A/N: Filth. Straight filth. That’s what this is. Jungkook’s graduation photos pretty much ruined me, especially when I saw the one of him taking their order and just looking so good and UGH. This is the result. Sin. Filth. Porn put to words. Enjoy. Please try not to die.
yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi •
smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers •
words: 14,930 →summary: An unfortunate
event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However,
maybe through a series of fortunate
events, you find yourself falling for him… •
note. this is a
remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found
here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly
At one point, Ronan probably starts to introduce himself as Parrish as a joke but then it becomes a Thing and eventually Adam just goes along with it so they joke about their daughter Opal and whatnot and basically all I’m saying is that that’s the story of the time Adam’s roommate thought he got married over winter break
↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
anonymous said: GIRL!!! imma need you to write something about jungkook teasing a girl with a popsickle and making her suck it (bc idk he might have seen her w one a few moments before) then getting it off of her mouth and slowly making her get down on her knees and put the popsickle right new to his crotch AND U KNOW WHAT TO WRITE AFTER THAT!!! PEACE!!! Keep this message even if you wont use this idea it okeeee (i just pictured taehyung doing it im so gone bye!!!!!!!
A somewhat long fic (around 6k words) about Touken and Ayahina’s double date, which began from a girl’s innocent attempt at pushing her Onee-chan and Onii-chan together. Mostly fluff, hints of angst. This is a fic I wrote to have fun and let myself go so it’s nowhere close to the standard of my older fic, but this poor lonely single soul just wanted to have something to do on Valentine’s Day. ;_; Enjoy!
Please reblog if you like this! Feel free to leave comments/ request anything!
“Please say yes!” Hinami was almost screaming, as she clasped her hands together and leaned forward in a perfect bow. Kaneki and Touka blinked in disbelief for a moment, looking at each other before looking at her again.
“You want us…” Kaneki murmured hesitantly.
“… to follow you and Ayato on your date?” Touka continued, tilting her head in confusion. “But why?”
“B-Because… tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and…” Hinami murmured, her cheeks completely flushed as she shifted about uncomfortably. “I feel uneasy going out alone with him.”
“Uneasy?” Touka wondered in confusion. “But weren’t the two of your partners in Aogiri? You were alone quite a lot, right?”
“Yeah but…” Hinami sighed, took a deep breath and let it out, fingers fumbling with one another. “This is different from that… I just… don’t…”
“If you don’t want to go, you should tell him—”
“No! I want to go!” Hinami yelped, cutting into Kaneki’s words. “But but but… A-Ayato-kun scares me sometime!”
“Oh, is that so?” Kaneki said, turning to Touka with a blank expression. “I don’t mind… Is that okay with you, Touka-chan?”
Genre: CEO!Yoongi, smutty smut smut with a hint of angst and fluff
Warnings: Spanking, rough sex(?), dirty talk (a lot of it), slight cum play
Summary: “The Jeon’s are going to be there and I can already see their father gloating about how his son, Jeon-fucking-ladies-man-Jungkook, is the youngest of his kids and become an owner of his own business even though all he does is go and fuck girls behind his father’s back.” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he spoke, getting angrier by the second.
Word Count: 2,946 words
A/N: I feel like this is all over the place. I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted anon :((( feedback is always appreciated though!
“Don’t forget we’ve got that banquet with the CEO’s tonight,” you glanced down at the iPad in your hands, looking at the schedule for your boss, boyfriend and CEO, Min Yoongi.
“Six hours of being stuck with selfless assholes does sound like fun, doesn’t it?” He questioned, picking up his coat from the back of his chair, getting ready to head home.
“I’m going to be coming with you too Yoongi, besides, it can’t be that bad.”
“The Jeon’s are going to be there and I can already see their father gloating about how his son, Jeon-fucking-ladies-man-Jungkook, is the youngest of his kids and become an owner of his own business even though all he does is go and fuck girls behind his father’s back.” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he spoke, getting angrier by the second.
“Yoongi,” you spoke up, walking towards him and placing your hands around his neck, giving his nose a small kiss, “Calm down babe.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just-”
“I know you’re stressed, but it’s going to be fine. You haven’t had any problems with CEO’s like Mr Jeon before and I know that it’ll go smoothly this time. You’ve sweet talked your way through agreements before and I know it’s going to be fine.”
