only if i try hard enough but still

→ nudes, not flowers | 02

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre → smut, fuckboi!au

warnings → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE 

word count   → 10.4k 

You’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines—but you do. The problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. After that, you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions.

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps

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a/n; okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! 
+ shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt @itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls
+ also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month  ♡

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Dear future daughter,

I wanted to write this as a sort of time capsule, so that you would know how your mother was at sixteen and what I expect of you as my daughter.

I love music and singing, and I expect I’ll put you for music classes early on, unless you don’t like singing and composing which is completely okay.
You can quit and join karate or anything you want.
I won’t force you, instead I’ll let you find your own path in life, like my mom let me.

You wanna ride horses? Cool. I liked that too.
You wanna go for kickboxing and learn how to defend yourself? Cool.
You wanna do ballet and enthrall the audience with your magnificent coordination? Amazing.

Anything you want to do babe, I am hundred percent right behind you.

I am big on reading as well, and this may sound odd, but unlike dancing or singing, I would very much adore it if you loved reading as much as me.
I will introduce it gently of course, by telling you adventure stories I wrote for you, about bears and fairies, and any thing you like.
Then I would introduce all sorts of new books, the same ones my mom introduced to me,Malory Towers, St. Claires, Tin-Tin’s, Secret Seven and so on.
If you don’t like reading, I understand.
I hope you do, though.

I am really sorry but you may or may not have my acne.
I am so sorry, I know how much you suffer trying to talk to that cute boy who’s the next Zac Efron, or how hard you try to cover it up.
Or how much you cry over something that someone said about your skin.
I wish I could change things in that department but I can’t. You have combination skin just like me, and it only gets better everyday, and soon enough a beautiful sense of maturity and compassion will bloom, like those Violets you adore.

You might deal with a lot of appearance issues, and trust me, even all the way back in 2017, we still have them.
Let me tell you this, your weight is just the relationship you have with gravity.
It doesn’t define your intellect, beauty, the amount of love you can give to the universe around you.
W=m x g
That’s all weight is.
So eat that pizza, gobble that pancake and never starve yourself.
I am not saying don’t be healthy and exercise, oh no, but its okay to be kind to yourself once in a while.

I am not going to say I am not going to behind your grades, or behind you to keep them up, but I will give you a chance to improve if you mess up, which you will and thats okay.
That’s life.
To me, do what you love.
Do something that keeps you happy, something that keeps you interested.
Do something that makes you excited to walk into work.
I hope I am doing the same honestly.
To me, education is not just about books and grades, and the colleges you get into.
I’ve probably taken you to so many places in the world, and all that you’ve learned, all the food you’ve eaten, all the cultures you’ve experienced, that is what you have truly experienced. Of course, it won’t pay your bills and it sure as hell won’t help you get to college, but it will make you better citizens of this earth, better human beings, more accepting, less judgmental.

Oh my, honey, you are going to fall so hard.
For a broken boy with broken promises.
With the talented singer.
With the most popular boy in school.
With someone half way across the world.

In the end, after everyone, you will realize you don’t need to settle for someone who makes you feel terrible about yourself, you just need someone who treats you like the princess you are.
Trust me, its not the prettiest or the most popular that gets to be the keeper of your precious heart.

Of course, if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship, that’s great.
You’re a strong independent woman who doesn’t need anyone to tell her how downright amazing she is.
(feminist alert! haha)

Trust me.
They are going to break you, shatter you, make you feel like you can never love again.
You will love again though.
Again and again.

(You can change the genders above to suit you)
I expect by the time you are old enough to realize who you love, who you’re attracted to, it won’t matter.
I hope for Goodness sakes, we live in progressive times.
If we don’t, I will love you no matter what, if you’re bi, demi, gender fluid or anyone.
I will love you the same.
Coming out will be the easiest thing you will ever have to do, I promise.

Well, I am an agnostic, but if you decide that you want to follow a religion I will allow it.
Preferably Hinduism because that would make my mom and dad, (your grandma and grandpa happy) but if its Buddhism, Christianity or any religion, be my guest.
Explore, decide and tell me.
I will respect you if you decide to believe in a higher power, because I think that takes a certain amount of strength.

I might get mad at you, scream, cry and you have to realize I am not perfect.
Far from it.
I just want you to be a nice, respectful and loving human being.
Your grades and talents are secondary to me.
Sure I might not buy everything you want me to, but I promise I will provide you with everything you need.

I need to leave now, but it’s been great getting to know you,
this is sixteen year old me signing out.

If you had told Dex even a week ago that he would willingly be sharing a blanket with Derek Nurse on the floor of the Haus living room all afternoon, pressed together so close they’re practically in each other’s laps, he would’ve laughed in your face.

Now, he just bangs a fist against the side of the old space heater in front of them and subtly pulls Nursey a little closer into his side. Not that there’s all that much closer to pull him.

“I told them,” he mutters. “Draft fucking central.”

He not so much sees as senses Nursey roll his eyes. “Rans and Holtzy not letting you replace all the windowpanes last year is not why the heating went out, yo.”

Intellectually, Dex know this. But it’s easier to blame their former captains for their current predicament than it is to blame the fact that he’s let routine Haus maintenance slide so much this semester that they’ve ended up here. Because if Dex doesn’t keep a close eye on things like the barely functioning water heater, or the garbage disposal that’s missing two blades and is about to fall out of the sink entirely, who will?

Except, well, he’s been distracted this year. From the moment he got back from summer break and moved into the attic with Nursey, he’s been… distracted.

Nursey is distracting.

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You left your mark on me, and I can’t forget you. Its like no matter what I fucking do, your name is tattooed on my heart and trust me I tried to get rid of it. Tried to cover it with a different name, tried to drink it away, tried to stop feeling you through my veins but nothing ever works. Everything goes back to you.
Its always you. Its you all the damn time. Its you when I’m with him. Its you when I’m alone. Its you no matter what I do or who I’m doing it with and I give up.
I give up on trying to erase you. I give up on trying to replace you with something else, anything else because it only brings me back to the place I was when you decided I was no longer enough for you.
And I don’t understand why its so hard to forget a person who forgot you first. I don’t understand how I can still feel the exact same way we met when I don’t even really know you anymore. You only exist in my memories and the pictures I still have of you.
You are just a ghost of everything that ever was yet I still feel everything so damn clearly, as if we were back 6 months ago in your car when you first told me you loved me.
Everything is so damn clear except your so far away I don’t know how I can still see you so well.
—  You’re in my veins

Ok, for all my fellow makeup wearing dick-suckers, listen up. Ya’ll might be wondering what kind of setting spray is good enough to keep your makeup intact and is still pretty affordable. Well recently I got to actually try out the Hard Candy Fast and Fabulous Setting Spray, for only $6 at Walmart, that thing keep my eyeliner wings and eyebrows on fleek, my highlight looking bomb af, my contour on point, and my mascara DID NOT RUN AT ALL, after I went absolutely crazy on that pole. Now, all of this happened after partying for four hours straight and I had been sweating like crazy. That setting spray got me looking like a Queen after partying and sucking dick.

