I can bear it no longer! Goblin King! Goblin King! Wherever you may be, take this child of mine far away from me!
After yet another brutal beating at the hands of his stepmother for a mistake he did not make, Credence lashes out and wishes away his younger sister. Feeling responsible and guilty about the abduction he begs the Goblin King for the chance to win his sister back.
He is given thirteen hours to solve the magical Labyrinth and make his way to the Goblin King’s Castle, before Modesty is turned into a Goblin and cursed to spend her life in the Underworld.
Nothing is really as it seems in the land of the fae, and as Credence makes his way through the enchanted maze he must solve the place’s endless riddles and resist the tempting promises of the Goblin King.
Man, the cafeteria is getting to me faster than I thought. Who knows how much I weigh now? My belt is too small and my new pants are tight. I guess a buffet style food plan wasn’t the best idea… but the food its too damn good. Maybe I should eat a little less pizza and not have desserts with every meal.
Request: Hello! Love the writings! Can you write one where jungkook is a rich ceo and y/n works at his company and jungkook tries to hit on her but she hates him? Thank you very much!
Genre: Fluff / CEO AU.
You were tipping measuredly, doing your work with the intention of minding your own business and not sparing even a glance to your co workers in your section, but even still you could feel their gazes on you, how they were probably preying on what you were wearing, if your skirt was too short or your pants were too tight, if your makeup was well done, if your hair looked right. You knew they were paying attention to every single little detail to later talk about it behind your back.
You really didn’t want to grab anyone’s attention, you just wanted to do your work, earn your money and go home to your cat, but of course that was too much to ask for.
You had almost a year working for the company, at first you were the assistant of a field reporter so you weren’t that much time at the office, but you had been promoted to do what you had studied for, now you belonged to the editorial team of the magazine. You were happy with that since you were doing what you wanted to do, and you had thought your co workers were going to be at least decent, but of course you had been wrong. The four of them were four vultures picking up whatever they could to turn it into shreds, their favorite thing in the past two months was you.
-Good morning Mr. Jeon- you heard the four of them said in a chorus making you stop moving to look from the corner of your eyes at the man standing just out of the editors section, your boss was a handsome man, all sharp edges and broad shoulders covered by his black suit, he nodded at the other four and then his eyes went to you, expectantly he stared down and you weren’t sure if he wanted to say something or if he was waiting for you to do so, what you were sure of was the preying eyes of the four vultures were on you just to catch whatever interaction you might have with your boss at the moment.
-Good morning- You glanced up for a second as you spoke and then went back to look at the computer.
-Good morning Y/N- he responded, you felt his eyes on you for a few seconds before he walked away.
You sighed but you knew you couldn’t be totally relaxed, you thought on what craziness your coworkers might be thinking because of this little interaction. But then everything was Mr. Jeon’s fault. You met him when you were promoted to your current position and since that day he had taken interest in you. You on the other hand didn’t want any trouble at work, so you tried to keep your distance but Jeon had always other plans, as he usually made his secretary look for you soliciting you to be the one giving him the report on the edition process, other times he called you to ask for your opinion on ridiculous matters, or random company issues, and even some times he just tried to blatantly hit on you.
You had to admit that you’d be corresponding him if you were in any other situation because to be honest he was deadly hot. But here in the office it just made your life more difficult as people were starting to think there was something between you, but he didn’t seem to take the hint that you wouldn’t be corresponding him.
-The asshole- you muttered despite yourself, thinking that you should be putting some limits, it didn’t matter if he was the CEO, you had to make your point to him to stop bothering you.
So you decided it, this time it would be you requesting a meeting with Jeon Jungkook.
Not pictured: Snake only going for a morning jog to get groceries for him and Otacon. The last thing Hal expected was a bloody forearm wrapped in cling wrap to hand him him milk and eggs after three hours.
edit: you guys can open the images in a new tab to read the captions !! |D
Dear Nonnie, thank you so much for suggesting this. I had no idea how much I needed Rex posed like a shoujo protagonist in my life until I started drawing it. I think I giggled the entire time. :’D Pose ref here.
Y/n leaned against the counter next to one of her coworkers scrolling through her Tumblr dash passing the time. It was a Monday night, probably one of the slowest nights of the week, but she needed to pick up extra shifts. Her car had just broken down and she didn’t nearly have enough money to get it repaired, but she couldn’t go without it. She needed her car to get her to and from school and work, not wanting to rely on her brother or public transportation because both were very unreliable.
“You seem stressed, hon,” her manager said walking over with his lisp, hair gelled back and too tight on the crotch dress pants, but that was David for you.
