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The Brothel (Pt. 1)

Jungkook x Reader

“He is beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”

Warnings: Very explicit sexual content.
A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. Not proofread. Enjoy! **the keep reading doesn’t show up in mobile, so you can go to my description and find the story there

Part 1


You remember the first time you saw him in front of you.

You got out of your apartment and into the hallway when you saw his tall figure stumbling down the corridor. His jaw was was clenched and he was breathing through his nose – every exhale echoing through the old, decaying corridor of your building.

He finally lost balance and stumbled into a wall, coming to a stop, and pressing his back flush against the torn wallpaper of the corridor. He started sliding down the wall, his legs slowly giving out.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 3]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

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Summary: Jungkook can feel when your entire world falls apart, and his shatters into a million more pieces.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

JUNGKOOK’S POV

An immobilizing sense of panic shot through Jungkook, causing him to freeze. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, and his vision became unfocused in his state of unadulterated fear. Immediately, Jungkook sensed that the sudden emotion was being transmitted through your soulmate bond, and soon fear wasn’t the only feeling Jungkook was contending with.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Jungkook thought helplessly. He moved through the crowd, leaving behind whichever girl he had been talking to, and tried to escape the confines of the party. The sense of panic he had been feeling had suddenly ceased, which was even more worrying. “Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!

By the time Jungkook reached the front door, he was covered in a sheen layer of sweat–in part from the heat of the party, and mostly because of his increasing worry. He burst through the door, lurching into the cool, night air.

“Y/N!” he bellowed, head swinging side to side as he searched for you. Cursing, Jungkook realized he had no idea where to even look. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, so relying on luck, he turned to his right and ran.

Jungkook sprinted down the empty road, his footsteps falling heavily and echoing through the silence. His lungs burned and his muscles ached, but the cold grip of fear around his heart kept him running.

In his mind, he could feel your presence slipping away. Even if you were silent, there was always a warm, comforting feeling of your presence. But now, it was being replaced with cold nothingness.

He prayed that you were safe–he knew that he had caused whatever had made you so panicked. Jungkook wished he could go back in time, stop you from leaving. Maybe even go back further, and stop you from hurting at all.

But he knew that it was useless to hope.

As Jungkook turned a corner, he was blinded by bright, flashing blue, red, and white lights. An ambulance was stalled in the middle of the road alongside a single car. Jungkook’s feet skidded to a stop as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.

“No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. Staggering forward, Jungkook’s eyes began to water with unshed tears. A man stood in his path, so Jungkook grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun him around. The man stared up at Jungkook, his eyes wide and his face pale. “What happened!?”

“T-there was an accident,” the man explained, his voice shaking. His eye’s darted to the right, so Jungkook’s followed.

On the ground, a girl lay sprawled on the cement in front of the parked car. Two paramedics were kneeling beside her, assessing her injuries as they prepared her body for the stretcher.

Jungkook knew immediately that it was you. His body moved forward on its own accord as Jungkook’s mind screamed.

“No,” he repeated, his voice becoming louder. It cracked as he spoke. The paramedics turned around, alarmed at the sight of the distressed boy.

“Sir, please stand back,” one of them said, standing up with his hands in front of him placatingly. “We need you to stay out of the way so we can get to the hospital.”

“She’s my soulmate!” Jungkook cried, surging forward to get closer to you. The paramedic sprung up, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders and holding him back. “Let me see her! Is she alive? Oh god–tell me she’s alive!”

Jungkook’s hoarse cries filled the quiet night, his words becoming mangled together until they were indecipherable. Another pair of hands grabbed Jungkook and stopped him from struggling–he was pretty sure they belonged to the man who had hit you.

And god, Jungkook wanted to be angry with that man. He wanted to be furious. But Jungkook knew that everything was his fault. If you died, it would be because of Jungkook. The fight left him, and Jungkook crumpled to the ground.

Silent sobs wracked his frame as he kneeled, watching your lifeless body being whisked away on a stretcher into the ambulance. Sirens began wailing as the ambulance lurched to life, but to Jungkook, the sound seemed far away. He could only stare as the ambulance–as his soulmate–sped away into the night, disappearing into obscurity.

Jungkook’s mind was blank. He felt numb everywhere, he couldn’t even feel his own body. It was like he had slipped away and was watching himself from someplace else, wishing that what had happened wasn’t real.

He wondered if this was all just an elaborate nightmare. If, at any moment, he would wake up never having met you. That way, he had a chance to undo all the mistakes he had made. Jungkook wished that were true, but he knew better than to wish.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital,” the man from before spoke, his tired voice lined with guilt. “Don’t worry son, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

Jungkook felt himself being lifted, and he stood up shakily. The man led Jungkook into his car, struggling to get the large boy into the vehicle. They rode in silence to the nearest hospital, and by the time they arrived, Jungkook wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

-

Since he had arrived at the hospital, Jungkook had done nothing but stare at the walls in the hallway in front of him, waiting for you to exit the emergency room. After a few hours, your body was whisked away to an intensive care unit. Jungkook followed the line of doctors and nurses that wheeled you away, met by looks of pity.

The doctors tried to explain the extend of your injuries to Jungkook, but their words fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. You had been moved to a hospital bed, looking impossible small underneath thin, white sheets. There were cuts and bruises all across one side of your face. Like before, you were unresponsive.

Eventually, the room emptied out, and only you and Jungkook remained. He dragged a chair across the room, its legs squeaking against the cleanly polished tiles. Jungkook sat down beside your bed and did nothing but stare.

White walls and the scent of antiseptic surrounded Jungkook. His dark clothing was a stark contrast against all the white and pale grey around him. He hated everything about hospitals–they brought up so many terrible memories.

But for once, he was able to find comfort. The steady beeping of your heart monitor ignited a spark of hope within Jungkook.

From the night into the morning, nurses drifted in and out of the unit to check on you. They cast worried looks at Jungkook, who had not moved in several hours. One even tried to bring to bring him food, only to return an hour later and see it untouched.

People tried speaking to Jungkook again. He couldn’t bring himself to listen properly, but a few words lingered, like “serious head trauma” and “potential brain damage.” Those words echoed around in the background of Jungkook’s mind ceaselessly.

In the time Jungkook had spent watching you, he also had time to think. He tried to recall every one of your thoughts he had heard. Every conversation you had shared. It was impossible to reestablish them all–he had been listening to you for as long as he could remember.

In his life that had been filled with so many horrors and so much sadness, you were the one bright light in the darkness that surrounded Jungkook. And how, that light was so close to being extinguished. With nothing better to do, Jungkook whispered quiet confessions, hoping that even in your unconscious state, you would hear them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered, his voice rough after everything he had put it through. “I’m sorry for everything–everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said. I never wanted to hurt you, never. You mean the world to me.”

He could feel his eyes begin to water, but in the sanctity of the empty room, Jungkook did not stop talking.

“I never thought we would meet so soon,” Jungkook confessed, tears slipping down his cheeks. He reached out for your hand, holding it carefully in his larger ones. “I wasn’t ready. Right now, I’m not…I’m not a good person. I wanted to change–become someone you could be proud of. But in the end, you already knew exactly who I was. I wasn’t ready to face you, and I pushed you away. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook kept talking, pouring his heart out to your unhearing ears. He spoke until his voice faltered and he had no more words to say. But even then, he knew it wasn’t enough. He would do anything to make you understand. He wasn’t sure if you could live not knowing if you would every forgive him.

Suddenly, in his clammy palms, Jungkook felt your hand twitch. His eyes widened and jumped to your face. Your eyelids were twitching as you roused slowly. Jungkook leapt to his feet and searched for the assistance button.

“Nurse!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He jammed the button frantically, unsure of what to do as you began to wake.

Jungkook watched in awe as your eyes opened slowly. You squinted into the bright light, your eyes darting around the room as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“What happened?” you croaked, your voice hoarse after almost a day of misuse. Your eyes moved to Jungkook who was standing beside you. “Why am I here?”

“You were in a car accident,” Jungkook explained softly, a sense of relief flooding through him. His soulmate was alive–everything was going to be alright. “You have a few injuries, but you’re going to be fine.”

“Oh…okay,” you replied slowly, still not understanding. “But why are you here? Where’s Jieun? Who are you?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped in his chest. Did you forget?