If anyone got any suggestions for actual good blowjob proof lipstick or lip gloss, please help a sister out.


It’s hard to comprehend the level of support, if I’m being completely honest. I’ve only been in this industry like 6 years, and still, it’s just impossible to understand. I mean, all I can do is try and thank everyone as often as I can. You feel like you honestly just run out of words. They are… incredible people. And also the reason why I felt comfort enough to kinda you know, step out of my comfort zone and do some stuff on my own outside the band. That’s kinda all down to them.

KPOP Male Groups as Types of High School Students
  • <p> <b>Astro:</b> freshman; always does homework, is very neat<p/><b>Seventeen:</b> sophmore but seem like a junior; the theater student who don't know how to calm tf down, is friends with everyone, even the teachers and lunchlady and principal<p/><b>NCT U/127:</b> obvious freshman with the talent of a Junior; awkward kid who always laughs nervously and never has a definite seat at any lunch table<p/><b>SF9:</b> freshman; aren't friends with anyone they just go straight home after school and work<p/><b>Monsta X:</b> sophmore; the music students who are very close with the theater students<p/><b>Super Junior:</b> the really nice college student who comes back and visit the school to talk to the students and by students I mean Seventeen<p/><b>GOT7:</b> Junior; the ones who are try-hard cool but not really cool, does just enough homework to get by<p/><b>Victon:</b> freshman; just transfered into the school, no one really knows who they are but they seem cool<p/><b>up10tion:</b> sophmore; studies really hard but still only gets 68% on the test<p/><b>ToppDogg:</b> senior; visual art student who no one pays attention to<p/><b>SHINee:</b> college student; used to be un chill but now are chill (kind of), seventeen stalks them whenever they come back to visit the school<p/><b>BTS:</b> skipped a grade to senior; everyone looks up to them; does all the extra credit, always seem tired but put on a strong face for the little freshies<p/><b>BIGBANG:</b> graduate student; is too busy working on their thesis to deal with anyone else<p/><b>EXO:</b> super senior; is tired of school, does so well every time that people take it for granted, everyone forgot about them after they were supposed to graduate, has way too many inside jokes<p/><b>ikon:</b> is never in class<p/><b>VARSITY:</b> eighth grader<p/><b>NCT Dream:</b> sixth grader<p/></p>

I let a guy touch me and I thought I was drunk enough to make myself want it but I started shaking so hard that I had to push him away. The only time you ever made me shake that hard was when I found out about her.

Nobody would ever think I’ve been in love. They can’t see any scars across the left side of my chest and they don’t feel the way my throat burns when I think about letting somebody new in. They think I’m scared, but really I can only fall for the ones that make me feel like I’d be a fool to think that they’d love me.

I turned into a girl who gets drunk on tequila by herself and drinks the whole bottle of wine without wincing. I turned into the girl who became so scared of the addictive way I could love you that I made myself find an addiction that is less toxic than trying to be good enough for you.

No matter how many empty bottles I go through, I still don’t let strangers get too close. I still shake so hard at the thought of someone else’s arms around me that I’ve started watching TV to help me try to fall asleep. I was never enough for you, and I’m scared I’ll never let myself stop remembering everything I need to forget.

—  TV screens are the only thing that put me to bed now that you’re not there to hold me

Take Me Away (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine being an inmate in Arkham Asylum and seducing your new blue-eyed doctor to help you escape.”

Requested by @arkhamstates: “Can you write an au where the joker is the reader’s psychiatrist in Arkham asylum? (or any other thing, just the joker is the good guy and the reader is the bad guy xD)

Warnings: Minor violence.

Arkham Asylum.

How does someone describe such a place? The view that you had from your small bared window was horrible. The food was disgusting and mushy. The beds were hard and uncomfortable. Not to mention that the guards were assholes.

You rocked back and forth in your chair, your arms were restrained in the tight material of the straight jacket that you had been forced into. The rain pounded against the windows and walls as you patiently waited. You could hear the voices from the other side of the door and then the door opened. You expected to see the ugly face of your doctor, but you were pleasantly surprised.

“Sorry for the wait.”

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Sweet Creature  {T.H}

A/N: This fic is based on the song ‘Sweet Creature’ By Harry Styles

Words: Around 800

Warnings: Mentions of depression

You stood a reasonable distance from Tom, still unable to look him in the eyes after your recent argument. You two didn’t argue often, in fact barely ever, that’s what made this situation ten times worse.

You loved him, you loved him more than life itself but sometimes it got too much.

Tom was constantly away filming, doing press tours, conventions and interviews, you missed him beyond words.

Your depression was an ancient factor in your relationship, it was something you’d learnt to deal with over the years. But while Tom was away, old habits would come back.

You’d find yourself lying awake, staring at his side of the bed. Playing with your food instead of eating it, letting it go cold and sometimes soggy. Forgetting to do things like taking out the trash, or cleaning the fridge until things began to smell bad.
Tom had been so busy with work that he hadn’t noticed when things began to crumble around you again, just as you’d thought everything was okay.

You had become isolated from friends and family, your only company while he was away had been Tessa and he’d been to distracted to notice.

You felt empty, that was the only way of describing it without going into too much detail about the constant sinking feeling in your chest.

You didn’t want to be selfish, If anything you were beyond happy that Tom was doing what he had a passion for. All you wanted was a few more phone calls, a text a day.

Like any girlfriend would, you wanted affection.

“What happened to you and me, Tom?” you shout “What happened to not letting fame change who you are?” You wipe away the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, not wanting Tom to see just how badly the argument was affecting you.

Tom gripped his hair harshly and let out a shaky breath “I’m trying Y/N! God i’m trying so hard to make this work!” He looked just as broken as you after hours of back and forth bickering and screaming. The bags under his eyes from hours and hours of filming only added to the look.