“I’m really stressed, actually,” she muttered turning off her screen, slipping her black book into the pocket of her apron with her phone still wedged between the folds of the black book. “It’s been a rough couple of days.”
“Well, I just sat that hunk Ashton in your section. He was asking about you,” David said smirking as she blushed rolling her eyes at him. Sometimes she wish David wasn’t her gay best friend, the two most of the time overstepping the boundaries of a manager and employee getting drinks outside of work right after the shift when she bartender or even crashing on the other’s couch after a night out. “Maybe he’ll brighten up your day.”
“Suck a dick, David,” she said quickly ringing in a bottle of sparkling water knowing he would get it, just as he always did, taking the bottle from the back of the bar, as well as a small wine glass, walking over to the high table he was perched at with his book, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. “You got a haircut.” His golden eyes shot up looking at her as a smile crept onto his face. “How was your birthday trip?”
“It was alright. I was drunk for most of it, but it was good to get away. Been slow tonight?” she nodded her head placing the glass on his table, opening the bottle pouring it for him. “Decent at least?”
“You’re my second table and I’ve been here for four hours,” she said simply shrugging as he made a noise sighing for her. “I’m surprised to see you on a Monday. You never come in on a Monday.” She closed the bottle placing it next to his small white plate on the table before leaning on the chair next to her. “Rough day today?”
“More or less,” he said back shrugging with a smile on his face. “I hate my job sometimes.”
“Well, it’s not easy being a rockstar. Cudos to you though for sticking with all of it. I’d probably have quit by now.”
“Well it helps when people treat me like an actual human being…like you.” She blushed slightly giggling as she rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“You’re flirting,” she said back pushing off of the chair. “Do you want the usual? PBR and Chicken Parm?”
“PBR, yes, and, actually, I wanna try something new tonight. What’s your favorite meal on the menu?” Her entire face lit up, not used to having anyone ask for her opinion on the food choices, especially at a high scale restaurant in the middle of the city.
“Probably the scallops in the sherry cream sauce. I don’t know why but it just reminds me of home,” she said practically humming the words out causing a smile to light up on Ashton’s face. From previous conversations they had, he knew she was a complete foodie, loving to go to new places with her friends and try out different things. She could pretty much tell you about each restaurant in the city, sharing what she thought were the better dishes, what to stay away from, which cocktails were completely dangerous and could get you drunk off your ass.
She was a complete nerd, but she’d never tell you that straight to your face; her favorite piece of literature being a Midsummer Night’s Dream and favorite painters were Van Gogh (Before he cut off his ear, off course) and Picasso. Her favorite fantasy series is Harry Potter, but her favorite book of all time being Pride and Prejudice. She’d rather spend her time in a Barnes and Nobles all day and her number one goal on her bucket list is to make it to one of the biggest Rock Festivals in the United States. In Ashton’s eyes, she was everything he could possibly want.
“Then I’ll take the Scallops,” he said smiling softly handing her the menu as she raised her eyebrows to him before shaking her head laughing.
“I thought you didn’t like scallops,” she said tucking the menu under her arm, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face.
“I could say the same about you,” he giggled back clasping his hands together on top of the table, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“I’m going to go put that in…did you want bread or anything?” she asked already knowing the answer, starting to walk backwards watching as his blonde curls shook with the shake of his head telling her no. She made her way to the computer in the front quickly punching in her number as she felt a body press up next to her already knowing it was David wanting details as to why she was standing with the Aussie for ten minutes, just now coming over to put in his order. “Anything I can help you with?”
“I don’t know why you two don’t just date. He clearly fancies you, you fancy him, and you’d make such cute babies,” he gushed causing her to snort before shaking her head quickly, giggles escaping her lips. “Do not lie to me, y/n. It’s clear all of that boy’s face that he’s smitten for you.”
“Smitten? We aren’t living in the eighteen hundreds,” she said back as he groaned this time, taking his turn to roll his eyes. She looked towards him seeing him engrossed once again in his book as she studied him. “We live two separate lives, and I want no part of the one he lives. He always seems so miserable.”
“Maybe you could change that, you know. He looks so lonely…if you don’t entertain that boy, I will be more than happy to, in more ways than one.”
“Oh my god!” she squealed as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “You’re disgusting.”
“I bet he loves it up the ass,” he whispered loudly as she walked away from him causing him to roar with laughter once again. She made her way over to the service bar waiting patiently for Emily to pour the PBR, bringing the can and frozen beer glass over handing it to y/n.
