metal-in-my-blood

Heaven only knows what goes on behind closed doors

A/N: OH WOW IT’S BEEN SO LONG HASN’T IT?? i’ve decided to write it in taron’s POV and I’m telling you this one here is gonna be full of sex. A tiny bit of fluff on the side, it’s hardly noticeable but it will still lead you to sex haha and it contains a slash smut, not going into details so prepare your bibles because it’s about to get dirty

Taron’s POV


Y/N has been acting immensely weird lately. I don’t understand why. She was so clingy the past days, demanding to come with me wherever I go like on sets, on my interviews, promotions or wherever I have to be. Not that I’m complaining though, but she never leaves my side and she’ll freak out everytime I leave her sight.

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We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 21

<<Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 /  Chapter 24 /  Chapter 25 /  Chapter 26 / Chapter 27 / Chapter 28

Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

In this chapter: Stopping the bus is going to be quite… painful. But if it doesn’t stop, worse could happen. Nothing worse can happen to me anyway… right?

Word count: 2830

A/N: So I’m not sick anymore! As promised, here’s the new chapter! Thanks to @grandgust and @maddie110201 for their kind words on my post about me being sick, it was very nice and made me smile! Also thanks to Maddie who helped me again with proofreading stuff, you’re so awesome!! (none of the gifs are mine!)

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He had no reason to follow me. Not an alpha that was in the team we were fighting against, but I knew Ethan wasn’t only bad and I was betting on it. Okay, betting on the human side of a murderous werewolf wasn’t the best thing but I had no choice.

And Ethan took the bait because he followed me. I guided him to a bench a little forward and he sat at the bottom while I was sitting on the edge. I was lucky.

“What do you want,” he asked me. I didn’t detect any animosity in his tone, a good thing that encouraged me to get started.

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Midnight Mistakes

Title: Midnight Mistakes

Athlete: Taylor Hall

Word Count: 3,222

Rating: NC-17

Requested?: Yes

Request?” Hallsy Smut…? (I realize this was a random request received but it got my brain going and it was written quickly and was super helpful in getting my writing going again.)

A/N: This is a story containing smut and if that’s not your thing I probably would refrain from reading it.  If you’re fine with said scenario all I have to say is anger towards Taylor turns into angry sex with Taylor.  This is my first attempt at smut so let me know what you think of it and if you’d like to see more stories like this, otherwise ENJOY the story!!  A big thank you needs to be said to @bostonstrongforlife for proofreading the story for me before I posted it!!

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Leaning out of the bathroom I tried listening to the game recap as I brushed my teeth.  I knew the outcome of the game, I had watched it in its entirety, but was hoping for a little positivity to be spoken by the announcers.  Rinsing out my mouth I knew this was not going to be the night they granted my wish.

Slipping out of my lounge pants and hoodie I grabbed one of Taylor’s t-shirts from his drawer and pulled it on as I slid under the covers to await his call.  It was already later than the normal time he called after games which was fine since I knew he was going to be grumpy.  

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Interruption (S.M.)

Requested: yes

Description: Y/n has been opening for Shawn on his most recent tour. One day after exploring the city of Seattle, she walks into the tour bus to Shawn doing something unexpected.

Rating: M. I mean when is it not with me??

Warnings: Cursing, masturbation, sex.


I waved goodbye to Geoff and Andrew as they went into a cute little diner. I had already eaten something from a coffee shop and I hated eating too much before a show. I was bummed that Shawn didn’t come with us today though, he always makes it a lot more fun, not that Geoff and Andrew aren’t. He said he wanted to rest his voice because the show tonight was a big one and his family was going to be there.

As I approached the venue I saw that fans were already lining up outside, and the show wasn’t for another five hours. Some of them noticed me and asked for pictures , so of course I took some. Eventually the crowd had gotten too big and a security guard had to escort me out. I waved to the kind fans, and thanked the security guard. I grabbed the handle of the bus’s door and opened, but what I looked up to see was something very, very unexpected. 

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10| The Purge

Trailer| Moodboard | Chapter 1| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | Epilogue

Characters: Jungkook x reader| BTS| ft. Got7 Mark

Summary: For one day, every year, killing is legal, and you’ll kill anyone as long as the price is right. He’ll kill anyone as long as his orders tell him so. Both of you are the top purgers in the business, but what happens if your name ends up on his kill list? What happens if you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to kill Jeon Jungkook?

Warnings: smut

Word count: 5,009

A/N: I’ve been M.I.A but I’m back at it again! I hope you enjoy, and please let me know your thoughts


Originally posted by shishikookie

Jungkook & Y/N

I tasted blood as I bit down on my lip; shrugging my hoodie off my shoulders, I took in labored breaths the minute I was free from the article of clothing. I gasped, looking down at my wound as more blood began to stain my grey shirt a deep red. I could feel the sweat pooling on my forehead, and running down my neck. My head was beginning to spin as I stumbled back onto the couch, crashing into the leather cushions. I leaned my head back against the couch, swallowing hard as I looked up at the ceiling, a darkness swimming across my eyes, fading in and out with every breath I took.

I winced at the sudden sharp pain that radiated from my open wound through my entire body. I could feel the bullet lodged inside, practically drilling deeper into my flesh with even the tiniest of movements. I tried to lift my head up, to fight the profound weight pulling at my consciousness, but my head felt heavier now, and my body felt numb. I could feel myself slipping away from the present moment until everything was black, and all I could see was her face at the end of it all.

