful blow of wind almost makes him lose his balance. The wind mixed with white flakes of snow rush into the warmth of your bakery, making you shiver from cold. Jungkook struggles to slam the door and stop the blizzard from covering the entire room with snow and ice. He pushes the door with his back and finally succeeds. It’s calm and warm again. Once more, the comforting sounds of crackling fire fill up the bakery’s interiors. You can hear Jungkook pant slightly, as he stands with his back pressed against the door and his hands resting on his knees. You come up to him with the order in your hands. He looks at you and then at the box with his sweet treat

“I’m afraid you got stuck with me here, Ma’am,” he beams sweetly at you.

Rightly so, there is so much snow outside it’s impossible to go out, not to mention the piercing wind and the freezing cold temperature. You bite your lip, being worried about the prospects of spending the entire night here. Noticing your concern, Jungkook straightens up and gazes right into your eyes.

“How about eating these delicious sweets together, Ma’am?”

“How about your friend, though…,” you answer weakly. “Won’t she be disappointed?”

Jungkook blinks twice, looking very much surprised. You almost chuckle at his reaction. The boy looks utterly clueless.

“She?” he asks baffled.

“Yes, your friend.” You can’t hide the sour tone of your voice.

He starts scratching his head, still being completely oblivious, and then he smiles again.

“Ahh…”, he stutters, “Yeah…”


“It’s nothing important,” he moves closer and walks behind you. His long fingers dig into your shoulder blades and you almost jump when he starts pushing you in the direction of the table near the fireplace.

“Oi, hold on here, oi…!”  

You look behind your shoulder seeking for his face.

“You told me it’s ‘so important’!”

Both of you almost bump into the chair. Jungkook was so caught up with finding an explanation to your question that he didn’t notice it standing in your way. But, at the last moment, he grabbed your shoulders and not so gently forced you to stop, which ended up in you bumping into his chest and nearly head-butting him
.

“Ma’am, please be more careful!”

“You were the one pushing me!”

He sighs and moves the chair for you rolling his eyes in the process, which makes you pout your lips while staring at him angrily. You both sit down, averting each other’s gaze. Eventually, Jungkook gives in.

“How about we just eat the sweets and forget about all this nonsense?”

He smiles sweetly with his eyes glued to your face.

“I’m sure you’ve prepared something very delicious. Just as always.”

He opens the box and his eyes sparkle with excitement. He makes this “OOH” sound which children so often give out while opening Christmas presents.

“Cinnamon buns?! Are you for real?” he rejoices. “I thought all got sold out.”

He takes them out of the box, one by one, serving the bigger bun for you. Then, he takes the coffee and removes the plastic lid. It’s steaming hot. Much to your surprise, the boy starts blowing air at your beverage wanting to cool it off.

“Ai, it’s so hot!”

He puts the cup right next to the cinnamon bun and looks at you.

“Wait a little, please. I don’t want you to burn yourself.”

Having said that, the boy immediately reaches for his own bun and happily bites into it. You really feel relieved because if he didn’t start munching on the food, you wouldn’t even know how to react to his caring behaviour and words.

God, he is so sweet.”

Your mind screams as you keep watching the dark haired boy. He basically devours the bun, stuffing his cheeks with huge bites of the pastry. You could even swear you`ve just heard him humming in approval. His fingers get all sticky from the glaze as he doesn’t even bother using the spoon and eats while holding the bun in his hand. Your eyes widen a little when he puts his index finger to his mouth in order to lick it clean. He then notices your prying eyes.

“Aren’t you eating?” he asks worriedly.

“Of course I am.”

Right away, you take a bite, angry at yourself for staring at him for so long. He beams cutely.

“Good, you should eat a lot, Noona.”

You almost choke on the bun. Damn, he has just called you ‘Noona’.

“Listen here, boy-”

“It’s Jungkook,” he interrupts. “My name is Jungkook.”

He swallows one last bite of the bun and licks his lips while still looking at you. A ticklish sensation builds up in your belly and you decide it’s better to keep your comment for later.

“What did you want to say?” Jungkook nags.

“Forget it,” you say taking another bite to avoid answering.

Suddenly, he starts chuckling and when you give him a questioning look he seems to get more and more amused.

“What’s your problem, eh?” Your brows furrow.

Much to your surprise, he leans in and places his thumb on your upper lip. He rubs it gently and then brings the finger to his mouth.