“Is this for the loner in the corner over there?” she questioned winking as y/n rolled her eyes for the uptenth time that night. “What? I’m just saying, he’s got the eyes of an angel and a smile that could put me on my knees in a heartbeat.”
“You and David clearly need to start having conversations together because god, you two are just ruthless.” She grabbed the two items, carrying them over to the single man who caught her eye, closing his book once again setting it to the side in anticipation of having her stay and engage in another conversation. She placed the glass on the table, getting a good grip on the can before pouring it into the glass, setting it in front of him. “You know, you should really cut back on all that beer.”
“Should I, now?” he teased smiling as he took a swig as she watched some of the liquid drip from the side of his mouth, mentally stopping herself from reaching out to wipe the excess from his face.
“Hmm,” she hummed leaning against the chair in front of her once again.
“What is going on in the life of y/n. You seem a bit down today. Everything alright love?” he asked pulling of his glasses setting them aside, a small pout forming on her lips at the absence of the frames.
“It’s been a rough week,” she said simply shrugging cocking her head to the side as he frowned, eyes watching egging her on. “My car broke down completely and I have no money to repair it…it’s going to be close to five grand and for that much, I might as well just buy myself a new one.” He nodded his head sympathetically reaching out to rub at her skin with his thumb in a soothing way. “It’s just…there’s so much going on, and I’m practically drowning between school and work. And my car’s just icing on the cake.”
“It’ll be alright. This all wouldn’t be happening if you couldn’t handle it. The universe knows you can handle this which is why you’re in this situation. It’s going to get better soon…I promise,” he cooed, her heart fluttering with every word he said just picturing him holding her in bed saying the same things, running his fingers through her hair. As much as she hated David being right, she knew they were stuck. He was everything she could possibly want. He wasn’t a normal businessman, going to work from 9-5 five days a week, but an artist doing what he loves and what he’s passionate about for a living. He was nurturing and as much as she hated his corny jokes, they were all she needed on a bad day to cheer her up.
“Thank you,” she mumbled as David came by next to her placing his food in front of him. “Can I grab you anything else right now?”
“I think I’m good, love,” he hummed pulling out his fork starting to dig in. She started moving away only to hear in protest with food in his mouth. “Stay.”
“Are you sure?” she asked looking around as he nodded his head. She stood there talking with him well over when he finished his food and before they knew it, it had been a over an hour and almost closing time. “I still can’t believe Luke did that.”
“It was hysterical. Literally just fell over and off the stage,” Ashton giggled sculling the rest of his water. “Is it really almost eleven? Christ…I’ve been here for two hours. I should go.”
“Let me go grab the bill,” she said only to have him hand her his card. “You sure?”
“I trust you enough to know you won’t charge random things to my card.” She nodded quickly moving to the computer to print his bill, as well as run the card and grab the authorization sheets. She made her way back handing him the check presenter with a pen before clearing his table.
“I’m glad you came in tonight, Ash.”
“I am too,” he said back smiling before she walked away with the dirty dishes. When she returned, the blonde was gone having taken all of his things leaving the bill turned over with the pen on top. She flipped it over only to gasp at the 10k tip he left on a $40 bill.
‘I hope this helps with your car issue. Probably better off buying a new one. I don’t want anything in return except maybe a date? Give me a call sometime.
Steve and Darcy tried on every costume in the store, alternately making fun of each other and exchanging charged glances when the costumes highlighted their natural sex appeal.
He hated the sailor outfit as an insult to his history as an Army man, and was far more comfortable dressed as a woman (even feeling rather pretty in the blonde wig and pink dress). She pretended to hate the French maid uniform, but didn’t stop him from buying one for her to wear for their play time.
They both loved the historical-look outfits, on themselves and on each other, as costumes around other people. Officially, they WERE there to get ready for the Halloween costume party.
On the NOT to buy list? He felt as ridiculous dressed as Johnny Storm as she felt while wearing vampire fangs. Other costumes fared better. One look at her hungry gaze had him buying the black leather jacket and tight pants.
The crown was almost too pretty for her to even try, but she loved it when he said that it suited her and insisted on adding it to the pile of things they bought. And if he enjoyed having her wear the crown (and little else) and referred to her as “my queen” that night in their bedroom, it was no one’s business but their own.
Hi! I love your writing sooo much! Will you please please write one about rick taking the readers virginity? The reader is like 20 and has been in their group for awhile and has feelings for rick but he doesnt know until… etc.. please i will love u forever)
Warning: rick smut, shitty writing (sorry) —————————————————————————————————-
You watched as Rick walked around Alexandria giving orders
to different people. We all had to get ready for a big supply run for Negan. You
couldn’t help but admire his muscles and the way his pants were just a little
too tight around his junk. You shook your head of those thoughts as you knew
nothing would ever happen. You came into this group when you were only 16, and
now you were 20. Rick probably saw you like a daughter or something. You didn’t
know this but Rick had his eyes on you since you turned 19. He didn’t think it
was appropriate with the age gap and all but now that you were older, he wanted
to get in.