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the devil is in my ear;
he whispers to me.

satan is at my side
his scaled coils curled around me,
constricting my lily-white throat
i open my mouth
let him slither down into my belly.

the devil is inside of me.

he has a venomous tongue
and a boa’s muscular body
when i sleep
i feel his tongue lick at the lining of my stomach
my abdomen roiling as he moves,
displacing my skin.

when i wake, i lay one slim hand over my belly
to feel his turning and writhing,
he is curled in my womb
growing and growing
i am helpless to do anything but feed him.

how can a mother refuse her starving child?

at the breakfast table,
my own mother stares only at my swelling belly
what? i ask
she only shrugs.

she serves me a bleeding fruit,
red juice spilling over the sides of my plate
onto the tablecloth that is as white as my throat;
the fruit’s blood stains the fabric.

eat up, she says
you’re eating for two now.

it is the most natural thing to lean down,
pulling my hair back,
and lick the juice from the table.

it tastes of copper,
sweet and metallic
just like blood.

in my belly,
the devil winds himself into a sleepy convolutions
sated.

i carried him with me for months
cringing when his fangs scraped against
my soft insides
and when he was finally ready to put in end
to my
immaculate conception
he fought his way back up my esophagus.

i vomited him up with my own blood
more bitter than the fruit’s blood;
i did not feel like the mother of god
i felt like i was dying.

i looked at the floor
ready to see my son
to see if
he was worth it.

nothing was there.

the devil is nowhere inside of me;
he never has been,
it was only my own belly
my own fangs
my own slick coils
it was my own voice in my ear,
urging me on.

it was only ever myself,
slithering down my own throat.

who’s the heretic now?

—  gestation, l.m.
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Read part one here x part two here x

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Smut

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    “Turn around. Ass up.” He ordered and of course I obeyed him. God, I love this side of him. As soon as I was in that position, he slammed into me fast. Each thrust was deeper, and more pleasurable, causing me to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud and getting punished once again. I felt the metallic taste of my blood coming from the spot where my flesh was tangled between my teeth. “Do you like daddy fucking you baby girl?” I could mentally see his smirk. “Y-Yes” I struggled so much for this word to not be heard as a moan. 


    After a few minutes, he allowed me to talk. All the noises I was keeping inside of me came out as a scream, while I came on his dick. Stiles rode out my high, and I felt him twitch inside of me warning me he was about to do the same. Since he didn’t wear a condom, he pulled out, turned me around, placed me on one of the huge desks and jerked off until he shot his load on my stomach. His groans and my heavy breathes were the only sounds to be heard in this room. When he finished, I ate the liquid that covered my bare skin, and bent down to lick him clean. I finished my job and he ordered me to get back up on the desk. Stiles lowered his head to my clit and mimicked my actions from before, his tongue swirling around my walls. He kissed his way up my neck and to my lips, hands roaming up my naked body.


     “God, I’ll kill him and any other guy that talks to you like that again. You’re mine.” I smiled at what he had just said. Nobody made me feel the way Stiles did. He made me feel loved, adored, wanted. “We should probably go out.” We dressed up and as soon as we opened the door, we saw the janitor with a very shocked expression on his face. “What were you guys doing here?” He said, the shock never leaving his face. “How long were you outside?” Stiles responded, probably earning time to find out a believable excuse. “I just got here because I heard someone scream.” “Oh, that was because coach told us to come here and pick up some stuff he wanted and a box accidentally fell on my foot?” I was half explaining-half asking him. “Oookay?” “Y/N I think we should go now and give coach the things.. um the stuff that he.. asked us.. to bring- him.” Stiles broke the awkward silence that we were in, trying to memorize the excuse I made up. “Uh yeah, let’s go.” I grabbed his arm and we took off to the lacrosse field. As soon as we stopped, we started laughing so hard. “I can’t believe he fell for it.” I said between giggles. “Well, I think we should ‘bring coach some stuff’ again.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, looking at me. “My place?” I asked and his lips turned into a goofy grin. “Definitely, gorgeous.”

Issues- Part Twenty Nine

ISSUES

Negan x You

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning

Swearing- as always, violence, threats of violence, blood. 

Word count- 1,771

Read previous parts- HERE


ATTENTION- PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ YESTERDAYS UPDATE- THERE SEEMED TO OF BEEN ISSUES WITH TAGGING AND I DON’T WANT YOU TO MISS IT AND BE CONFUSED ON WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE :) XOXO

Part Twenty Nine

Swallowing I didn’t know what to do and from the look on Dwight’s face I think he felt the same way. Almost like he hadn’t expected to find me alone here. You’re not alone.

Nerves built in my stomach thinking of Daryl on the other side of the bathroom door. Oblivious to what was happening out here.

That Dwight, the man that tortured him and betrayed the Saviours. Betrayed Negan.

How had he not been seen by Negan’s men? Where had he been hiding?

Simon said they had swept the place and there had been no sign of him. How had they missed him?

Where was Sherry in all of this? He had taken her from that room, without a doubt. Was she downstairs with Negan and the others?

Was he going to kill me?

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kokokyungie-deactivated20170921  asked:

Can I request #17 of your Drabble Game with Kyungsoo please? I haven't really seen any Supernatural stories with him and when I seen #17, I kinda cried...