“Would you mind telling me the date?” Jungkook asked, sounding much calmer than he felt.

“It’s August 6th, I think,” you said after a moment. Jungkook stared, wide-eyed. You had completely forgotten the past three months. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“My name’s Jungkook,” he spoke finally, trying to keep his voice steady. “Y-you may have forgotten me, because of your injuries. But I’m your soulmate.”

“Really? My soulmate?” you repeating, squinting in disbelief. “But you go to my university. Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“We didn’t find out until recently,” Jungkook supplied with a small smile. A nurse burst into the room, gasping when she saw that you were conscious. She called for a doctor, but neither of you paid her entrance any mind.

“Wow,” you breathed, a huge smile lighting up your face. “I can’t believe I finally met you. And that I forgot everything. Will my memories come back?”

“Probably,” Jungkook said, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted that to be true. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together, so you’re not forgetting much.”

“Hey, how do I know you’re not lying?” you suddenly demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. It almost made him laugh, and it definitely made him smile. “What’s something only my soulmate would know?”

“When we were younger, we used to think of love songs,” Jungkook remembered suddenly. “You thought of Taylor Swift a lot. I sang ‘Marry Me,’ mostly.”

“Right, we did that,” you confirmed quietly, blushing at the memory. You looked up at Jungkook, your eyes wide and vulnerable. “So, we’re really soulmates. Wow. Do you…do you love me?”

“Yes,” was Jungkook’s immediate response. He realized, in all the times that he had actually spoken to you, that was the first time he had never lied.

Eventually, a doctor entered the room and began asking you questions. Jungkook stared from the sidelines as the examination progressed. The entire time, your eyes kept jumping to Jungkook’s, a bright blush on your face. Every time, Jungkook indulged you with a smile, but he could only wonder when this wonderful illusion would fall apart.

- Girl in Luv

Wow!! Part 3 already guys. Thank you so much for all the support 💛 I know this is like cliffhanger after cliffhanger, but I have PLANS. This story’s becoming a lot more complex than what I had imagined when I first began writing it, but I hope you guy still enjoy it. Tell me if you liked it, and let me know what you think is going to happen! So thanks again for all the love guys!!! Happy reading 🤓

ultimate-drama-queen  asked:

Hi. I love your blog and all the little headcannons (canon?) you do. I also noticed you're amazing for writing little stories for people who are having a tough time. Would it be too much to ask if I could have one? I'm suffering from a bout of depression/insomnia and I'm running on about 4 hours sleep in about 3 days. What do you think of Derek or Stiles getting insomnia from all the stuff they've seen and the other just cuddling them through it? Trying to stay awake so they're not alone?

Hey, sweetheart. The depression/insomnia combo is horrible. I don’t know if it will work for you but earlier this year I stumbled upon ASMR videos. I know some people find them weird but they really helped me when it came to getting to sleep. In the mean time, I hope this little fic does something to help. 

Stiles thought being able to sleep after the Nogitsune had been the universe’s way of balancing out the good and bad in his life: get possessed by a psychotic Japanese fox but sleep like a baby every night after. As it turned out, being able to sleep after a spirit uses your body to murder a bunch of people came down to the fact Stiles hadn’t had a break since finding Laura Hale’s body that night in the woods.   

He believed joining the academy would be a fresh start, and in many ways it was. He just didn’t count on the fact that now he didn’t have pure evil trying to kill him at every waking moment that his brain would finally find time to process it. Stiles had always been a fan of ignoring his problems until they eventually, just, go away; watching his friends die, looking down at his own body and knowing it wasn’t really his but the cardboard cutout left behind by the Nogitsune, the memory of watching Derek almost -

He assumed - stupidly - that he had been successful in that particular endeavour. As long as he had his pillow, he was fine. You’re going to be fine. That was what the faceless people of the internet said. Stiles didn’t think “fine” was ever going to be an option for him but he guessed hope was a nice sentiment. 

“Insomnia,” Scott said, repeating the word back to him. Stiles could practically hear the concern, loud and clear, ringing through the phone. It instantly made him feel worse. Heaving a sigh, he scrubbed a tired hand down his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have called.  

“Yes, insomnia.”

Scott was quiet for several seconds.  “Do you have your pillow?” he asked. 

“Yes,” Stiles answered. He was currently clutching it to his chest, sprawled out on his bedroom floor. It was 3am, the floor was hard, and if he didn’t get some sleep soon he was going to start crying; the kind of crying he hadn’t done since he was a kid and his mom took ill. 

“What about drugs?” Scott suggested. “I could ask my mom-”

“No drugs, Scott.”

“But-”

I said no drugs, Scott.” 

The line went quiet again and Stiles felt his eyes begin to sting. This was a mistake.

“Sorry, man, I have to go.” 

He hung up before Scott could respond, deciding he could feel guilty about it later.

~

At the academy, he was on auto-pilot. Luckily, Stiles had come up with some of his best plans during the last four years on little-to-no sleep, so it wasn’t overly obvious to his fellow agents-in-training that he needed several cups on coffee just to get through the day.

It was obvious to someone though. Someone who clearly thought it was their sworn duty to haul Stiles over their shoulder in the middle of his third run to the coffee shop that day and deposit him in the back of their car. 

Stiles wanted to protest - he should protest, call for help, maybe? - but he had had his eyes closed when the stranger grabbed him, had been drooling on a statue, leaning against it for moral support, as he had waited for his order.

Plus, the stranger’s arms felt nice. 

In the back of his mind, Stiles couldn’t decide if thinking a stranger’s arms felt nice during a potential kidnapping - fuck, please don’t let it be a supernatural kidnapping - was because of his sleep deprived state or if that was just the way he was wired now. 

It was only when a door opened and a familiar pair of eyebrows slid into the driver’s seat did Stiles begin to laugh. Hysterically. 

“Of course,” he said, shaking his head and pressing his lips against the cool leather interior. Familiar hands strapped him into the his seat. “Of course it’s you, big guy.”

Derek just gave a slight huff and muttered something Stiles couldn’t hear, but it sounded an awful lot like, yeah, I missed you, too. 

Stiles laughed again. It was crazy, what your mind came up with when it wasn’t functioning properly. 

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Cherry Bomb (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: This is dedicated to the marvelous @ballerinafairyprincess for requesting this super awesome idea a couple days ago! ❤ I had so much fun writing this!! I’m super jealous I didn’t come up with this! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤ 

Request: Hi darling! Can I make a request please? Can you do a Bucky x Reader where they go for milkshakes and she shows him how she can tie the cherry stem into a knot in her mouth (something he has never seen before). And it goes from fluff to smut just like that? 😊 

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic sex. Semi-public sex. Fluffiness. Bucky’s just having a good time.

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OK BUT GUYS.

TAKE EVERY SINGLE GREAT SUPERHERO AND SUPERVILLAN AND PUT THEM INTO ONE SINGLE AU.


THE SKY HIGH AU.


Imagine it though!
Who would be in hero class!? Who would be in sidekick class!? Who would be in cliques? Superhero tryouts!

Just imagine Deadpool!
“What’s your power?”
“I can’t die”
“Mmhm CAR”
THE CAR LITERALLY CRUSHES HIM AND EVERYONE IN LINE GASPS IN HORROR AS THE CAR LIFTS BACK UP AND DEADPOOL JUST KIND OF DOES A THUMBS UP!

It would be amazing

late night kiss pt. 6

whaA/N: wow, uh. it’s been almost 5 months since i updated this story… please forgive me, i have made it longer than all the other parts for you all……. please don’t kill me over the ending also no worries, this isn’t the last part

summary: Following Peter to confirm your suspicions has some unforeseen consequences.

pairing: peter parker x reader

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You’d laid in your bed, awake until two hours before you had to get up for school, and thought about Spider-Man and Peter.

They had to be the same person. They just had to be.

There were three main reasons why you were convinced that Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

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SAVED ME - THEO RAEKEN

Reader X Theo Raeken

Requested by the lovely @steph-oliveira

I know I made Isaac seem like a horrible animal but this is what was requested so I’m sorry, I know Isaac is a adorable puppy whom would never do this.


