making shady deals

Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan: MAFIA AU

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ spanking/ bondage/ office sex/ kinky play/ dirty language


Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Other characters: Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Second part: Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Setting: A follow-up to the previous two parts of the story. Takes place some time after the events from the prequels, when your relationship with Jungkook is already developed. 


You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age, he’s the right man for you.

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Being a head of a mafia organisation undeniably has its disadvantages, but there is one huge benefit that makes you love this job. You have always found it amusing and entertaining when money has been flowing into your pocket thanks to a variety of different profit-making ventures and shady deals with questionable individuals. You have always managed to make the money find its way into your wallet without breaking much of a sweat. Heck, you’re just very good at it. The more illegal and immoral the method the easier and more exciting it is for you. No risk no fun, as they say, and yeah, you certainly know how to play that game.

For this reason, recently you’ve been very busy with looking for new ways of generating even more income for your gang. Not that you’re having any problems with the budget… It’s just that the more the better, isn’t it? Bearing that in mind, you’ve been having your eyes on some big fish in the city. Initially, you somewhat hoped that Yoongi could make use of his insane hacking skills, and simply steal the passwords of their bank accounts but, much to your dismay, he failed miserably. Despite his impressive experience in doing works like that nothing much came out of it. Turns out that their security systems are just too damn good even for him.

Due to these unfortunate circumstances, you’re now sitting with Yoongi in your office. He’s been trying to complete his task but, unfortunately without much success. He is visibly annoyed and frustrated. It becomes apparent that you will not lay your hands on their money all that easily. It is getting late already and both of you are too tired to go on…

Y: Mmmmkay, let’s call it a day, Suga.

S: No fucking way. I told you I could do it and I will.

Y: Oh, common. We both know you’re not getting that money for me anytime soon.

A sly smirk creeping over your face. Finally, your overconfident friend and right-hand man, Min Yoongi, hit a dead spot. It is the first time in the history of your cooperation that he hasn’t been able to carry out your order.

S: Shut the fuck up, will you? I can’t focus.

He spits out, knowing all too well that he should admit defeat.

T: Oooooh… Touchy.

Mocking words come out of Taehyung’s amused face. He’s getting all too comfortable sitting in your chair, stretching his legs on the desk while squeezing a pink anti-stress ball in his slender hand.

J: Somebody should teach you how to address your boss, hyung.

Jungkook remarks, stretching on the sofa. A loud yawn escapes his pretty mouth.

J: Oi, Tae Tae! Maybe you should borrow him that ball? Suga hyung is visibly tensed!

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S: How about you both cut that shit already?! All you can do is sit on your asses and shit talk. If you’re so clever why don’t you get that money by yourselves?!

Suddenly, the aura around Tae changes. He is now sitting on the chair. Eyes sparkling with obvious excitement.

T: Damn sure we will, hyung! Am I not right, Kooks?

Jungkook isn’t certain at all but, knowing Tae, he must be already devising a plan in his pretty head. 

Jungkook’s clueless expression reveals hisdoubtful thoughts.

J: Will we, Tae?… Like, really?

Too long silence follows his unanswered question. Two boys are gazing at each other and then, Tae stands up from his chair and briskly moves in your direction.

T: Y/N, baby, let me take care of it. That is, me and Kooks. We will get that money for you, I swear!

Suga laughs out mockingly, holding his belly. Tears are forming in his eyes.

S: How would you two even plan to do that? That was a good one Tae, you got me…

He nods his head in approval still laughing.

T: I’ll make you choke on that words, hyung.

S: I’m waiting in anticipation.

And then Tae looks deeply into your eyes, taking your hands into his.

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T: Will you trust me, boss? I’ll give you what you need… I promise.

He is so close that you are getting nervous, his eyes gleaming with hope and eagerness. You swallow hard…

J: Wow he’s so good…

Jungkook mumbles to himself, watching him attentively. He tilts his head to get a better view of Tae’s face, making mental notes for future reference… These two damn tricksters.

Being utterly lost in Taehyung’s eyes, you only manage to deliver a silent nod.

Y: Yeah, whatever… Just do your job.

Suga growls angrily

S: No fucking way! Will you let these two clowns do as they please? Have you lost your mind?

Yoongi continues rambling like that but you no longer listen to his outburst of anger. You are too pissed off to put up with this kind of behaviour. Besides, you know pretty damn well why he is so reluctant to call it quits. It’s not only about his pride. It’s not only because he is just a stubborn little ass. There is something more to his persistence, and it is very much connected to your sister, Lulu.

Y: Oh, shut your trap Suga, will you?!  All you care about is that stupid bet with Lulu. You’re more concerned with losing than actually not giving me the money.

Obviously, Taehyung wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t use this little exchange of arguments to his own advantage. He cuts in with a disappointed look on his face.

T: I knew right away that he wouldn’t win. They’re like children with Lulu… Fooling around instead of doing their job. Can’t you just tell her you like her, hyung? 

He shakes head disapprovingly so as to spice up this dramatic and fake act. You quickly glance at Yoongi. He looks as if he was about to explode after hearing that. Out of a sudden, he springs to his feet. It doesn’t look all too well so you do the same, positioning yourself between Suga and Tae.

Y: Enough.

It might sound a bit too harsh, but the boys immediately realise that they have reached an invisible boundary. It’s precisely the time to stop getting under your skin and simply listen to your orders. No more talking and pissing you off for today.

Y: You have three days. When you’re done with the plan come and report.

Taehyung grins widely, being obviously very proud of himself.

T: Splendid! .

On your way out of the office, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook. He’s sitting there a bit terrified and dumbfounded at the same time. His signature shocked face making you smile a little.

Two days later

You’ve been sleeping peacefully in your bed when a phone wakes you up. You glance at the phone screen and see that it’s Taehyung. He calls you to announce that their plan is almost done, but they will need you in order to carry it out. 

Lazily, you crawl out of bed and start preparing yourself for another long day at work. Some time later, you arrive at the headquarters and head straight to the conference room, just as you were instructed by Taehyung.

The moment you open the door your feet refuse to move any further. Eyes quickly scanning the room. You’ve counted as many as four women sitting at a round table with their eyes glued to Jungkook and Taehyung. Two said man are standing in front of the ladies, all dressed up in suits and ties. Behind them, there are several pieces of art neatly spread out on the ground and propped against the wall. From what you have managed to register, though, nothing major or readily recognisable to your critical eye. In fact, you cannot get rid of an impression that they are pretty shitty… Nonetheless, what is certainly worth admiring, are these two elegant boys, looking all fly and hot. Not surprisingly, you’re standing there staring at them, just like these women. Moments later, Tae’s deep voice brings you back to reality.

T: There you are, Ms Y/N. We’ve been waiting for you.

Confident smile beaming in your direction. You are completely taken aback and so are the rest of the ladies. Apparently, they haven’t even noticed your presence in the room but, seeing as you are nothing interesting, once again their attention shifts to these two handsome boys.

At this very moment, your gaze lingers on Jungkook who is slowly approaching you. Oh so smug… Hair brushed to the side, a hand in his pocket, and that promiscuous smile that makes your heart skip a bit. With every step, he is getting closer and closer. If you only could you would turn around and run away from this room but you are very well aware that you can’t give him this satisfaction. You can’t make it that obvious. Truth to be told, doesn’t he already know that you are a putty in his hands? Whom are you trying to fool, girl?
Suddenly, he is inches from you, placing a hand on your lower back and gently pushing you in the direction of the chair.