I FEEL THOUGH. Seriously, as a sucker for supernatural AUs, the lack of AUs for him make me really sad. This number is my favorite out of the entire list, just saying ;)

Note: I wrote this in a different POV than the others, it seemed better to me written this way.

17.) After an incredibly scarring supernatural experience that still had a happy ending from when you were little, you decide to share your true story on the subreddit, “Let’s Not Meet.” Many people read your post and comment on how terrifying it must have been, how disgusting the monster was who put you through such an ordeal at such a young age, etc. However, there was one comment that chilled you to the bone. It said, “I can’t wait to see you again.”

Originally posted by kaisoomakesmylifecomplete

Characters: Kyungsoo

Warnings: Mentions of burns, assault of a child, etc. 

Word Count: 930

A friend of mine had introduced me to this Subreddit called “Let’s Not Meet”, a section of Reddit where users basically share their true stories about things they experienced (or things someone they knew experienced) that were practically out of a nightmare. I used it for the purpose of sharing my experience with an “imaginary friend” I had as a child—Kyungsoo.

I will spare you the gory details, but to make a long story short Kyungsoo was not an ordinary imaginary friend. No, he was very much a real being whom I interacted with for years. His existence in my life caused a strain on my relationship with others in my life, namely my parents. At first, they did what every parent does with imaginary friends—they allowed it and didn’t think much of it. Then, when I started distancing myself from the other kids and only spending time with Kyungsoo, they grew angry.

Kyungsoo started affecting the physical world around me. In one instance, I vividly remember him pulling on the hair of a classmate of mine. Of course, everyone blamed me for these instances even if no one saw me do them first hand. He continued visiting me and being my friend until I turned 8, then I started ignoring him. My parents had convinced me that he wasn’t real, that he was a figment of my imagination and I was too old to still have an imaginary friend. This, of course, upset Kyungsoo deeply. He mainly threw temper tantrums, but it turned into a physical attack on me when I turned 10.

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The scars you left on me ( Draco Malfoy/ Fred Weasley Imagine

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is n a relationship with Draco but then she realizes that he is just using them and then they break up, but she is really hurt and starts self harm, but then she finds some one who really apreaciates her and they end up together ?

( I didn´t copy and paste the request because my laptop kinda didn´t wanted to do it so I wrote it myself how I remembered it. )

WARNINGS: self harm  

Y/N POV:

I always thought that Draco and I had pure and loving relationship, I always thought that he would love me with every nerve of his body…at least that´s what he was telling me and what I believed. It wasn´t a secret that I do enormous great at school and it sure wasn´t a secret that I had a huge crush on Draco Malfoy. That´s why I wasn´t even suspicous when he asked me out, I just was super happy. I thought that maybe because I´m a Slytherin and not ugly would be one of the reasons why Draco had thrown an eye on me. But what do people always say? Loves makes blind, and that´s what I was all the five months. We dated for five months and part of our daily routine was of course studying and homework. Draco wasn´t the best student and sometimes had a rough time with school, that´s why I almost did every of his homework and helped him understand the things he couldn´t. The day I found out that our entire relationship and love was a lie, was the day where all the strings that hold my body up broke. I was walking down the corridors in Hogwarts, with a huge smile on my face because I would meet Draco, my beloved boyfriend. As I was walking near a corner I heared some boys laugh. Out of all the laughs I could identify Draco´s one, his laugh was full with a rusty undertone. I stopped and my face got brighter, I wanted to run around the corner and hug him tightly until I heared my name. I didn´t move because I wanted to hear what Draco was about to say. “You an Y/N have been dating for quite a long time dude, you must really love her “ Said one of the boys and a huge smile was on my face, which soon broke: Dracos clear and dark voice echoed a little in the corridor “ Hahaha, wow I must be really good at acting if you guys believe that I´m in love this weird girl. Don´t worry guys, I will break up with her soon after finals. She is a really good help because she does everything I say plus, she really is good in bed though. “ I couldn´t believe what I just heared, was he telling them that he used me the entre time for sex and homwork ? My cheast felt so heavy and I had troubles breathing.  I went around the corner to face my so-called-boyfriend. I couldn´t stop the tears from running down my red cheeks. “ Do you really mean it? Have you been really using me all the time Draco?” My voice trembled and I looked him straight in the face. He looked at me with a shocked face and for a moment I thought he would my demonstrate the opposite, but I was fooled again. Suddenly his smirk, that he always has when he tortures others, appeared on his face. “Oh honey, I´m sorry to disappoint you, but everything you heared was the truth. You are just a boring girl who is as dumb as every other girl. You get fooled so easy just by saying I love you “ His words hit me right in the face and in my heart. I bite my lip and answered “ Well, thanks then for at least telling me the truth I guess “ and with that said I turned around and left. I couldn´t even insult him, I wanted to tell him what an ass he was and how he will fail all his classes and how much I wished he would just die, but none of these words left my mouth because I was too scared to say them. I loved this boy with my entire heart and now a part of my heart was ripped out without me seeing it come. I ran straight to the toilet, my vision was blurry because of the thousand tears runnin down my face. Some foun their way to my lips and I tasted the saltyness of the tears. As I reached the toilet no one was there, which was lucky for me. I choosed the last cabin and looked myself inside. I slid down the cold wall and started sobbing loudly.   I´m going to be okay I wispere, but my voice trembled and I knew that I was wrong, I´m not going to be okay. Days have passed and I felt like a trash can. I couldn´t sleep at night and under my eyes where dark bag. Draco ignored me and acted like he didn´t know. I can´t imagine that all of these five months, he didn´t feel anything. But eventhough he ignored me, I just felt nothing. I felt empty but not any sadness. It sucked, I wanted to feel something because feeling nothing was like being dead. It was 3 am and laid awake in my bed, the emptyness flood through my veines. I went into my bathroom, locked it up and looked inside the mirror. The dark eye circles and the light colour of my skin made me look like a ghost. I lost weight because I can not swallow or taste any food. The ony thing I ate the last days where toast bread. I bit my lip and slowly tasted the metallic taste of my blood. I swallowed, I can not do this, I just can´t, I wispered.But why can´t I? I opened the door of the drawer and pulled out a new razor blade. I unwrapped the plastic and hold the cold metal in my hand. I took a deep breath in, maybe I can feel something now. I laid the sharp side of the razor on my arm and pressed it on it, making a line. The pain suddenly started and blood was running down my arm. I had a relieving feeling and felt like my whole body has been brought back to life. A little smile appeared on my face. After making two other cuts I put the blade back into the drawer and went back into my bed. I soon fell asleep and it was the first time that I slept more than two hours. The next morning I woke up and felt refreshed and alive, a feeling I haven´t had for days. I even could ate more than usual. Weeks have passed and I did cute myself regulary because it just made me feel so unbelievable good. I didn´t feel that eyes were watching me and I didn´t thought that  a Fred Weasley was observing me. He never talked to me, but during potion class, I realized he was watching me, in particular my arms. After class I rushed out, but some one stopped me by grabbing my arm. “Hey, don´t touch me!” I said angrily and pushed the ginger haired boy away. “ Chill Y/N, show me your arms. “ Fred said looking dead serious. My heart starte pounding really fast. “What? No, why? “ I answered and crossed my arms infront of my chest, makung sure that he couldn´t see my scars. “Because I watched you and kinda came to the realization that you harm yourself” I bit my lip, was it tha obvious? “ Well, you are wrong, I don´t do selfharm and by the way, you are creepy. So if you don´t mind; I´m hungry and want to get some food before the next class starts. “ With that said I wanted to go, but he again grabbed my arm. This time h pulled up the sleeve of my hoodie. I was shocked and started to trembled,I wanted to say something, but I was speachless. “I knew it. Y/N why do you do this? “ he said lookind worried. They way he holds my arm, the feeling that his warm skin left on my cold arm was like a thousand candles touching my skin. “I want to feel something again. “ I wispered and a single tear rolled down my cheek. “But you don´t have to feel pain.” He wispered and pulled me into a hug. A strangers hug can move your heart. Ever since that day Fred didn´t leave my side, he waned to make sure that I am okay and that I don´t start cutting again. It was a hard way to heal, but at least I had someone next to me, who is willing to walk that way through all the pain with me.