WARNINGS: (PLEASE READ)

- abusive relationship

- Mental abuse

- Physical abuse

- Sex (oral and all of that smut)

- 18+ ONLY

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Originally posted by sensuous

I open my eyes and manage to see the clock sitting on my bedside table read 4:00 AM through my blurry eyes, I move my arms around in the darkness trying to find Isaac who was laying with me before I fell asleep, I get up and rub my tired eyes still sore from all the crying,

I did love him once upon a time, and he loved me too, I think. But now all he does is hurt me and abuse me, when we first got together Isaac was sweet, loving and caring. He would tell me everything, from how his mom died to how his father abused him all the time.

After he was bitten by Derek Hale a local residing werewolf, Isaac changed, it was like he was a completely different person, I understood he was going through changes and gave him his space but even after that he got worse, at first he started getting distant, no more cute text messages, no random kisses and then after we started arguing all the time, although I admit it would get heated quickly and our arguments were bad Isaac would start mentioning the things I told him in confidence and joking about them. Then he started to get emotionally abusive and always try to bring me down, he would point out things about my weight and appearance and laugh about them. This went on for a while until one night when we was arguing and i was about to leave and Isaac wolfed out and punched me across my face, he had taken me to the hospital saying I had tripped and hurt my face, I had promised myself that this was enough this was a unhealthy relationship and I had to leave now or else I would never be able to leave.

I waited for Isaac to walk in so I could end it but when he did my heart dropped, his eyes were red and his face was wet from the tears running down his face

“ I-I’m so sorry Y/N I c-can’t believe I hurt you like that” he cried out sincerely “Isaac” I whispered

“N-no Y/N please don’t say anything, I know I’ve been hurting you and what I’ve been doing is wrong but it’s not me I swear it’s the wolf inside me I-I can’t control it” he shuffles towards me

“please.. please don’t leave me” he sobs and I start to tear up too it’s been months since I’ve seen this side of Isaac, I forgive him and we go back home. But that wasn’t the end of that it was just the beginning, it was occasional the hitting, then it got more regular, he started hitting me everyday and every time I’d try to leave he’d start crying and blame it on his inner wolf. I had gotten quite practical because of this I wore make up everyday to school to cover up my cuts and bruises although it never covered up completely no one noticed because truthfully no one cared.


“Isaac?” I call out quietly to check if he’s inside the house but lay back down when I don’t hear a reply and go back to sleep.


I walk into the crowded halls of beacon hills high school, still not heard from Isaac after his sudden disappearance last night but glad I got to walk into school with no new bruises or broken bones. I see stiles and Lydia standing near a locker and walk up to them, although I’m not as close with the McCall pack because Isaac doesn’t like me talking to other boys or having friends,

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“Hey Lyd’s, stiles” I smile and they greet me back

“have you seen Isaac today?” I ask curiously

“no I haven’t last time I spoke to him was yesterday in chem” Lydia informs me

“I gotta go chat later” and she’s off

“no I haven’t seen Isaac either, oh wait is that him” he looks behind me in the distance and waves at Isaac, I turn around and see Isaac walking up to us and he doesn’t look happy.

“What’s going on?” He asks in a serious tone.

“Uh nothing Y/N here was just missing  you” stiles jokes

“Oh was you missing me babe” he pulls me towards him and forces a kiss on my cheek, something he only did in front of people.

“ I’m gonna go find sco” stiles looks up as he grabs his books and raises his eyebrows looking at me “What’s that” he questions pointing at a spot where an old bruise was showing. Isaac turns my face swiftly towards his looking at what stiles was pointing at.

“Oh nothing stiles you know women they’re unable to co ordinate especially Y/N she tripped the other day” Isaac nervously grunted sucking his cheek. Stiles is hesitant at Isaac’s statement and looks at me with worry in his eyes

“Are you okay Y/N?” He interrogated Should I tell him or should I lie? If I told him the truth right now Isaac wouldn’t be able to do anything right now, not in front of the whole school. I feel Isaac’s hand grip tighter on my waist at my hesitance to answer and he starts digging his nails into my skin the stinging pain sensation warning me.

“Y-yeah I tripped over air” I mock myself and laugh and stiles just nods and walks off.

“What have I said about covering up?” Isaac barks in my ear close enough so only I hear it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see it” I gulped

“You know what this means don’t you?” He spat

“No no please Isaac I’m sorry” I plead tears warning to leave my eyes. And he grabs my hand and starts to drag me along with him to the quiet car park.

“Isaac please stop!” I scream over my tears

“How dare you raise your voice at me?” He snaps and the collision of his fist against my cheek makes me fall to the ground, the pain spreading across my face and down my body as I freeze in shock. Isaac grabs me by my hair and lifts me up so I am standing again and his hands are now around my throat

“ YOU WILL RESPECT ME Y/N AND YOU WILL OBEY ME DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” He roars while his grip around my neck tightens and coughs start to escape my mouth as I’m struggling for air, my vision starts to blur before Isaac releases me and my body falls to the ground.

“Now go home and think about what you did wrong” the blurred figure scoffs and walks away. I cough a few times and get my heart rate back to normal so I can stop crying and lift my weak and sore body from the ground and start to limp home.

As I’m walking home I start to feel dizzy with pain overcoming me with every step and my vision goes blank________



Theo POV

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

I’m driving on my way to school late and already missed first period, I look on the side walk and see Y/N in a distance, I know it’s her because I could recognise her a mile away, she was my first and only love ever since I laid my eyes upon her, she took my breath away, every time I see her everything else goes blank, when she’s talking to me every other sound is off, I would do anything for her and be anyone for her, although at the moment that’s only a friend as she was with Isaac before we even met. I pull up behind her and call her name yet she doesn’t hear me, I notice her lose her balance and run towards her and catch her before she falls and hurts herself,

“Y/N?” I call her name but her eyes are closed, I listen carefully and hear her heartbeat “thank god” I whisper, but looking at her she looks like someone has hurt her, I feel angry but maintain my emotions and slide my hand under Y/Ns knee and lift her up bridal style and lay her gently in my car. I get back in my seat and drive off, while I’m driving I think to myself, should I take her to the hospital? No she probably doesn’t want anyone to find out about this, Deaton? I think but brush off the thought as he would call Scott even if I begged him not to. I decide to take Y/N back to mine and wait till she’s awake to see what she wants me to do.

As I pull up into my driveway I lift Y/N up and kick the car door shut with my foot, I look down at her face and can’t help but notice how beautiful she is and so delicate, I lay her in my bed slowly not wanting to hurt her in anyway, I look closely at her wounds and can tell someone has punched her and also notice the fingerprints on her neck, I start breathing heavily just the thought of someone laying a finger on Y/N made my blood boil, I try to calm myself and take my shirt off to cool down and walk into my bathroom and splash cold water on my face, I open my cabinet and grab the light green box with the white first aid logo on it and walk towards Y/N, I open the box and see bandages, plastered, disinfectant and other things I don’t know about

“shit” I mutter under my breath

“Let’s just do this the old fashioned way” I talk to myself and climb onto my bed next to Y/N and hold her hand gently in mine and start taking her pain seeing the black veins run through my hand disappearing into my skin. I don’t feel the pain as I’m mesmerised by Y/Ns beauty. After a while I notice Y/N shift in her position glad she’s finally starting to wake.

“Hey” I smile softly

“Hi” she softly groans her voice sore probably from crying, she lifts her self up and winces in pain and I quickly jump up to help her up and take her pain. “ oh you don’t have to do that Theo” she speaks which comes out as a whisper due to her weakness, I blush at the way she says my name it causing butterflies in my stomach. “It’s okay I don’t even feel it” I assured her kind sweet soul. “I’m not in any pain anymore” she says “You sure?” I ask and she nods. She fidgets with her fingers not making any eye contact with me.

“You know I’m gonna ask sooner or later” and she looks up nervously

“And I’ll know if you’re lying” I raise my eyebrows “Who did this?” I sternly ask crossing my arms and leaning against my bathroom door.


Y/N POV

At this point I’m scared shitless.

If Theo finds out who did this there’s gonna be a very dangerous physical fight between two very angry wolfs.

“Theo it’s okay it doesn’t matter it’s over now” I try to get out of this situation

“Y/N have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You look terrible. Tell me… who… did this” he demanded

I try to hold my ground and raise my voice

“well it’s really none of your business!”