“Now, I have none. But, the chocolate on your lip was a bit too… Distracting.”

This odd sensation in your gut has just reached its peak and your heart starts pounding.

“Would you like some more, Jungkook?” You question weakly.

The boy shifts in his chair in excitement, ”Can I get one, please?!”

“Sure,” you whisper standing up and hurriedly walking over the counter. You started panicking again and you’re happy that you managed to distract his attention and wriggle out of this… bizarre situation.

Moments later, you take a deep breath and head back to the table. You put on a confident smile and serve the boy yet another cinnamon bun with a double chocolate frosting.

Jungkook grabs the bun and begins chewing on it joyfully. Just when you think the boy will give you a much-needed breather to collect yourself, he starts talking with his mouth full of food.

“Noona, your boyfriend is really lucky. I’ve never eaten anything better than your pastry.”

You take one huge gulp of coffee before answering. His attempts at wooing you are as clear as day, and yet, something urges you to play along.

“Look at you, you curious bunny,” you smirk crossing your arms on your chest. This nickname seems to fit quite well.

Jungkook stops chewing and his eyes get even bigger than usual.

“I’m not with anybody and if you say such things you can upset your girlfriend, Jungkookie.”

He swallows the last bit of his second serving and readjusts himself on the chair.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, Noona.”

“How come?” you smile playfully. “No cute girls at school?”

He rolls his eyes. He rolls his eyes so hard you want to slap him for being such an arrogant ass.

It’s unbelievable!” you think to yourself. One moment he is an adorable kid and the next one he gets so cheeky it’s difficult to put up with him.

“At the University,” he corrects you. “I’m not interested in these girls. They’re all so loud… and childish.”

He leans in a little, closing the already small distance between you. His knee accidentally (or maybe not really?) brushes against yours.

“I prefer older women,” he announces flashing his bunny teeth. “Just like you.”


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“Ohh… Is that so?” you ask him while putting your elbows on the table. “What’s so attractive about us, older women? Tell me, please.”

The boy giggles nervously looking away for one or two seconds but eventually, he turns to you and quickly licks his lips before answering.

“You’re just so much more mature and…,” he drums his fingers on the table.

“And?” Your heart starts racing for no reason. It seems you’re really enjoying this conversation.

“And you know how to take care of me,” he clears his throat and adds, “Properly.”

You grin rather a bit too provocatively, “You mean sex?”

He nods his head vigorously, being visibly tense.

“Yes this is what I meant,” he answers trying to sound as cool as it’s only possible.

“So, you must have had previous experiences with older than you ladies, is that correct?”

The tension in the room gets so thick one could almost cut it with a knife.

“I’ve had one, ehh, let’s call her a friend.”

“Mhmmm…,” you hum in response waiting eagerly for him to continue.

“It wasn’t anything big. Just…,” he hesitates. “Just sex.”

“I see,” your throat goes dry when he glances at you hungrily.

“But it was a long time ago. Almost a year and a half.” He finishes the story still ogling you.

“So, it basically means that you haven’t had a girl for all this time?”

“Frankly speaking…yes.”

There is a moment of silence as you’re basically trying to digest his words and their implication.

“Noona,” his pitch of voice gets a bit too high, “How about you?”

“What about me?” you ask perplexed.

“Have you ever had a younger man?” Upon uttering this nosy question, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you and leans down. His elbows now resting on his thighs. It seems you’re basically trapped, with your legs right between his and his handsome face right in front of yours.

You have no intention of showing how much it affects you. Your palms start sweating owing to the close proximity between you and Jungkook.

“You mean… Rather a boy, not a man, right?” You raise your eyebrow cheekily.

His cute smile disappears from his face and is replaced with an angry-looking pout. It doesn’t last long, though, as the boy gives you an eat-shitting grin before he opens his mouth to respond.

“No, not a boy. I was talking about a younger man.”

“I’m afraid I know none, Jungkookie,” you smile triumphantly. “But I can safely say, that I’ve just met a very cute younger boy.”

He snorts with laughter and starts cracking his knuckles angrily. He bites on his lip gazing right into your eyes.

“I can easily prove how wrong you are, Noona,” he challenges and traces your body with his eyes. He wants you and you know it all too well.

“Oh really?” you mock. “How would you do that?”

But, you want him too and you’re not going to pretend. It’s just that the boy is really fun to tease and you simply can’t stop riling him up.