“How do you know that princess?”
“Mm, maybe because you’re Min Yoongi, and my extremely talented and good looking boyfriend.”
“Great answer baby,” Yoongi let out a small laugh before giving you a kiss. “Let’s go home and get ready for the next few hours of torture coming our way.”
You know Yoongi was holding back. It had been ages since the last time you two had…for more of a crude term, fucked because of how busy the company was with the changes it was going through with. He’d had to stay late nights and have early mornings for the past few weeks and he was clearly stressed. You had bought him food of course, and reminded him how to sleep but the company was thinking about merging with the Park’s and it created a whole lot of stress.
“Tell again why you think it’s a good idea to wear that dress to this? You know rich bastards will be looking at you.” Yoongi didn’t understand what was going through your mind at that time.
“Well, for one, I know you like it, a lot,” You glanced up, sending a flirty wink to Yoongi, “And also,because it is formal and suited for this occasion.”
The idea of wearing one of the tightest dressed that fitted you but still made you look formal and presentable and tease Yoongi for the night, was one that made you smile to yourself that night. Throughout the entire drive to the the event, Yoongi’s eyes couldn’t be averted from you, but mostly he kept on staring at your curves.
As you two walked into the elegantly decorated mansion, he kept an arm draped around your waist at all times, clouded eyes looking down into yours at some times. You could tell he was turned on and a little mad due to what you were wearing, but that didn’t keep you from pressing yourself up against him at times.
“Ah, Yoongi! How lovely to see you,” Mr Jeon came up to the both of you with a glass of champagne in his hand, a wide smile overtaking his face but both you and Yoongi knew it was all for show. Everyone who was anyone knew The Min’s and the Jeon’s were enemies, more so because of the Jeon’s always wanting to outdo the Min’s in everything.
request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.
pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader
a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-)
You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back.
The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside.
Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one.
Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you.
“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died.
As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least.
You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you.
Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb.
Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you.
A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside.
“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.”
You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead.
A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly.
“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded.
“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.”
“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one.
“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face.
Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.”
The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you.
“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed.
“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.”
Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though.
He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful.
The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?”
He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows.
“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth.
Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.”
Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink.
“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.”
Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right.
“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”
The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time.
Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big.
“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool.
“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.”
“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead.
“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria.
“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea.
“Thank you,” you replied.
“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.”
Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.”
“You wanna try your window idea or not?”
If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure.
Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it.
“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face.
Warnings: SMUT, light choking, daddy kink, kinda public??, idk man it’s just filth
Word Count: 3,125
Summary: Park fucking Jimin was sin incarnate, and he knew it too. You have had it with his extra ass on stage, he was always taking some article of clothing off and you were at your wits end. This means war.
A/N: This is my fic, I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.
Your jaw was on the floor after watching BTS’ new comeback stage. As if the low cut shirts, lip bites, sexual lyrics, and all around rudeness wasn’t enough, Jimin decided he needed to up the ante and undress on stage looking like sin itself. Fucker. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you decided he needed to be punished.
Dressing in all his favourites; your shorts, oversized sweater and thigh high socks that always got to him, you headed to the boys’ dorm for a movie night after making sure your coat covered everything. You arrived at the dorm quicker than anticipated, and after being let in by Hoseok and attacked by the boys with hugs, you learned that Jimin was still in the shower. Settling down on the couch you took your jacket off and got comfortable with a bowl of popcorn when you felt several pairs of eyes on you. Looking up, you saw the boys eying your outfit and you smiled to yourself, your plan already working. Jimin walked out of the shower with his hair still damp, wearing sweats and a loose t shirt. He looked around the room and noticed that all eyes were on you, a smile spreading on his face as he met your eyes, then he saw why they were staring and his face hardened.
We talk with Toby Froud about Netflix's upcoming Dark Crystal prequel!
Yesterday, the faerie community, and indeed all those who love beautiful and fantastical storytelling, received momentous news when Netflix officially announced their upcoming project, slated to begin filming in fall. A prequel series to the beloved 1982 Henson/Froud film, The Dark Crystal, it will run for ten episodes and include state-of-the-art puppet creations from the imaginations of our own friends and Faerie Magazine contributors, Brian and Toby Froud. The series is called The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance, and our minds are racing with guesses as to what characters and stories might be included.
