my grip

Addewid (XIV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,313

Genre: Fey!AU + Series

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

Originally posted by intokai

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“Later” - Jughead Jones (PART ONE)

Originally posted by bugheader

A/N: It’s late and I’m tired as fuck. fell asleep writing this shit but this was requested long ass time ago. So here we go do enjoy some Jughead appreciation day.

WARNINGS: not edited, kinda sucks af 

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As soon as my eyes guide me towards the door, a hand grabs my wrists and swiftly spins me around. Jughead’s lips were sealed against mine so quickly that I barely had time to process what was happening. My eyes closed though, thinking over the night he first kissed me as his lips are against mine for the second time, in a hurry almost. One of his hands glided towards the back of my neck while he placed the other at the very bottom of my back, pressing me impossibly close against him. 

A fire raged between us, it’s what it seemed like. His chest was against mine so closely, I could feel his heart beating rapidly. His tongue was dominating mine in a furry. I still had yet to figure out what I was doing, why I was letting him kiss me for the second time, but I didn’t want him to stop. The same floating and light feeling I had the first time returned making me even more addicted to him. His breath tasted like alcohol in contrast to the cinnamon and cigarettes flavor I once tasted. I couldn’t tell which one was better I didn’t care. 

Jughead begins slowly pushing me backwards until my calves hit the side of his bed and we both fall on top of it at the same time. His hand that was once on my back was now sliding down my hip and thigh. He pushes my leg over him, settling himself between my legs. My aching body and pounding head wasn't an issue anymore. All I was thinking about was him, the way his lips move against my own, the way his tongue glides too quickly against mine. 

My hands find their way to his hair as I slip of his beanie and curl my fingers in them. Jughead’s hand roams up and down my clothed thigh, while the other is above my head, keeping himself hovered over me. His long hair tickles my forehead. 

He slowly pulls away, “Fuck Y/N,” he says before he reattached his lips against my neck. The feeling was too foreign. I never had anyone kiss my neck before or anywhere actually. His hips press into mine making me gasp and tug on his hair which caused him to groan against my skin. That’s never happened to me before. My lower stomach clinches as he does it again. Jughead’s hand find his way up to my shirt and I suddenly become altered. 

“Jughead stop,” I mutter lowly. My own voice was betraying me. I didn’t want him to stop, but I need him to. “Jughead stop!” I yell and push him off of me. He eyes me with brow knitted and his pink lips parted, out of breath. 


“I’m not going to have sex with you,” I tell him and he rolls his eyes. 

“Christ, that’s not what I’m trying to do,” he sighs and rolls onto the bed beside me. I adjust my shirt and just lay there awkwardly. 

“Then what were you trying to do? Your hand was going up my shirt.” 

He turns his head to look at me, a grin spreading across his face. “You never been touched like that, have you?” 

“I- well… no,” I stare at the ceiling, playing with my hands. This was an uncomfortable topic. Jughead’s finger hooks my cheek and pulls my face towards him. I stare at him before his finger slides down my neck and arm. 

“Come here,” he says as he holds my hand and pulls me towards him. I hesitate. He was calm, a little too calm. It was strange. He then grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him. 

“Jughead,” I mumbled trying to get off of him, but he restrains me. 

“No no,” he says. “I want to show you something,” his voice was low and raw, sending chills up my spine. “Give me your hand,” he holds his hand out and I lay mine in his. As much as I was afraid of what he was about to show me, I was anxious. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. He lets go of my hand for a moment and abruptly sits up. His face inches from mine. He grins at me before pulling off his shirt and then laying down again. 

“Jughead, I don’t know about this.” 

“Shh, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to feel.” 

He takes my hand again and lays it on his chest. His other hand gripping my hip. He then slowly guides my hand down his chest, his lips parting while doing so. 
I watch carefully as his eyes closed and his breathing becomes heavy. My hand goes down his stomach, each finger slowly dipping in the crease of his abs. My heart was quickening as Jughead moved my hand lower. My palm touched the waistline of his pants and that’s when he stopped. 