A lone vein throbbed above Jungkook’s right eye. You just smile a rather deceptively innocent smile in response.

“Right,” he whispers through clenched teeth and lowers his gaze and then suddenly he chuckles lowly which sends shivers down your spine.

“Actually, it is very easy to prove you wrong, Noona. I don’t really think you’d squeeze your thighs so much in a presence of just a cute boy.”

Instantly, you part your legs feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks and before you can say anything Jungkook’s hand creeps under your skirt as he crashes your lips together. His bunny teeth collide with yours but you don’t mind as the boy impatiently forces himself inside your mouth, eagerly swirling his tongue against yours. A delicious whimper escapes his lips as he runs his fingers over the elastic band of your stockings. Without much hesitation, Jungkook snatches at the band and pulls off the material to get to your bare thigh. You jump as his cold hand grabs hold of your over-sensitive flesh and begins fondling it.

“Mhmm… Jun-jungkook,” you mewl into the kiss.

He pulls away for a moment, both of you gasping for air. His nose brushes against yours and your foreheads are tightly pressed together.

“All my friends call me Kookie,” he grins cheekily seeing you so whipped for him after a mere kiss and some thigh petting.

“Feel free to do that,” he adds squeezing your thigh harshly and your eyes flutter shut as you bite your lip to stop yourself from gasping.

You’d feel ashamed for dropping your guard so easily, you’d be angry at yourself for moaning right into this boy’s mouth, you’d be disappointed at your own hips so wantonly pushing forward, encouraging Jungkook to move his shaky fingers a little bit higher, but the thing is, you don’t. He makes you so horny and you can hear your own heart beating through your chest. Once again, you jerk your hips being totally lost in your own lust. The boy fiercely grips your skin, digging his nails into your thigh so much that you can feel your flesh burning because of his rough groping.

Your breath hitches as you struggle to deliver an answer with a coquettish grin on your face.

“Why, does it get you off when your Noonas give you cute nicknames?”

As if he meant to punish you, Jungkook pushes away the soaking wet material of your panties and rubs your clit with his thumb making you arch your back to grant the boy a better access to your wetted core. Much to your disappointment, Jungkook doesn’t press harder. Instead, he gently massages your folds making you wiggle closer to him in frustration. His finger pad lightly applying pressure on the tip of your clit.

“Kookie, you little- ahhh,” you groan angrily when the boy completely removes his finger from your entrance.

“You little shi-,”

“Somehow I think it gets you off just as much as me, Noona.”
He butts in, not allowing you to vent out your irritation. Right then, his hands sneak under your apron. Jungkook forcefully grabs the material of your skirt and pulls it off together with your panties in a one sharp tug eliciting a dissatisfied whine from you as there is nothing to protect your ass from the cold surface of the wooden chair. Your body shivers and small goosebumps appear all over your skin. You reach out to Jungkook, shamelessly craving his warmth and thirsting for his touch. Your face grimaces as the unpleasant cold sensation keeps attacking your body. Noticing your discomfort, Jungkook immediately wraps his arms around you and guides you to sit on his muscular thigh. Your clit rubbing all over his jeans as you sit down on him.

“Baby girl, come here I’ll warm you up. I’m so sorry,” the apologetic and caring tone of his angelic voice makes your stomach flutter, heat pooling low in your belly at his tender sweet-nothings whispered against your ear. His manly hands wander down your back to grab your butt and force you to ride his leg. His hands are so warm, squeezing your ass with such a force it will for sure end up with a couple of bruises the next day. Obediently, you start to rock your hips in sync with Jungkook’s rough grips. He sets up an even pace, always making sure to push his thigh up to make you feel him better. You’re boldly fucking yourself on his thick leg, straddling a boy who seemed to be so sweetly innocent and shy. The biggest bullshit ever.

One of his hands greedily reaches for the straps of your apron. He swiftly unwraps the bow and strips you naked not wanting to waste any more time.

“I was tempted to leave the apron on, but…,” he purrs into your ear grazing your earlobe with his teeth. His hand on your ass drives you crazy, not allowing you to stop grinding even for a moment. He’s breathing against your neck, softly pressing his wet lips to your ticklish skin. You’re now completely naked, trying to cover your body, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his chest.

“But, I think today,” he inhales sharply. “Today I need to see you completely naked.” His whisper is so desperate that you can feel your walls clenching around the thin air in excitement. You squeeze his leg tighter and he moans lewdly encouraging you to go on.