The original film, The Dark Crystal, featured a world imagined by renowned fairy artist Brian Froud (conceptual designer) that was a surreally accurate three-dimensional recreation of his artwork. Froud’s imagination combined flawlessly with Jim Henson’s vision and skill, and the film is now considered a fantasy masterpiece. With Jim Henson’s Creature Shop and Brian and his impressively-skilled puppeteer and artist son, Toby, involved in the project, we have no doubt that the project will be a rousing success.
Deputy Editor Grace Nuth was able to give Toby Froud a quick phone call to ask him some questions about the project.
Faerie Magazine: How hard has it been to know this project was happening and not be able to share it?
Toby Froud: We’ve been on this around five weeks or so. When people have asked us “will Dark Crystal ever happen again” and things like that, my mom and I have had to keep quiet, and say “well, possibly,” and things like that.
FM: Way back at the first Faeriecon, your parents were guests, and announced the possibility of another feature film, so this has been a long time coming.
TF: It has! The idea of doing a sequel has been kicking around for twelve years or so. They did the Power of the Dark Crystal stuff for this big sequel feature, and it never really got off the ground. But then after the resurgence from the Hensons doing all of these competitions, [ex: Jim Henson’s Creature Shop Challenge on SyFy] and having the fan base be what it is today, it just so happened that they caught the idea doing of a prequel, using all of the writing and lore of the world that now exists in recent years. Netflix said yes, so it became this idea that the Hensons would think in a different way, a prequel instead of a sequel. And now here we are.
FM: Were you and your father directly approached by Netflix, or by the Hensons?
TF: By the Hensons. It’s a Henson-Netflix production. We are a part of the Hensons’ development to build the creatures and world under management of Netflix.
FM: You and your father have worked together in creative capacities informally throughout your life. Was the creation of “Granny” for Lessons Learned the first time you had him create a creature, and you then translated it into a three dimensional puppet?
TF: It was, for a film together. We certainly have done a lot of puppets…Ignatz [Toby’s Froudian puppet, seen at many fairy events like Faeriecon] was my father’s design, and my creation. But Granny was our coming together for film.
FM: Do you anticipate the creations on this Dark Crystal project happening similarly, with him creating the concepts and you interpreting those concepts in three dimensional puppets, or do you and your father plan to work together to create the concepts as well?
TF: We are doing both. What’s very interesting is I am working alongside my father right now in the conceptual designs. I am translating his designs still as well, into three dimensional forms. What is bigger and is the amazing part is the translation of them into puppets. My father and I are giving them these characters; we are developing these ideas with the Hensons…and Louis Leterrier, and Lisa Henson and my father and I are figuring this out, creating this visual. Then the team of the Jim Henson’s Creature Shop, this amazing team, are creating the puppets for us.
FM: Has work already begun on pre-production?
TF: I am in the studios in L.A.! I’m working with them on a daily basis, designing and also fabricating with them. Then my father is in England, and he is designing from there. So work has begun fast and furious!
FM: Of course you can’t tell us anything about new creations, but what is your favorite type of creature in the world of the original Dark Crystal film? Are there any that you are especially eager to bring to life?
TF: Ooh…That is a tough question. I love them in different ways: To revisit all of the Skeksis…To be able to build a Mystic again, things like that. To be able to envision in the new world with new technology and modern times, bringing these creatures up to date in certain ways. I am so excited to see Aughra on screen as well. So that sort of thing is what I can’t wait for. I’m excited to see the new creatures of the world and also the expansion of the world itself. And then we are revisiting certain things of the old world too…that’s what I’m excited for.
FM: Will your mother be assisting on this project as well, or just a father/son duo?
TF: Wendy is certainly consulting on this, especially with the Gelflings, because she did Jen and Kira originally. So I’m working closely with her and also my father. But she was the sculptural designer for those, and so she’s invaluable to our new process.
FM: How does it feel creating a large-scale work that your young son can grow up watching, just as you watched Dark Crystal and Labyrinth growing up?