J: Please, have a seat. The presentation has already begun.

The situation seems to be a bit too odd for your liking but you decide that it will be best to disregard these sceptical thoughts for a while. You comply and let Jungkook lead you. He moves the chair away from the table, trailing his hand down your back. Before going away he makes sure that you sit comfortably and then, one last time, he playfully brushes your shoulder with his fingers while slowly proceeding to Tae.

T: Very well. Now, that we are all gathered here, we can quickly move on to the presentation of our valuable pieces. My friend, will you take charge?

Taehyung`s sweet words do wonders to the gathered public. All of the ladies absolutely hypnotised, sitting there as if they were spellbound. You can’t believe your own eyes when you see their reaction once Jungkook’s clear voice echoes in the room. There is a sharp intake of breath, and you could swear that some of these women simply forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds when he opened his pretty mouth. It is as if they were afraid that their breathing could muffle the sweet sounds coming from this handsome boy. 

J: Thank you very much, huyng. It’s an honour for me to be able to present our collection of these extremely beautiful pieces to our guests.

A pause followed by an innocent smile.

J: I’m sure all of you ladies will be as infatuated with the pure elegance and artistry of these paintings as I was when I first saw them.

He takes a deep breath and then continues with a stern expression on his face. Voice cracking due to the intensity of his speech.

J: It’s extremely painful for us to part with these beautiful pieces but… There’s nothing to be done. Due to very inconvenient circumstances, we no longer can stay in possession of these wonders.

He frowns his forehead and scans the room with eyes full of hope.

J: Only you can put our mind at ease and properly take care of our collection, without letting it get into the hands of some abominable people… That would be heartbreaking… I dread to fear of such possibility!

The Ladies are now visibly distressed, probably dreaming only of taking that innocent and suffering pretty boy into their arms…You’re sitting there and thinking to yourself.
“For fuck`s sake, these paintings are total crap…”
Thoughts are flowing in your head. Their plan to cheat these silly women is as clear to you as a day now. You are observing Jungkook and Taehyung all the time. You have never really expected them to have such damn skills. Of course, you know they are good at fraud. They wouldn’t work for you if they weren’t, but you didn’t expect them to be so smooth and so successful at selling people shit right in their face… You keep on observing Jungkook, paying attention to the expert choice of words and his body language. Everything under control and acted out just perfectly. Jungkook casually talks about the paintings, describing them to the smallest detail. Although, in all honesty, there isn’t much to describe since it is a total farce and you are the only one being able to see through their mischievous plan. There is no denying, though, that Jungkook really looks hot and you can’t blame the ladies for dropping their guard. Jungkook radiates confidence and sexiness. You reprimand yourself for letting your mind wander away, but then… Oh, my. Jungkook turns around and kneels so as to take out yet another painting from the pile near the desk. His back in full view. Your eyes involuntarily scanning his body only to stop at his ass. Not only yours, though…  

“So hot… “ you think to yourself. Now, that the images of his naked butt continue flowing into your head in a speed of light.

“It’s not really the time to be thinking about this, you idiot.” Mental struggle going on. He is facing you now again, more talking follows. The same scenario: gestures, grins, or little sheepish smiles, used interchangeably to manage the mood of his excited public. He is slowly moving around the room, getting closer or further from the ladies. All so well acted and with such confidence. You are lost in thoughts, biting your lip when you hear Tae’s voice:

T: So, my dear ladies. Once my friend is done with his presentation, I’ll talk to you about some more mundane matters.

“Money,” you think to yourself.
It seems that you are not the only one who got that message straight, though. You can hear a comment from the lady sitting at the very front.

X: And what makes you think we`d like to buy anything from you, pretty boy?

Taehyung is a bit shocked for a moment, but fortunately, Jungkooks breaks in:

J: And what makes you think you don’t? We have many things to offer. I’m sure we can cater to your needs… All of them.

He answers with a nonchalant smile. A hand resting on his hip, the other one spread out on the table to prop himself. Big chocolate eyes focusing only on her. You can feel his gaze, even though you are not the one he is staring at.

 Y: Damn he smooth… 

A whisper escapes your lips and your cheeks flush immediately. 

“It’s not my baby boy,” your mind screaming at the obvious contrast. In fact, it dawns on you now that you have never ever seen him working and you would never expect such a change in his behaviour.

T: Yeah…. Having discussed that, let’s move on

Taehyung continues as if nothing happened. You gulp, being angry at yourself. Also, you can’t deny that the way all of these women ogle Jungkook, and his stubbornness to avert your eyes as if you weren’t even there, don’t make you bitter. He’s been purposefully ignoring you ever since this little show has begun.

Taehyung resumes talking again, and Jungkook, having nothing better to do, decides to sit. Not surprisingly, he chooses the chair right next to you. He sits down, all too close. His knee brushes against yours and he doesn’t even bother to move it away. You peek at him, his eyes intently watching Tae Tae, not giving a damn about your presence. He is boldly ignoring you. The very thought is driving you mad. You jostle him with your thigh, not being too delicate. A small smirk on his face, almost mocking. But still, he doesn’t look at you. You are fidgeting nervously in your chair and, once again, you bump him under the table… Or maybe you only try because his strong hand catches you in the middle of the act, keeping your tight in place. He digs his long fingers into your sensitive flesh, completely exposed because of the short dress that you are wearing. He lets out a deep breath as if he was annoyed with you. The grip on your thigh is becoming almost too painful so you decide to let go. Slowly his hand relaxes.

J: Behave, noona. We’re working.

He whispers very quietly with his hand still resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine. “What’s wrong with him,” you are thinking to yourself. Unconsciously, you press your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. When you realise that you let go immediately, but it is too late. He shifts his gaze at you, now obviously interested. He scans your face, and you can feel your cheeks burning again. You refuse to look at him, afraid of giving away that you maybe got a little bit too excited… He reads you like an open book, though. His hand still lingering on your thigh, lazily beginning to move and stroking your leg. He plays with the trimming of your dress, moving it between his fingers, bit by bit uncovering more and more of your thigh. You get a bit flustered, worried that somebody will notice… But then again, all the ladies are too focused on Tae. Still, when he rolls the dress so high that you can almost feel the chair with your naked ass, you try to protest, gripping his hand tightly. He stops moving up then and decides to play with what is already available. He gropes your inner thigh fiercely, making you squeeze your legs instinctively. He is not too pleased with your disobedience so he forcefully separates your legs with his hand. Under the table, you feel yourself being held in place by his leg that has just curled around yours. Your throat goes dry. His fingers now freely roaming between your legs, stroking you whenever he wants to. Obviously, you could struggle more but you are painfully aware that it would attract even more attention… So, he keeps on caressing you there, his face not even once giving out what he has been doing to you. Smug motherfucker. You are getting uncomfortable and too hot, frustrated even. He even dares to throw in some comments, making little jokes with Tae. All the ladies oh so fucking amused. “Since when is he such a flirt?” you desperately try to answer this and some other questions, but it is all too difficult, given the present circumstances. His hand skillfully distracting your thoughts and making sure that you’re focused only on his ministrations. You almost melt in that chair when without any warning he covers your pussy with his inner hand. You hear a low chuckle. Suddenly, you realise that you did not wear any panties. “Shiit… He will bring it over and over,”  you are panicking mentally. But then, oh boy, he starts massaging your folds with two fingers, making slow circles. You want to disappear from that place. Pleasure building up in your belly. You cover your flushed face with one hand, mentally praying to be as quiet as possible. You are afraid to breathe even, stealing Jungkook a pleading glance. But fuck him, he doesn’t even look back. Your fists clench. “Fucking overconfident brat,” stream of profanities in your head. And then, as if he mentally sensed that, he shoves a finger into your tight entrance. The walls of your vagina clenching at the unexpected invasion, but he only thrusts deeper. Soon enough, he buries his finger completely inside you, so that even small movements give you immense pleasure. You are so tight, not too wet yet and it causes a bit of pain, but it is oddly satisfying. This kind of pain that makes you stretch your legs even wider because it is never enough. Your vision is hazy. He sets up an awfully slow pace, shoving his finger in and out of your pussy. Each time he pulls it out you want to cry out to express your dissatisfaction. It just feels so empty then. He is tormenting you and enjoying this too much…

T: Jeongguk, would you be kind enough to distribute the brochures? It will be necessary for you, dear ladies, to read through them in order to acquaint yourself with our offer.