“Do you still want to be with me?” You asked. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of his answer.

What if he didn’t want you anymore? Were you too much?

“I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough” Tom had said, not realising that in fact, you were always the one to call, always the one to text, always the one to make the first move when it came to communication.

You’d finally had enough of the silence, it was sharp enough to be cut with even the dullest of knives.

“I’m going to shower, then hopefully we can talk about this” You spoke, head still down and cloudy eyes.

You were unsure of how long you’d been letting the water run for, 10 minutes? Maybe 20? The warm water was soothing and if you could, you stand under it for hours on end.

It was no surprise when Tom stepped in, letting the warm water run over him. Personally Tom prefered his showers hot, which he knew you didn’t like very much because you hated when your skin would go red and blotchy after.

Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around your waist protectively and you didn’t fight it, argueing took a lot out of the both of you and right now all you wanted was his affection. Something you’d missed majorly while he was away.

There was nothing sexual about that moment, no lust, there was purely love, two hearts in one home, making up for lost time.

"It’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn, i know” Tom was right, the both of you were beyond stubborn and it was something you’d worried about early on in your relationship. But it was something that you’d both managed to work through.

You couldn’t say anything and Tom wasn’t expecting you too, instead he kept his arms secured around you and placed a loving kiss onto your forehead, keeping his lips there for a moment.

Leaning back into his arms, you sighed and finally felt the contentment that you’d been missing for months.

Wherever i go, you bring me home” Tom whispered, it was just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower “You’ll bring me home”

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Tags: @lucayaatrash @khai-day-the-13th @comehomespiderman

Someone told me ‘breaking’s the easy part’
And I guess they made that up because
breaking is fucking hard;

I’m trying to keep myself whole long enough until I’m home again
But someone will notice my hands are shaking or
how I’m actually not really smiling and they will ask or
look at me with those eyes and I will cry

Or no one will ask, and no one will notice
that my hands are desperately searching for something to hold
and they are shaking because they only know you

No one will wonder how I can hold all my pieces and make it seem like they still stick together
And you were a comfort I could come back to
to tell me I still mattered

Someone told me ‘breaking’s the easy part’
And now I know they made that up because
breaking hasn’t been easy;

I gather myself back up every morning
trying to find the pieces that go together
Sometimes I don’t have enough time to find them
Some parts I haven’t seen in months

And no one asks, even though they notice
I see them flinch at that gaping hole where there used to be
a comfort I could come back to

telling me I still mattered

you-can-all-eat-shit  asked:





what is this madness he is not ready

You too?

Age of Ultron was playing earlier on TV and although this imagine has nothing to do with AoU, it was sort of inspired by the ending where Steve and Natasha were training the new team. (it just makes me all the more excited to watch Infinity War). Thank you so much for your endless support, guys! I really appreciate it and even those comments you leave or messages you give, I always appreciate them and whenever I receive them, they make me endlessly happy and often makes my day! 

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You slam your arm on the ground, breaking your fall and Natasha stands over you, shaking her head. “You are still pulling your punches, Y/N.” She tells you before holding her hand out. You grab on to it and she pulls you up. “How many times have I told you?”

“I’m trying,” You pause to wipe your sweat away from your face. This is only your fifth month training and if you compared yourself now and when you first started, you could barely land a punch on Natasha five months ago. 

Natasha shakes her head. “You are not trying hard enough, Y/N.” Natasha exclaims harshly and you flinch slightly. “The difference between staying alive and being dead is that pull.” Natasha points out and as much as you want to refute her, you know there is a lot of truth behind her words so all you could do is just nod your head.

Natasha takes a good look at you. Truthfully speaking, you are doing really well, keeping up with her intense training. Initially, when Rhodey had first recruited you in to the team, she had her reservations about you but after five months of training, Natasha knows you just need to stop doubting yourself and you would be ready.

“Let’s take five.” Natasha says as she pads over to the bench, picking up her own water bottle. You follow after her, picking up your own bottle and towel. You take a few gulps of water before placing your water bottle back down beside your duffel bag.

Ignoring Natasha’s gaze on you, you simply head over to the punching bag. She keeps telling you to stop pulling your punches. You roll your eyes before cracking your knuckles. You are going to show her that you know and can stop yourself from pulling your punches. Pulling your arm back, you gather all of the force and pound your fist away on the punching bag, causing the punching bag to swing back, exploding in midair, sending all of the stuffing flying through the atmosphere.

“Oh crap.” You stare at the demolished punching bag and you could hear Natasha chuckling behind you.

“Keep that up and you’ll be able to survive another day.” Natasha tells you, amused by your reaction.

But just as you are about to turn around to head back to Natasha, you hear someone step inside the room and a very familiar voice greets you.


You whip around and your jaw drops when you see none other than Peter Parker standing by the door, staring at you with his jaw slightly open and eyes wide in awe. “Peter?”

Natasha raises her eyebrows, looking at the two of you. Peter stumbles forward slightly the same moment you take a step forward.

“What are you doing here?” The both of you said at the same time, causing Natasha to smirk once she finally sees what’s going on. So she picks up her bottle and her own towel before stealthily leaving the training room.

“You first.” Peter hurriedly says as he glances at the punching bag you had just demolished before looking at you. Of all the places, he did not think he would be meeting you here. The two of you are not necessarily friends but Peter shares a lot of his classes with you and it would be a lie if Peter said he has never noticed you before. He has and right now, he is a little more floored and confused.

“I guess I am an avenger in training.” You shrug your shoulders – technically you aren’t wrong. You are still in training and have yet to be an avenger. “What about you? Are you an Avenger?” You honestly never thought Peter – the cute, quiet, smart Peter Parker – is a part of this entire thing.

Peter mulls over his answer before nodding his head slowly. “Yeah, basically?” He didn’t sound sure at all causing you to giggle quietly at his response. “I’m… Spiderman?”

This time you could not help but giggle out loud. “Is that a statement or a question?” You ask him before his words finally sinks in your head and you stare at him in surprise. “Spiderman? So you were the one who saved the Decathlon team? I saw video footage of that and it was amazing – you are amazing!” You gush. You respect for Peter has just shot up through the roof.

Peter smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Y-yeah.” He meets your eyes and Peter flushes when you send him a smile.

“What were you about to do before you came here?” You finally realize that Natasha’s not in the room and you don’t know if you want to thank her for leaving you to talk with Peter together or get angry that she left you with Peter alone because now that you are with him, you really cannot ignore the small crush you have on him.