TF: It’s…I mean it’s amazing. Beyond amazing. This project is very interesting because it’s a legacy. It’s a dream to do this. What is fascinating is that I am the same age my father was when he started The Dark Crystal. So what’s really interesting is that that’s coming to light. It’s wonderful that I get to work with him and the Hensons on this thing. It’s far more than just another project. And yes, to continue that, and to have my son grow up and see this project eventually. It’ll be interesting.
There’s a lot of pressure from fans and from the world. We’re trying. And what will be wonderful is actually the new: the new ways, new look, new feel. The director coming in and putting his vision into this, and the producing team, and Netflix. It’s quite an interesting and wonderful marriage. I think it will benefit, in a lot of ways. I’m excited to see what director Louis Leterrier does: bringing the camera to life in new ways I think the audience will really enjoy.
Netflix is an amazing juggernaut of a company that has great creative taste in what they’re providing the world, and things to come. It’s brilliant. A very clever match.
Warnings:oral sex, curisng and foul language, just smut
Request:for @teenagehopless : 8, 23, & 50 w Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Make it fluffy and maybeee a little smutty please ~ thanks so much love
Summary:You and Jungkook are the best of the best at school, the Golden Ones. But being the competitive people you both are causes for some mischief.
A/N:Hi everyone. I’m back with another one shot from the prompt list. I hope you like it. ~admin L
8: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
23: “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
50: “Did you just flick me?”
You and Jungkook are both the golden students everybody wants to be. You both excel in your academics, you are both advanced in any sport, and you both are just overall great at anything you do.
Many would expect you both to get along well. But they couldn’t be more wrong.
Another thing you and Jungkook have in common is your competitiveness. You both want to be the best and only the best. So it’s fair to say that you both didn’t get along well at all.
If you exceeded him on a grade on a test, he would run more laps than you. If you beat him in basketball, he would paint something better than you, and the process goes on.
You are both also the most desired people in school. Every girl is all over Jungkook and every boy is all you. But because of your blinded rivalry, both of you have never noticed.
You are rivals and you alway have been since you’ve known each other and nothing is going to change that.
Until you were both chosen to be on the same team for a soccer tournament at your school.
It’s sports week at your school and everyone is hyped. A handful of the best players compete in different sports and are ranked on ability. This is the perfect opportunity for you to show what you’re made of and to beat Jungkook.
You both played on opposing teams for every sport up until soccer.
You were put on the same team and will have to work together to win … together.
You’re not happy but at least you’re captain which means you get to call the shots. You made your whole game plan and as much as you hate to admit, you have to use Jungkook a lot in order to win. Cause that’s what’s important.
Your team gathers on the field and huddles around you as you explain the game plan.
"Do you all understand?” you ask.
A loud roar of agreement from the team erupts and you all chant before dispersing to stretch.
“I wonder by how many points I’m going to beat you by,” says a voice next to you while you are stretching.
You turn to the voice to see Jungkook stretching out his arms across his chest.
“I don’t know if you noticed but we’re on the same team,” you say sarcastically.
“Doesn’t matter to me,” he says with a smirk.
“Listen Jungkook, I’m not in the mood to compete with you,” you sigh. “I’m just trying to win the other team.”
“Oh we will, because of me,” he presses.
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be because of me. I am the captain after all,” you smirk.
He frowns but before he can retort, the referee is calling for the teams to get into place.
Before you know it, the game has started and everyone is running around.
The game started out well. Your game plan was working well, everyone doing what you said.
It wasn’t until Jungkook kept getting the ball that it went down hill from there.
He would have the ball but would immediately be cornered by the opposing team.
“I’m open!” you yell from a couple feet away. He makes eye contact with you but then looks away and still keeps the ball. He runs all the way to the goal and luckily makes it.
He wasn’t quite lucky the times after that. You would yell and run to his side to help him make the goal but he would just push you away or run somewhere else.
It wasn’t until when you had the ball that you were done playing games. You expertly made your way past the opposing players toward the goal but right before you can reach the goal, Jungkook steals the ball from you and makes the goal himself.
You groan angrily as he takes credit for your work. But you let it slide for the sake of winning.
He does it a few more times, taking the ball away from you and engulfs in the cheers of the crowd.
When you got the ball again, you made sure to play a different game plan than the one you presented to the team. That way, Jungkook couldn’t take the ball away.