“Kookie, ahh-” you moan back addressing him by his nickname.

This instant, Jungkook’s hand wanders in the direction of your clit. The pleasant sensation from minutes before, of his fingers, gently rubbing your folds, once again sets you on fire. Jungkook grabs your legs and links his thighs to make you sit on him with your core right in front of the bulge in his pants. Your legs hanging loose on both of his sides.


“Baby girl, you are so fucking beautiful,” he squeaks as he basically devours your entire body. You can’t really hide anything from him now. Your eyes locking for a brief moment before he gazes down, lusting over your exposed and shivering skin. You stare at him and his face, into those sinfully beautiful chocolate eyes, and feel something low in your body tighten. Involuntarily, you push your hips into Jungkook’s hand, urging him to somehow ease off this sudden flexing of muscles in your core.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he keeps on moaning, revealing a bit of his submissive side. His words becoming bolder and bolder, lewd compliments causing both of you to blush.

But then, it’s your turn to groan as your walls grip Jungkook’s intrusive finger. You cry out in pure pleasure, as he simply keeps on pushing the entire length of his long and slender finger in and out of your pussy.

“I love how you feel down there, Noona,” he admits, pushing his finger further, to better feel your heat, your wetness. Your body begins pulsing around his thick digit.

“Oh fuck,” you groan wildly, not recognizing your own voice anymore. “Just like that, ahh, please,” you beg, nails digging into his scalp.

Hearing as those needy cries fall from your lips, Jungkook feels his dick throbbing with aching need. He groans pushing his hips forward, hoping to get some friction from your pussy. Unfortunately, your hips don’t meet and he wants to cry from all of the tension that has built up in him because of you. He clenches his teeth, still thrusting his hips forward, never stopping to finger your pussy despite his painful erection. You’re so caught up in chasing your own orgasm that you haven’t really noticed how desperate he’s become. He runs his thumb between your slick folds and then violently pushes his second finger into you.

“Kookie, fuck! I’m cumming,” you scream, fiercely pulling at his hair and biting his collarbone to somehow muffle your moans.

“Baby, you’re clenching so hard,” a groan rips from his chest at how quickly he managed to make you come. Your body is so responsive to his touch that he simply can’t wait to bury his dick inside you and make you feel even better.

Your hips keep rocking against his palm and you tremble. You can’t really keep your balance as your head starts spinning. Jungkook immediately hugs you tighter, helping you to ride out your violent orgasm. Your body convulses for one last time and you go entirely limp, melting into his arms.

Jungkook, so desperately craving his own release, stands up with your legs wrapped around him and sits you on the chair. You’re still a bit dizzy from your high when your naked ass touches the surface of the wooden seat. He kneels in front of you with his hands around you to prevent you from falling to the ground. A squeaky noise of disappointment escapes your lips as he slowly loosens his hold. Speechless and trembling from the after orgasm shocks which repeatedly surge through your womanhood, deep in your pelvis, you gaze up seeking Jungkook’s eyes. He notices your worried expression and leans in to place a caring kiss on your forehead.

“Baby girl, wait a bit here, please. Will you?” he murmurs caressing your cheek with his hand.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Jungkook raising from his knees to hurriedly take off his t-shirt and sweater. Your jaw drops and you feel a sudden tightness in your chest when Jungkook stands in front of you with his perfectly shaped body. You jump on the chair as the boy suddenly bends over to grab his jacket from the backrest. He freezes for a moment and hovers over you. Helplessly, you let your eyes wander down his upper body. You mewl weakly, his lower abdomen muscles and the hard bulge in his jeans make your mouth water. He looks so delicious you can’t help but reach out to his belt as you lick your lips in anticipation. Jungkook’s body flexes and he frantically grabs your wrists pleading in a weak voice.

“Baby, please… I told you to wait a moment,” he says furrowing his brows as if it was physically painful for him to push you away. He lets go of your wrists and walks away in the direction of the fireplace.

“B-but, Kookie?!” you stutter trying to stand up and follow the boy but you’re forced to sit down as your legs wobble dangerously.

“Noona! Please!” Jungkook turns to look at you with a stern expression on his face. “Just sit there and wait, dammit.” You dig your nails into your thighs and bite your lip as you observe his actions. You hate being ordered around, nevertheless, your body simply won’t budge an inch after Jungkook’s command. He neatly places his jacket and sweater on the floor and then straightens up to evaluate his work.