Taehyung flashes a smile. If you could you would kill the bastard right away, without any second thoughts. You hate him right now. Fuck the money… You need Jungkook now.

J: With utmost pleasure, hyung. 

Jungkook stands up, completely unfazed. You shot him a murderous look, but he isn’t too concerned with that. And oh god, he is so handsome, handing in the damn leaflets to these oblivious women, chit-chatting. So cute…

Who would expect that he has been fingering you just a moment ago? You frown at the memory of his fingers inside you. You want him back. You want him there again. He stops in front of you to give you the leaflet. He bends down lightly, and only now your eyes finally meet. You give him that needy look: “Kookie, please do something or else I will lose my mind.” He touches your hand.

J: Hyung, it seems Ms Fay has already decided on some purchase. She’s a terribly busy woman, so please, excuse us. Carry on without me, hyung. 

T: Oh, so we have the first angel who is ready to take care of our priceless paintings!

You quickly stand up, and once again Jungkook is motioning you in the direction of the entrance. Your legs a bit wobbly, so you don’t mind a bit of help. Before you are out, you can hear a hell breaking loose inside of the conference hall. Ladies are raging.

X: Why is she first? Does she have some special treatment or something? I have money I can pay as well!

Y: Don’t let her have that painting! I’ll pay more for it!

T: Easy, easy, my girls! I’ll have something for each and every of you!

Tae tries to ease the sudden tension in the room, already happy that their plan goes just as he wanted it to.

Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to your office. The moment he slams the door and turns around, you are already on him, looking for his lips with yours, and then pushing your tongue into his mouth. The kiss is so sloppy and you can barely stand on your feet. Legs pressed tightly together because your clit is burning with need. You are so angry at him, jealous, and horny at the same time. You don’t even know what makes you more frustrated. You bit his lip, pissed off, digging nails into his hips. Jungkook hisses, reaching for your ass and squeezing it so hard that it is painful.  

Y: You fucking brat. You and all that teasing.

J: Noona, please correct me If I’m wrong but you were the one who got all wet just by looking at me.

His mouth at the nape of your neck, hot air making you ticklish. You want to make that cheeky smile disappear from his face. You intended to grab his cock through the pants, but before you can do anything, he turns you around and pushes you up against the wall, standing behind you and keeping your hands in place. You are squirming in his tight hold.

J: So frustrated, aren’t you baby girl? Don’t tell me you got jealous? 

He is practically purring into your ear. Oh my, it feels so good.

Y: Jungkook, you’re a fucking jerk!

Upon hearing that, he lifts your skirt exposing your naked ass and slaps you hard making your cheek red and throbbing.

Y: Ahhh…

You have never expected him to do that to you. A cry of pain mixed with pleasure slips out of your mouth. He has never done that to you and you didn’t really think he is capable of doing that either. Your brain is trying to process what has just happened.  

J: Be nicer, noona, will you?

And then he starts massaging your butt, trying to ease the stinging pain. Soft caressing strokes.

J: Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.

He murmurs softly, feeling guilty out of a sudden. You can feel as he presses his cock tightly to your ass, trying to let go of some steam as well. He is rock hard. You wouldn’t be able to wiggle out of his grip even if you wanted to. Dominating Jungkook. Your mind is screaming. You need more of that.

Y: Tell me, which girl would you like to fuck the most, you dirty brat? I saw the way you looke…

He slaps you again. You cry out loudly. 

Y: I saw the way you looked ahhh…

Another slap follows, making you arch your back. Clit contracting involuntarily at the sensation. He won’t even let you finish the sentence. 

J: You’re such a bad girl, noona.

His voice is so strained, almost as if it was more painful for him than for you. 

J: You’re making me do this. You’re such a bad girl.

Y: Oh yes, Kookie!

You keep on begging like a slut and then he slaps you one last time. His hands are shaking. He hugs you from behind, remorseful and angry at himself that he was enjoying this too much… 

J: It’s all your fault, your fault.

He goes on mumbling like that and petting your sore ass. Your head is spinning and you feel your thighs getting wet. You are leaking a bit from your core. Then, he abruptly turns you around. His face all red. He is angry, visibly angry. Brows furrowed, veins popping on his neck. He spits out, breathlessly:

J: Get your ass on that fucking desk.

Y: Kook…

He cuts in, right away.

J: No talking, just do what you are told. On the desk and spread your legs as wide as you can.

You nod silently. The task isn’t all that easy because your legs are really too weak at this point. You stumble on the way, clutching on the desk at the last moment. You really look so miserable. Jungkook is standing there, observing your struggle to get yourself ready for him. He unzips his pants and starts stroking himself while watching your naked ass. When you sit down on the desk, a bit unsure of what to do next, your eyes go down, focusing on his member. He is shamelessly stroking himself in front of you. He urges you again. 

J: I said spread your legs. 

You swallow hard and follow his command. Eyes closed tightly due to embarrassment. Suddenly, he grips your legs, spreading them even wider. You thought he would just fuck you right then and there because, quite honestly, you don’t have that much time with Tae and the ladies waiting in the conference hall. Much to your astonishment, he takes the chair, moves it closer to the desk and sits down on it. Your cunt is now fully exposed for Jungkook. He puts his hands back on your legs to prevent you from closing them. He takes in the view for a couple of seconds and then licks you all, from your ass cheeks to the tip of your clit. You moan so loud in response. Too loud. You instantly regret that when you realise that somebody could barge in and destroy your much-needed orgasm. You bit your tongue and promise yourself to control this from now on. He takes your entire clit into his mouth, sucking very harshly. He covers your folds with his hot tongue and continues making circles around your sensitive tip. You are so ashamed because of how wet you got. You don’t want him to lick all of that and you grab his head to make him stop.

Y: Kookie, please. It’s enough.

You are wriggling so much that he gets really pissed off. He stands up, gazing into your eyes and takes off his tie in order to immobilise you. He ties your hands to the desk, disregarding your protests and pleas.

 J: Stop this nonsense baby girl. I don’t have all day here. Tae is waiting for me.

He lowers himself and gives you a soft peck. You can taste yourself on his lips. He quickly resumes pleasuring you by licking your clit with his tongue and pushing a finger inside your wetness. You moan and moan again. On the one hand, you don’t want him to stop, but on the other, you don’t want to cum into his mouth. You repeat his name like a mantra. You are so lost at this point that you are almost fucking yourself on his mouth.You are pushing your hips so hard that he has to keep you in place and control everything because your walls are getting tighter and tighter, each end every time he shoves his finger up your pussy. When you are about to finish, he unexpectedly stops.

