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Signs of Child Sexual Abuse

• feeling shameful or guilty
• excessive crying
• withdrawal from loved ones
• showing cruelty to animals
• feeding and bowel problems
• pain during urination and/or bowel movements
• signs of aggression
• self induced injuries, in example cutting, burning
• doing poorly in school
• depression
• stranger anxiety
• having poor social skills
• failure to thrive
• acting especially clingy and dependent
• trouble eating
• feat of certain things: people, places, activities
• sleeping problems
• running away from home
• bleeding, discharges or pain in mouth, genital or anus
• overly mature behaviour
• nightmares, trouble sleeping
• setting fires
• aggressive sexual behaviour
• promiscuous activity
• involuntary urination or defecation
• masturbating excessively
• exuding anger toward being forced into situations out of their control
• drug and alcohol abuse
• changes in appetite
• fear of recurring attack
• suicidal thoughts and gestures
• being withdrawn or isolating oneself from social activity

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Rotten Judgement - part 2

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,630

Warnings: Language, Angst, Slaves, Demonic creatures, Mythology , Attempt Assault 

A/N: Seriously guys, thank you so much for the nice feedback. I hope I tagged everyone, sorry if I didn’t :/ (As usual some quotes from the movie)

“I know who you work for,” Brock Rumlow, notorious human trash bag, hissed as he pinned you with the weight of his body against a brick wall.

He put his big, calloused hand around your throat and tightened his grip until you were gasping for air. You tried to pull yourself free, but your hands were trapped behind your back. He was breathing so close to your face that you could feel his clammy breath on your skin.

In hindsight, you should have known that Rumlow wasn’t going to be easy an easy target. He was a murderer and a thief, he probably didn’t even have a heart. Your targets were usually old people or horny men, this was a first and you couldn’t understand why Bucky needed his heart. It was most likely all black and corrupted.

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baby, my baby | 03

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count: 3.0 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

part one ↠ ↠ previous part part three ↠ next part

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anonymous asked:

bleu!!!! imagine this!!!! keith comes back one day and he sees matt and lance being all flirty with each other and he's like really jealous so he stops talking to lance to give them space and he's pouting even more than normal if thats possible, so lance goes check on him and they confess to each other and its kinda angsty but its very soft

imagined it. fun to write! enjoy!


Keith’s eyes follows every move and the unsettling feeling inside him only grows when the pair in the middle for the training room share a laugh as Matt pulls Lance off the mat after he successfully flipped the brunet over in their match.

Okay, was that extra tick of holding hands necessary?

There’s a swoosh sound near him and Keith blinks in surprise when Pidge shouts terrified next to him.

“What, what¡?” he asks, looking around for a possible danger, tightening his hold on his Marmora’s blade in the process but Pidge only flinches away from him, hand over her chest as she takes deep breaths.

“Keith, for fucks sake, control your damn blade!” Pidge shouts, her eyes losing their fear as she glares at her teammate, “That thing almost poked my eye out!”

Keith blinks at the accusation before his eyes look down to his hand, fully expecting a small knife but instead meeting his full formed Marmora’s blade, the curve at the tip close to his tigh.

“Oh, shit! Pidge, I’m so sorry!” Keith winces, shaking the blade for a tick, trying to turning back to its small size and sighing in relief when it finally does, “I am so so sorry, Pidge! I didn’t even realized -“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re sorry.” Pidge waves him off, a small sigh leaving her lips as she sits back on their bench slowly and wipes the sweat running down her forehead with her towel, “I thought you said that you had this thing under control? Didn’t Kolivan’s training work?”

Keith shakes his head, eyes inspecting his knife slowly. “No, no, it did, but it activates whenever I’m having strong feelings over something? So, it’s hard to control that sometimes.”

Pidge arches an eyebrow at the statement. “Strong feelings? What the heck does that -”

“Guys! Are you okay?”

Both teens turn their head towards the new voice. Lance and Matt make their way towards them, a concern look on both of their faces.

“Pidge, are you okay?” Matt asks, looking her over quickly before sighing in relief at no signs of injury.

“I’m fine, Keith just surprised me with a knife move, I guess.” Pidge shrugs nonchalantly.

Keith still winces guiltily. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, dude.”

“Well,” Lance starts, cocking his hip to the side, “I think Matt and I also deserve an apology because you two messed with our groove just now.”

Matt nods, arm resting against Lance’s shoulder casually. “Heck yeah, man! I was kicking his ass.”

“Uh, no, excuse you, Mister, but I was sweeping the floor with your butt!”

“Well, I don’t know about ‘sweeping’ but there was definitely staring,” Matt jokes, wiggling his eyebrows in an over dramatic way to be seductive and it makes Lance to snort.

“Says the one who whistled at this masterpiece!” Lance laughs, point at his butt and Matt actually leans back to look at it before he nods in approval.

“A very nice butt, yes.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, teasing at the edge of her tongue until there’s a familiar sound and this time it’s Lance’s shriek that echoes around the training room.

“Keith! Quiznak, control your damn blade!” Lance shouts, jumping on his spot and taking cover behind Matt when Keith’s knife turns into a full sharp blade, the soft purple on it glowing like a pulse.