Theo scoffs and shakes his head “It is my business because I fucking care about you Y/N” he starts to shout

“WHY?” I cry out

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”

We stare at each other in silence and Theo’s face softens as he realises what he just admitted

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have thrown that out on you like that” he apologises

“No it’s okay I-i should go” I stand up and walk towards the door and Theo slams the door shut from behind me and I turn around jumping both of us millimetres away from each other’s faces.

“I’m not gonna let you go until you tell me Y/N” he whispers into my ear causing goosebumps all over my body. I’ve never noticed how attractive Theo is, and his muscles he was definitely ripped

“Ahem” Theo clears his throat as he watches me stare at his body and blushes with a smirk.

“What?” I hiss

“Hmm? Nothing” he chuckles and removes his arms from my sides I start to feel nervous at his sight, why was Theo making me feel this way?

“D-don’t you own a shirt?” I scoff and Theo laughs at my comment and his arms are on both sides of my body again against the door and he shifts closer

“Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?” He brags

“Wha-n-no” i defend and look up at him to try and make myself look serious I stare into his eyes, his green eyes, the kind of green that pushed passed the snow to remind you spring was coming, the kind of green the ocean becomes during a storm. Those green eyes that I never seemed to notice before that had me hypnotised.

“What are you staring at?” He chants

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“You’re beautiful” I informed him He laughs and bites his lip, his delicate rose petal pink lips

“ how hard did they hit your head Y/N” he mused

“Hard enough to make me wanna do this” I quickly protested and grabbed his face in my hands and attack his lips with mine roughly begging for entrance for his mouth. Theo takes a second to catch up with reality and starts to caress my tongue with his sliding his hands up my back and down squeezing my ass and making me jump, he grabs my legs and positions them around his waist and holds me up from my ass, I move my hands to his neck for support and he turns around and walks towards his bed chucking me gently on there and climbing on top of me. I roam my hands across the masterpiece of a body which looks as if it was chiselled by Heavens finest angels, desperate for him I tug on his jeans and Theo grabs my hands and Pin’s them above my head, at this point we are both panting from our kissing and our emotions but Theo just looks into my eyes,

“Is this what YOU want?” He raises his eyebrows “Yes” I nod Theo looks into my eyes for any doubt “What about Isaac?” He questions Isaac, how could I do this? How could I do this to Isaac my boyfriend. I think for a while panicking but suddenly feel calm remembering how safe and protected Theo makes me feel. Did Isaac love me? Of course not. How could he when he merely left me in the parking lot unconscious possibly dead. Isaac has never made me feel this way, the way Theo is making me feel right now, Theo is who I want. As if he read my mind Theo interrupts my thoughts by whispering into my ear

“it’s okay we won’t ruin this moment right now” and starts nibbling under my ear he starts lowering his mouth to my neck and sucks sweetly on the right spot causing me to buck and moan, he releases his gentle grip on my wrists and continues kissing my neck

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“Mmm” he grunts as my shirt gets in the way and looks at me for approval, I nod and he starts to undress my upper body caressing his hands all over me, he lifts me up gently and unclasps my bra removing it swiftly and stares at my breasts “So beautiful” he says his voice full of lust yet his eyes full of love He continues whispering sweet words and leaves a trail of wet kisses on my breasts, and gently hovers his teeth above my nipples turning me on even more by the second,

“please” I beg

“Please what?”

“Please Theo can you fuck me right now” I state.

“Don’t have to ask twice” he gets up and locks eye contact with me while removing his belt and sliding his jeans off, I look down at his crotch and lick my lips followed by biting my bottom lip aching for Theo to be inside me. He painfully slowly starts removing his boxers revealing his long hard thick cock I get up and move my hands towards him but he quickly grabs them.

“Not so fast kitten” He comes closer and starts to unbutton my jeans and slides them down, he looks at my pink lacy underwear and cocks his head to the side raising an eyebrow “Pink?” He smiles “my favourite colour” he blushes and I can’t help but blush back at his cuteness, we grab each other and start kissing again devouring each other’s mouths, I push Theo on the bed and get down to the floor on my knees and start massaging his cock in-between my hands I lower my head and start entering him inside my mouth trying to move my hair out of my face, he sees me struggling and holds my hair aside from my face, “See I’m such a gentleman” he jokes and I continue sucking his dick swirling my tongue around him making him twitch against my tongue, I notice him close his eyes in pleasure and moan so start slowing down painfully slow

“Don’t tease me kitten” I stand up and smile ignoring him

“You want me to beg?” He asks He comes up behind and lifts me up and pushes me back on his bed

“So my little kitten wants to play games and tease me?” He shrugs with a warning causing me to giggle at his anger “how about I show you what teasing is” he laughs and starts to remove my underwear and inserts a finger, surprised he removes it and looks at me

“so wet… is this what I was doing to you?”

“You’re such a naughty girl Y/N” He re enters his finger and suddenly starts pumping it in and out

“Oh ohh” he causes me to moan in pleasure at his sudden action He carries on adding another finger and curling them hitting the right spot

“Ohh right there Theo” I breathe

“I fuck… I-I’m s-so close” I struggle and he removes his finger

“THEO!” I groan “Oh sorry you wasn’t finished?” He smirks

“Fine I’m sorry I won’t tease you again” I promise him He winks and kisses me again and I can’t take it anymore

“Please Theo … please?” I beg Theo understands my desperation and climbs on top of me and holds his cock above my entrance sliding it up and down driving me crazy. I look up at Theo and frown and he smiles

“okay sorry sorryyy” he says before sliding himself inside me slowly

“So fucking tight” he whispers As he’s fully inside me, He lifts me up from my hips and starts thrusting slowly inside me and pleasure starting to build up from my core

“Ohh ohhh yes Theo” I moan as he starts building up his pace hitting the right spot every time he grabs hold of his wooden headboard and starts speeding up at a inhuman rate making the headboard bang against the wall with every thrust Curse words leave Theo’s lips as he’s pounding inside me pleasure also filling him

“I’m cl-oose” I stutter grabbing the bedsheets into balls inside my fists

“Come for me Y/N” and at his words I release for the first time in months shaking and twitching from the indescribable sensation possessing my body, moaning at the feeling Theo follows after me releasing his warm load deep inside me huffing and panting collapsing by my side.

“That was …. amazing Y/N” Still unable to talk I nod and he slides his arm under my bed pulling me close to him.

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“How long has Isaac been” he gulps not wanting to ruin the atmosphere “hurting you” he continues

“ a while now” I frown

“Why have you been putting up with him Y/N?” He sympathises

“I’m too scared and he..he’ll hurt me I-if I leave, he’s told me so” I stutter feeling teary at the reality

“Listen to me Y/N no one and I mean NO ONE is EVER gonna lay a finger on you, not even Isaac” he vows

“You’re gonna go over there later and you’re gonna break up with him” he instructs

“No-no I can-t he ” I start to panic

“Shhh” he holds me close “He’s not gonna hurt you, I won’t let him” he re assures me and I thoughtfully nod Theo makes me feel safe and I know he won’t let anyone ever hurt me again I hold him close and he holds me tighter in his arms making me feel like I’m floating in warm fluffy clouds and slowly and swiftly sleep overcomes me……


THE END

AN: okay so I know my writing is kinda lame this is like my 3rd imagine but if you enjoyed this please show some love and if you want a part 2 let me know because some shit is about to go down when Isaac finds out :0s

Flower Child

Thank you to a reader for submitting this idea.

oh gosh Harry with a son is so cute maybe one in which his son has a crush in a little girl from his preschool and he goes to backyard to got flowers and he hide them in his little backpack to give her and he does everyday until one day Harry finds flowers in his backpack and ask him about it ❤️

What started as a blurb has spiraled into over 2k of fluff and daddy Harry, so I hope you all enjoy! -xoxo S


Harry’s car idled by the curb as he patiently waited for the dashboard clock in his Range Rover to hit noon. It was rare that he was able to pick up his son from school, but the days his schedule allowed for it were some of his favorites. With the new baby at home, he had to make more time for pick ups and drop offs, which he didn’t mind one bit. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the faint beat pulsing through the car and checked his phone for a message update from you on whether the new member of your family had willingly gone down for a nap.