Just as you were running to the goal, Jungkook runs up to you and trips you, causing you to tumble on the floor and land hard on your knee and then your face.
Everything becomes quiet. The players and the crowd are in silence as they process what had happened. The ref and your team come by your side to help you up. You slowly stand up on your own and shove the helping hands away from you as you try to insist you are okay.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. I promise,” you say convincingly as you just want to get back to the game. You look up and see Jungkook looking at you worriedly from afar.
Suddenly you feel liquid run down your knee and you look down to see blood streaming down your leg.
“Fuck,” you mutter. “I’m going to bandage myself up and I’ll be right back. Jimin, take my place.”
You slowly limp away toward the locker room and bandage yourself up. You weren’t as badly injured as you thought you would be. Besides the cut, you were just sore so you were pretty much set to play again. As you limp back to the field, you see the audience screaming and your team carrying Jungkook on their shoulders toward the locker room, cheering him on.
You go up to the ref. “Wait, what happened? I thought we had 20 minutes left.”
“After your injury, we decided to cut the game short and played one more round before finishing. You’re lucky Jungkook is on your team, he made the winning goal.”
You are absolutely pissed. Not only are you injured because of Jungkook, but he’s getting praise for the game you led. You could have sworn smoke was coming out of your ears.
You stomp to the boys locker room, ignoring the slight pain on your knee. Your adrenaline was preventing you from feeling any pain at the moment. You walk in to find half naked men getting dressed. They all gasp when they see you, but you ignore their surprised reactions.
“Where’s Jungkook?” you ask one of the random shirtless men.
“Uhh, he should be by his locker two rows down,” he says awkwardly.
You walk over to where you were directed and see Jungkook, shirtless, talking to one of his teammates.
You turn him over and push him against the lockers.
“What the fuck,” says Jungkook, getting ready to fight whoever it is until he realizes it’s you, causing his eyes to widen.
You laugh sarcastically. “What the fuck?” you mimic him. “I think I should be the one telling you that right now.”
You look around and notice that everything is quiet. Everyone is looking at your interaction right now.
“Everyone get out,” you say looking at everyone in the room. “Now.”
And with that, every single person is walking hurriedly out of the room, giving you some privacy.
Jungkook tries walking out with the rest, but you grab his shoulders and push him back on the lockers, making him wince.
“You’re not going anywhere,” you demand.
Once everyone is out of the room you turn back to Jungkook, arms on either side of him, caging him in.
“What’s your problem with me?” you ask Jungkook.
“What the fuck is your problem?” you repeat.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he avoids eye contact.
You don’t know if it’s your words or your proximity that is making him nervous but you continue nonetheless.
“Not only did you ignore my game plan, but you took my shots and you caused my injury,” you say through gritted teeth. You lean in closer, trying to catch his eyes. “What are you so afraid of, huh? Are you afraid that a girl might be better than you? Is that what it is?”
His eyes flick up to look at yours and when you think he’s going to say something, he leans in and captures your lips with his. He grips your hips and turns you around so that now you are against the lockers. You’re still in shock, staying still as he leans away from the kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” he mutters against your lips.
“I said you’re hot and I like you.”
“You like me?”
“Yeah,” he says as he leans back in to kiss you. This time your lips respond back, causing him to smile into the kiss.
So many things are going through your mind that you push him back slightly.
“Wait what the fu-” you say before you were flicked on the forehead by Jungkook.
“Did you just flick me?”
“Yeah, now shut up and kiss me.”
And with that he leans back in and attacks your lips. You don’t know if it was your confused mind or the loss of blood but you kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He smirks into the kiss and slowly lowers his hands from your waist to your ass. He gives it a squeeze causing you to gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.
You moan in his mouth as he rocks his hips against yours.
“Fuck,” you moan as he travels down your jaw to your neck.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles against your neck as you pant.
You slip your hands down his shirtless torso and rock hard abs and made your way to his bulge.
You fondle him through his gray soccer shorts, feeling him harden under your touch.
“Oh shit,” groans Jungkook. “Feels so good, baby girl.”
Wanting to feel more of you, he lifts up your leg to grind against you but you whimper in pain as he holds your injured leg.
He let’s go of you immediately, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Y/N. I completely forgot. Shit, I’m so stupid.”