“This will have to do…,” he grimaces not being entirely satisfied with the result and then hurries over to you.

“Kookie?” you whisper as he effortlessly picks you up from the chair and carries you to the fireplace. He gently lays you on the previously prepared clothes and basically lunges at you, hungrily sucking on your lower lip and moaning into the kiss. His body collapsed on yours and it’s difficult for you to catch a breath. While he is busy assaulting your mouth, you decide to take care of his confined erection sneaking your hands in between your tightly pressed bodies and skilfully unbuckling the belt. Feeling as your fingers work on the zipper of his trousers, Jungkook breaks the kiss, propping himself on his elbows. He grunts in excitation, thrusting his hips into your hands with a predatory look on his face.

“Fuck, Noona. Let me help you,” he kneels between your thighs and hastily tries to remove his trousers. You sit down in order to help him pull them off his rock hard thighs noticing the stickiness and wetness of the material in the area where you were grinding your pussy. Your hands meet as both of you grasp the fabric of his jeans and strip Jungkook naked. His chest is moving up and down in an unsteady rhythm and your own heart quickens its beat as Jungkook reveals more and more of his lower body parts.

“Ooh baby, I can hardly wait,” he moans lewdly once his cock springs out of his pants making you hold your breath for a brief moment. His length is impressive, precum covering his entire shaft with the very tip of his erection having a lovely furious red colour. Jungkook’s penis throbs fuelled by the adrenaline and desire building up in his body. Scared, or maybe totally taken aback by his size, you pull back for a moment. When you look up, you can see that his smile is gone and his eyes are even darker. They narrow dangerously, and then, the boy pushes you on the bed and sits on top of you placing his hands on both sides of your head. His dick rests on your belly, its wet and slick surface tickles your skin and your body shivers. Jungkook focuses on your exposed tits and deliciously erected nipples. His predatory stare embarrasses you to no end but you can’t control your own desire, as once again, your pussy begins pounding in need for Jungkook. You gaze down, at his thick member resting just above your womanhood. Worried and unsure, you furrow your brows. Jungkook’s melodic voice drives away your concerns as the boy leans in and your noses touch.

“It’s all for you, pretty girl,” he whispers and you can feel his hot breath on your lips.

You clear your dry throat before delivering an answer in a shaky voice, “I haven’t had anybody for a while and you’re… You’re s-so-”

Jungkook bites your lower lip not allowing you to finish your sentence. He starts sucking on it and, unexpectedly, grabs your hips and forces you to lay on your side while positioning himself right behind you. He shivers in excitement when his cock rubs against your ass. He pulls you in, pressing your ass cheeks to his veiny dick. He moans and moans fucking your back. His head buried in the crook of your neck while he uses your buttocks to get himself off. He groans and forcefully seizes the underside of your knee to pull your leg up, preparing himself to find a perfect position to thrust into your tight hole.

“You’ll feel good, Baby girl. I promise,” he almost cries out, not being able to surpass his whimpers.

Upon uttering these words, Jungkook froze, not intending to move before getting your approval. You quickly nod, digging your nails into his hip and feeling his lust-tense body right under the palm of your hand. His skin sizzles with desire and, as his arousal has started to cause him pain, Jungkook greedily pushes his entire length into your pink hole while holding your ass in place. He groans and writhes, biting your shoulder as his cock throbs right up from his crotch. The juice-drenched lips of your pussy allowed him to slide in easily, slamming right into your core and brushing with the very tip of his aching dick over your sweet spot. The passion in your belly ignites and, wanting to feel him better inside your hot walls, you push yourself on his dick, frantically moaning his name to encourage him to fill you up with his entire length.

“Fuck, Noona!” the boy whimpers, excitedly pushing forward and stuffing you with his dick.

“That’s it Kookie,” you praise him in between desperate moans causing him to redouble his efforts and increase his speed. He groans in pure pleasure repeatedly pushing in and out of your creamy pussy while holding tight to your hips in order to always bury himself as deep as it’s only possible. His member swells even more and his cock stretches your fuck-tunnel so much you can’t believe it doesn’t hurt. His body spasm and the boy’s movements become frantic as the boy gradually loses his steady tempo.