“Heh, cool.” Matt whistles, leaning closer to have a better look of the blade, “That was awesome! How does it work? Does it activate at will or does it work like with a button or?”

“Uh, no, no, it activates on….um, emotions I guess.” Keith answers awkwardly, frowning when his blade takes a second longer to go back to its original form.

“Cool.” Matt nods, eyes still inspecting the small knife.

Pidge frowns, eyes staring right at Keith before falling on his knife and then looking at Lance and Matt together.

It clicks.

“Oh,” Pidge breaths out, “Ooooh!”

The three men look back at her surprised, Lance being the only one to arch an eyebrow at her in confusion. “Pidge -?”

“Matt, I need your help as in right now, with something techny whatnot back in Green’s hangar,” Pidge cuts him off hurriedly, grabbing her brother by the wrist and pulling him along, “Come on now.”

“Uh, Pidge, what -?” Keith starts but blinks in surprise when Pidge spins back at him.

“Keith, you are jelly, as in jealous -”

Lance chokes. “He’s what ¡?”

“ - so I’m just protecting everyone’s eyes by doing this. So, uh, yeah, fix it and control your blade.”

“You are what¡?” Lance shouts, eyes falling on Keith while the teen’s eye twitches in annoyance, his free hand raising as if to choke from afar Pidge’s neck.

“That little sh -”

“Keith! Focus!” Lance slaps his arm, ignoring the surprised yelp from his teammate, “What does she means?”

“Nothing!” Keith squeaks, looking bewildered at his own voice.

Lance just blinks at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion before he hums, leaning back to stare at Keith in deep thought. He rubs his chin casually before he claps his hands and slowly takes Keith’s knife from him.

“Yeah, okay, excuse me, I’m just gonna grab this,” Lance nods in approval when Keith finally lets go of the blade, frowning confused but not making an effort to stop Lance’s action, “And I’m going to leave it right here on the bench because I don’t want to get stabbed by it.”

Keith looks alarmed. “Why would you get stabbed by -!”

“Because of this.”

Keith gasps but the sound is quickly tuned out when Lance’s lips are pressed against his own. It takes him a tick, maybe two, for Keith to finally relax at Lance’s slow and soothing moves.

He reaches out, one hand on the back of Lance’s neck and the other one holding Lance’s waist tightly, bringing him closer and almost groaning with pleasure when Lance hums contently at the action.

A heavy but pleasant warmth starts pooling inside Keith’s chest before Lance’s lips leave and Keith tries to chase them, a small whine leaving his own when Lance only laughs softly.

Keith blinks his eyes open, looking dazzled but happy. Lance smiles back at him, a playful eyebrow raised in question.

“Yeah,” Keith breaths out, “Yeah, it was a good idea leaving the blade on the bench.”

Lance’s laugh is cut off when Keith launches himself forward to reconnect their lips.

miraculous-oceanseyes  asked:

So for the 100 ways to say I love you meme, I'm so sorry to ask for Klance, (I'm sure you've done a lot) but could you maybe do Insecure Keith for no. 50 "you're beautiful"

Mmmmm boi I’m 100% into this request. Like I NEVER see insecure Keith (it’s usually Lance) so I’m super down with this. Hella down. Thanks so much!


Keith lays on the warehouse floor. His ears ringing badly and his entire left side searing in pain. He’s nauseous. When his eyes blink open, it takes him a moment to process his surroundings. The visor of his helmet is cracked. Bright light dances around him.

“Keith! Keith!”

Lance’s cries sound muffled. Keith groans as he pulls himself up on all fours. His left side buckles almost immediately. He looks down.

The under suit of his armour has been burnt away and has left raw, charred skin. His blood is sticky, and parts of his suit have melted onto his wounds. Keith winces. This doesn’t look good. 

He begins to crawl along the ground. He has no idea where Lotor or his generals are, but he hopes that they’ve assumed he’s dead and are now distracted with something else.

“Keith?! Keith?!!” Lance’s cries sound panicked. His heavy footfalls clang on the metal walkway just above where Keith lays.

“Lance?” He tries to call, but his lungs are filled with ash. 

He’s not dying here. Not like this.

Keith rolls onto his right side and manages to stand. He clings to the smooth, metal wall for support, and tries to hobble along it to get…. somewhere else. Somewhere he hopes his friends are and this fire cannot reach. Lance’s footsteps sound distant now.

He turns a corner and reaches the holding area of the warehouse. Large racking reaches up to the domed ceiling, holding rows and rows of glass cylinders. The gold liquid in them swirls and oscillates like a lava lamp. Keith’s eyes widen.

Just a bit. He thinks. It’ll be ok. It has to, and with his wounds as bad as they are… what other choice does he have?

With the hilt of his sword, Keith smashes a glass cylinder above him. The quintessence pours over him like honey. It feels cold, and his burns hiss at the contact. Keith screams.


“Keith?” Lance screeches to a halt. His chest aches from lack of oxygen, but he continues sprinting, this time in the direction of the howl. He soon comes to the belly of the warehouse, flames dancing between the liters of quintessence. He’s about to yell out when he sees him.