You slowly limp to the bench in between the locker rows and sit down, massaging your knee.
“It’s fine Jungkook,” you mutter in pain.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes again.
“I know you are. I told you I’m fine. I just need to take some pain killers and rest it and I’ll be as good as new.”
You try smiling up at him to reassure him that you’re fine but he wasn’t having it. He frowned and pouted apologetically.
You didn’t know what to do at this moment so you decide it’s time to go.
“I should get going and rest this knee,” you say as you get up and try to balance yourself.
“Wait,” Jungkook comes up and settles you back down on the bench. He’s on his knees, looking up to you while holding both your hands.
“Let me make it up to you,” he says.
“No, it’s oka-”
“Please, Y/N. I want to make you feel good,” he says lowly.
That’s when you notice the darkness in his eyes. Lust filled eyes looking back at you expectantly.
“W-what?” you mumble. “How?”
“I gave you that injury,” he says guiltily as he let’s go of your hands and places them on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. “So it’s only fair that I make you feel good.”
Before you can say anything, he leans up and kisses your lips softly. This was a huge contrast compared to the passionate, desperate kisses from before.
As you kiss back, he reaches for your waist and pulls down your shorts. You lift your hips, making it easier for them to come off.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he leans back up to kiss your lips.
He then places one of his hands above your clothed core and slowly rubs it in circles.
“Jungkook,” you moan against his lips.
“Yes, baby?” he asks looking you in the eye.
“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
Right then he slips his hand underneath the waist band of your underwear and rubs your clit. “Then so be it.”
Your back arches at the sensation, your head thrown back, allowing him the opportunity to attach his lips against your neck.
He sucks a bruise you know will be there later. You’ll just blame it on the injury, you thought.
He soon sticks two fingers in your entrances and begins pumping in a slow rhythm.
“Shit,” your eyes roll back.
“You like that baby?” Jungkook mutters against your neck.
“Fuck, more. I need more,” you moan.
“Say my name,” he demands.
“Jungkook,” you moan quietly.
“Louder,” he says as he curls his fingers in you.
“Jungkook!” you moan loudly, your voice echoing in the empty locker room.
“Thank you baby,” he says as he detaches himself from your neck leans down lower toward your naval. He removes his fingers so he can take off your underwear.
Before you can question his absence, you feel his tongue lick your core.
Your back arches against nothing while a whimper comes out.
Jungkook looks up and doesn’t break eye contact with you while he continues to lick at your clit while pumping his fingers in your entrance.
“You like that baby?” he mumbles against your core.
“Y-yes,” you moan. “Fuck,” you whimper when he begins to suck on your clit.
You reach down and entangle your fingers in his hair.
“Fuck, Jungkook. I’m so close.”
“Cum for me baby.” He begins pumping really fast while sucking on your clit. The sensations are too much and with loud moan you’re coming. He begins to pump slowly, riding out your high before pulling out and kissing your lips.
He then gets up and opens his locker to get a towel. He cleans you up quietly, while you sit there trying to catch your breath. After he’s done, he puts his towel back in his locker while you pulled your shorts and underwear back up.
You get up and he turns around to look at you.
“Well I better get going,” you start. “Umm, thank you for this, I guess.”
“It was my pleasure,” he smirks.
You chuckle nervously. “Yeah, well I’ll see you around.” You begin to walk away before he catches your arm.
You turn around and face him as his eyes flicker down to the floor.
“Yeah?” you question.
“Do you want to go out some time? I know usually this process is the other way around but I really like you.” He grabs both of your hands and leans forward. “So do you want to go out with me?”
Before you could say anything, you had to clear up some things.
“Wait, if you like me, then why were you such an asshole to me? You fucking injured me for fucks sake.”
He scratches the back of his neck. “That was too far, wasn’t it? I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad. I don’t know,” he sighs in defeat. “It’s just that I don’t know how to act around you.”
“You could have just talked to me like everyone else.”
“I’m sorry I just didn’t know another way to get your attention. Every guy is all over you and I didn’t know what to do. I thought this rivalry would get us somewhere but it just did the opposite. I’m sorry, I’ll never hurt you again.”
He looks at you waiting for an answer but you stay quiet. Should you date him? He did cause your injury but then again it wasn’t necessarily intentional. There was a genuinely innocent motive behind it.