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Lucky Star

Word Count: ~1800

Pairing: Sehun/Reader

Notes: ceo! au // strong language

don’t cry tonight after the darkness passes, baby don’t cry tonight it’ll become as if it never happened

You stumble out of the bar, dragging your heels and bag behind you. Your disheveled hair reeks of vodka and mixed cocktails, the smell making you gag every second. It’s 2am on a Tuesday night, and you’re wasted on the empty streets, jobless and abandoned.

The alcohol-suppressed memories dance around your hazy mind, and any recollection of the atrocity that happened this afternoon makes you sick. You wobble through the dark, empty path only lit by a flickering yellow street lamp near the end. Somewhere down the line, your legs give in, and you collapse onto the cold graphite road, making your exposed thighs shiver. You wince and groan, pulling yourself onto the wall of a nearby store, which closed hours ago.

“Just my fucking luck,” you curse at your phone, whose screen remain lifeless. You throw your head back onto the wall and stare at the swirling buildings. How can someone lose everything in one night?

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The Adventures of Spidey-Prom!

Seriously it’s probably not healthy how much I love Spiderman!Prompto! I didn’t know I needed it until @destiny-islanders drew the freaking CUTEST art for it. Please check it out. It’s good for the soul, trust me.

Anyway, enjoy this little bit inspired by their art! :D HOPE YOU ENJOY!


This is your costume?”

Ignis’ voice rang almost shrilly in the small apartment complex, but Prompto was far too busy checking out the newest wounds to his body to pay much attention to what the man was saying - instead, he puffed out his chest and propped his hands on his hips, admiring the new slim and toned muscles that stood out starkly in the bad lighting.

“It sure is!” Prompto replied boldly, eyes squinting as pride welled in his chest.

So what if those thugs had landed a few hits and made him look like a bruised potato - he’d totally won in the end.

“It’s a cotton sweatshirt.” Ignis replied flatly, his widened eyes were evidence of his complete horror of the aspect as he held up the tattered garment of clothing.

“It’s not just a sweatshirt,” The blond replied, a small pout forming on his face as spun on his feet to swipe away the bloody clothes. “It’s my identity. Every superhero needs one.” He explained readily, ruffling out the sweater to examine the newest tears and ruffles. “It’s a part of me now.” He dramatically hugged the cloth to his chest, a small smirk forming on the edge of his lips as he thought about his most recent venture -

…that…hadn’t gone…exactly as planned…

But he’d still won!

Prompto could visibly see Ignis roll his eyes from the side, the older man reaching up a hand to adjust his glasses in an exasperated show of exhaustion. “Prompto, do you believe the police simply roll out of bed in the morning and seek out the local gangs in a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt? Their attire consists of at least some sort of protection - a bullet proof vest -”

“Pah -” Prompto interrupted with a scoff, waving a hand in front of him. “Last time I checked, cops can’t climb up freaking walls and lift a car without breakin’ a sweat.” The blond propped his hands on his hips and shot Ignis a wink, which the man returned with a twitch of his eyebrow that Prompto had quickly come to realize was onset to a migraine. “‘Sides,” he waved a hand as he tossed back the article of clothing, “I need my costume to be flexible, ya know - gotta make way for these babies.”

Another eye twitch followed when Prompto flexed his arms in the white tank top he was now donning, though he let out a sharp hiss of pain as he grabbed at his newly bandaged arm.

“How formidable.” Ignis replied dully, shaking his head as he stared down at the sweater.

“So are ya gonna sew it or not? I’m probably gonna need it by tomorrow. Duty calls, ya know.”

Ignis’s hands flopped down in front of him as he stared deadpan at the younger man. “You’re not seriously going to do this again -” Ignis cut himself off as he slapped a hand to his forehead before scrubbing it dramatically down his face. “Prompto - you’ve barely a grasp on your abilities, why on earth you are so eager to get yourself killed!?”

“‘Cause a superhero’s work is never done! It’s like Cor said -” He cleared his throat and straightened up to mimic the man, “With great power comes great responsibility. And uh - I’ve got great power now - so might as well be greatly responsible with it and kick some bad guy butt!”

The sound of the buzzing cars outside the tiny apartment complex was the only sound audible as Ignis’s green eyes bore holes into Prompto’s own, and the young man couldn’t help but fidget nervously under the gaze.

After a moment a long, very Ignis-y sigh escaped from the older man’s mouth, the glasses on his face sliding down slightly as he once again stared at the sweater that might as well have been a piece of trash for all the way that he regarded it.

“I cannot believe you’ve worn this for the last three months and survived.” Green-eyes flashed up to Prompto as he held up the sweater. “You’re either brilliant and sufficient, or incredibly stupid and lucky. My bet is on the ladder.” Almond lips pressed together as he made his way over to the small dresser drawer that held various needles and thread.

“Orrr - just super awesome -”

“Or perhaps an utter moron -”

“Could a moron do this!?

“Do - WHA -”

Ignis’s voice was immediately cut off when Prompto skipped over to where he was and effortlessly braced a hand under his back and on his thighs, effortlessly pushing against them to  lift the man above his head with a loud laugh.

“Howd’ya like that - eh, Ignis!?”

PROMPTO! Put me down this INSTANT!” Was his friend’s immediate retort, the struggle that he was giving against him making Prompto’s arms quiver slightly - but not nearly enough to undo his hold.

Prompto barked out another laugh, keeping his arms locked even as Ignis squirmed above him. “Not such a moron now, huh?”

“Prompto Argentum, I swear to the Astrals if you do not set me down in two seconds -!”

“Alright, alright -”

Prompto heard Ignis yelp slightly when the younger man released his grip entirely, stepping back just enough so that he could catch Ignis in his waiting arms, dodging a swipe to his head before he set the man back down on his feet.

“You ever do such a thing again…” Ignis huffed, shooting him a vicious glare as he straightened out his ruffled sleeves.

The blond chuckled, stepping his way back over to the mirror, “So how’s about it - gonna help me? Wanna be my sidekick?” Prompto chippered as if he hadn’t just lifted the taller, more muscular man like a dumbbell. He rubbed his arm slightly as the slight strain had flared the ache in his bruised muscles.

A scoff followed the remark, “I’ll have to pass, thank you.” Ignis replied with a knowing glare in his direction, but, regardless, proceeded to pick up the needle and thread that was situated on the dresser.

“Whelp - position is open if you ever wanna apply!” Prompto replied with a happy smile, turning back to face the mirror.

He wish he could say that the muscles that he now admired in the mirror before him were from the months of hard work, and to be honest, he had been working hard to improve himself for a while now, but this type of improvement wasn’t exactly his doing.

Three months ago was when everything changed. Everything.

He’d been a scrawny kid three months ago - lacking confidence to approach anyone…especially a certain prince-like classmate of his that he’d admired since grade school. It’s not as though they hadn’t known about each other, and Prompto had managed to muster the courage to say hello and introduce himself on the first day of high school, but it was only recently that he’d felt that they’d made significant strides in their relationship when Prompto finally gained the confidence to make it a point to become his friend - and it was going very well.

Prompto was suddenly very glad that Ignis was focused on sewing the sweatshirt as a noticeable flush crawled up the blond’s neck and face - no wait - his entire body.

He’d decided to return the favor the gods had, for some reason, chosen to give him and fight evil in the world in repayment for this new life he was living - and well…yeah that part needed some work, but he was doing his best! Just tonight he’d managed to stop a robbery of a sweet older lady. The thugs hadn’t seen him coming at all - but, unfortunately, Prompto was still a bit shabby when it came to the fighting…so he’d taken home a few bruises and cuts as souvenirs, but he’d still beat their asses, called the cops, and saved the day.

Though, if it wasn’t for Ignis he probably would be in way worse shape - the man was pretty good at dressing his wounds. Ignis had found out about a week ago who he truly was…how the man was able to see through him he’d never know. Prompto still wasn’t sure he believed Ignis’s reasoning of “you’ve been behaving oddly. It seemed the most likely conclusion” - it was like he just knew. Maybe Ignis had his own spidey-sense - either way, despite that, tonight was the first night that Ignis had seen his outfit -

Psh. Who cared what he thought. His outfit was awesome. And…yeah no one would know that was him…right?

If he kept up like this, trained himself a bit - he was certain he’d become an awesome comic book superhero in no time - how hard could it be?