Keith, slumped against the wall, his chest heaving with exhaustion. Lance bolts towards him.

“Keith!” His eyes and hands start to roam over Keith’s body, looking for signs of injury. His under suit is almost gone on his left side, and Lance examines the melted and charred edges that stick out from beneath Keith’s armour. His fingers paw at pale skin. Beautiful and unblemished. Lance’s hands move up to Keith’s neck and he forces his friend to look at him.

“Keith! Are you hurt?! What’s wrong? Can you walk? I can…” His questions hammer out of his mouth. Keith forces his eyes to stay open. The pain from his side is gone, but exhaustion flows through his veins. The world spins. The heat must be getting to him. 

“I’m fine!” He manages. Lance notices how he sways on his feet.

“I’m getting you out of here!” Lance hoists Keith’s arm over his shoulders and tries to take most of his weight.

“But the others…?!”

“They’ve already gone. It’s just us, now let’s go!”


Keith only vaguely remembers Lance dragging him into his lion, the hum of the machinery, and Hunk hoisting him into the castle. They placed him in a healing pod, but the pod released him after only a minute. Nothing wrong with him. 

Exhaustion, Coran had offered. Dehydration, Pidge diagnosed. Lance carried him to bed after drinking 2 litres of water. It definitely made him feel better. Lance places a cool rag on his head and lays him down.

“Call me if you need anything, ok?” His fingers linger on Keith’s cheek. Keith smiles brightly and giggles.

“I’m fine Lance. Stop worrying.”

Images of Keith’s melted armour flash before him again. Lance tries not to dwell on it.

“Ok… ok… We just can’t afford to lose our leader.” He pats Keith on the shoulder and stands. His hand trails along the door frame as he passes through.

“Lance?”

Lance pauses. He smiles over his shoulder.

“Yeah, man?”

Keith sleepily smiles and sinks into his blankets. 

“Thanks for always having my back.”

“That’s what sharpshooters do.” Lance winks before he passes through the door.


Lance rapts his knuckles loudly against Keith’s door the next morning.

“Hey buddy? You survive?”

“I feel like I’ve been hit with a truck.” Keith grumbles inside.

“So nooooo to training then?”

Keith groans louder and Lance chuckles.

“I just wanna sleep.”

“That’s fine. I’ll check on you later.

Lance doesn’t see Keith emerge for the rest of the day.


“Keith?” Lance softly knocks on Keith’s door the next morning. “You feeling any better?”

There’s a drawn out silence.

“Keith?”

“Can you get Allura for me?”

Keith’s reply surprises Lance. The anxiety that had been slowly simmering in his gut heats into a roaring boil. Lance starts to punch in the code to enter.

“Can I come in? Keith I…”

“No!”

Lance jumps back from the door. Fear grips his throat.

“Just… just get Allura for me…” Keith’s voice softens into pleading. “Please…”

Lance spins on his heal.


He delivers Allura, who slips into Keith’s bedroom… without Lance.


It shouldn’t hurt Lance as much as it does. It shouldn’t twist his gut every time he sees Allura enter Keith’s bedroom, sometimes with Coran, sometimes without.

Hadn’t he and Keith bonded now? Didn’t they trust each other with everything?

Lance was supposed to be his right hand man…

Jealousy and fear poisons his thoughts for the next two days.

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Tutor Me? ReggiexReader! Part 1

Hey guys, so here is part 1 of my mini fic. So this part is probably pretty boring, but I wanted to just kinda set the story up! Pleaaaaase leave feedback in my ask and let me know if you want part 2 or if this part is just too shit. Thanks darls. 

PART 2 HERE.

PART 3 HERE.

EPILOGUE (SMUT) HERE.

Originally posted by ryan-coogler

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Pulse Part 8

Part 7

Genre: ANGST
Words: 1,821
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Stalking, injuries, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by 0awesome0mix0vol1

There was a sea of people surrounding you. Unfamiliar faces swarmed through your hazy vision and voices were muffled, barely audible at all through the constant ringing in your ears. You couldn’t distinguish anything through your heavy eyes except for the white tiled ceiling above you.

The panicked atmosphere seemed to consume you, muffled voices sounding determined yet rushed. There was a red spot in your vision, no doubt from blood that had gotten into your eye, and it was covering the view from your left side. It was hard to tell what was hurting, your brain only knowing that something everything was.

A bag valve mask was placed over your mouth, attempting to adjust the rate of your breathing. You weren’t sure if it was too rapid or too slow. You couldn’t feel your heartbeat, you couldn’t feel your breathing, you couldn’t feel your own skin. All you could feel was air rush past as each person reached for equipment.

And then a face moved past the red spot in your vision, leaning over you and mouthing something to you with so much resolve, that you couldn’t look away. His eyes pierced into yours, breaking open whatever trance your body was in. You were sent gasping for air through the mask, and your ears opened up to the sound around you.