“Please, Baby! More, give me more!” you wail desperately feeling your pussy lips quivering. You’re so close to your second release that your clit has already started pulsating. Utterly lost, you raise your ass a little and push back, continuously slamming right into Jungkook’s dick to meet his strong thrusts. The boy gives out such delicious sounds you keep on fucking back wanting to hear more of his filthy whimpers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth. Quickly, he grabs your ass and pulls his cock out of your entrance which angers you to no end. You cry out like crazy, feeling so empty and frustrated.

“Get back there! You little shit!” a scream escapes your irritated from moaning throat as your hand reaches to Jungkook’s ass. You scratch his flesh with your nails and squeeze his buttocks hard and long enough for him to beg you to stop. But you don’t.

His head falls back and his cock twitches uncontrollably as he keeps gasping for air. It hurts a lot but the pain mixes with pleasure and he gets dizzy from all the different sensations attacking his needy body.

“Yes, ohh fuckk! Ple-please!” Jungkook pleads not knowing why and what for.

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Suddenly, he redirects his pulsating cock and starts grazing with it against your clit. He rubs your pussy lips with his entire shaft, from his swollen balls up to the very tip, giving you shivers of ecstasy. He repeats the movement, sending waves of pleasure through all of your body. You yell out shamelessly, as your pussy lips begin convulsing around his cock. You whimper and your body twists as you feel the thrill of an approaching orgasm. Jungkook moans out loud, amazed at the tingling sensation of your clit throbbing right under his dick. Right then, he simply lifts your hips a bit higher and hammers his cock back into your drenched entrance. You shriek as your walls swallow him all, clenching around his shaft. Your needy pussy grips him hard and Jungkook can’t keep it in anymore. As your pussy walls shudder he starts milking out his cock inside you, climaxing violently. He gives out a guttural groan once you arch your back to adjust to his throbbing dick. He guides you both through your orgasms, fervently thrusting into your core. Gradually, his thrusts become more and more shallow, to the point when both of you stop moving.

Being totally spent, Jungkook gently pulls out of you and basically collapses on top of your trembling body. He is panting heavily, trying to steady his irregular breathing. He smiles warmly at you, which makes you feel weak and defenceless. He cups your face and places a kiss on your forehead purring softly.

“You know, Noona…,” he whispers tenderly as you brush away his damped bangs from his forehead.

“Yeah?” your heart keeps pounding loudly in your chest. Jungkook’s loving stare and handsome face make you feel warm inside.

“I have to admit…,” he begins sheepishly with a little smirk on his face, “I have to admit that I lied to you, you know.”

“Oh really?” you cock your eyebrow matching your smirk with his. “Don’t tell me you’re under 18,” you start giggling being a bit too happy with your smart comeback. Teary-eyed from laughing, you gaze at angry-looking Jungkook. He gives you a sour look showing a bit of his childish side.

“Very funny, indeed. Ehh, Noona! Stop!” he whines pouting his lips which makes you giggle even more. You rake his hair, trying to reconcile with your dissatisfied boy. He gives in once you start kissing his jawline, slowly proceeding to his neck.

“I didn’t have any date, you know?” he confesses, tilting his head to give you a better access to his neck.

You smirk playfully gazing right into his eyes, “I figured out that much.”

He snorts with laughter.

“So, tell me. Were you planning to fuck me, here on the floor, right from  the beginning?”

Jungkook smiles triumphantly.

“More or less,” he responds. “I was considering the counter too, though.”

Both of you start laughing heartily and the boy places several kisses on your lips before he begins talking again.

“Mhmm, I was thinking… Can we go out on a date tomorrow?” he asks nervously licking his lip. His fingertips play with the lock of your silky hair.

“You’re doing it all wrong Jungkook. First, you take a girl on a date, and then you fuck her on the floor. Are we clear?”

“So, does it mean you agree?” The anticipation in his eyes is too adorable for you to handle so you hug him tightly, hiding your head in his chest.

“Mhmmm… I could give you a second chance, I suppose.”

The boy forces you to look at him and smiles so brightly your stomach flutters. You close your eyes and, in all honesty, you have never felt happier in your life than now, right in Jungkook’s arms.

The Problem [m]

Genre : smut
summary : Listen, you really hadn’t meant to think of your friend whilst you got off, but it happened.

“Just tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone else - it’s not me is it?”

“No!”

You said it far too quick. Damn.

 You could feel him moving closer. “Oh … that’s a twist.”

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