“Okay, fine. I’ll go out with you,” you say looking down. That’s when you realize he’s still shirtless. A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you look back up.
“Umm, do you mind putting on a shirt? It’s a bit distracting.”
He smirks, “Anything for you babe.”
After you’ve gathered all your things, you begin to head out.
“Do you need a ride home?” he asks.
“If you don’t mind …” you begin.
“Not at all,” he smiles.
All of a sudden he picks you up bridal style and walks to his car.
“And maybe we can have round two,” he suggests.
You laugh. “You’ll have to earn round two.”
A/N: Thank you everyone for being patient and please make sure to stick around for more to come.
Anonymous said:Got any prompts about the hero being kidnapped?
Anonymous said:Your hero and villain prompts are the best thing. Could I possibly get some prompts about a captured hero who is totally crushing on the villain, who totally knows it?
Anonymous said:Could I please have some prompts for a man who is terribly in love with someone he kidnapped?
Anonymous said:Good afternoon! Could I get a couple of prompts about the hero and villain having to work together in order to escape a much worse villain who has captured them?
Anonymous said:Hero capturing the villain and vice Versa prompts?
1) “Open your eyes.” The villain dragged the hero over to the window, with a vice like grip on their arm. “Open them. Let me show you how beautiful the world looks burning.”
2) “Gotta love the movies,” the villain said. “It makes so many stupid people think that dangerous means chemistry.” They shook their head, laughed. “It makes it all so easy. All you ever have to do is let people believe that they might just be your exception.”
3) “I’m sorry, I love you.” “You don’t kidnap people when you love them.” “I couldn’t let you die with the rest of them.”
4) l“For a moment there, I thought you were going to let them have me,” the hero said weakly. “Convenient diversion for your escape, and all that.” They met the villain’s stare - close in their hiding place, bodies pressed together. The tramp of footsteps down the corridor faded away. “For a moment there,” the villain murmured. “So did I.”
5) “But you,” the hero laughed. “You are nothing. There are a hundred people who do it just like you and thinks hurting someone makes them god. Give it a couple of years, and despite all your efforts, nobody is even going to remember your name.” The villain spat in their face. The hero smiled grimly, and straightened, stepping back from the cell. “Enjoy rotting for what you’ve done. Your immortality’s not going to feel so good then.”
6) “You don’t understand - I’m on your side!” “Nobody’s ever on our side.”
7) “You’ve kidnapped me to an empty restaurant?” the hero raised their brows. The villain waved their hand and a glassy-eyed server came over to set down drinks and a plate of hors d’oeuvres. “As if I would be so stupid as to take you to my base so you can have a look around. Isn’t that what you wanted? Besides.” A gleam entered the villain’s eyes as they speared one of the appetizers with their fork and held it across the table. “It’s almost like a date, don’t you think?” The hero faltered. The villain looked rather too knowing when they said that.
8) “You’re kidding me,” the villain said flatly. “We don’t have time to rescue all your little friends! Security are going to notice us missing any minute.” “I’m not leaving without them - and you know you’re not getting anywhere without me. So you want to stand here bickering about it or try and think where your not so bosom-buddy is holding them?”
9) “Oh would you look at that,” the villain drawled. “You got me. Your plan worked. You’re probably more terrified then I am - you don’t have the slightest clue what to do with me now, do you?” “I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”
10) “You know, this is kind of an inconvenient time for me. Any chance we can schedule this in for tomorrow instead?”
Summary: Like I say ti @amrita31199 this is one where Steve gets a massage and his dick sucked.
Paring: Steve x Reader
Warnings: smut (oral and penetrative sex) and loats of fuffly
You wake up alone in bed, again it’s the third time this has happened this week.
Steve came back from a mission a few days ago, he was tired and needed a rest but nobody was allowing him to do so. Between mission reports to fill in, training and meetings he didn’t have much time for himself.