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Meet the Red Queen of Palenque. She lived around the time of the city’s greatest grandeur under K’inich Janaab’ Pakal I (King Pakal the Great) in the 600s CE. When she died she was between 50 and 60 years old, and stood a little over 5 feet tall. In her lifetime she must have been important. The lavish tomb she was buried in, at the heart of Temple XIII, is evidence of her high status and high respect.

Her tomb was found sealed by a wall in a corridor inside Temple XIII. When archaeologists removed the stones blocking the passage, they found first the body of a male between 11 and 12. Just beyond him was also an adult female roughly in her thirties. Both bore signs of fatal injuries – sacrificed to accompany the Red Queen on her journey to the afterlife.

Then there is the woman herself, buried in a sarcophagus made of a single block of heavy limestone. Inside, surrounded by lavish grave goods, she wears an intricate mask of malachite and a jade tiara. Everything in the grave’s interior, the mask, the body, the jewel-encrusted treasures, were covered in powdered cinnabar. That’s the common term for poisonous mercuric sulfide. Besides being toxic, mercuric sulfide has a bright red color which we know was a popular color with the ancient Maya. As the tomb’s occupant decomposed her very bones were stained red. Researchers still do not know why the sarcophagus’ interior was liberally coated with a poisonous red powder. But it gave the elite inhabitant her nickname: the Red Queen.

Flashing Lights || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: When you witness a crime happen, an unexpectedly handsome officer saves you, and pulls you over, and then takes you to dinner with a little help from his friend Steve.  

Warnings: mentions of violence, itty bit of angst, a whole lotta fluff

Word Count: 2330 words

A/N: steve is me as a person in this fic tbh and ALSO this is a bucky au but like a 40′s bucky in the present like it’s confusing ik ik but its how i imagined it


You had been walking down the hallway of your floor when it all happened. It’s not everyday that a person gets thrown out of an apartment onto the floor, nearly going through the wall. 

Well, that’s exactly what happened, and you got stuck in the middle of it. After the rather large man was thrown out of the apartment, three other men walked out into the hallway before looking at a very frightened you, “shit,” one of them mumbled as the largest one came towards you. 

You didn’t know what to do, you were frozen in place, hell you could barely breathe. You heard shouting coming from the apartment and you just prayed to whoever that the police would be called or someone would step out to see what was going on. 

“Looks like we’ve got an onlooker,” the tall man chuckled, your heart racing as your feet instinctively carried you backwards, “I-I,” you tried to say something but your throat was dry and voice hoarse. 

“She ain’t gonna do a thing, Robbie,” one of the other men said, “just let her go, will ya,” he spoke and you couldn’t have agreed more. 

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Favorite Whump Tropes

hello friends! to celebrate the 815 followers that this little blog now has (whaaaa?!! thank you all so much!), i’ve decided to put together a list of some of my favorite whump tropes and situations. you know. for reference. ;) what are some of your favorite whump-y moments? i’d definitely love to know! 

now… let the fun begin! 

  • hiding potentially fatal injuries (if untreated) to avoid distracting their friends from the task at hand
  • pale skin, dark shadows under their eyes, lines of pain around their mouth, shaking hands, hunched shoulders, raspy breathing, blood staining the fabric of their (dark) clothes, sweat beading on their forehead
  • stumbling and staggering along (especially when it’s the leader of the group, so the entire team of friends can see and exchange worried glances behind their back) 
  • hands on their elbows to steady them when they threaten to topple over
  • the almost asked “are you okay” or “do you need help” 
  • worried glances, obviously conflicted about whether to confront them about the obvious signs of injury or to hover nearby, awaiting the inevitable 
  • when they finally collapse – whether it’s planned, slumping casually to the ground to “rest”, legs uncoordinated and trembling, their back against a tree, eyes slipping shut in exhaustion and pain and finding themselves unable to get back up, collapsing with a cry of pain when it’s attempted – or if it’s sudden and unexpected, the staggering getting worse as they walk, hands reaching for the wall, an obliging tree, or a friendly shoulder, the murmur of a name on their lips right before their eyes roll back in their head, legs folding underneath them
  • worried friends desperately running instantly to their side, gripping their shoulders, smacking their (too pale) face or 
  • the "hovering friend” being just close enough to catch them as they crumple, hands on their arms, hands supporting their head as they’re lowered gently to the ground
  • “wake up! hey, don’t do this to me. stay with me, you hear me?” 
  • “stay with me!” and “don’t do this to me!” in general

    (i just realized i kind of wrote a story there… heh. give me a show (i’m familiar with) to write it for, and i’ll do it. ;))