He shook his head, smiling to himself.

He couldn’t believe he was actually having these thoughts.

Three months ago…yeah - everything had changed.

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Three months ago:

Prompto’s hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the large city around him, eyes squinting slightly at the morning sun that shone brightly down upon the research facility. The group of his high school classmates milled around the entrance to the building, waiting for instruction from their teacher, Mr. Weskham, to allow them in to begin the tour of the arachnid center they were about to visit.

To be honest, he didn’t really care too much about that, he was just hoping that a certain friend of his didn’t over sleep the field trip today.

He adjusted his glasses with his hand as he looked around, bouncing excitedly on his feet as the anticipation to get inside chewed at him.

He loved this stuff. He didn’t like spiders too much…but the tech inside was going to blow his mind - he could feel it. Maybe he’d even get a chance to browse one of their computers - maybe log away a few notes for the one that he was currently building himself.

Psh. Noct was right. He really was a technophile.

Ah, speak of the devil.

Prompto chuckled to himself as he briefly saw what must have been a knowing exchange between him and his father as they talked behind the windows of the flashy car, and a second later the door opened and out stepped Noct - also known as the Prince of Insomnia Inc. He saw the young man toss his dad a look over his shoulder as he straightened out his backpack, and it was with a roll of his eyes that he turned back to make his way up the stairs and away from the car.

Prompto was satisfied to see Noct’s face noticeably morph into something softer and - well - less annoyed as he trotted up the stairs. Prompto tossed him a happy wave which Noct returned with a nod.

“Heyaz!” The blond piped cheerily, his heart thudding in a familiar sense of excitement at the sight of the handsome face.

“Hey.” Noct responded with an easy smile, the typical mellowness of his tone somehow sending another spike of adrenaline through his heart.

“Ready to check out some creepy crawlies?” Prompto wiggled his fingers at the dark-haired teen’s face before he adjusted the camera strap around his neck, falling into a steady pace beside Noct as they walked up the stairs.

“I’m more ready to take a nap.”

“Dude, the lecture hasn’t even started yet.”

Noct let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms out on either side of him. “Exactly.”

Prompto chuckled, pausing slightly as he lifted the camera up to his face to snap a picture of the large building.

Field trip day was always interesting, especially when it involved checking out the nastiest things on earth - Prompto hated bugs, hated them. But he couldn’t deny that he was somewhat fascinated by them as well. Just because they were ugly didn’t mean they couldn’t be interesting, and besides, he was more interested in the technology they were bound to see in the research facility.

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“Dude…this is the most advanced electron microscope on the Eastern Seaboard…” Prompto’s voice dripped with awe as he stared wide-eyed at the giant device in front of him, his hands fumbling with the camera to snap a few pictures.

“Wow.” Noct mumbled from beside him, clearly disinterested as they followed the voice of the woman ahead of them.

“For example, the delena spider, family sparassidae, has the ability to jump to catch its prey.”

“Eww…” Noct whispered, though his disgust clearly gave way to his curiosity as he leaned forward to observe the spider that the woman was talking about, head tilting as he noticed the little bug do exactly what she described as it jumped from one small twig to the next in its cage.

Prompto chuckled, though he stepped up next to Noct and lifted his camera to his face.

“For the school paper?” Prompto asked, eyes questioning as he looked up at the lecturer.

She offered him a side smile and nodded in permission.

He angled the camera so that he was able to zoom in on the little arachnid - but he grunted when he felt himself shoved from behind, the picture he was about to take snapped a lovely, blurry picture of the small hide instead of the spider.

Prompto furrowed his brows as he looked behind him, noting the obviously satisfied sneer of the blond that stood behind him.

Loqi.

“Leave him alone.” Noct snarled, glaring vehemently at the other blond.

“Or what?” One of Loqi’s lackeys lip curled in challenge.

“Or his father will fire your father.” Loqi sneered, shoving Noct slightly as he got into his face. “What’s daddy gonna do - sue me?”

Prompto almost jumped forward when he noticed Noct’s fist twitch at his side - but he was saved the trouble of holding him back when the dirty-blond was suddenly grabbed by the arm as Mr. Weskham pulled him back, shooting the both of them a harsh glare.

What is going on?” He hissed, glaring at all four of them. When no one answered, his voice darkened in seriousness. “The next person who talks will fail this course. Understood?”  

The four remained silent, but Prompto’s heart skipped a beat when Noct reached behind him and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward and away from the small scene.

“Tsch.” The dark-haired teen scoffed, releasing Prompto’s arm as they made their way around the shelves.

“Those guys are jerks.” Prompto mumbled from beside him, earning a very Noct-like smile in return.

He loved those smiles.

“Yeah.” He mumbled, taking a breath as he looked around them.

Prompto watched as Noct milled around in front of him, bending slightly to look at the small collection of spiders that were neatly stacked in the plastic caging. “Yuuuucckkk…”

Prompto chuckled at the noise, but lifted his camera regardless. “Hey -”

Noct turned to face him, eyebrow quirking when he noticed the camera.

“I need one with a student in it.” Violet-blue eyes sparkled when Noct smiled, making a show of adjusting his tie.

“Don’t make me look ugly.” Noct said, eyes half-lidded with a small smirk as he propped an arm up on the small shelf.

Prompto could feel the heat bloom in his cheeks as he chuckled smally, looking shyly down at his camera as he readied it. “Oh, that’s impossible.” He almost hoped Noct hadn’t heard him, but the smile that his friend gave was evidence enough that he had. “Alrighty…” The blond stepped back slightly, angling the camera by his blushing face so that he captured a good view of the microscope and various arachnids with Noct by the side.

Prompto chuckled as Noct smiled easily for the shot, and he clicked the camera several times to snap the picture. “Alriiigghhhttt -” The blond’s face lit up in another bright smile as Noct posed again, pointing to the various spiders next to him. He knew the pictures he was taking now weren’t necessarily of the spiders or microscope…

Heh. These ones didn’t necessarily have to be in the school paper…

“Argentum! Caelum!”

Prompto and Noct’s head whipped over to where Weshkham stood, arms folded against his chest. They could see the rest of the class a good distance ahead of them.

Noct shot Prompto a look before he reluctantly moved ahead, and Prompto rapidly scrambled to put the cover back on the lens before he made to follow -

“YEEOW!”

The liquid fire pain that shot through Prompto’s hand in that instant was enough to send him stumbling back as his hand whipped back from the sudden, intense pain that tore through it. His face contorted into shock as he grasped at his hand, looking down to see a red circle surrounding white, blotchy skin - with two small dots in the center. His heart beat rapidly as he looked down at the ground - just in time to see a tiny spot of an oddly colored spider scramble away underneath a nearby shelf.

“Shit…” He breathed, brows pinching as the pain circling the bite mark dulled to something hot and numb.

“Chop, chop, Prompto!”

The blond’s head whipped up as he saw Noct a small ways away from him, waving him over with a patient smile.

He waved his hand once, hoping that it would alleviate some of the pain, but Noct’s smile was drawing him forward, and he donned an easy smile as he skipped his way towards his friend -

Doing his very best to ignore the sickening feeling pooling in his stomach and the small pain that was trickling up his arm.

Little did he know that from that moment on, his destiny had completely changed.


Hope you guys enjoyed! I LOVED WRITING THIS! SO MUCH FUN - thank you again to @destiny-islanders for making such awesome art - really made my day. :D

Stay tuned for more adventures with Spidey-Prom! :D

Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 3.

Hey guys, as promised, here is part 3 of Tutor Me? This is actually going to be the final part of this mini series, though if anyone would really like it, there is an epilogue that contains the next scene but it does contain smut. like real smut. if you’d like me to upload the epilogue, please send me an ask! don’t worry too much though, I’ll definitely do some more Reggie oneshots! he’s such a cutie lil fluffball. 

PART ONE HERE.

PART TWO HERE.

EPILOGUE HERE.

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(GIF not mine.)

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Mirror

Summary: You and Sam decided you need some reminding of who you belong to after a guy at a bar hits on you. 

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: an asshole guy at a bar, language, mirror!kink, spanking, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, nsfw gif below the cut!!