He opened his eyes, “Go on.” 

I hesitate for a moment before my fingers glide across the waistband and then up his abs again. Jughead reclosed his eyes, sucking on his bottom lip. His hip involuntarily presses into mine and his lips part as I slide my hand back down his chest. My fingers trace over his V-line, starting from the side of his hip and going down. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing, but I like it. I like the way Jughead responds to it even though I’m only touching his chest. This is a new step for me and so far I’m liking it. I let the tip of my finger dip inside his pants and I hear a sharp intake of breath. I look at Jughead who licks the bottom of his lips. I dip my another finger inside and a hand grabs my wrists. 

Jughead stared at me, “No, not yet,” I blush at him and he smirks at me. Suddenly he grabs my hips and rolls me over. He hovers over me again, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around him. 

“Christ, what the fuck am I doing?” he says again before his lips pressed against mine for the second time tonight. I let my fingers run down his bare back, exploring every muscle. I gasp when his teeth bite my bottom lip and tugs as he pulls away. “And that’s why I’ve been avoiding you.” 


“You avoided me because you wanted to kiss me?” I question. He sighs and climbs off of me. I sit up as he sits down beside me. 

“Kiss you, caress you, fuck you,” he says and I gasp. I didn’t expect him to say that last part. He chuckles at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you.” 

“I still don’t understand why you need to avoid me because of that?” 

“Because if I was alone with you any longer than I have been. I was going to fuck you and I can’t let myself do that.” 

“Why?” I let my conscious takeover. He told me that he only has sex and I knew that. No, I don’t want to have sex with him just yet so It makes me happy that he’s actually thinking about me rather than himself for a change. 

“Because you’re a virgin, Y/N. I don’t fuck virgins,” he chuckles. For some reason, my stomach dropped in disappointment and I frowned. He notices, “What?” 

“Nothing,” I mumble. 

“No seriously, what’s the matter?” 

“I can’t help it okay?” I say and he raised a brow at me. 

“Help what, that you’re a virgin?” I nod and he rolls his eyes. “Everyone is born a virgin Y/N.” 

“Yeah, but I’m the only one that still is and you like to pick on me about it,” I don’t know why I’m telling him this. He’s more than likely going to forget about it like it was nothing or insult me about it. 

“I wasn’t picking on you, Y/N” 

“It seemed like you were,” I mumble. He sighs loudly. 

“Why are you a virgin?” he questions and I raise a brow at him. 

“I don’t know. No guy really had an interest in me,” I mumble. It was true. I was real. I never had a guy try to take me out on a date or even talk with me. So I guess they never tried. 

“This has to be a major bullshit,” Jughead scoffs and I roll my eyes. “Y/N, you’re fucking hot. At least one guy had to have his eyes on you.” 

“Do you have to say it like that?” I groan

“Say what?” 

“Hot. It sounds over-sexualized,” and because I personally hate that word unless it was used in I only hear guys say that in terms of trying to be sexual and I hate it. 

“I’m not the one to be sappy as fuck so take what you get,” he replies. 

“Pretty is a nice word,” I mutter and he rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah for a gay dude.” 

I groan, “God, why do I bother with you? All you do is fake every conversation we have and do a complete three-sixty. Can you be serious for once?” 

“You want me to be serious?” he questions and I nod. 

“That would be nice, yes.” 

“Okay, Y/N. I’ll be serious. Your lips are wet and I like to kiss the shit out of them again. Those jeans make your ass look great. Whatever fucking bra you were wearing, I want to take it off. I want to have my way with you, but I’m not going to,” my eyes widen at his words. My lower stomach clenches and I let out a small gasp. 

“You liked that didn’t you?” he grins at me, but I stay quiet. I don’t exactly trust my voice. “You liked it when I touched you here,” his fingers run over my thighs. 