  • “i’m okay, don’t worry about me. we need to focus on —-” (especially if it’s a person that needs rescued, helped, found, etc)
  • hands holding them down, hands smoothing back hair, whispered nothings
  • “hey, hey, it’s okay, stop trying to move, alright? we have to take care of this before you —”
  • dabbing sweat off a fevered brow, reassuring voices in the midst of delirium
  • trembling (bloodstained) hands scrabbling for the fingers of a friend, the grip turning their knuckles white when it’s finally in their grasp
  • only one person (the best friend, preferably, or the one they were injured protecting, or the one who was with them through the ordeal) being able to calm them in the throes of fever (or drug-induced nightmare) in the aftermath 
  • unexplained weakness and exhaustion, especially due to some supernatural force, side effects or sacrifice (Stiles, Teen Wolf 3b was my whump heaven) 
  • waking up in pain with no accessible medical help or morphine, their eyes fluttering open, gaze flickering weakly, barely able to turn their heads to the worried faces of their friends as they hover nearby
  • “can you hear me? hey, can you hear me?” as their eyes flutter closed
  • muffled screams, hands over mouths, whispered “i’m sorry”s as a friend tries to clean / bind / analyze a wound while preventing them from alerting the enemy / predator to their location 
  • shaking, sweating, in so much pain they can hardly speak
  • pain when they breathe, every breath like molten lava in their chest 
  • winces, shuddering, hitching breaths, gasping for air 
  • “i can’t… breat–i can’t breathe”
  • fast, panting gasps in the aftermath of a painful ordeal
  • fingers going limp, releasing the hand of a friend or slipping off an object they had seized in the midst of their agony 
  • when their focus blurs, breathing fast and shallow, head slumping to the side as they lose consciousness (from pain, blood loss, etc)
  • strangled cries from between gritted teeth, hitched breaths when the injury is inspected, blood soaked clothing pulled away from the crusted wound
  • seizures, bodies arching off hospital beds, frantic fingers trying to hold them down as the bed rails shake with the force of the fit 
  • an oxygen mask being pressed forcefully over their face, the command to “leave it be, you need all the help you can get”
  • the frantic search for a friend, the desperate, determined “they’re alive, i know it, they have to be” 
  • the moment when the lost is found, the choked whisper of their name as they rush to their side, hands lifting their head off the floor, the harried search for injuries
  • the “oh my god. oh my god. hey, we need a medic in here!” shout, desperate, tinged with fear, then the barely disguised tremor in their voice as they turn back to their friend, whispering, commanding, “you’re gonna be okay, you hear me? you’re gonna be fine.”
  • found unconscious (or barely conscious) on the floor and someone sits behind them, physically dragging their head and shoulders into their lap, gentle fingers smoothing the rumpled hair and pale face 
  • arms wrapped around their chest, slow, shuffling movements, the winces of pain as they climb into a vehicle, head pressed against the window, the worried glance of the driver at the hitching breaths as the car hits bumps in the road 

I’m positive that there are more, but this is all I can think of right now; more to come, I’m sure! ;) 

-WG

Awkward Encounters // Tom Drabble

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland

Warning: none

Request - you’re living in the same building as Tom and you walk out of the apartment and walk into Tom wearing some unruly clothes and hair.

Originally posted by kiingholland

The day was going to be a good one. Until you woke up with an agonizing headache and sweaty skin. You were sick. And it was the achy, cold kind of sick. The type that drained all your energy and made you dead on the couch for five days. You hated being sick. Well, you were positive everyone hated being sick, but you especially hated it because you always felt like you were losing days you could be doing something productive. 

Sun draped the walls as you groggily walked from your large comfy bed, to the living room. Staring out the large windows at LA. Sun kissed the roof tops and spelled out a forecast of high twenties. You smiled warmly as you felt the sun reach your skin and warm your aching body. What you really needed was your favourite tea and to watch Gossip Girl on repeat. Gathering more strength, you dragged your body to the kitchen, which was open to the living room so the sun followed you where you went. 

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“Covenant” (BTS) Demon!Jungkook ~ AU

Anonnymous requested: Hi there! Can I request a drabble no. 3,8,44 with Demon!Jungkook x reader please? >.<

Prompts:
“I saved your life!” | “What will you give? Your eyes? Your hands?. How about your heart?” | “My kindness does not go without self interest.”

A/N: *whispers breathily* im sorry it wasn’t a drabble *spirit leaves body*
Thanks for requesting Nonnie! Hope you like it! <3 
askhdgjasghjasghdajsgh demonkook


Word Count: 2.8k
Genre: Supernatural
Pairing: JungkookxReader(she)
Triggers: Mentions of blood, injuries,car crash, demon,pact,cussing,sandwiches

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A scream filled out the squashed cubicle of the car.

Your own scream.
Your eyes were open, yet it was impossible for you to understand the image unfolding in front of them, blaming it on the darkness of the road at night, until you realized the lukewarm liquid dripping. 
And then it hit you -quite literally-.
You weren’t sure of the time that had passed since you crushed against that cow in the middle of the route.
All your body was aching, with such an intensity your muscles repeatedly continued having spasms. You wanted to scream, hoping maybe to relieve some of the pain, but no voice wouldn’t come out.
One of your eyes particularly had lost sight completely, too drowned with the sticky mixture of tears and blood to see; the other one scanned around. 
‘Oh my god’ you thought before it was difficult to notice but now you realized the car was upside down -thus so were you- the safety belt keeping you on the driver’s seat.

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Something Like That pt. 2

My hands slipped, and I wrote a part 2 type thing to my Klance Spiderman AU sickfic. (Part 1 here!)

Word Count: 1703

Screaming, explosions, sirens, frantic chattering, bricks thumping to the ground after being blown off by fire shots, and all Lance can focus on is Keith, who is caught halted in fear as the swooping enemies dart about above him and cause damage to the large bank.