“I was supposed to do some training…” He trails off before quickly adding. “Do you think we can train together?” Peter asks you.

You nod your head, giving him a small smile. “Of course – Natasha bailed on me.” Peter looks around and lets out a chuckle when he realizes that Natasha had definitely bailed on you. “But you better not be pulling your punches with me, Peter.”

He immediately shakes his head. “Of – of course not!”

Heated Jealousy || Taehyung

Request - 1.  Anonymous said: Hii again!!! I want you to make a smut with Taehyung and with a bit sadness at the beginning but at the end, I’d like to end up with a rough smut and fluffy ending!!! Thnx 😘😘    

                 2.  Anonymous said: 안녕하세요~!! Can you make a scenario with Taehyung being his girlfriend jealous, but at the end they are both turned on and have rough sex?                    

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Angst (Jealousy), Smut

Summary - Getting jealous is one of the traits that turn Taehyung on regardless of what you say or do.Consider it his kink. *wink wink*

Warning - Oral, daddy kink, dom-sub

Spending a weekend at home was probably the last thing you’d wanted to do.

Sighing, you plopped onto the sofa and lazily picked on the cushions, too bored out of your mind to even bother noticing your phone vibrating on the table in front of you.

Only when it began ringing the second time, did you push yourself up with a groan and picked the phone up, pressing the speaker on, Taehyung’s voice immediately greeting you.

Perhaps he was bored too.

‘Hey, Y/N, I called to say I won’t be making it home in another three-to-four hours, okay?’ His lazy voice indicated the hours of lecture he’d been going through since morning was nothing pleasant either. Who had lectures during the weekend anyway?

You sighed through your nose, ‘Why?’

'Tutoring’ He said, his voice clipped. You stiffened instantly. Tutoring was fine - but if the person-

'With?’ Taehyung knew the tone too well. He was inwardly squirming already at the possible wrath he would face later at home. But strangely, he still smiled.

'Look, Y/N, it’s just for this month. We have our mid-terms coming up and I can’t fail it. You know how important that scholarship is for me.’ He was right - you did know how important the lectures were for him. Still, that didn’t answer your question. But it didn’t have to. The tired and exhausted breath that clung to his voice as he explained it as sweetly as he could, answered enough.

'Is she the only person who can tutor you?’ You asked, trying to sound as bored as possible. If you were really bored, then keeping the tightness in your voice from him wouldn’t be so hard, right?


'Yes, baby. She is.’ The faint ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece seemed to amplify as though Taehyung’s own life was timed - or perhaps your anger.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you tried not to yell as you loosed a shaky breath and spoke, 'Okay, cool. See you in the evening.’ And the call cut as swiftly as a knife would.

Your head was pounding. That girl - that tutor - his classmate - she made you want to shatter things. You didn’t know if he was just too blind, or naïve, or incredulous, or all three - but you had seen the hunger in her eyes as she had watched him, the last time you’d crossed paths. If she as much as breathed wrong in his direction-
You didn’t want to complete the thought.

You trusted Taehyung. Enough to know he would push her away if she was to get too touchy. Enough to know he would come home to you and make it up to you. Yet somewhere, a tendril of guilt pulled at your heart. For all that he was working hard, if this was how you were going to pay him back with…

You shook your head. You had every right to be…jealous. There, you said it. Although you hadn’t wanted to admit it to him, he knew you way too well to not see through that fake wall of 'oh-she’s-really-nice’ attitude.

Now, all you had left to do was wait for your boyfriend to come home. And maybe not throw things or pull your hair out as you did so.

The hours went by like years. Every minute you’d heard even the slightest rustling of leaves or the tapping of a tree branch against the window - your head would snap to the door.

Three-to-four hours. That’s what he’d said. And only two had passed. Your hand itched to type - to let him know you were anything but patiently awaiting his arrival - to let him know you were really missing him. It was genuine, though. You had that much courtesy. A weekend with hours to spend - why spend it alone when you had a boyfriend to spend it with. Except yours was not at home. Or with you.

You sprawled on the sofa, and like that, another hour passed.

With every other half an hour, your position on the furniture shifted - your legs would be on the arms of the couch, hanging by its side, or your head would be dipped by the front, your legs resting on top of the couch. Even with blood rushing to your head you couldn’t calm yourself down.

Then you heard the fumbling of keys. And the turning of the lock. And then shuffling of feet as the person finally got in and closed the door. By then, you had straightened up, your butt resting where it was supposed to, before it was off the furniture.

'I’m home- Y/N?’ He sounded surprised as you rushed past him, your feet thundering on the floor as you made your way to your shared room. Perhaps he could sleep on the sofa tonight. It served him enough to come home an hour late.

'Y/N,’ you heard him before he’d made his way to the room you were in, your back facing him as you stood in front of the window - the sun setting behind the buildings as the time ticked into evening.

Again, the same exhausted voice sounded as he repeated your name, but this time in close proximity. He was tired - you knew it. But you just couldn’t stand it. His hands came to rest on both your shoulders, and you could feel the the ring - the one you’d gifted him - digging into your shoulder as he pressed his fingers around both your shoulders. They were small enough to disappear into his large hands. And you liked that.

He turned you around slowly, and you braced yourself as you heard a gasp leave his lips. A gasp so quiet but sharp, before he whispered, 'Baby…’

Your glistened eyes watched his exposed chest, the first two buttons kept unbuttoned as he had rushed today morning.

'Why are you crying?’ His soft, baritone voice rang in your ears and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. This was stupid - you couldn’t believe you were crying over this.

'I can’t take it, Taehyung.’ You confessed. And you didn’t have to explain what you were talking about. He knew exactly just what - who - you were referring to.

And in a voice he’d never used with you before, he said, 'We’ve talked about this, Y/N.’

It was disappointment. And the edge of his temper. You were really yanking at it. Even with that tone, you didn’t stop. And you just really wanted to slap yourself for it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did before you.

'I don’t care, Taehyung. It just really, really bothers me how you don’t notice how she looks at you,’ You spoke calmly, even your temper tipping off the edge.

He let your shoulders go, his hands going deep into his pockets as his eyes fixated on you. You knew where this was going - the gesture itself screamed, run.

'And why should I? I have my girlfriend in front of me to know I have nobody else to to look at. To need to look at.’ He countered, and you would’ve swooned if it weren’t for that little devil of jealousy dancing inside you. Your eyes looked at him beneath your eyebrows before you tipped your head to look up at him.