Y: Oh lord… Kooks. I’ll fucking kill you. Get back there!

He starts laughing, and then he unties you, already positioning himself between your legs.

J: You should really make up your mind, noona.

He palms himself a couple of times, coating his member in precum. You see his cock twitching in anticipation and you lick your dry lips.

J: First you say noo, then you say yes…

Y: Just shut up and fuck me already.

Oh so frantic and needy that you can’t believe it is your own voice. He thrusts inside, all at one go, burying himself to the very balls. At that moment you are completely breathless, your body tensed, and tears are forming in your eyes. 

J: Fuck, baby…

You feel his muscles tightening.

J: I’m so sorry.

He notices your teary eyes and immediately starts kissing them. His cock swelling even more inside you.

J: Baby I could come any minute now. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect.

You know that he is so close and you place a kiss on his forehead, rubbing his back 

Y: It’s alright Kookie, you can come for your noona.

You don’t want him to feel guilty because he got too excited. He shakes his head in response. 

J: No, no, no. Not now.

His cute reaction makes your chest feel heavy. He takes a deep breath and starts rocking his hips. First thrusts very shallow, adjusting himself to your tightness 

Y: Oh, Kookie, you’re so big

J: Ahhh, noona!

He gets so enthusiastic with your praising that he keeps on pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The desk is cracking underneath you two and all of your papers land on the floor. You wrap him tightly with your legs to make it even easier for him to hit the right spot, and oh yes, he really does. He keeps on rubbing you there with the tip of his erection. Finally, he reaches your clit with his hand and massages you while pushing in and out at an amazingly fast pace. Needless to say, you cum moments later, moaning his name while grabbing on his hair. He follows you shortly after, the way your walls are clenching around his dick pushing him over the edge. He shivers, goosebumps on his body, and his nipples hard. 

J: Baby I love you.

He squeaks like a little boy, as always looking for your affection after sex, especially after this kind of dirty play.

Y: I know Kookie… I know baby.

You let him lay his head on your breasts, both of you trying to catch a breath and recover from your high. When he is more or less ok, he lifts his head and gives you a soft kiss on your bruised lips. 

J: Tae… I got to go back…

He mutters reluctantly.

Y: I know dummy. Go and get that money for your noona.

He grins, overjoyed like a little puppy. You have an impression that even his eyes are smiling right now. But, before going out, he helps to put your clothes on and clears the mess from the floor.

Some time later, when you are absolutely sure that all the ladies went home, you go the conference hall. Taehyung is counting the money that they`ve managed to squeeze from these poor women. When he gives you the precise numbers, you are positively surprised. Like hell, that is really a substantial sum of money. 

T: I told you, didn’t I?

Taehyung wants to be praised, happy with his achievement.

Y: I’ve never doubted you, boys.

You pat his head, earning even a bigger grin in return. Jungkook is standing nearby, gazing deeply into your eyes. A small smile forming on his face that makes you blush a little. 

T: But Jungkook, next time you decide to disappear in the middle of the business, please just remember to put back your tie on. That was highly unprofessional!

He pouts, winking in your direction. Your stomach making somersaults while Jungkook stands there troubled, scratching the back of his head.

J: It got lost somewhere in the act, hyung…

T: I’m sure it did… I’m sure it did.

Taehyung responds all too happily while getting out of the room.


Riverdale AU: Betty Cooper got all she wanted; she married Archie, has two beautiful redheads, does regular lunch dates with Veronica and works with her doting husband at Andrews’ Construction. Yet, the memory of her loner turned Southside Serpent boyfriend from high school lingered in her deepest, darkest memories… until he returns.

Pairing: Bughead, hints of Archie/Betty

Rated: M

Word Count: 2236

This is my first fanfic (posted on tumblr) so feedback is welcome! Also, if you would like to make any request, prefeably bughead related, I would be happy to oblige :)


Betty Andrews dropped off little AJ and Andrea at Riverdale Elementary School before driving her silver mom van down to the construction site. Archie had landed a big deal with Lodge Industries, it didn’t hurt Betty’s best friend was the CEO, on the land that the poisonous Thorn Hill once stood on. The land had been untouched since the fire almost twenty years ago. Lodge Industries and Andrews’ Construction was going turn the property into luxury condominiums and exercise the old demons planted in the soil. Not like Riverdale needed more rich snobs, Betty had thought.

But before any of that could happen, Betty needed to drive up the paved road that led to her work trailer and the bare bones of her husband’s project. The trailer was empty when she entered and Archie’s father’s old construction hat was no longer on the wall. Her red headed husband must have wanted to get the crew started early. It was late September in Riverdale, and the crew would need to work triple time to get the project where it needed to be before the ground froze.

The blonde unpacked her posh briefcase, a present from Veronica, before sitting down and beginning to go through payroll. She remembers around this time twenty years ago when Jason Blossom’s body was found on the chilled shores of Sweet Water River. It had sent her and her friends on an adventure that brought people together and tore them apart. Betty and her first real boyfriend, Jughead Jones III, were among the people torn apart. It was a perfect cocktail of darkness that had turn Jughead into his father, a Southside Serpent. She had not seen him nineteen years, two months, and twenty-one days. No one had seen him since then. He permanently rooted himself on the Southside and dared not cross. It was like he was a dog with a shock collar.

That’s why Betty Andrews almost pissed her designer skirt when Jughead Jones III swung open the trailer door. He had on heavy combat boots, his weathered old beanie and chains on his tattered Southside Serpent jacket that tinkled when he walked to her desk. She wondered idly if that was the same jacket he got that night the Serpents came to his house and interrupted them having sex. They didn’t completely cock block the two lovers— she believed him when he said he was a Serpent for protection and let him take her virginity. When he started making shady deals in back alleys and kept his lips tight about everything, she knew he really became a snake. He became his father.

He certainly filled out the jacket much better than he did when he was sixteen. His face was hardened, his shoulders broad and face scruffy. She knew he would grow up handsome like his father. But his beauty didn’t distract from the fact he dropped an old black duffle bag full of cash on her desk.

“Jughead?” Was all she could manage. This moment had played this moment so many times in her head, seeing him again. Betty would hug him and punch him and thank God he was safe. Instead she sat like a scarecrow. Her lips were numb and her arms were tingling. It’s like all of life’s answers were in front of her, she just had to ask the right questions, but couldn’t speak. As a matter of fact, Betty had several questions, like what the hell was he doing at Thorn Hill, why was he dropping money in front of her, and… was he seeing someone?

He nodded with that old lopsided grin that used to make Betty swoon. His face showed that he had expected her to act this way. Speechless and in awe. The way she used to act in the privacy of her pale pink bedroom, with his black hair and signature beanie between her white thighs.

“Every great villain makes a reappearance,” he smiled, his voice surprising Betty with how low and careful his words sounded. “The snake slithers back to Riverdale.”

He still spoke like a writer.

“You were never the villain, Jughead,” Betty shook her head, already done with the conversation. Her mind was already spinning with reasons for Jughead’s return and his money. Trying to buy out Archie? Bribe for shutting down the project on Thorn Hill?

“You made me feel like one,” Jughead’s straight face didn’t falter, but his voice sounded small like when they had their fights back in high school towards the end of it all.