Lance is perched on the ledge of a nearby building as other Avengers fire and attack the enemies, and he had been helping until he spotted his classmate accidentally stumble into this mess. And since then, Lance has been horribly distracted and has taken quite a few hits as a result.

He’s just about to leap off when he spots an enemy close enough with an unprotected side, but his gaze ends up following a sudden second enemy aiming flaming hands toward the building Keith is standing right beside. There’s a fleeting image of Keith getting buried by a massive pile of bricks crossing Lance’s mind just as the ball of fire crashes against the side of the building, and not even a second later, Lance is shooting a web toward Keith with one, singular thought: save him.

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Search Party (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

OMG WHY ARE YOUR PROMPTS SO CUTE???? Anyways can I have a Draco x reader one?? Like they’re in their 4th year or something, around GOF, and reader is a gryffindor but legit acts like a hufflepuff and looses her pet, but like her pet is a rabbit or turtle and Draco is just like “wtf you lost a ___ in the castle???” Thank you!!! Xx


“Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE! Can you slow down, I’m sure Hagrid’s not going to yell at us if we’re five minutes late to class.” You said, trying to put in your robe as she dragged you out of your shared room and out towards the hall. You had both overslept, you were all up all night trying to come up with solution for the first task of the tournament…none of you wanted Harry to be BBQ’ed by a dragon. Even Draco helped, much to everyone’s surprised.

“Honestly, Y/N, we’re going to be more than five minutes late, we haven’t even left the castle yet! And we need to make it to the field!” just to calm the girl down, you begrudgingly started running besides her and much to her delight, you guys made it to the field in less than 3 minutes, just in time. Hagrid wasn’t even there yet.

“About time you showed up, I was beginning to think Herman kidnapped you.” A voice said from behind you, making you turn around, a finger waving in the air  already.

“Draco Malfoy, how many times do I have to tell you to stop it with the insults?” you reproached as the he gulped.

“Sorry Hermione…” he muttered as Hermione stifled her giggles with her hand, she bid the both of you goodbye as she spotted the rest of the golden trio.

“I swear love, you’re lucky I’m rather fond of you because never in a trillion years would I be apologizing to a Gryffindor.” He joked, grabbing your bag and linking his hand with yours.

“Well I’m sure you never thought you would be dating one as well.” You said pecking his lip while he rolled his eyes at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you.

“Come on, Hagrid’s finally here and Potter is shooting daggers at me for keeping you away from the class.” He said as he led you towards the class, near Crabbe and Goyle and the Golden trio.

Care of Magical Creatures went on as usual, you chatted with Draco as you worked, trying your hardest to make him and the Golden trio friends. You can clearly remember when you told the trio that you and Draco were dating…

“Draco? As in Draco Malfoy?” Harry said, spitting out the pumpkin juice he had been drinking.

“OUR SWORN ENEMY?!” Ron yelled, as he stood up from his chair.

“Hm, that does explain why you lingered so much by the dungeons lately…” Hermione said softly, laughing at the scene in front of her, grabbing Ron’s arm and sitting him back down.

“I bet he hexed her! A love potion even!”

“Is he blackmailing you? Does he have Snape behind this plan of his? We could owl Sirius, or Remus even, they’re not afraid of Snape.” Harry asked, worried etched on his face as Ron’s frown deepened.

“There is no evil masterplan! We got paired up in Charms, after that we hung out more and one thing lead to another… I’m just letting you blokes know before anyone else.” You finished, blushing slightly. Harry was about to protest but Hermione cut him off.

“Would you two calm down? She’s perfectly capable of making her own choices, although I’m also trying to understand why, Y/N knows what she’s doing.” Hermione said, having enough of  Ron and Harry’s questioning about Draco’s intentions.

You chuckled at the memory as Draco nudge your side, pointing at how Ron managed to anger one of the Skrewts; Hermione was trying to soothe the angry Skrewt with food as Ron glared at it. Class was soon dismissed and you all headed towards the castle, you and Draco held hands as you walked, you could faintly hear Hermione telling the boys to stop glaring and to behave. You made a mental note to thank her later. Both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors had Potions after lunch so you all headed towards the dining hall. Since you had overslept, this was the first meal you were going to have today.

“I should’ve woken you up or something, but I doubt I would’ve been welcome into your common room.” Draco said as he laughed at the amount of food you had piled on your plate.

“Yeah, especially since the twins are still weary of you.” you joked back.

“I should be the one weary of them! Once Weasley told the whole Gryffindor dorm about us they pranked me nonstop for a week!”

“You gotta hand it to them, they snuck into the Slytherin common room just to mess with your shampoo, green looked good on you babe.” You said, laughing as you grabbed another roll of bread.

“Yeah, yeah, hurry up now, love, I don’t want Granger to scold me if we both show up late to Potions.” He said, grabbing two cookies and wrapping them up in napkin before stuffing them inside his robes. You bid his friends goodbye, Crabbe and Goyle waved back as Pansy glared at you, she wasn’t fond of how you would sit down and eat at the Slytherin table instead of your own house table but after Draco told her off the first time, she keeps her comments to herself and just glares.