I'd Like Something Else for Dinner. (Frank Iero x reader) SMUT!!

A request: frank iero x reader oral sex it’s. all I want all I Need

Warnings: obviously it smut, oral (both receiving, dirty talk (minor), Dom/Sub, swearing. (That’s all I can think of at the moment)

A/N: This is going to be like Danger Days era because okay. ( When he had long hair)

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The shut quietly as Frank made his way into our shared home. I smiled and leapt up from the couch, letting my fluffy black blanket fall to the floor.

“Hey Frankie!” I said following him into the kitchen. His bags were already set on the counter and I immediately assumed that they were groceries.

“Hey darling. Wanna help me with the groceries?” He asked opening the fridge to reveal mostly empty shelves.

“Sure. How was the studio?” I asked taking out the strawberries and apples that he had gotten.

“It was great! Gerard killed it.” He said chuckling at the memory.

“Awesome! Well after we pack up here I’ll start dinner for us. Is that okay?” I asked after seeing his face. He was biting his lip and his eyebrows had drawn to the middle of his forehead at my suggestion to start dinner.

“Well, I was thinking we could have something else for dinner?” He asked looking at you with dark eyes.

“Frankie? What do you mean?” I asked looking at him with a confused expression.

“You know what I mean, darling,” he said letting his mouth go into a smirk. “Why don’t you go to the bedroom. I want you in your knees, waiting for me. You know what to do.” He said tilting his head in question.

“W-what about the groceries?” I asked getting flustered under his gaze.

“I’ll finish them. You aren’t disobeying are you Y/N?” He asked with a teasing undertone.

“No.” I said immediately slipping into subspace.

“No what?” He said like it was the most normal thing you could ever say.

“N-no sir.” I finished putting my head down with my arms behind my head.

“Good girl. Alright go on.” He said briefly pointing to the bedroom door.

“Yes sir.” I said quietly before I turned to quickly walk to the bedroom. I knew what was about to happen and I was excited for it. Frankie and I haven’t had time to do anything with him creating the next My Chemical Romance album.

My clothes fell to the floor as I pushed them off quickly. My knees hit the floor with a soft thud and I groaned at the pain the erupted in my knees.

“Hope you’re not starting without me.” He said walking into the bedroom before closing the door.

“No sir.” I said putting my hands behind my back while letting my head fall to look at the floor. He squatted quickly and was almost eye level with me. He put his hand on my cheek and let me look up at him.

“You’re such a good girl for me. How about this, if you let me fuck your mouth I’ll give you a little reward. That sound good?” He said and I nodded furiously. “Use your words, darling.” He said caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“Please fuck my mouth sir.” I begged watching as his eyes light up and a smile grace his face.