Betty didn’t have a response for what he said. Because back then, she had believed he was a villain. He was running drugs she later found out. But with time comes understanding. The Serpents were his family. The only semi-functional family he had and he would do anything to help them. Just like she would do anything to protect AJ and Andrea. But this was no longer about her, or about her and Jughead.

“Is Archie available? I want to talk to him about a deal,” Jughead said.

“No, he’s not available. He’s on site. I’m part of the company, you can speak with me about the deal,” Betty smiled with a hint of the old warmth Jughead felt back in high school. When she touched him, that was he could say to describe how he felt. Warm. And Jughead was hardly speechless.

“Alright then. I gathered enough money to buy the old drive in. I already had a discussion with Veronica and she is accepting my offer. Now, I’ve come to Archie to hire him for the construction.”

Betty scoffed and stood on her nude heels. None of this seemed plausible. Veronica, her bestie, would have told her if her first love was back on this side of town and had enough money to buy such a valuable piece of land.

“Veronica would have told me,” Betty accused.

“I swore her to secrecy.”

“What do you plan to put there?”

“Rebuild the Twilight.”

Jughead was still the hopeless romantic, the nostalgic loser who just want to find a home. Betty sympathized with him. There were moments when she sits in the fancy restaurant where Pop’s once stood and craved the smell of grease wafting from the kitchen and the taste of classic vanilla slurping down her throat. She often revels in those memories of high school… the memories of Jughead. He understood on a level Archie was never able to. He had unwavering belief in her and accepted her emerging darkness. Betty reminded herself that it was unfair that she didn’t accept his.

“It took you twenty years to get the money?”

“I’m not The fucking Penguin from Batman, Betty. You think I’m some kingpin. I’m still Jug,” he shrugged. “I’ve always been him. The one you grew up with. The one you once loved.”

Betty finally came out from behind her desk. It was her layer of protection that she used to hopefully keep her from what she wanted to do since his rugged frame entered the trailer. But the doe eyed pleading of twenty years ago, the same eyes that begged her not to leave him, now begged her for something else. He wanted to rebuild the Twilight to make things go back to the way they were before.

And in that moment, with the chill outside of impending winter, with her husband outside those doors, with a Southside degenerate in front of her, she too wanted things to go back to the way they were before.

Jughead read it in her eyes. He read her like a book he wrote himself. He knew every word, but he was impressed how they took on a shape of their own.

“I’m sorry, Juggy,” Betty said, stepping ever so closer to him. He smelled like pine.

“You know when you use to call me Juggy it made me weak,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

Betty was even lower, “I know.”

Jughead’s callused hands gripped Betty’s face and pulled her pouty lips to his. As soon as they made contact, it was like they were in FP’s trailer again, that rainy night, full of love, lust, and teenage hormones. Betty stopped the kiss only for a moment to swipe credit card statements and timecards and Jughead’s money, all for her husband’s business; onto the floor so she could back up onto the cheap desk and pull the dark-haired man’s hips closer to her’s by hooking her hips around him.

The old lovers wasted no time in shedding Jughead’s jacket, ripping off his ripe beanie and shedding Betty’s beige blazer as their lips kissed each other swollen. With the blazer gone, Jughead had open access to Betty’s neck, which he fully took advantage of. His suctioned kisses left saliva along her neck and down her chest. She knew she would be purple and have some explaining to do, but at this moment, it was her and Jughead, trapped in the time machine of the trailer; back in high school with high stamina and insatiable desire for one another’s bodies.

Betty did the honors in raising Jughead’s arms and taking off his plain white tee. She paused to take in his chest. This was not the body of a boy—but the body of a man who has seen the darkness. Despite almost being forty, his chest was tight and black hairs splintered down his stomach and into his black jeans. She raked her fingers over his chest and he smiled like a Colgate commercial because he knew that she was impressed. Archie may have been hot in high school, but that was high school. Archie may have married the only woman Jughead had ever loved, but right now, the sight of his body alone was leaving his former best friend’s wife breathless.

He picked up where they left off and unbuttoned her slick polka dotted blouse to reveal a white lace bra. Her nipples were hard and begging for Jughead to release them. He noted how quickly he took her bra off compared to when they were teens, but her eyes went blurry when he took a pink nipple in between is lips and tugged on the other with his fingers. He looked up at her as he sucked on her breast, and that look of innocence he had in his eyes as he had a mouthful of her tit made Mrs. Andrews groan and slide off her skirt without warning. Her underwear went too; there wasn’t any more time for foreplay. It seemed like her life depended on Jug’s cock being inside her. Jughead wanted to savor this moment, he doubted there would ever be another in the history of Riverdale, but Betty’s dragged Jughead’s pants and boxers down without asking permission. She found herself on her knees in front of his member. It was longer than she remembered, thicker too, but she was ready for it. She gave a few appreciative licks to his bulbous head, making Jughead’s moans rumble throughout his body and down to his groin. Betty smiled at the effect she still had on him.

Betty resumed her position on her desk and laid there in only a pair of heels, lips swollen and parted, begging for Jughead. The little hairs around her scalp fell loose from her ponytail and curled, framing her face like a pair of hands. Jughead put his hands there instead and held her face as he entered her. It had been twenty years since he had found himself here, nestled inside the white-hot heat of Betty’s vagina, but it felt like he never left. They just stayed like that for a few minutes.

This is where she was supposed to be. This is where she imagined herself twenty years ago on a September day much like this. Jughead’s place is in between Betty’s legs, looking at her adoringly like he is now. He still loved her, and although she didn’t want to, she never loved Archie like she does Jughead. They couple could no longer take the heat of one another Jughead started to send lazy thrusts into Betty. It wasn’t lazy in the way of not caring, but lazy in how it was slow, how his entire length pulled out and dove back in at an excruciating pace so she felt every pulse and vein throughout his loving cock. Betty was seeing stars, those yellow cartoon ones, when he fucked her so expertly. She sat up so their bodies could be as close as possible. She pulled him closer and squeezed like she was trying to squish them together until they became one. Jughead gradually sped up until he was a piston firing into her twenty years of built of love, hate and loneliness. His right hand found her clit and rubbed forceful circle around the bundle of nerves as their mouths engaged in wet kiss and licks.

Betty let loose first, crying out Jughead’s name certainly and lovingly. Knowing that she needed this just as much as he did made his cock pour all of its love into her. Their bodies were sweaty and heaving, but the two didn’t move. Jughead pulled out from her but Betty wouldn’t let him go. She kissed the shell of his ear before she whispered, “I’m not making the same mistake twice, Jughead. I’m not letting you go again.”

anonymous asked:

Writing prompt 41. "I feel like I can't breathe." I really loved your "Are you drunk?" one. Very talented writing. And it was adorable and hilarious! Kudos, mah friend!!

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

It started with an invitation to a fancy dinner party.

“Spinning, spinning, spinning, my heart’s pounding right out of my chest.”

Blackhat of course accepted said invite, and told Flug, Dementia, and 5.0.5 to come along. It was supposed to be an some super villains mansion. The woman wanted to see Flug’s latest invention, and possibly buy it. It was business meeting.

“Why is he looking at me like that?”

“Dress in your best,” Blackhat demanded of his employees, before he disappeared into his room to get ready.

At 7 o’clock sharp, they all gathered in the front hall of the mansion, and Blackhat inspected them. The eldritch himself was wearing sharp, black suit jacket over a crisp white dress shirt, a red bow tie, suspenders, and a red cumberbund. His usually top hat sat on his head, as he made his way down the line.