'So even if she made a move on you, you’d just brush it off saying that I’m your girlfriend and you have nobody else to touch-’

'Y/N!’ you flinched as he raised his voice, 'That’s enough! I’ve had enough of your shit about that girl. She’s just as harmless as you are. And if you maybe could look beyond that jealousy, you’d see it.’ His voice lowered considerably, but you hadn’t cowered. You held his stare, and him yours, and then you noticed his eyes. His pupils had dilated a great deal.

You opened your mouth, ready to verbally slap him, to point out that you weren’t as jealous as he was claiming you to be when you felt the ghost of a touch linger around your jaw, before he surely grabbed it, his thumb grazing over the border of your mouth before it moved to caress your cheek.

Your heart thundered in your chest, 'So it’s alright for you to be an over-protective bastard when I simply smile at a guy, while I can’t even breath wrong towards a girl who’s probably touched you?’

A faint flash of amusement flickered across his brown orbs as you spoke. You hadn’t noticed he’d been nudging you towards the wall beside the window until your back was pressed surely against it, the coldness stinging your exposed shoulders, the tank top now seemed to have being nothing but a nuisance as he kept watching you. He ran a seductive tongue over his lips, as he watched your own.

'Yes, princess. That’s correct, but don’t worry, she was nowhere near me,’ He breathed, his hands now falling down your sides slowly as he dragged his fingers delicately along the length of your arms before gripping your wrists roughly enough to contrast with the way he spoke, and pinning them smack above you against the cold wall. He pressed his body against yours, his exposed chest seeming to gleam against the golden-orange light that bled through the window. And as he pressed further, you felt the undeniably large evidence of his arousal against your core, letting you loosen a whimper at the attention.

'Because,’ He continued, and you had long forgotten what he’d been blabbering about, 'Only I get to touch you like this,’ his hand dipped down your arms that were held by his other, and fell against your breasts, his fingers kneading you through the material of your flimsy tank top. He smirked - not wearing a bra was definitely a wise decision.

'Only I get to feel you like this,’ he pressed his groin against yours in emphasis, and moved so subtly you had to close your eyes to feel it. 'And only I get to kiss you like this,’ he finally added, before he pressed his mouth against yours, and began kissing you so wickedly, so feverishly, it was like he was more than just ready to devour you whole - and god be damned, did you like that idea.

He pulled away, and you almost whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth, your hands falling by your sides again. His eyes gleamed in the light, and the lust you saw there - sugar coated with dominance and passion - drove you crazy. Let the tutor be damned.

‘I wonder what that mouth can do, other than whine about me wanting to study, hmm?’ He drawled, and you felt your mouth water. The thought of him filling your mouth-

‘Come here,’ His deep, guttural voice broke through your train of thoughts - more like images - as he brought you back to reality. As though under his command, your legs carried you to him, his hands hanging loosely by his sides while he stood a few feet in front of you, his eyes dragging over your body like a scanner. Once you got in arms length of reach, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, gathering you in his arms before he claimed your mouth once more. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in. His tongue brushed over your lip and you were more than just ecstatic to let him in, letting him dominate over you as much as he wanted to.

And then his arousal poked your thigh - and it was like feeling skin wrapped steel as it did so. You ran a palm down his torso, and his stomach before placing a palm on him, before rubbing him through the material, a growl erupting from him and swallowed by you.

You pulled away and before he could say anything, you pushed him hard enough to make the back of his knees collide against the bed and let him fall on the mattress. You walked closer to him, getting down on your knees as close as possible to his clothed member before yanking the zip down and unbuckling his pants, pulling the material down along with his boxers. It was more than just a sight to behold. A moan escaped your lips.

‘Show Daddy how that lovely mouth works wonders, kitten.’ Was all he needed to say before you grabbed him eagerly, giving him a few teasing pumps, before you leaned in and licked a good length from the base and along his shaft up until his tip. The groan that left his mouth was so deep you felt you’d become undone right there.

You wrapped your lips tight around his shaft, taking him in enough to reach the back of your tongue, but not deep enough for his tip to collide with the back of your throat. You were teasing him so subtly - but he knew you too well, enjoyed it too well, to refrain himself from thrusting into your mouth. And when you bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob, his hands weaved into your hair and clutched tighter, his hips momentarily bucking into your mouth, ‘That’s it kitten, take all of Daddy,’ He moaned deeply, and you obeyed. And boy were you God gifted to not have a gag reflex. Because his next thrust went so deep, that when it touched the back of your throat, you’d felt him twitch, as though ready to come, but he growled loudly, ‘No.’

He pulled himself out of your mouth, and you felt your saliva mixed with his pre cum dripping down the corner of your mouth, his hungry eyes taking the sight in before he leaned forward, his member touching his shirt covered toned stomach as he placed a sloppy kiss onto your lips, licking away the trickle of fluid, ‘Get on me, baby girl.’ 

You instantly got to your feet, and almost hissed as the burning on your knees finally registered - carpet burns. And the angry red on your knees were  enough for him to see before he looked up at you, and as though a switch clicked in him, he stood up. ‘You know what, I have a much better idea.’

Your heart hammered so loud it echoed in your ears as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing over a sensitive spot beneath your ear, his arms wrapping around you securely and pulling you closer to him. His chest remained glossy, and the buttons too annoying to keep them together. Your hands worked on them but he simply moved them away, before you felt a silky material wrap itself around your wrists. You gasped as the sight of his discarded tie around your wrists came into view.

Picking you up, he placed you on the dresser behind you that you hadn’t noticed he’d been leading you towards. Your tied hands immediately went over his head, resting on his shoulder blades before he pulled you closer to him, your clothed core meeting his bare shaft, your eyes closing in response. By instinct, your head dipped backwards, and you felt his lips latch onto the skin of your neck, where he began suckling and kissing, nipping at certain parts where he knew was the most pleasurable for you. You let out a breathy moan as you felt him nearing your breasts.

‘Do I make you feel good, Y/N?’ His head reappeared, and you brought your head back up, your half lidded eyes meeting his blazed and lust-filled ones, his hands already kneading the skin under your tank top of your back.

‘Hmm?’ You hummed, as you felt one of his hands make its way towards your throbbing heat, anticipating the much needed attention from him. As you waited with closed eyes, his hand moved closer, his fingers expertly maneuvering around your inner thighs before settling flat over your heat.