A/N: yay for fic 1 of smut appreciation day! look out for the dean x reader at 3pm EST and the cas x reader at 6pm EST!

ps this gif is sooooo Sam after a nice, thorough fucking ;-)

Originally posted by awkwardsamw

“I’ll go get us another round,” you smiled, kissing your boyfriend Sam on the cheek before scooting out of the booth and heading over to the bar.

You rested your elbows on the bar top, holding up 3 fingers to the bartender before looking around in boredom as you waited for you, Sam and Dean’s beers.

“Hey.”

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don’t let me go | jjk

pairing: reader x jungkook 

themes: angst, lots of angst, idol!jungkook 

warnings: swearing, semi-smut (?) 

word count: 2,700+

summary: jungkook has been yours for two long years, but even time cannot save what you two have when you’ve finally reached your point of no return. 

a/n: so really i wrote this so fast out of burst of inspo, but i didn’t want the situation/issue to be so clear, so it’s up for your interpretation! 

Originally posted by jjks



Silence. Silence is what engulfed the room. The phrase, ‘so silent you could hear a pin drop’, applied to the situation. 

Distance. Distance is what separated the two of you. While you two may be nearly just feet apart, there was more distance there than more than meets the eye. 

Resentment. Resentment is what is sending you over the edge. 

You were currently curled up on a chair in the hotel room you two shared. Your makeup still on from the night, your hair up on top of your head. Dawning a look tank top and sweatpants. This normally would be the ideal situation of a boyfriend looking longingly at his partner, even when they look their lowest. 

However, the situation was not normal. Jungkook was there sitting on the edge of the bed you two were meant to be sharing, his elbows on his knees. Jungkook also was not looking at you longingly, he was looking at you out of despair. He was desperate for you to look at him. But you couldn’t. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine MJ seeing Peter lift a car or something. Would she be shook?

  • it happens under life or death circumstances
  • the school is on fire and basically everyone has evacuated the school
  • but there was a ruckus outside because
  • some guy called dr octopus
  • peter laughed at that name
  • decided to pick a fight with spider-man
  • at 1:30
  • on a school day
  • sigh
  • so peter being the hero he is,
  • has succesfully gotten everyone outside but then
  • oh no
  • where is ned
  • and he rushes to mj
  • but she hasn’t seen ned either
  • and peter is panicking now
  • mj is 100% sure that ned is outside
  • so they look for him
  • and then they hear his tiny voice
  • and he’s on the ground
  • but his leg is caught under an overturned car
  • and mj is freaking out now
  • “oh god, oh my god, ned, you’re-you’re going to be fine. alright, i’ll um,”
  • she’s looking at the car like she thinks she can actually lift this thing
  • and peter wants to laugh
  • so he tries to distract her
  • “mj! go get help!”
  • and she’s nodding very quickly
  • and as she runs away,
  • she becomes v worried bc she has a heart too ok
  • she looks back and
  • what the actual fuck
  • peter parker is lifting the car with one hand
  • and his face is in complete relaxation
  • he doesn’t look like he’s straining
  • at all.
  • and for the first time in her life, she has no idea what to do
  • so she just stands there
  • and watches him lift the car
  • and then he’s hugging ned
  • and it’s kind of cute actually what
  • and then they’re doing their handshake
  • then she realises
  • wAIT WHAT THE FUCK
  • PETER PARKER JUST LIFTED A CAR WITH ONE HAND
  • and she marches up to peter
  • ready to yell at him
  • actually, she’s already yelling at him as she’s walking to him
  • it’s all very amusing actually
  • then, she trips on a tyre or something
  • and he catches her
  • it’s all very rom-com, meet cute esque
  • and michelle really wants to hate it
  • but he’s looking at her
  • and it makes her all soft and warm inside
  • then, she’s like
  • “i’m fine, thanks.”
  • and as they’re walking back to the front of the school,
  • she starts to yell at him
  • “also, i saW YOU LIFT-”
  • but then she slides on some grease from god knows where and she’s about to fall down but
  • peter wraps his arm around her waist
  • call her crazy, but she actually likes it when he wraps his arm around her waist-
  • and carries her
  • bridal-style
  • aw hell yeah
  • “someone needs to keep you from falling.”
  • and she hears ned not so discreetly mumble
  • “for peter”
  • and she glares at him
  • “watch it, leeds.”
  • then she’s like
  • “wait, peter. how the fuCK ARE YOU CARRYING ME-!”
  • she looks very shocked it’s adorable
  • but then mr harrington rushes to them
  • and she’s so angry
  • and she slams her head against his collarbone dramatically
  • “when will i actually get to speak”
  • and peter laughs
  • and she can feel his heartbeat
  • the low hum of his chuckle
  • it’s all so warm
  • and she starts blushing
  • GODAMNIT MICHELLE, GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER
  • and then flash yells at them from across the compound
  • “GET A ROOM, PARKER”
  • then he sets her down gently
  • and she’s about to yell
  • because she’s so confused at this point
  • but he’s looking at her with those warm brown eyes
  • and that adorable lopsided grin
  • so she just mumbles a ‘thank you’
  • and because she’s michelle,
  • she taps his bicep,
  • looks at it pointedly,
  • and says a very sincere ‘thank you’
  • and its the cutest thing
  • well, to peter
  • kssjdkdskskkasask
Drug Wars (Pt. 4)

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything, so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered and please don’t do drugs.

A/N: I don’t know, I’m sorry. You should probably read from Part 1, because this will just spoil everything for you. Also, I don’t know why I keep doing that thing with the milk, just view it as a metaphor. None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 | The Real Drug War


The air was cold and filled with cries.

“Where are you taking him?!”

You were running, each step echoing through the empty corridor – you kept shouting, but he didn’t stop.

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Oh no you didn’t

Based on this post 

Summary: Spidey doesn’t know just how far Barnes will go. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: Language, fighting?

Word Count: 703

A/N: Written in Bucky’s POV // wowow this was fun to write, I’m sorry if this sucks, I never write fight scenes so I hope y’all still enjoy! (I pictured TH’s Spider-Man, but AG’s Spidey would also work well for this)


“Y/N, you okay up there?” Steve’s voice comes through the com in my ear. I’m sidestepping, blocking a shot from the gunman across from me, when I finish him with an uppercut to the jaw. I look up at the roof of the building across from me, spotting Y/N just as she fires her gun at another gunman.

“Just peachy, Rogers. I’ve got it handled.” As if she knew I was watching, she turns and waves in my direction, before dropping down. I turn around, spotting the spider kid crawling along the side of the building behind me.

“Barnes, lend me a hand and take out the spider? His webs are starting to annoy me.”

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A day with daddy


Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!Reader x Evans baby

Word Count: 1193

Warnings: Fluffy fun, and language

The time had come to have to return to work, at least for the day. You were reading for your next movie that was coming up in a few months and you were going to have to leave the baby home with Chris.  He was thrilled to have your daughter, Piper, to himself for the whole day.  The new mommy hormones were not helping you today as you were getting misty eyed as you handed her over to your husband.  “There is plenty of milk in the fridge for her. Just remember to warm the water in the microwave and let the bottle warm in the water after.”

“Baby, I know.  We will be fine, I swear.  Go to the studio before you’re late.”  He cradled Piper in his left arm as he leaned to kiss you.  You bit your lip looking at him holding your baby.  The sight never failed to swell your heart with love.

“Okay I’m going.  Call me if you need anything.” You took tentative steps towards the front door.  You could hear Chris talking to the baby as you opened the door and walked out.

“Say bye to Momma, Piper.  Bye Momma, we love you.”  He had taken her hand and was waving it at you.  You smiled as you closed the door knowing she would be perfectly fine with her father.  It was just so hard to leave your baby for the first time.

After Chris watched your car leave the driveway, he lifted Piper up to face her.  “Okay Miss Piper, what should we do today?” That sweet baby face just looked at him.  A little drool dribbled from the side of her mouth.  “Well let’s go see what’s on T.V.  I don’t know if I remember what the world is like outside this house anymore.”  He put her up on his shoulder so she could see.