“Excellent job, Flug,” he commended, as he looked the doctor over. Wearing a tailcoat tux with a black vest and bowtie certainly flattered the man.

“You clean up nicely Dementia.”

“Thank you, Blackhat sir!” Dementia chirped. For once, her long, unruly hair was up in a clean bun, and the deep blue evening gown she had on made you forget that she usually wore around a lizard hoodie and torn up leggings.

5.0.5, of course, just had a cute bowtie around his neck, courtesy of Dr.Flug. Black hat nodded once at everyone, and then they were outside, getting into a limo that their hostess had sent to get them.

“How I did I end up in this position again? I can’t quite remember, but he sure looks like… is that what I think it is?”

“Blackhat!” came a woman’s voice as they entered the super villain’s mansion. An extremely tall woman emerged from the crowd to tower about a foot over Blackhat. She extended a large hand to welcome the group. “It’s wonderful to see you, darling. I just can’t wait to see what gadgets you have for me tonight!”

Flug was unnerved by the way their hostess dripped with fake hospitality, but when she hooked her elbow through his, he had no choice but to follow her as she made her way towards the stairs in the middle of the grand ballroom. As he was practically dragged up 2 flights,FLug had no chance to observe his suuroundings, but he was comforted to know that Blackhat was being pulled along on the woman’s other arm, and Dementia and 5.0.5 were close behind.

“Oh gosh, I have to be mistaken! There is no way he’d… but what if?”

She tugged the group into a side room, and slammed the door shut. Then she took a deep breath, and sighed dramatically.

“All right down, to business,” she snapped. “I hate parties like this, but they’re a good disguise to making shady deals, and also, for pretending to care about the other villains in the world.” She cracked her knuckles and then strode over to the desk on the opposite side of the room. “So what do you got for me, hun?”

The transaction went surprisingly smooth for once. Having her new super weapon “guaranteed to wipe out her worst foes” she grinned a shark like grin, and patted Dr.Flug and Blackhat on their backs.

“Pleasure doing business with you boys, now go enjoy the rest of the evening before I send everyone home as early as I can without seeming rude.”

Dementia found them a table in the corner of the ballroom once they’d returned to ground level. She surveyed the crowd, and kept nudging Flug every time she saw a cute guy or girl and grinning mischievously. That is, until a tall, elegant black woman in a suit walked over and asked the girl for a dance. Flug had to hold back his laughter at the awe-struck expression on his friend’s face. Once she’d gotten over the initial shock, Dementia leapt up and curtseyed before being led out onto the dance floor. The music at the moment was a soft jazz theme.

Flug grew increasingly uncomfortable, shifting in his seat to try and feel less antsy. This continued until finally Black hat stood up and turned to his scientist. That’s when the speakers above began to issue out the soft strains of en electro-swing song.

For a moment, Blackhat’s face twitched with indecision, but then he seemed to make up his mind. His hand was outstretched to Flug like an invitation.

“Do you want to dance, doctor?”

Flug’s breath caught in this throat. No way, was Blackhat actually asking him to dance with him, that was impossible, Flug thought. Yet… he could hear, Blackhat’s foot tapping to the beat of the music. Flug looked at 5.0.5, who was curled up on the floor like a puppy, fast asleep despite the party around him.  Abandoning this swirling thoughts, Flug grasped the proffered hand, and then was out on the floor.

Flug had no idea that Blackhat could dance so well! The man was a pro, twirling Flug around, and guiding him through the steps with ease.

“And was that… was that a smile! A genuine grin! He’s enjoying himself!”

Without warning, Flug found himself being lifted by the hips, and being carried in a circle before being rushed right into the next steps. By some divine intervention, he didn’t trip once. Then he found himself laughing and smiling too.

Blackhat’s eye twinkled at Flug in a moment of closeness, and Flug had to remember to breath again.

“I feel like I can’t breathe… but in a good way.”

They drew close again, for another turn, and Flug swore he saw something in Blackhat’s expression that screamed of passion and lo-

“No, no,no, no, no, no, that’s not even in this realm of possibility!”

The song was drawing to a close. Flug had seen Dementia having the time of her life with her partner a few times, but right now, Blackhat had maneuvered them to the edge of the crowd near the balcony. On the last few beats, Flug was spun out to arm’s length, and being pulled back in. He never would have expected that he was going to be dipped low to the floor, Blackhat’s face inches from his.

His heart pounded in his chest, his pulse fluttered, and lungs couldn’t pull in enough air. It was in the realm of possibility.

Gently, Blackhat brought Flug back to his feet, his genuine grin still in place, and his eye crinkled with delight. That ecstatic look disappeared along with the doctor, who ran out onto the balcony, as soon as his partner let him go.

“Flug!” Blackhat was right on his heels. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked fearfully. The scientist laughed honestly from where he stood, his hands wrapped around the marble railing.

“No, Sir! You’re good, I just was getting really hot under the collar!” he snorted. When he looked back at Blackhat, the eldritch could see just how red Flug’s neck had become. “I was having a good time… just needed to take a breather… and ask you question.”

“What did you want to ask, Flug?”

“Do you like me?”

“Do I like you? Well of course I-”

“Do you love me?” Blackhat feel silent. In the dark, it was hard to make out the darkening of his cheeks, but Flug smiled underneath his bag. “I mean, I feel that way about you, but you don’t have to-”

“Yes, now can I ask you for another dance?”

Flug took his outstretched hand with more confidence this time around.

“I’d love to dance with you.”

Aye! I’m a sucker form some cute dancing and fluff ;-; i hope this suit you my friend, this was super super fun to write, and think it turned out good, Bonus??? YOU GET PICTURES I DREW FOR THIS FIC  AND EVERYONE”S OUTFITS cause I felt like it! Enjoy, and thank you for the request!! Also, in case it was confusing, the bold/italics stuff is all Flugs thoughts during the dance, I just did some interspersing for effect!

prompt: “Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?”

for @marvelfangirl354 - thank you so much for all your support! and I’m so sorry about how ridiculously late this prompt is omfg it’s been weeks if not months D:

Ryan’s stomach churned nervously as he and Gavin walked down towards the beach. Out here away from the city, the night sky was filled with brilliant stars that lit their surroundings with a bluish glow, and the sea air was fresh and salty, sending an exhilarating thrill through him with every breath he took.

Beside him, Gavin stumbled. He’d tripped on a piece of driftwood as they stepped from the rocky stairs onto the sand. Ryan grabbed his arm and steadied him.

“Don’t wear sunglasses at night,” he chided. “You can’t see where you’re going.”

“But Ryan, lovely Ryan, we’re going to make a shady deal and these provide maximum shadiness,” Gavin chirped. He’d grabbed Ryan’s arm and was clinging to it. “Shit, sand’s hard to walk on.”

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gallusrostromegalus  asked:

SW asks: Who's your favorite clone? Favorite Jedi? Did you know the coruscant aquarium was famous for being the place where senators went to make shady deals? Favorite Animal in SW? Do you think potatoes exist in SW?

IT’S A TIE BETWEEN WOLFFE, CODY AND FIVES FOR CLONE… Wolffe was my fav for a while but those other 2 sneaked their way in2 me heart. 

Fav Jedi is Kit Fisto (Plo is a super close 2nd!). 

That’s an interesting fact!

Fav animal is a Varactyl! 