“This isn’t serious,” I managed to mutter which only makes him grin more. He moves towards me, pushing me down on the bed. He settles between my legs again and I don’t make any effort to move. I’m paralyzed. 

“Oh no, you’re right, but you didn’t say anything about sex,” he grins, “You liked it when I did this,” he pressed his hips into mine, making me gasp. He smirks at my reaction and does it again, bitting down his bottom lip. “Fuck what are you doing to me,” he mutters. 

“I thought you hated me,” my voice was low, barely even a voice actually. My mind was cloudy and only filled with him. 

“Oh baby,” he laughs, “I can’t hate someone who makes my dick hard,” he dips his head into my neck and presses into me, his hands running down my legs and making me wrap them around him again. “Fuck, can’t you tell by the way you make me feel Y/N?” his hips pressing against me turned rhythmic, going over and over again. I didn’t know what the fuck he was doing but my lower stomach was clenching in such a way I didn’t want him to stop/ 

“Shit,” he mutters and abruptly stands to his feet, unbuttoning his pants. He pulls on my arm and makes me sit up. 

“Um- Jughead, I don’t think—” 

“Relax, I’m not going to go too far. I just need you to do this for me,” his voice almost sounded like a plead for help. His hand slides into his briefs and he groans. I widen my eyes at what he’s doing in front of me. He takes his hand out and sits down, pulling me on top of him again. “Fuck, I can’t fix this myself, Y/N. I need you,” my heart quickens at his words. 

“I don’t know how.” 

“I’ll show you, please. I need you to do this. I can’t go back down there like this,” he pleads I completely forgot that there was a party down there and that someone could walk in at any moment, but at this very moment, I didn’t care. My mind was fully aware and I was enjoying every bit of Jughead’s begging only me because I never have seen this side of him before. 

“You’re drunk.” 

“I only had three cups. Christ, please.” 

“I don’t know, Jughead.” I was a bit nervous to do whatever he wanted me to do. 

He groans in frustration. “Fuck, fine. I’ll just call Betty.” That name makes my blood boil in the way he uses it. 

“No,” I tell him and he grins at me. He knew exactly how I would react. “I’ll do it,” I mutter. He pecks my lips, suddenly, which surprised me. 

“Good,” he whispers. His stares at me as his hand take a hold of mine. He places my hand on his chest again and slowly guides it down. His breathing quickens and his lips part for what seems like the thousandth time tonight. I can’t believe I’m actually about to do this. My palms are getting sweaty, I’m so nervous. “Relax, Y/N,” Jughead’s voice was low and I try to focus which was hard because I really enjoy watching Jughead’s face. 

His breath hitches as he guides my hand down towards his briefs. He gives me a reassuring look before pushing my hand further down and he groans. I gasp as I feel him, hard against my palm. God, I never done this before. I don’t even know what to do. Jughead squeezes my hand which makes me squeeze him and he curses. “Fuck,” he then moves my hand up and down over him. “Keep doing that,, shit.” 

He removes his hand from mine and I move my hand up and down at a steady pace, trying my hardest to focus and watch him at the same time. Jughead’s heads roll back he leans back on his hands. He licks his lips before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth His hips push back up into my palm. “Fuck. Squeeze, baby.” 

I do as I’m told and he moans. His hips begin to roll my hand in a steady rhythm. I squeeze him again and he groans. “Right there,” His chips roll faster and his breathing becomes irregular before a wet spot spreads in the fabric of his briefs. 

“God, he says out of breath before he squeezes his eyes shut and collapses onto the bed. My hand was wet and clammy as I pulled away. I redundantly climb off of him to go wash my hands. My mind was replaying the entire thing in my head. I got to watch Jughead in his most vulnerable state and the best part was the fact that I was causing it. It makes me feel powerful, well only a little bit. 