Since it was a Friday, Potions was your last class of the day, and much to Snape’s annoyance, no one but Hermione was paying attention. Even though it felt like forever, class was finally over.

“Can you believe? Finally a Friday where neither team has practice! I just need to go drop off my bag and change, then we can go to the lake.” You said as Draco walked you towards the Gryffindor common room.
“I need to do the same, meet you out here in 15 minutes?” He asked, you nodded as you grabbed your bag from his awaiting hand, you kissed him softly and bid him off. You entered the common room, seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione already sprawled out near the fire.
“Hey Y/N! Are you up for a game of wizard chess?” Harry called out.
“I’m sorry Harry, Draco and I are going to the lake, he swears he can get the giant squid to do tricks like a puppy.” You said laughing.
“Alright, rain check then?”
“Absolutely!” You shouted as you ran up the stairs and towards the girls dorms.
“They’re cute together.” Hermione said as she watched you run up the stairs.
“A little too cute.” Ron grumbled.
“Come on Ronald, she brings the best out of him. Draco and his goons have been more civil towards us ever since they started dating and you know.” Hermione said, defiantly.
“She’s right, as much as I hate to admit it…and he treats her right.” Harry added.
Ron was about to say something when you came running down the stairs, a worried and frantic look etched on your face.
“GUYS! GUYS!” You screamed as you skipped the last two steps, almost tripping on your way down, luckily Harry caught you as he was already making his way towards you.
“Y/N, What’s wrong?” He asked as Hermione and Ron made their way to you.
“He’s gone!” You cried out, your eyes glistening with tears.
“Who’s gone? Who’s he?” Harry’ asked.

“Speedy is gone! He’s not in his tank!”
“Are you sure he’s not there?” Hermione asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Yes I’m sure! He’s a turtle, he’s always in his tank and as I finished changing I went to check on him and he wasn’t there.” You replied, a few tears making their way down your cheeks.
“Isn’t he in a tank…full of water? On top of your desk? With a cover?” Ron asked, cautiously, not wanting to make you cry even more.
“Yes he is, well was! But he’s not there! Now are you going to help me look for him or not?” You said, glaring at Ron as he raised his hands in surrender. Harry and Hermione started moving the furniture around the room, you quickly took out your wand and whispered Lumos, and searched under the countless bookcases.
You heard the portrait hole open but didn’t think much of it, you were much too worried about your turtle.
“Thanks Longbottom, but I see her, don’t know what she’s doing but I’ve found her. Thanks again for letting me in.” You bumped your head on the shelf as you stood up quickly, hearing Draco’s voice. You immediately ran to him.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, love? Are you hurt?” Draco asked, voice laced with concern as he saw you crying. His eyes scanned you over for any sign of injuries.
“Speedy’s missing! I was in such a rush to get ready this morning that I must’ve forgotten to close his tank cover after I fed him. He must’ve climbed out because of the new plant I got him…I should’ve listened to Hermione, that plant was far too tall for his tank.” You ranted as the tears rolled down your face.
“YN…you lost a turtle, in the castle?” Draco asked confused but he couldn’t bear to you in distressed so instead questioning you he comforted you.

“It’s going to be okay, love, we’re going to find him.” He answered, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears. You nodded, smiling weakly at him. You and Hermione searched the girl’s dorm as the boys did the same in their perspective dorms. After two hours you all regrouped in the common room and began searching every nook and cranny.

“Love it’s almost dinner time, do you want to go down and grab a quick bite to eat and then look for him?” Draco said, you were both crawling around the floor, looking for Speedy.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled, sadly.
“Speedy wouldn’t want you to get sick, you need to eat something.”
“I just can’t believe he’s missing, Dumbledore trusted me to be responsible enough to take care of a turtle, oh Merlin what is McGonagall going to say? Why didn’t I get a cat instead…”
“Just last week you had a full out argument with Granger about how Speedy was much cuter than Crookshanks.” Draco said, making you smile.
“You know I was right, he’s the cutest pet in the castle.” You said, laughingly softly at the memory.

After a few more minutes Harry, Ron and Hermione told you that they were going to go get some food but that they would search along the way, just in case if Speedy got out of the common room.
You nodded and went back to searching, you still had to look by the windows and under the staircases. You were heading towards the stairs when Draco yelled out your name.
“Y/N! I found him!” He said, running towards you, Speedy safely in his hands.
“Oh Speedy!” You said, taking him from Draco’s hand.
“That’s it, I’m taking that plant out, you must be hungry, come on let’s get you back home.” You gushed, Speedy only stared at you, unaware of the anguish he caused. You were about to tell Draco that you were going to your room to put him in his tank but he beat you to it.
“Go, he probably misses the water, I’ll wait here.” Draco said, smiling fondly at you, happy that you weren’t sad anymore.
You quickly nodded, already halfway up the stairs but then came running back down. Before he could ask if something was wrong, you cut him with a passionate kiss. After a few seconds you broke apart, both of you flushed, and smiling.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, love.”