YES POTATOES EXIST… potatoes are ever present (this is extra funny to me bc im eating a baked potato right now)

meimaos  asked:

platonic kenji x kyouka headcanons? I love them and I love you headcanons~

Aw, thanks hun! You’re so sweet! I actually really adore the idea of Kenji and Kyouka. They’re the two youngest in the ADA. They’re freaking teenagers with dangerous abilities and I just… I love them. Kenji reminds me of Finny from BB (my husband) and Kyouka is just so cute and lovely and T^T

  • They don’t talk much at first, but then Kenji brings up the fact that they’re both fourteen
  • Kyouka is like, “Yes.”
  • Kenji’s like, “Um… so let’s talk.”
  • And a beautiful friendship was born.
  • It turns into a club. No one over the age of eighteen is allowed in the club. Atsushi is the one exception because they both adore him.
  • They bring food to try with each other once a week. Which mostly just turns into them eating as much tofu as possible.
  • Ranpo tries to join
  • (They don’t let him but they give him some of their candy)
  • They mostly just…. get to be kids together. When they’re bored, they play board games. They play with Atsushi. They prank Dazai. 
  • They make “shady deals” with Ranpo
  • Kenji: “Do you have, ya know…? The stuff.” 
  • Ranpo: “Do you have the money?”
  • Kyouka: *nods*
  • *Kyouka holds out a wad of money in exchange for several packs of skittles
  • They also hoard cats
  • One day, Atsushi had curled up on the couch to take a nap, and suddenly he hear little meows
  • Kenji walks in, and there’s a cat stuffed down his shirt
  • Kyouka gives him some skittles in exchange for his discretion
  • Kunikida finds out when there’s cat vomit on the floor

anonymous asked:

If I wanted to write fanfic about your Assassin AU/OC, what sources would you recommend to get... I guess basic knowledge of assassins and stuff so that I can do your AU/OC the quality it deserves?

Well I used this when I googled things about Assassins

The Della Morte Family is well known underground and in the world above, but their cover is that they are a family of martial artists. They also have lots of investments and connections. The Vincitores are the more refined, business and arts part of the family, this also contributes to their wealth.

The Royauxes are Politicians as well as businessmen, they’re like that brand that’s on everything. They make shady deals and are not above using underhanded tactics to get what they want, leading them to have a lot of enemies.

anonymous asked:

I always admire how loyal you are and how well you handle yourself. Maybe you should fight back harder and simply make all the shady deals and betrayals public, so that people see who the snakes and manipulators are what you have to constantly deal with. It makes me sad to see that they benefitted from you, used you and now throw you under the bus. What an asshole move.

Yikes I wish I could but I don’t want to stoop to their level. I feel shady enough making vague statements about what’s happened. Thanks for having my back and understanding though!

Knocked Out (8/?)

*Slinks in* Hey gang, long time no Knocked Out, oops

I was busy with finishing a commission and nearly finishing the second (don’t think i’ve forgotten you, scraplet. your commish should be finished in the next couple days! Already hit the wordcount, but it’s running a touch long oops) and then, you know. Real life.

But I’m back and these boys are still precious and falling in love so hopefully that makes up for it. Hope you’re ready for some fixing up shenanigans and then Bulkhead slipping in for a friend conversation.

(Also lmao please excuse my Blaschko’s Lines (robotisized into Blastko’s) joke. How else am I supposed to use my biology degree?)

Title: Knocked Out

Series: Transformers: Prime with the constructicons shoved right in there, and just a sprinkle of ideas pulled from tfidw

Pairing/Characters: Breakdown/Knockout, joined by Bulkhead and the Constructicons

Warnings: Robot injuries (nothing super gory), sexual jokes, language barriers, and fluff. Oh the fluff. Also slow burn I guess depending on your definition of slow haha.

Fic Summary:

And so there Breakdown found himself, with an injured barbarian in his arms who turned those dazzling crimson optics towards him, and for a split second Breakdown felt as if it was his knees that were injured because boy did they feel weak.

Barbarian AU where the citymech unwittingly does the kidnapping.

Chapter Summary:

“Alright. But how are you doing, you know, on an emotional level?”

|Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Chapter 7|Chapter 8|

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You need to see the sea witch, you’re gonna need the witch doctor 

sort of a spin off from @believeinbritboys‘ witchrry, I wanted to make a little monster modern witch. The idea of third Eye Harry has been rolling around in me, and I wanted to set a character for it. He specializes in nautical magic and makes shady deals with trans-dimensional beings

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I’m not really a writer, but I do get a lot of ideas. So I might as well post these in hopes people will use them.

Paranormal AU: Ruby and Yang are ghost hunting enthusiasts. Blake can actually interact with ghosts. Weiss is a skeptic-turned-believer.

Photography AU: Velvet is a photographer and Coco is a famous fashion model. They meet during a shoot. (Bonus: Bodyguard!Yatsuhashi and PA!Fox)

Olympic AU: All the students are Olympians. Their teachers/parents are their coaches. 

Modern Royalty AU: Weiss is a princess, but slips away from her bodyguards one day and meets Ruby who doesn’t realize she’s the princess. Cue Weiss going to ridiculous feats to try and maintain Ruby’s obliviousness to her true identity. (Bonus: Yang and Blake immediately recognize Weiss, but play ignorant because she makes Ruby happy. They even help Weiss in her efforts to stay unrecognized)

Superhero AU: Ruby and Yang come from a family of superheroes and are just trying to continue its legacy. Blake is an anti-hero who has recently become a full-on hero and Weiss is their rich heiress friend who funds them, covers for them, and sometimes actually goes on patrol with them.

Buddy Cop AU: Ruby is a rookie cop who gets assigned as Weiss’s partner (Bonuses: FBI Special Agent Winter v Police Chief Qrow; Mayor Ozpin and Assistant Mayor Goodwitch; Ace detectives Flynt Coal and Neon Katt being awesome; Police K-9 handler Yang and detective Blake; Criminal duo Roman and Neo being chaotic) 

Club AU: Yang is a bouncer at a popular club owned by her friend, Junior. Ruby gets to sit behind the bar (illegally) and drink chocolate milk with the bartenders. Heiress Weiss is a regular with famous athlete Pyrrha Nikos. Jaune and Ren are forced to go one night with their best friend, Nora. Blake goes with Adam frequently so he can make shady deals and always strikes up a conversation with Yang while waiting for him to be done.

Cereal Box AU: Jaune is just grocery shopping and bumps into celebrity Pyrrha hiding in the cereal aisle trying to hide from fans and paparazzi. He doesn’t recognize her and strikes up a conversation with her until she gets a call that her ride is there to pick her up. She asks Jaune out and he awkwardly accepts as she leaves. He continues to shop and goes to get some Pumpkin Pete’s and realizes Pyrrha’s picture is plastered on all the boxes. Cue freakout to Nora and Ren.

fairyjeons  asked:

Watch taehyung pull some ariel shit and end up making a shady deal with a sea witch to get legs but the catch was that y/n won't recognize him won't that be swell :)

taehyung knew this was wrong. he knew everything about this was wrong. he could hear from a distance, you telling him to stop. to not do something he’ll regret for the rest of his life but he knew the more he didn’t do this, the longer he’d let the anxiety bite the back of his neck each night he falls asleep.

so he does it.

now with the ability to walk on the realms of the same world as you, he doesn’t know how to approach you yet. funny. when he could finally approach you, wrap you tight in his arms like how he’d want to each day, how he needed to as the days went by, nights of falling asleep alone that didn’t need to anymore, taehyung was afraid.

he was a merman that turned into a man.

just a man.

and he hopes you still love him as much.

but when this is a moment, a do or die situation, he can’t bring it upon himself just yet. so instead, he follows. he watches where you go, he trails along on the path you’ve mapped out for him as if you know he’ll be lingering around but not quite. it’s another new day and taehyung watches. he watches from a distance because he can’t approach you yet.

the moment’s not right. it’s just not. but one day, one day it is and he’ll have you in his arms like he wants to, like you want to.

but for now, taehyung waits.

and he watches.