‘Must I repeat my question, love?’ He whispered, his mouth so close to your ear, his breath tickled your ear lobe. Goosebumps rose on the surface of your skin and you looked at him, ‘You make me feel more than just good, Daddy.’ You breathed.

His eyes crinkled ever so slightly as his lips twitched, ‘Good girl, kitten.’ He began moving his fingers roughly against your clothed heat, it already being wet from all the sexual tension that had been hanging since the moment he had turned you around at the window, and since the moment you had caught sight of his gleaming chest. And now when you watched him, his eyes trained on your parted lips, you noticed the glimmering of the chain he always wore.

Right then, you moaned, ‘I need you, Taehyung.’ You dared use his name, but rather than him stopping, you only heard him growl, ‘Fuck this shit. Come here, Y/N.’ And what happened next was simply a blur of moans, and kisses and a whole lot of fucking.

You felt his fingers tear away the shorts from your hips, dragging your underwear along with it, the tip of his member greeting you almost instantly. Your hands remained behind his head, tied and bounded while he unbuttoned his shirt with one free hand, while he held you with his other. As his shirt came free, his hands pulled you closer to him as possible, his shimmering and toned chest finally meeting your clothed one. And with that one pull, he had you filled. Filled to the brim. You let out a yelp as you felt him stretch you massively, his member getting harder inside you as you bucked your hips against his, indicating it was okay to move. After that, it was as though he had completely forgotten what mercy was.

He thrusted, hard and deep into you, your breasts bouncing behind your tank top that he was (in the heat of the moment) too annoyed to bear - leading to his hand grabbing the front of your top and rip it, it falling apart in two pieces. But you were too into the moment to even care - or hear the material ripping.

He moved faster, his hands working wonders on your hardened nipples while you grabbed what you could of his hair, his lips latching onto your lips in a hungry, heated kiss.

‘I believe this is more than just enough to let you know that you belong to me, no, kitten?’ He growled in a predatory-like voice onto your lips, your eyes struggling to stay open as you felt your release fast-approaching, ‘And you, me, Daddy.’ You breathed in broken whispers, your walls tightening around him, the dresser under you banging against the wall as he pushed harder into you.

He groaned, in what you thought was his response as his thrusts began slacking, his eyes shutting tight as he led the two of you to euphoria. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as you bucked your hips, feeling his release spill inside you whilst you released around him, your moans chorused as you dipped your head onto his shoulder.

You legs unwrapped in fatigue, your hands doing the same, as you breathed heavily onto his sweaty skin. You felt him pull out of you, his chuckle reverberating inside you as he whispered, ‘Always, Y/N.’ And it took you a second before you recognized that as his response to your claim.

You brought your head back up, anything but exhaustion in his eyes seen as he smugly said, ‘Up for round two, kitten? Or do you have more to whine about?’

And you certainly did whine the next morning as you got up to walk.

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Your Curse, My Blessing.

A/N: some random spideypool smut for youuu~! Short and rushed but ohh welll.


Pairing: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson 

Warnings: NSFW, language, drinking, intoxicated sex, drug use, viagra, non-consensual drug use, spiked drinks, anal sex, dirty talk, oral, Peter is legal, Peter can drink, teasing, riding, sorta lap dance, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, multiple positions. 


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anonymous asked:

How much I want Alec to wake up in the middle of the night and sleepily pad his way across the loft to get a snack, only to pick up a jar of spider legs and freak the fuck out. Magnus comes swooping in ready for battle, but realizes what's happened and just moves a couple jars over, hands a still stunned Alec a box of crackers, then goes back to sleep.

oaijwef i don’t know if show alec also has arachnophobia tbh, but sleepy alec searching through bottles in the pantry at night would be adorable. and when he grows familiar enough with the apartment that he can pick something out with ease without even really looking? kill me

also jace moving in, and just really trying hard not to accidentally pick up this stuff and magnus and alec being little shits and they’re like – jace?? what are you having??? and it’s really just regular tea or something but they just pretend like he’s ingested some terrible warlock ingredient. alec gives it up first when he can’t help but snicker.

anyway, magnus and alec being that couple who teases people together and snicker with each other about how hilarious they are is something i sincerely need.

Night Changes

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, unwanted sexual advances (It’s mild but it still might be graphic guys, read with caution) forced kissing, mentioned violence, angst 

Word Count: 1660

Summary: You see Sebastian out a bar months after you broke up and make a decision that goes horribly wrong. 

Request: Hello! Could I request prompt #8 ‘can you hold me?’ With Sebastian Stan? Like they broke up a while ago and one day she is drunk and it’s raining and they run into each other at the bar and he drives her home and fluff perhaps?

A/N: Thanks for the request Sweetheart, hope this is what you were looking for ! I deviated away from the prompt a little, and it’s way more angsty but this was just the idea that came to me. 

Admittedly, it should never have gotten to the point that it did. 

I should have had control over myself, over my emotions. I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did and I certainly shouldn’t have been dancing as provocatively as I was with a man I didn’t know, letting him think that this was heading somewhere it wasn’t. I could still feel the way his fingers had dug into my hips as he rutted up against my ass and it made me feel sick. His breath had been stale with beer and I could still taste it no matter how many times I washed my mouth out. It was like he was lingering on me, reminding me of everything that had happened.

The night had started out harmlessly enough, a few drinks with the girls after work at the bar just down the road from our office. It had only just opened up and there was no better opportunity to try it out than Friday afternoon after a hard, gruelling week. We were having fun, teasing Sarah over her crush on our boss while we worked our way through our second round of cocktails.

It was only when I offered to get the next round that I saw him, the breath catching in my throat as he laughed, tilting his head back to finish off the beer in his hand while clapping the other onto his friends back. I stood there, in the same spot I’d frozen, just staring. It had been months since I’d seen him, since we’d called things off and honestly, it still hurt just as much as it had back then. Our lives had been in different places, his job taking him away for months at a time while mine continued here in New York.

We had the long distance relationship down pat, phone calls, texts and skype, we managed. But it was when he came home that the problems arose, each of us having to learn how to be together again. It was inevitable that our relationship was going to end.

A knock to my shoulder brought me back from my thoughts, my tongue licking over my lips as I continued on my way to the bar, my heart hammering inside of my chest. He looked happy, at ease and it only made me feel worse.