You hated that he didn’t take this time to process things, that his idea of self-care was to run a marathon and destroy punching bags. You hated that he barely slept or ate in this last few days because he doesn’t consider it a priority. You just want him to be happy.
pairing: taehyung x reader genre: teacher!au, smut word count: 906
took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for whatever it was you were
getting yourself into as you entered the school theatre. You saw the class
performing on stage before you noticed your drama teacher, Mr. Kim sitting in
the middle row of chairs, casually minding his own business and taking notes.
took your bottom lip between your teeth, quietly walking towards him and blocking
the light coming from the stage as you stood in front of him. He stopped
writing in his notepad, glancing up at you before he spoke, “Miss Y/L/N?” he
asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
offered him a small nod of your head, “Can I sit down?” you quipped, using your
best ‘sweet’ voice, “I need to talk to you.”
swallowed a little, his mouth falling open as he devoured his eyes upon the
exposed skin of your legs, your thigh-highs and your see-through dress shirt.
He lightly bit his lip as he saw your red, lacy bra through your shirt, cupping
your breasts just right and pushing them up in a way that made his mouth water.
You smirked as you squeezed by, seeing his cheeks flush a little and his eyes finally stop undressing you. You locked eyes with him as he scooted up in his seat, leaving
you some room to pass him so that you could sit in the chair right next to his.
as you sat down, he cleared his throat, glancing back down at his notepad and
what he was writing, “There’s really nothing to talk about,” he began, nibbling
on his bottom lip as he continued writing. “I already dropped you from the
saw it coming, knowing the rules and knowing that more than five absences would
lead to classes automatically being dropped – and you have been gone for over a
week, almost two.
Kim, please,” you almost begged, your voice trailing off in a whine, “I will have to
take contemporary dance if I get dropped from this class.”
merely shook his head, still not even glancing up at you. “You should’ve
thought about that before,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N, you know the
You huffed before your eyes lit up with mischief as
you thought, here we go… Your plan wasn’t
working and you had to speed things up. Fast.
Without a second thought, you slowly slid your hand over to his thigh, making
him stop writing immediately but he still didn’t look at you.
do anything,” you spoke slowly as you began smoothing your hand even further up
as you slightly leaned in, “If you let me back in.”
felt the rush, knowing you had his attention at this point and knowing you had
him right where you wanted him. Normally, you would’ve never even attempted to
do something like this, but you frankly didn’t care. You didn’t have anything to lose
and currently, you wanted to be Mr. Kim’s… well, anything.
You didn’t really get a reaction from him
until you palmed his half-hard cock, lightly stroking him through his pants,
making him jolt instantly and push your hand away as he finally glanced up at you. “I – I have no idea what
you’re trying to do young lady, but I think you’d better stop.” He stuttered,
tightening his jaw as he tried his best to keep that strict demeanour.
“Why? What’s the matter, Mr. Kim?” you
questioned, a smirk etched on your face as he turned to face you. “Are you
He breathed in deeply. “Listen, I am
your teacher and–” he began, swallowing a little but you didn’t
even let him finish as you cut in.
does that mean I’m back in the class?” you interjected playfully.
he instantly replied as he ran his hand along the side of his jaw.
snorted, leaning back in your seat as you rolled your eyes, “Come on, I will do things for you that no other student
has ever done before,” you whispered seductively as you bit your lip, pressing
yourself against him so he could feel every line of you. “You want me to give you a little sneak
peak?” you purred, your voice strangely sexy and endearing as you ran your soft
hands up your own inner thighs slowly.
eyes momentarily fluttered closed, his breath hitching in his throat before he
finally let out another long breath and when he opened up his eyes, he was
greeted by the sight of your short plaid skirt pulled all the way up and your
small fingers pressing into your lacy thong.
His brown eyes widened as he breathed
out a moan before briefly glancing up at the stage to make sure none of the
students had caught on to the inappropriate scene unfolding in the middle row.
“You are insane,” he muttered, his voice lowering into a growl as he stared
hungrily down at you, licking his lips. He forced himself to look away from you
as you kept pressing your fingers into your core, “Stop it. Are you trying to
get me fired?” he muttered harshly, his voice barely there.
don’t really want me to stop, do you, sir?” you quipped, smirking as you
flicked your panties to the side and offered him a little moan. Every nerve in
your body were lit and buzzing with the desire coursing through you and merely
being in this situation was beyond stimulating.
a/n; ok so this is a super rough drabble but it has been sitting in my drafts for a long ass time 😩 pls look at it and let me know what u think! i might post a few parts or make a series out of this idk????