“Hm, so good.” He said standing up gesturing for me to undo his belt. My shaking fingers fumbled with his belt and he chuckled noticing my fast movements were causing the belt to get stuck. “Relax darling, we have all day.” He said putting his hand on mine. I took a breath and slowly undid the belt letting it fall to the floor with a thud.

The button on his pants was easier to undo and I praised him for not wearing the pants with the three buttons on them. I pulled.hianpants.down letting them hang on his hips, just so they wouldn’t get in the way of what he was about to do.

His underwear was tented in the middle showing the outline of his dick very well. I tentatively palmed his erection in my hand and he let out a quiet moan at that. With his moan spurring me on I pulled down his briefs, letting his erection spring free.

He grabbed onto my hair as I started to stroke him slowly. He squeezed my hair and let out another animalistic groan. I took this as a sign to keep going and I lick the underside of his dick along the thick vein that protruded.

“Fuck, Y/N open up.” He said patting my jaw lightly. I opened my mouth as wide as I could letting let him slide in. The weight and taste of him was enough to have me moan without being touched. He moaned at the vibrations I must have sent with my moan and he tested his limits and thrusted in tentatively.

No matter how many times I have let him do this to me he always starts with a few test thrusts to see how far he can thrust so he doesn’t hurt me. I relax my throat to let him all the way through and gag a little as he hits the back of my throat.

“Ah fuck darling. Your mouth always feels so damn good,” He said thrusting harder as I hollowed out my cheeks to create more pleasure for him. He moaned louder and threw his head back and began to thrust faster.

“I’m so close, Y/N. I want you to swallow.” He said thrusting deeply before I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. His release was salty on my tongue and I lapped it up eagerly, trying to draw every drop from him. He sighed in content and pulled his now limp dick out of my mouth, pulling up his briefs and pants.

“You did so good for me, darling,” he said a bit breathless. “Are you ready for your reward darling. I want you on the bed.” He said pointing the the bed with blue comforters covering it. I nodded and moved from my hands to my feet and j stumbled a little, my legs weak after kneeling in the floor for so long.

The bed was a very nice transition from the floor. It was soft and comfortable and I felt my knees sink into it as soon as I hit it. My head met the pillows as I watched Frank watch me. My knees came up a bit at the tension in my belly and my small insecurities.

“Still have that reflex, huh?” He said making his way over to the bed slowly.

“Sorry sir. It just habit.” I explained letting his hands ghost over my legs. I sighed at the simple touch and relaxed my tense legs immediately. He rubbed up and down my thighs before gently pulling them apart, exposing me.

“Damn Y/N, always so wet for me.” He said letting a finger gently rub up and down my slit. I moaned and arched my back at the small touch he gave my aching core.

“Fuck, please sir.” I begged, pushing against his hand.

“I’ll get there baby girl. I always take care of you don’t I darling?” He asked in a teasing manner.

“Yes sir.” I said watching him lay on his stomach as his head came closer to my dripping core. His soft brown locks tickled my thighs and I moaned lightly at the feeling. He chuckled and kitten licked my clit sending a shot of pleasure up my body. He teased my entrance once before place his hot, flat tongue onto my clit. “Oh fuck.” I said squeezing my legs around his head as my hands went into his hair.

“Uh uh,” he said pulling away from me immediately. I whined from loss of contact and retracted my legs and hands immediately. “This may be a reward but no touching.” He said curling his arms around my thighs to keep them steady.

He went right back to it, licking eagerly and my clit and my entrance. His tongue swirled around my clit once before latching his mouth onto it, sucking hard. He used his tongue to flick and swirl at my clit while sucking on the area as well. I moaned and gripped the sheets tightly loving the pleasure his tongue gave me.

“F-fuck I’m so close.” His said curling my toes to keep from cumming before he could say I could.

“Just a little further darling. I know you can do it.” He said before going right back at it, faster and harder with his movements. His dug his tongue in and out of my entrance while nuzzled my clit with his nose.

“Can I please cum sir. Please!” I begged, gripping the sheets tighter as my legs began to shake.

“You may cum Y/N.” He said taking his mouth away for a split second before putting it back into motion. It took a few seconds after his words but I finally hit my release and it was amazing. I let out a silent scream as he worked me through my orgasm, rubbing my legs while lightly licking and slurping at me, effectively cleaning me up.

“Holy shit.” I said he kept licking at my sensitive clit. He smiled and gave one mate hard lick watching my body spasm. He kissed up my body and finally reached my face.

“You did so good, darling.” He said before placing a long kiss in my swollen lips. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth as I licked my lips. “Bit your lip a little too hard didn’t you?” He teased running a thumb over my lips. He fell next to me and pulled me into his embrace.

“Thank you, Frank.” I said snuggling into his chest.

“Anytime my dear.” He said placing a small kiss to my forehead.

Attached Ch 1.

Genre: Angst/fluff?

Characters: Seuncheol

Word count: 1,811

Pt2. 

He was the last thing I saw. The same puppy like smile that made my heart beat faster than usual, his hair was a little ruffled and wet from running in the rain and his eyes twinkled in the street lights, but his face quickly changed to one of fear and horror. He yelled something into the wind but I couldn’t hear. I just kept running. I wanted to be near him as quickly as possible. I was so close, so close, until I was instantly ripped away from him and everything else I ever loved.