I took a deep breath as I rested my hands on top of the bar, my fingers drumming on the hard mahogany surface.
“What can I get for you?”
“Vodka,” I answered. “Straight, in a shot.”
The bartender quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf behind him, pouring out the shot and placing it in front of me. I threw it back quickly, wincing as the alcohol burned down the back of my throat, the tears stinging at the corner of my eyes at the strong taste. When it was all the way down, I raised my hand for another.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (4)

Part 4 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,101 

You were pushed up against the wall with Minseok and Sehun on either side of you and two knives up against your throat. Your heart was banging against your chest but you were too stunned to cry at this time. You felt as though time had stopped.

“What address do you want us to send the dismembered parts to?” Minseok asked, smiling into your ear, pressing his blade closer to your skin. You closed your eyes and swallowed hard, only a miracle could save you now.
“You really need to learn how to answer questions that are directed towards you bitch. Although I guess that won’t matter by the time we’re done with you.” He said, lightly running his blade down the left side of your throat and leaving some blood in its path, he looked directly into your eyes and smiled licking his blade clean. He really was mad. You were concentrating on the small speck of your blood that had been left behind on the corner of his mouth, when you were interrupted by a sharp pain. Sehun was dragging his knife down your right thigh, painfully slowly. You cried out in pain making both him and Minseok laugh.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You turned to your right.

Kyungsoo. Oh God not another, two was enough you didn’t need three of them ripping away at your skin.
Sehun jumped up slightly, dropping his knife to the ground. Whilst Minseok looked towards Kyungsoo with an unimpressed expression.
“What?” he mumbled, “can’t you see we’re busy?” He placed his knife against your throat again.

“Junmyeon isn’t going to be happy about his; I already told you guys if anyone’s to deal with her it’s going to be him!”
Junmyeon? You hadn’t heard that name before and you were beginning to wonder just how many of these men there were.
Minseok paused, letting out a heavy breath, which you felt ripple through the hairs on your neck. He pulled the knife away from your neck and turned round slowly to meet Kyungsoo’s eyes. Maybe this was your miracle.

“You seem to be forgetting that I’m the oldest Kyungsoo. I’ll do what I want, when I want to do it.”
You tried to edge slowly away from them, but you were unsuccessful in your attempt. Grabbing your wrist, Minseok pulled you back and threw you against the wall. “I’m not done with you yet, bitch!” he spat, turning to look at you over his shoulder, then redirecting his gaze back to Kyungsoo.

“Minseok. Stop before Junmyeon finds out.” Kyungsoo snatched the knife out of Sehun’s hand and stretched his hand out towards Minseok, waiting for him to give him his knife.

“Stop before I find out what?”

You looked to your left and saw Suho standing in a white robe. “What’s all this noise, and why are you all up at this time.” He looked around the corridor before his eyes rested on you. “What is she doing here?” He frowned looking up at Kyungsoo.

“I don’t know Junmyeon, I just got here” Kyungsoo said walking up to him and giving him the knife he’d retrieved from Sehun. You were so confused, why was he calling Suho Junmyeon? And why was Kyungsoo always requesting for Chanyeol to call him D.O. for that matter.
Minseok scoffed, turning around to you and placing the blade right under your chin. You shook your head, “Please, please don’t do this.” you sniffed, tears escaping your eyes.

“Shut up!” he half-shouted, “crying only makes me want to hurt you more.”

“Minseok, what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?!” Suho raced up beside him dragging him back by the shoulder and pulling him off of you. “I said if Chanyeol messes up then I’ll deal with her, I made that very clear.”
Minseok pushed Suho backwards onto the wall next to you and positioned himself in front of him. His face had turned red and his chest was heaving with rage. You took this opportunity to try and edge yourself a little further away from them. “I’ll do what I want when I want Junmyeon!”
Suho pushed him back and punched him in jaw. “Put the knife away Minseok! Now!”
“NO!” Minseok screamed, “Where is my respect! Why don’t any of you fucking respect me!?” He threw his knife at the opposite side of the room.

“AHH FUCK!” you heard Kyungsoo scream. Your eyes widened in shock and horror. The knife had gone straight into Kyungsoo’s shoulder; he doubled over in pain, trying to pull the blade out.

“Don’t. You’ll only bleed more if you do.” You said in one breath, trying to calm yourself down as you were still in shock from the situation. Also you didn’t desire to see blood spurting out from his shoulder into every direction; you had seen enough blood for one night. All of a sudden Minseok had spun around, slapping you hard across the face. “Shut up! This is all your fault you bitch. I promise you, you won’t be alive and breathing for much longer.”
You cried, the burning sensation on your cheek becoming too much. You let your body slide down the length of the wall that your back was still flat against and watched as Minseok stormed off and disappeared out of sight around the corner.

“Sehun, go and get Baekhyun. Kyungsoo needs help. And you” Suho sneered stabbing a finger into your chest “Go and get your boyfriend. Tell him to go to the board. And tell him to bring a bulletproof vest with him if he wants to stay alive.”

“Why did you leave the room in the first place Y/N!” Chanyeol shouted at you, banging his fists against the bedroom wall.
“Because you wouldn’t let me go Chanyeol. I don’t know what’s going on here, but all I know is that I can’t trust you anymore. I had to get out to save myself!” You screamed back at him. You’d never argued with Chanyeol like this before, he was like a brother to you and although you had your infrequent falling-outs, they were never over anything serious, it was always trivial, like him promising to come round for dinner and not showing up or you cancelling a movie night in with him. Now you were arguing with him about your life and never in a million years did you think he would treat this as a trivial subject and question your safety.
“Don’t you think I have a reason for acting the way I’m acting Y/N!” he groaned running his fingers through his hair and staring you directly in the eye. For a moment it was as though you could see Park Chanyeol, the man that you knew and had grown to be close with. It was as though his eyes were yearning to tell you something, but just as quickly his expression became hostile again, grabbing your wrist he pulled you over to the door, removing the bullet proof vest that was on the peg behind it. You were alarmed; you thought Suho had just been making an empty threat. You didn’t think he’d actually need it. “You’re coming with me Y/N, you’re going to explain yourself to Suho and the guys and apologise to Kyungsoo and so help me God if I die tonight Y/N I’m making sure you’re buried six feet deep next to me.”

Chanyeol had dragged you down the corridor and into a silent room on the right hand side. The interior was a mixture of White and Navy blue, with a huge white table in the middle surrounded by 12 sofa chairs. There were 5 men in there already sitting around the table all with blank expressions, looking up at you and Chanyeol when you entered the room. You had recognised: Suho, Jongdae and Sehun the other two however were new faces. They were staring at you intently so you looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact. You weren’t sure where Kyungsoo was, or Minseok for that matter, but you couldn’t say you were disappointed that they weren’t here, especially Minseok. Before you could get the chance to fully settle your heartbeat it was sent racing again at the sound of a gunshot.
“Oh My!” you screamed, caught off guard witnessing Suho pointing the gun at Chanyeol’s  chest and shooting directly at him.