Chris did not get the chance to really listen to the T.V. long. He had set Piper on her play mat on her stomach for tummy time, as you had said, so she could work on her muscle strength.  Piper was not having it.  Her entire head was red from screaming.  So much so that Chris grew a little concerned and laid on the floor with her.  He was face level with her talking to her trying to calm her down.  “Come on Pips.  You are all right.  You can stay like this for a little while.  Your mom told me we had to do this.  And you know mom is the boss.”  The pep talk did not help.  Piper continued her crying.  The crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks.  The poor daddy couldn’t take anymore and picked up the baby trying to sooth her.  

“It’s okay, baby girl.  I’ve got ya.  Just don’t tell mom we didn’t keep you on your tummy for long.”  He bounced her and paced back and forth which calmed her a bit. When she was just sniffling, he looked at her little face.  “How about a bottle?  Huh? That sound good?”  He heated the milk and fed her.  After a few ounces, Piper seemed content.  He put her up on in shoulder again to burp her.  The belch he got from the baby made him laugh. “That’s my girl.  That was almost as good as your momma’s burps.  Momma burps like a man.  That is something to keep between you and me though.”  Chris laughed as he pulled Piper off his shoulder to look at her.  As soon as he moved her, Piper spit up all over him.  

“Ahh shit this is my favorite Pats shirt. “ Piper just gurgled at him before she spit up again, covering herself.  Chris sighed, walking up the stairs to go change them both.  An hour later, both of them were clean and changed.  He sent a cute video of him and Piper to you showing how much they missed you and that the baby was still in one piece.  You responded with a love and kissy face before going back to your reading.

It wasn’t long before Chris was starving, but Piper had other plans. She did not want to be put down and screamed every time he tried.  So now, he was eating left over cold pasta out of the plastic container standing at the counter because she wanted to watch the ceiling fan.  He laughed for a moment at how his entire world revolved around someone who enjoyed staring at the fan as a fun pastime.  It showed how much his life had changed in the years since he met you, and he loved every second of it.  With his lunch finished, he looked down at the girl in his arms, “well princess, what do you want to do now?”  His phone started vibrating in his pocket.  It took him a second to fish the damn thing out as he maneuvered her back onto his shoulder.  It was his mom.

“Hey mom!  What’s goin’ on?”  His mom called to check on him and her granddaughter while you were gone for the day. Asked how it was going and if Piper was behaving.  They talked for a few minutes before Piper let her father know she was being ignored by stretching out as far as her little six-week-old body would let her and proceed to loudly filler her diaper.  Chris laughed as he finished his call.  “Mom, I gotta go.  Piper needs to be cleaned up again.”  He tried to get her upstairs quickly but he heard that sound again as Piper grunted with her red little face.  A warm wet feeling seeped through his shirt.  

“Piper, really, again? Ugh you’re killing me, Smalls.” Another hour passed with him having to bathe her then clean himself up and change his shirt again.  By that time, she needed another feeding and diaper changing.  Chris was worn out and it was barely 4pm.  You would be home in a couple hours and he hadn’t even thought what to do for dinner.  Today had been a lot harder for him than he imagined.  

Chris brought Piper downstairs and set her on the floor on her mat. This time, though, on her back so she could see her mobile.  He laid down beside her talking quietly to her.  Telling her all about the things, they were going to do for you when you got home.  They would help make dinner and do the dishes and then have a good story before bedtime. It was no time before; both were fast asleep on the floor.  You walked in with a pizza in hand calling out to Chris.  There wasn’t a return text when you said you were on your way.  You figured the baby had kept Chris busy. The sight of those two on the floor made you smile.  Of course, you had to get a picture, first, before you did anything else.  You knew you were a lucky woman to have the two people you loved the most in this world, peacefully sleeping after a day together. It didn’t get much better than this.

Sometimes, I sit in the aisles of my Walmart, back against various boxed snacks, and I think about how ants are super strong but because they’re so small they don’t look strong. If an ant were human sized we’d be screwed. They could lift up a car with no problem. I look down and see an ant scuttling across the white tile and I think of its wasted strength potential. I also think about how I killed my brother but then my mind goes back to the ants.

“I told you to be careful.” (Ethan)

Requested by anonymous: “y/n is dating ethan and grayson is y/n’s best friend and gray and y/n were play fighting but he ended up actually hurting her on accident and ethan was super upset.”

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*Ethan’s POV*

“What the hell are you two doing? I can’t focus with all this noise.” I asked as I walked out of the camera room to find (Y/N) and Grayson play fighting.

“I asked Grayson to teach me some wrestling moves. I would’ve asked you, but I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were editing.” (Y/N) explained.

“Well, Gray, try not to hurt her. I do like her in one piece.” I said as I went back to editing.

I sat at the computer for about twenty minutes and all was quiet before I heard a loud scream.

“What happened?” I asked as I ran over to (Y/N) and Grayson.

“I can’t move.” (Y/N) whimpered as tears fell out of her eyes.

“Grayson, what the hell did you do?” I asked as he just sat there and kept apologizing. 

“My shoulder, it’s my shoulder. It hurts so bad, I think it’s broken. Baby, please, do something.” (Y/N) said through her teeth. 

“C’mon, let’s get you to the emergency room.” I said as Grayson and I lifted her up. We got her in the car and drove to the 24-hour emergency room that was by the house. There weren’t that many people there, so we were seen pretty quickly.

(Y/N) explained everything to the doctor and then went off to get x-rayed.

“What did you do?” I asked Grayson as we sat in the examination room, waiting for (Y/N).

“Everything just happened so fast. I was going to pin her, then I slipped and fell on top of her. And I guess I landed on her shoulder.” Grayson explained.

“I told you to be careful. You know you’re like fifty times bigger than her.” I said, not looking up from the floor.

“Ethan, how many more times do I need to apologize? I didn’t break her shoulder on purpose.” He said. Just then, the doctor came back in with (Y/N) in a sling and her x-rays in his hand.

“Well, luckily it’s not broken, just dislocated.” He said as we looked at the x-rays. “You’re gonna have to wear a sling for about two weeks, and I’m gonna prescribe some pain killers, something a bit more than just an over the counter aspirin. Put some ice on it as soon as you get home. Not too much movement in the first couple of days, but towards the end of the week, try to mobilize it as much as you can handle.” The doctor explained.

Once we were able to leave, we went to the drug store to pick up (Y/N)’s medicine and then headed home.

“Well, it’s been a very long night, you probably wanna get up to bed.” I said to (Y/N).

“Yes, I am very tired. I’ll meet you upstairs.” (Y/N) said as she kissed my cheek.

“I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll bring you some ice and a glass of water.” I said as she walked upstairs.

“Hey, E, again, I’m really sorry about everything.” Grayson said.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for being so upset. I was just, scared that it was gonna be something really bad.” I said.

“It’s okay, I understand. Well, I’m gonna head up to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Apologize to (Y/N) once more for me.” He said.

“I will.” I said. I walked off to the kitchen to get (Y/N) some ice and water, then headed upstairs to check on her.

“I’m not gonna be able to sleep.” She said, sitting up as soon as I walked in.

“What?” I asked as I walked over to her, placing the ice pack on her shoulder and wrapping it up with an ace bandage.

“This sling is so damn annoying. I can’t lay on my busted arm, and when I lay on my other side, my busted arm lays on me and is heavy on my stomach.” She whined.

“You’ll be alright. Take your medicine so your shoulder doesn’t swell.” I said as I kissed her forehead. “Oh, and Grayson wanted me to apologize for him again.” I added. She smiled up at me and laid back down.

“Baby, are you mad?” She asked as I got into the bed with her.

“No. Why would I be mad?” I asked.

“You just seemed upset with everything while we were at the emergency room. Especially at Grayson. I don’t wanna be the reason you two are in a fight.” She said.

“We’re not in a fight. I was just worried that you were actually gonna be broken. But, you’re not, and everything is okay. I’m not mad. Now, get some sleep.” I said, kissing her forehead and turning out the light. We laid there in the silence before (Y/N) spoke again.

“You know what else sucks?” She asked.

“What?” I asked, curious to hear what she was about to say.

“We can’t spoon comfortably for the next two weeks.” She said.

“Well, no. But I can snuggle into your side, lay my head on your good shoulder, and you can run your fingers through my hair, which you know helps me fall asleep.” I joked.

“Oh, yay. At least one of us gets to sleep comfortably.” She laughed.

“Good night (Y/N). I love you.” I said.

“I love you too. Good night baby.”