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 23

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Violence Against Women, Mentions of Torture

Word Count: 1,629

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Bucky’s back, but for how long? Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

Originally posted by peter-quills

Originally posted by magnetosmind

Originally posted by hayleymarshalldaily

For all of its strength that was built upon blind loyalty – H.Y.D.R.A. agents were typically not the greatest advisories when faced by an Avenger. Steve, Tony, and Nat made quick work of the guards on the first floor as I hacked into their security archives. As I typed furiously I heard movement from behind me – without thinking I pulled my gun and quickly spun around.

“Easy there, Tiger!” Tony said sardonically as he raised his hands in the air.

“Well…. Steve did tell me to be on my guard,” I added sourly as I turned back around.

“Have you found what you’re looking for yet?” Tony asked impatiently as he hovered behind my shoulder.

“I’m almost there,” I added as I hit one final key. Suddenly the screen was filled with a live video feed of Bucky. My hand reached out instinctively to touch the screen. “Steve,” I called hoarsely.

“What is it Y/N?” He asked breathlessly as he rushed into the room.

“I found him. I found Bucky,” I muttered softly.

“Tony?” Steve asked.

“Already on it. I’ve scanned the building – if you and Y/N go over there you won’t be seen by incoming hostiles. Once we have lured them in you can sneak behind them and get downstairs to Barnes,” Tony pointed to a shadowy hall as he spoke.

I began to follow Steve out the door before I stopped for a moment and turned to look at Tony. “Tony?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“How do you plan on drawing them out?” I asked nervously.

Tony grinned slyly. “Oh you just leave that all to me.”


I wasn’t sure exactly how Tony managed to pull it off but he did it brilliantly. He was certainly the flame that attracted and burned up most of the H.Y.D.R.A. guards. During the chaos Steve and I slipped through unnoticed.

“Which way?” Steve whispered as we slowed to a halt. We had made it down six flights of stairs and were standing in a narrow hallway. As I looked down both ends of the hall– trying to remember the relation of the room to its surroundings – a bloodcurdling scream echoed from our left. I had heard that scream before – every night for the last two months when I had drifted to sleep.

“Bucky,” I muttered under my breath as I broke into a dead sprint down the hall.

“Y/N!” Steve whispered violently behind him.

I had been trained for events like these – but my training and rationale were thrown aside. All I wanted was to stop the cause of Bucky’s screaming. I had to – it was pure instinct that drove me to find him. I was so distracted that I was surprised when a thick metal door slid closed behind me, effectively blocking Steve’s entrance into the room. Of course, it certainly shouldn’t have surprised me when a fist met with the back of my skull causing me to crumple unconscious on the floor.


I awoke to a sharp kick in my ribs which knocked the breath out of me. “Wake up,” a thickly accented male voice demanded. My sharp intake of breath certainly didn’t help the throbbing pain in my side. Heavy footsteps trailed off into the distance as I began to become more conscious of my surroundings. My head was throbbing– luckily nothing felt broken, but it hurt like a son of a bitch. As I lifted my head away from the floor I could feel my matted hair gently tug at my scalp – it had stuck to the dirty floor with the blood that had oozed from my injury. I slowly lowered my head back to the floor – my body felt limp. As I tried to raise my hands to brush away the hair that had fallen into my face I felt the cut of cold metal against my wrists.

Panic set in.

I slowly opened my eyes and blinked to try to clear the blurry images before me. Once my vision had cleared I met the gaze of crystal blue eyes that I knew all too well.

“Bucky,” I whispered hoarsely.

And it was him – under the dark black, and purple bruises. He looked unblinkingly at me – his chest heaving with exertion as sweat trickled down his brow. They had beaten him severely since they had brought him here. Blood had crusted in different areas of his face and head from cuts that he had no doubt received while he was struggling against his captors. The room fell into silence as I watched his chest rise and fall – his eyes never leaving my face. He was bound using some sort of contraption I had never seen before – no doubt because of his incredible strength.

I shifted uncomfortably on the floor. I had wished for this moment for months – now the weight of his stare was too much for me to bear. I closed my eyes and sighed. In the back of my mind I silently hoped that Steve, Tony, and Nat were on the other side of whatever door had been sealed – trying to get us out.

A few minutes had passed in silence and I was once again teetering on the edge of consciousness when he finally spoke. “Y/N?” he asked timidly. The sound of his voice, which I had missed for so long, cut into me like a razorblade. I opened my eyes to look at his face which was etched with worry under its many bruises. I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut short as a stocky man in his late forties to early fifties strolled into the room from a door on the opposite end of where I had entered the room. I could tell by the sound of his boots that he had been the individual that had gifted me with throbbing ribs. As he neared Bucky’s body language changed and his facial expression grew fierce. A sense of dread slowly crept over me as I realized that this man had been the one to make Bucky scream.

“Well… well. I had assured Sargent Barnes that you would eventually join us. I’m glad you proved me right,” he said with a smirk as he dragged me to my feet by my arms. I grimaced at the pain in my arm which he seemed to immediately catch on to. “Ah – my dear. Have you been injured?” he asked curiously as he roughly squeezed my arm. I bit on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself form reacting until he finally flung me in a chair directly across from Bucky. My arm, side, and head were throbbing as the salty metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I stared at the man without speaking.