“So you wore the bullet proof vest then.” Suho mumbled loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. “Good, because I guarantee that you would’ve been dead otherwise. I need to get rid of this accumulated anger that you’ve slowly built up inside me and this seemed like the most plausible way.” He lowered his gun placing it on the table in front of him, taking a seat he crossed his fingers over each other and signalled for both of you to sit down; you followed your orders swiftly and obediently. “Care to tell me why your girlfriend was out of her room at early hours of the morning Chanyeol?”

Chanyeol cleared his throat glaring at you, turning his head back to Suho opening his mouth to speak, but you interjected, not because you cared about Chanyeol at this particular point in time, but because you cared about you and if you wanted to stay alive then he’d have to stay alive as well.

“Actually he didn’t know that I had –”

Suho banged his fist against the table “I didn’t ask for you to speak sweetie.” Venom laced on his tongue as he spoke. “Chanyeol, you’re really messing up lately you know that buddy?” He picked up his gun inspecting it as he spoke, “bringing your girlfriend to the club, forgetting your arms and now Kyungsoo is injured. Do you know what negative impact that has on us? we planned a raid for weeks Chan, now Kyungsoo is injured, what are we supposed to do now, huh?” He pointed the barrel of his gun at Chanyeol, from the other end of the table. “I’m telling you now Chanyeol, if you don’t at least try patching up this mess you can kiss goodbye to your girlfriend. Tonight.” He turned to look at you, “if you don’t sort out your behaviour sweetie your head won’t be the only with a bullet through it.” He looked back at Chanyeol again and shot at his vest again, clearly conveying to you what he meant by his previous statement.

Chanyeol stood up dragging you out of the room behind him, being dragged about like a dog on a leash had become a common occurrence so you’d given up trying to fight it and just allowed it to happen by this point in time.

“Oi, Chanyeol!” You heard a voice call from behind you causing yourself and him to turn around
it was one of the men you hadn’t recognised, but the shorter one out of the two, his hair was black and his frame wasn’t as big as Chanyeol’s. “What shit have you gotten yourself into now?”

“Please, leave me alone” Chanyeol rolled his eyes dragging you into the room with him and closing the door behind the two of you, but the man had snaked his foot through stopping the door from shutting completely and pushing it open again. “I’m not in the mood for being lectured, get out!” 

“I’m not here to lecture you Chanyeol, when have I ever been one to do all of that stuff, I just want to know what’s going on. And I wanted to meet your lady friend that’s causing quite the ruckus up in here.” He hung his head on the side looking you up and down. But it didn’t make you feel as uncomfortable as when Sehun did it. In fact this man wasn’t making you feel uncomfortable at all. You were feeling quite the opposite, somehow relaxed. You turned around sighing up at Chanyeol.

“Please tell me what’s going on Chan, I want to go home.”You pouted. 

”Oh, she really doesn’t know?” The man asked Chanyeol not removing his gaze from you. Chanyeol shook his head and let out a deep sigh. “Maybe you should just fill her in, no?”

Just then you heard a vibrating coming from the clothes you were wearing previously before you got into bed. It was your phone. You took it out of your pocket and looked at the caller I.D. it was your work place. You were half an hour late something highly out of character for you. Just then the dark haired man grabbed your phone smashing it against the wall and crushing it under his foot. 

“Sorry Doll, none of that around here.” 

Maybe you were wrong to feel so relaxed around him after all.

A Deal With The Devil (Darkiplier)

Requested? Nope, this is my first one shot from this tumblr account so I don’t think I’ll be getting requests for a while, I do accept them though!!

Fandom: Teamiplier (Mark)

Prompt / Summary: “We can’t go in there…” (prompt)

Pairing: Darkiplier x Reader

Warnings: None that I know of??

“Guys,” I start, hearing my voice waver and give up how nervous I truly was. “We can’t go in there… It’s dangerous. I mean, we’ve all heard the legends. That place is haunted.” I try to persuade. All I get in return is a chorus of loud and obnoxious laughter.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’ve already made it this far! We might as well just go in and see what the place looks like. Besides, you said it yourself, the stories are just legends! There isn’t any real harm.” My friend tries to talk to me. I sigh and look over the place again, the old asylum has been abandoned for many years. It hasn’t been used since the 1960’s and the only sign of humans being here in the last couple decades is all the graffiti covering the outer walls. The place has supposedly been haunted by an evil spirit since it shut down. My friends decided it would be fun to go, considering none of them believe in ghosts and all just wanted to find a new place to get high without being caught. I cross my arms defiantly and shake my head. Another friend sighs before snatching my car keys out of my hand and throwing them over the fence. I gasp and scream out a small ‘no!’ but it’s too late, the keys are on the other side and all of my friends are moving forward to cross over the fence.

“Now you have to at least cross over the fence. And what’s the point of crossing over but not going in? Come on, live a little!”

With a dramatic sigh, I shake my head and cross the fence. Well, I’m here now, might as well take a look around.


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Looking down at the small puddle of water on the pavement, trying hard to focus on the yellow-brownish leave landing in it, forming subtle rings on its surface.
I try not to notice your footsteps approaching, but I fail miserably, it’s impossible for me not to look up. The need to see you is too strong, only one split of a second will be enough I tell myself, only to see if your okay, just one look, no more.
But it’s already too late, my eyes are already on your chest, trying hard to convince myself that the Jack & Jones design is so much more captivating than your eyes will ever be.
Nothing helps, my eyes travel up towards your lips. I can still look away, I think by myself, but I have to do it now, I can’t stare at your lips forever. Oh please, I can’t think about kissing you, not now, it’s not right, you’re not mine, you’re no one’s to kiss, but still, I can’t think about it.
And the only thing I can do is meet your stare. Your blue - grayish eyes are dark, sad. I’m lost in them, I can’t seem to pull my gaze away from. You look so vulnerable.
All I can think about is how I want to wrap my arms around your neck and hug you tight. So tight you will feel my heart beat and I will feel yours and never let you go. I want to look up in your mesmerising eyes from inside your arms and tell you everything will be alright.
But I can’t, because I’m just a girl who’s in love with a guy who doesn’t know what to feel…
—  Confessions