Moments I’d Like to See with Canon Aph Greenland

I know I’ve been complaining a lot so I’m going to fill the tag with silly, semi-historical things.

  • The first time they revealed the design for their flag and the Nordics being in shock about it (It’s the only Nordic nation without the Nordic cross on its flag)
  • Greenland gushing over polar bears with Canada 
  • Greenland outdrinking Denmark
  • America trying to buy Greenland off of Denmark and he’s like “Haha  but no.”
  • The story behind Greenland’s *possible* Arctic Fox 
  • Greenland making shady business deals with China while Denmark looks on in irritation
  • America teaching Greenland how to fly a plane after establishing the airbases
  • Greenland speaking only in Greenlandic to frustrate Denmark (even though Danish was once their official language)
  • Young/Baby Greenland trying to fight Norway from settling on the island (bonus points if they’re actually terrifying) 
  • Basically Greenland being a butthead to Denmark because they can.

Chief writer for SNL goes full Nazi.

“Leftists always project.
They call you a Nazi, while advocating that you wear the equivalent of a star of David.
They say you’re working with Putin, as they sell 20% of our uranium to Russia.
They say you’re a racist, as they call blacks super predators.
They say you’re a misogynist, as they accuse a 12 year old girl of promiscuity, and older rape victims as “being trash”.
They say you make shady financial deals, as their charity pockets 95% of all donations.
They call you violent as they bloody their knuckles with your face.
They are the dregs of humanity.”
- u/CommentBomber

Demonswap AU

AU where a Bill is a human (like, a spoiled rich kid anarchist) living in Gravity Falls in 1982. He still wants to destroy the world, so he summons a demon after finding a mysterious book at a local tourist trap warning of a being with incredible power whose help comes at a high price.

So enter dream demon Stanford (he’s a hexagon with a tie and twelve fingers). Bill tells him “I want to change the world” and Ford suggests he builds a portal. Except Bill is a disillusioned twenty something so Ford suggests calling a mysterious local con man and tourist trap owner (Stan) who somehow has all the parts for a portal already in his basement but no technical knowledge and Fiddleford McGucket, a computer scientist based in Palo Alto, for help.

So the portal gets built and Ford comes through and IMMEDIATELY–

–takes on a human form and goes to the store to buy some jelly beans. I mean he flies there and breaks several other laws of physics and people can definitely tell that he’s not human but he just wants jelly beans so the townsfolk leave him be.

Turns out Stan has been trying to get Ford over to his dimension for years, after being kicked out of his home at 17 and running into Ford on the road. Ford agreed to help Stan make shady deals and con people but only if Stan would allow ford to help him continue his education. So ford enlisted the help of one Fiddleford McGucket and set up a dream connection where they could all talk science (cause this is Ford: he’s not going to say he’s all knowing if he isn’t). Ford and Fiddleford became fast friends but Fiddleford and Stan never physically met each other until Bill called them up to work on the portal. (Stan kept a record of his interactions with Ford, hence the tome bill finds; the terrible price of Fords help is having to listen to his nerd talk for hours instead of just having normal dreams)

So Bill is FURIOUS that Ford isn’t destroying everything and Ford’s just “did you really think I was going to destroy your world?” cause he honestly didn’t think that was what bill wanted.

Bill vows revenge and spends the next thirty years coming up with a new universal destruction plan and attempting to defame ford and convince the townsfolk that the new demon is secretly out to get them.

Fast forward to 2012 and Stans great niece and nephew are coming to visit their weird grunkle for the summer. Ford alternates between living with Fiddleford and Stan (Fiddleford never went nuts with the memory gun, though he did build it after the Gremoblin Incident) and Dipper is ecstatic to find out that grunkle Stan is like a brother to a weird demon guy who likes weird nerdy shit (cause even though they’re not related, Stan and Ford are incredibly close– Fords human form is even modeled after Stan). Everyone bonds, but meanwhile Bill has teamed up with child psychic Gideon Gleeful and established contact with Fords previous dimension of residence– specifically, with Pyronica, Xanthar, Teeth, Keyhole, Hectorgon, Kryptos, etc. Bill makes fast friends with these interdimensional criminals and nightmares and he and Gideon make multiple attempts to steal the shack and restart the portal to let them through so they can destroy the world. Eventually, after Gideon is arrested (caught trying to steal the deed to the mystery shack) Bill runs into Blendin and beats him in Globnar. He uses his time wish to gain Fords powers, turning Ford into a human and allowing Bill to let the Henchmaniacs through.

Weirdmageddon ensues, but there’s one problem: defeating Bill this time around means sending Ford back to his home dimension. Ford is okay with that but no one else is.

Bill eventually figures out that he can’t leave Gravity Falls now, and goes after Ford, figuring that he’ll have the answer. Ford blames himself for allowing Bill to gain his powers, and refuses to give in to Bills demands. This goes about as well as you’d expect.

Eventually ford is rescued and Stan comes up with a plan to defeat Bill. He and Ford swap places and Stan pretends to take Bills deal, Fiddleford erases Stans mind and bill is defeated and all the weirdness is sucked back into the nightmare realm.

Ford is not.

Stans memories are gone. Ford attempts to bring them back with his powers, only to find those gone for good. Fiddleford explains that the memory gun worked on Bill when he was in the mindspace, but it also eliminated Fords demonic powers– so Fords a human forever now. Mabel brings Stans memories back the old fashioned way but ford can’t quite get used to being human. He’s confused and a little scared so eventually, Stan takes him aside and:

“You know, when I was a kid I didn’t have many friends. My high school principal told me to drop out cause my grades were shit, my dad kicked me out not too long after. But I remember back when I was young, I found an old sailboat lying on the beach. Totally wrecked, couldn’t sail again without rebuilding the whole thing. Wouldn’t have had anyone to sail with, either. Now, though… If you wanted, we could go on one last adventure. Buy a boat and sail around the world. You don’t have to, I just think it might help ya get used to, you know, being human.”

Ford says “My home dimension was entirely flat. Irregularity was vulgar, I was nearly killed because of my six fingers. In my youth I dreamed of a place where irregularity was celebrated or at least allowed. So I escaped through a hole in my dimension to the nightmare realm. To survive I did… Some unspeakable things for the henchmaniacs to obtain power, things I regret to this day. The last straw though, was when they wanted me to destroy my home dimension. I’d spent so long revelling in my differences, but when I went back to my home…. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t destroy an entire world.I’d forgotten something. Differences make us who we are, but it’s important to find someone to share common ground with.”

“… Okay that was beautiful but what did it have to do with anything?”

“I’d like to go sailing with you, but I don’t want to leave behind another home. I fit in here, people know me here.”

“well no one’s saying well never come back”

And so they go on periodic boat trips and Soos officially runs the shack and Dipper and Mabel visit all the time and everyone is happy except for Bill who is dead.

(don’t tag with any ships please!)