He chuckled as he shook his head and looked over at Bucky. I diverted my eyes to Bucky’s— silently asking what our next move was. He stared unseeingly in my direction. And I suddenly realized there was a very real possibility that the torture he had undoubtedly endured probably included H.Y.D.R.A. trying to tap into the dark recesses of his mind where the Winter Soldier still lingered – and the thought absolutely terrified me.

The man had been prattling on as I watched Bucky’s every move. When he turned to look at me and realized I was only paying attention to Bucky he punched him squarely in the side. Causing Bucky to wince in pain. I adjusted my gaze to the man and hissed, “You don’t get it do you? Regardless of what you do… you’ve already lost. It’s only a matter of time.”

The man chuckled and shook his head. “Oh my dear, you haven’t been paying attention I’m afraid. This is all part of H.Y.D.R.A.’s plan. I never intended to leave this facility.”

This revelation unsettled me. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as I looked at him. He caught my sudden understanding and grinned wickedly. “I heard that you met one of my associates… well met and murdered him,” he paused as he looked at me. Bucky shifted at this revelation – breaking his glassy stare to divert his gaze to his feet. I remained silent – staring only at Bucky. “Listen – I assume we don’t have much time together. I had hoped that Captain Rogers had been less pragmatic on rescuing his dear friend, but it seemed that your recovery took precedent. I had hoped to draw this all out but time is of the essence,” he smirked. At his mention of Steve Bucky had turned his gaze back to me. I was finding it increasingly difficult to read the very slight emotions that played across his face.

I pulled my gaze away from Bucky and looked at the man. “Whatever you have to say… I already know. I know it all. You can’t hurt me,” I said vehemently. My response caused him to lapse into silence for a moment and I seized the opportunity. I turned to Bucky and looked at him earnestly. “Bucky, I don’t need to forgive you because there’s nothing to forgive.” His face crumpled in pain. It was as if I had stabbed him. I swallowed hard as I blinked back tears – this was the exact reaction I had worried about.

“Ah,” the man said amusingly. “You see Sargent Barnes and I had a little heart to heart before you got here, and there may be a few things you don’t know about him that will change your mind.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the look on Bucky’s face made my breath catch in my throat. I suddenly realized what the man had been eluding to when he had explained that he had no intention of leaving the facility.

I closed my eyes and readied myself for what would happen next.


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Don’t Forget Me (Dean Winchester)

A/N: Gifs are not mine. Flashbacks are in Bold

Tagging: @spnfanficpond and my Angst Angel @fandom-onetwothreeshots (Enjoy the angst bby)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Spirit! Reader

Warnings: Character death, blood, violence, drinking, swearing, crying, angst

Word Count: 2278

Summary: You wake up in the bunker, no memory on how you got back here or what happened on the last hunt you went on


The world was foggy as I opened my eyes, black spots swimming in front of my vision. As I sat up I gripped the side of my head, the headache pounding relentlessly against my skull, leaving me feeling dizzy and slightly sick. Once my sight had come back completely I looked around the room, recognizing the room I shared with Dean in the bunker but confused as to why I was here; the last thing I remembered was the wendigo hunt we were on four towns over.
I remember standing by the boot of the impala, dean’s calloused hands cupping my cheeks as he pressed his lips to mine, pleading for me to be careful, to stay behind him and Sam as much as possible, I remember telling him to quit worrying, I could hold my own after all and I remember the reverberating screech of the monster above us, claws scraping through the bark of the trees.

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Eye of the Hurricane: a Draco Malfoy x Reader Imagine

Requested? Yes (a quick note, this was a requested to be paired with “I Don’t Love You” by MCR, so it’s a bit dramatic. You can read with or without music, it will make sense either way, but I feel the music may enhance emotion within the piece)

In this imagine, the reader and Draco Malfoy hit a rough patch as the war begins. Vicious fights and survival are at the center of this story, as well as love, or a lack of love for protection. Sides are chosen, winds are high, and lives are at stake. All is calm in the eye of the hurricane, but even moments of peace must pass.