“(Y/n)?” you were broken away from your thoughts as you saw
Rick approaching you.
“Hey Rick, what’s up?” you asked.
“I was just wondering if you were free tonight? He leaned
his hand on his hip and waited for your reply.
“Free for what?” you asked confused.
“Er, okay” you were hesitant about what was going on, you didn’t
want to seem to eager but you didn’t want to turn him down either.
“So, I’ll see you later?” he smiled
“I guess you will”
He nodded his head and walked off, leaving you stunned about
what just happened. Did Rick Grimes basically just ask you out? You had been imagining
this moment for so long that you couldn’t believe it just happened. You went
into your house and immediately started picking out what you would wear. **********
You made your way over to Rick’s in a cute white dress. You
were seriously nervous about tonight, it could end in so many ways. You knocked
on the door and Rick opened it up, looking you up and down not so discreetly.
“Damn, you look good” he grinned at you.
You thanked him and walked inside, noticing food already set
on the table.
“You hungry?” he asked, walking you over and pulling out the
chair for you.
“Yeah” you smiled at his kind gestures.
You spent about an hour eating and talking. Somehow you had
gotten onto the topic of sex and you started to get a little uncomfortable. He didn’t
know you were a virgin and to be honest you didn’t want him to know. He
suddenly stood up and took your hand, leading you upstairs.
“Rick, where are we going?” you whispered.
“Don’t worry, no one’s here” he said. He walked you into his
room and shut the door behind him, his lips landing on yours in a second.
You were a little taken aback at first, but you soon melted
into the kiss as you remembered this is what you’d been wishing for. Rick ran
his hands all over your body, and he was touching you in places you had never
been touched before. You were feeling new pleasures as his hand made his way
down your pants and he started massaging your clit. You let out a moan before
he quickly got undressed and you followed him, both of you now butt naked.
Things were moving really fast and you were getting nervous. You used to hear
stories of how your first time was meant to hurt, and by the look of things
Rick was a big boy. He pushed you down on the bed and climbed on top of you,
his lips finding yours and kissing them roughly. He was letting out frequent
groans which turned you on and calmed you nerves a little more.
“You ready?” he asked, placing his tip at your entrance.
“Wait!” you blurted out. “I’m a virgin”
Rick looked down at you for a long time before speaking. “So,
you don’t wanna do this?” he asked, about to move off of you but you grabbed
“No I want this, but I just don’t want it to be too rough”
He laughed and kissed your neck. “It only hurts for the
first couple of minutes. I’ll go slow, but then I’ll make you feel good”
You nodded your head and looked into his eyes as he lined
himself up with you. He slid himself along your slit to loosen you up a bit,
and then he stuck his tip in. You grabbed onto his arms as he continued to
slowly push himself in.
“Ouch” you said, the stretching felt like a burning pain.
“Sorry” he stopped for a second, but carried on after. It was
taking all the self-control he had not to just snap his hips forward and thrust
into you. You felt so tight around him and it was driving him crazy.
“The hard part’s nearly over” he said as he slowly started
to pull himself out.
You liked that feeling more and when he started to push back
in again, the pain started to turn into pleasure, the burning sensation was
gone and you were overwhelmed by this new feeling.
He continued to go at an excruciatingly slow pace until you
told him to go faster. You didn’t have to tell him twice before he started to
push into you at a faster pace, not too hard though. He dropped his head to the
crook of your neck and started sucking on your pulse while you ran your fingers
through his hair.
“Shit (y/n), you’re so fucking tight” he said, squeezing his
eyes shut from pleasure.
You moaned at the touch of his fingers pinching your nipples
and he started to thrust in harder. “I’m gonna cum” he whispered in your ear,
sending goose bumps along your skin. Rick thrusted in a couple more times until
he pushed himself deep inside you one more time before pulling out and finishing
on your stomach.
“Shit” he panted out of breath. He got a tissue and cleaned
his mess off your stomach before lying down next to you.
“That was amazing” you said, staring up at him and placing a
kiss on his lips.
“We should do that again sometime” he smirked at you. You
giggled and pulled the covers over both of you. Rick sent you to sleep by
playing with your hair and he soon dozed off to the sound of your breathing. —————————————————————————————————-