Jughead walks into the bathroom moments later pantsless but with a new pair of boxers on. He leans against the counter beside me and crosses his arms. “Are you done washing your hands?” Oh, I didn’t realize I still was. My mind was still all fuzzy. How was he so calm? 

I run off the water and wipe my hands on the towel hanging beside me. “Thank you,” I hear him say and I freeze. 

“What?” I couldn’t tell if I was hearing things or not. 

“I said, thank you Y/N. Please don’t make me say it again. “ he chuckles. 

“Oh um- you’re welcome,” that comes out more of a question rather than a normal reply. Jughead suddenly gets really close to me and leans down. 

“Next time, It’ll be you,,” he whispers in my ear. His breath fanning my neck sends chills down my spine. He pulls away and winks before entering his room and grabbing his pants, sliding them on again. 

“Later, love.” was the last thing he said before he walked out of his room, leaving me alone. 

Tell me if you want part two loves. ♥ 


  • Book synopsis: Typical European style fantasy...
  • Me, yawning, taking a languid sip from my wineglass filled with room-temperature sierra mist:
  • Book synopsis: ... only the protagonist is a mouse and everyone is a small animal or bug
  • Me, gasping, shattering the wineglass in my iron grip and feeling more alive than I've felt since my 4th divorce: Go on...

“You don’t fuck other men’s arses?”

He ignores me. The hot twist of anger in my belly coils, ready to strike. “Do you let them fuck yours? Is it gross when it’s their cocks? Their side-of-the-light, non-Death Eater pricks pounding into you?”


I want to vomit. To leave him covered in it, the bastard.

He looks up at me and he’s wild-eyed, suddenly, gripping my shirt, grabbing my jaw and pulling my face in line with his. “No, No— that’s not. It’s not that, fuck, it’s not that.”

“Not what? Not that—” I can’t finish. I won’t give him this particular ammunition. Let him say the words himself.

“No, no, Malfoy. It’s not— I don’t care— no, it’s not that I don’t care, but I know you’re not, that it’s not that you’re.” He stops. Takes a deep breath, trying, I suspect, to tame the feral panic in his eyes. “Therearenoothermen.”

I don’t want to alarm u guys but there’s a chance the entire world exists in my mind and the reason everything’s going to shit is bc I’m losing my grip more and more as the years pass, the world falling apart along side the mind of its creator


Because these boys share their birthdays in the same month, I drew ‘em both!

Why is it that one of the biggest arguments against Wonder Woman is the fact that there was a romance subplot? Like honestly? It was barely even a subplot. First and foremost, Steve and Diana were friends. He helped her navigate a world she didn’t understand, but her motivations were always entirely hers. And secondly, literally almost every other action movie on this goddamn planet has a romance subplot, except the difference is they had male leads and female love interests, who are almost always damsels in distress. Diana’s romance with Steve never once made her out as someone Steve had to save, or even vice versa. They were friends and colleagues with the utmost respect for each other. No one makes this big of a fuss in male-led action movies with a romance subplot. People just take it as it is because it’s the ‘status quo’ but in order for a female-led action movie to have any merit, the woman shouldn’t have a love interest because that diminishes her strength as a woman. Well, sirs and madames, kindly fuck off. Just because Hollywood has conditioned you to believe that a woman in love is weak and submissive doesn’t actually mean it’s true. Love has always been the driving force of Diana’s moral fiber and strength. If you think her falling in love is somehow an inherent weakness of hers then you clearly don’t understand Wonder Woman to begin with. 


“Hippolyta, I love her as you do. But this is the only way to truly protect her.” Do not worry. Do not fear, Antiope wanted to tell her. This was hard for her sister, very hard. She dipped her head, sealing a wordless vow.
- excerpt from Nancy Holder, Wonder Woman: The Official Movie Novelization

There were times when I loosened my grip and roamed; often returning with parts missing. This time around I’m holding onto myself tightly and placing more importance into protecting my space and my energy.

Meggan Roxanne