Y/N - your name
~~~ - indicates the passage of time

Warnings: language, dark content (death, violent arguments, confrontation, war)

Word count: 1,610

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“Why are you acting like this?” I don’t even try to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

“You know nothing, I’m not acting like anything. This is me Y/N!” Draco opens his arms wide, voice raised angrily.

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Wicked Games

Request:

  • i love youre fanfics ! can you write one abou gee get jelous because he think reader likes frank ? :)
  • Gee smut where he and Y/n fight or something or he’s not paying much attention to her so she starts flirting with someone else (maybe Frank?) and it leads to rlly rough/possessive smut (but with a safe word omg)
  • lEMON GEE SMUT PLSSSSSSSS

“Are you okay?” I heard someone say behind me, followed by some tapping on my shoulder.

“Y-Yeah, i’m fine,” I lied, keeping my head down.

“Come on Y/N, I know you. Tell me what’s wrong.” Frank sat down on the step next to me. I shivered, it was freezing outside compared to the warmth of the club. “What are you doing out here?”

“Go ask your best friend,” I said bitterly.

“What did Gee do?” He sighed, shielding his lighter form the wind as he tried to light his cigarette . 

“He’s flirting with a bunch of girls,” I groaned in frustration, picking at my nails.

“Gerard? Flirting?” 

“Yes, some fans are all over him in there and he’s not doing anything about it!”

“He’s just trying to be polite, I guarantee you he doesn’t even realize he’s flirting. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you.”

“You’re just saying that because he’s your friend.”

He peered over at me, raising an eyebrow at me. “I’m saying that because i’m your friend. I would tell you if he was out of line and be the first person to sock him in the back of the head. But fans are fans Y/N, they want a picture and a hug to brag about to their fiends but then their gone. No one’s gonna swoop that lemon headed idiot from you.”

I laughed loudly at that, grateful that I had a friend like Frank who was always honest with me. “Thanks Frankie.”

“No problem. But, we could get even with him if you want?”

“How?”

“We go in there, flirt our asses off and make him super jealous,” he offered, adding a wink.

“Would that work?”

“Probably, Jamia did something like that to me before when we got in a fight and it sure as hell worked on me.”

“Okay, i’m down,” I said, both excited and nervous for Gerard’s reaction. 

“Alright, let’s go get my best friend to hate me.”


Frank and I were dancing among the crowd of people, laughing and spilling our drinks all over ourselves. It was until Frank kissed the spot right under my ear when I heard im gasp in shock. I looked up to see a furious Gerard, who was holding Frank by his shoulder. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” He yelled at Frank.

“We’re just dancing Gee, chill out.”

“That’s my girl Frank, fuck off,” he growled, shoving Frank harshly.

“Frank go,” I pleaded before anything got out of hand. Frank nodded in understanding, weaving through the stunned crowd.

“And you, what are you doing? Why are you dancing with Frank? My best friend!”

“Why don’t you go fuck one of your groupies and leave me alone!” I snapped. He narrowed his eyes at me before grabbing my hand, guiding me to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut behind us, flicking the lock and forcing my back into the wall, pinning my hands above your head. Our lips slammed together in a heated frenzy. We we’re furious at each other and the kiss showed it, our tongues swirling around each others sloppily and our teeth gnashing together, biting and sucking on our lips until I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. 

His hips rocked into mine as he kissed the tops of my breasts. I exhaled heavily and one of my hands broke free from his grip. I used it to cup his round face and bring his lips back to mine. I slipped your tongue into his mouth and let it dance around playfully, flicking in and out. His hands were on my hips now, pulling me as tightly to him as he could while still wearing clothes. “Mine,” he mumbled against my lips.

My hands twirled into his vibrant yellow hair. I felt his fingers slip under my dress and begin to rub me through my underwear. I groaned and tilted my head back in pleasure. He slipped two fingers inside of me and began to tactically move them about. “Gee…” I panted, unable to control myself. 

He pulled his fingers out with a dark chuckle, smirking when I glared at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh you’re breaking my heart” he spat. My fingers were working at the buckle of his black skinny jeans. I yanked them down to his ankles and palm his hard length through his boxers. I pulled those down too and began to get down on my knees but Gerard stopped m, motioning for me to get back up with a hand under my chin.

“I can’t wait babe,” he said, his voice even raspier than usual. He grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the sink. He threw my legs open and shoved himself inside. He moved quickly and deliberately, beads of sweat forming on both our faces. His large hand covered my mouth when I shouted his name. With one last deep powerful thrust he finished, tilting his head back and moaning. He pulled out of me and put his pants on, breathing heavily. 

I remained silent, sitting on the sink, taking a moment to catch my breath. Gerard approached me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Frank and I were pretending,” I blurted out. “We weren’t actually dancing.”

“What?”

“We were trying to make you jealous.”

“Why?” He giggled, looking extremely relieved that I wasn’t making a move on his friend.

“You were flirting with those girls and just…I don’t know. I guess I just got jealous.”

“Aw babe, that’s adorable. You got all jealous over me.”

“Don’t get to cocky, you just pounded me against the wall because you thought Frank kissed my neck.”

“Okay okay, we’re both jealous messes. I wasn’t flirting with those girls either by the way. We were just talking. Maybe I was being a little flirty but I didn’t even realize it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, i’m sorry I gave you a heart attack.”

“I forgive you. Come on, let’s get back out there before someone realizes what happened in here.” 

Hiccups [Jin]

Summary: Jin lashes out at you when he’s stressed

Genre: Little bit of angst & fluff

Words: 0.7k

Originally posted by eatjin

“Jin oppa, do you want anything?” I asked him as I peered into the room from the hallway. He’s worrying me a bit. He’s been in there for the past 3 hours, repeating his lines in Bangtan’s new song.

“No.” He replied without even turning around to look at me, and continued to practice the chorus. When he didn’t reach the high note, he angrily threw a nearby pen at the wall, heaving out loudly.

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dear aphrodite,

my bones are made of fine china. and sometimes she forgets. i let faultlines trace my ribs. her fingers bite my bottom lip. metallic taste of blood stains my chin. - then i forget.

dear artemis,

oh innocence, i say choking. my lungs fill with clothes pins and forgotten coins. i swear we hit a deer on our first night together. she leaned in, her cigarette piercing my check and whispered; god wants us to be bad. smoke rings don’t count as halos;   i whispered back as she fell into your open hands.

dear athena,

my brain sputters and doesn’t function when i smell her oak and peppermint scent. she was too sweet. i remember the ocean (but forgot the virgin part). she misquoted shakespeare - my laughter was louder than the stars. we mundanes often compare ourselves to things we will never touch. our feet intertwined and our limbs tangled. (i never thought it would turn sour but the waves watched) sadly, it doesn’t matter because i can’t swim and she didn’t care.

—  It’s fine, I never loved you anyway (requested by anon) | r