Moon of Fire Part vii (Sastiel Sequel)

This was probably one of the most fun I’ve had whilst writing Sastiel. I appreciate all of your love, likes, comments, and reactions and honestly thank you guys so much! We’re 7/10 of the way through!!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v, Part vi

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The Call

General Disclaimer

AN: My contribution for Sakura’s birthday. Quickly jotted down on my extra long lunch break ^_^ Enjoy!


“This,” Sakura Uchiha grumbles as she drives her fist into the face of a particularly grimy bandit, “is not how I expected to spend my birthday.”

Sasuke makes a vaguely inquiring noise as he carries out a variation of his Shishi Rendan, sending his opponent flying through the air with several cracked bones.

“Never mind,” she mutters, ducking a clumsy kunai strike and using her attacker’s momentum to throw him over her shoulder.

The large band she and Sasuke have stumbled upon have been plaguing the nearby village for months, according to the inhabitants. They’ve take up residence on the only bridge in the area and have been charging travellers a toll to get by. Those who refuse have been violently robbed and left for dead, according to the warnings of several survivors.

It should have been the work of ten minutes to neutralise them and tie them up, but neither she nor Sasuke expected the majority of them to be former Kusa-nin. Even in this time of peace, missing-nin present a constant problem – especially those who made their livelihood pursuing war.

At least the Akatsuki had an actual purpose – these creeps just want to bleed people dry for their own benefit!

In the end, in the name of expedience rather than anything else, Sasuke traps them all in a genjutsu and Sakura rounds them all up. She’s kept the use of her strength to a minimum, not wanting to accidentally destroy the bridge they are trying to liberate.

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Fue un flechazo

2,36pairing: Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle x Reader

relationship: romantic

request: no

plot: Jaime and Reader have know from working together in the team, it goes through the stages of the relationship. 

key: (Y/N) = your name. (H/N) = hero name. 

words: 2,369

A/N: Please forgive me if any of the Spanish is wrong, or if this is offensive or if I get something wrong. Some of this will be based on research, and google translate (which is not the best), so please, if you feel like I need to change something then please tell me. From what I’ve researched, Fue un flechazo means ‘love at first sight’, please correct me if this is wrong.  Also, I might make this a series? Like do every bit in more depth? Or maybe a part two? Idk yet. But tell me what you think!


December 1st, 2015 - The First Meeting.

“(H/N).” Turning to look at her team leader, the frown on (Y/N)’s face turned into a small smile as she let her hands fall to her sides from their former crossed position as she walked towards Nightwing and her other teammates, as well as what seemed to be a new member of the team. If she recalled correctly, his name was Blue Beetle and he was Ted Kord’s successor.

“Nightwing, Wonder Girl.” Looking the boy up and down, there was much left to the imagination as his armour covered him very well, but as he pulled back his mask and his face was revealed a rush of blood went up to the young girl’s cheeks, causing a small blue to show on her cheeks. He was certainly handsome, in her opinion anyway, and she felt an undeniable attraction to him then and there, but it was an innate attraction that she couldn’t quite explain.

“Jaime Reyes, this girl has roused a physiological change within you. Your pupils have become dilated, your heart rate has increased a considerable amount, and you are perspiring more than you previously have been. These are all signs of attraction. This is dangerous. She will be a distraction.” Rolling his eyes under his mask, Jaime mentally cursed at Khaji Da and started to mutter under his breath, telling the scarab on his back to shut up and back off, as he retracted his own mask.

Though, he couldn’t deny that he was telling the truth. The girl in front of him was absolutely stunning, her face wasn’t yet hidden behind a mask and he could see the same reactions in her towards him that he towards her (though he had some help from Khaji Da when it came to that) and he was undeniably attracted to the girl, though he wasn’t quite sure because it was only their first meeting after all.

“Who’s this?” Her voice was sweet and it cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to reality once again. “I’m Jaime Reyes.” ‘That was not a smart decision Jaime Reyes, you should not have told the girl your real name’. Holding his hand out, he smiled as (Y/N) reached her own hand to take his in a firm handshake.

“(Y/N)”.

January 1st 2016 - The Team Notices

Running her hand through her newly freed hair, as she usually wears a wig as part of her disguise, a yawn passed through (Y/N)’s lips and a smirk crawled onto her face as she watched Jaime and Beast Boy. “Come on now boys, play nice.” She placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder and smiled at the boy.

‘Jaime Reyes, your body is still reacting to (Y/N) like it is your first time meeting her. Shall I release some hormones to try and control this.’ “No, leave things alone.” Muttering to the scarab, Jaime looked to his friends with slightly wide eyes as he realised (Y/N) had raised her eyebrow at him due to him, once again, talking to himself, “I was talking to Khaji Da.”

Nodding a soft ‘Ahh’ left (Y/N)’s lips, “Well, you should tell Khaji Da that he needs to stop interrupting conversations.” Letting out a chuckle, Jaime turned to fully face the girl with a small smirk, “Trust me, I’ve tried. It’s not working.”

Placing a small kiss on his cheek, (Y/N) smiled, “I know. I was only teasing.” A blush rose onto Jamie’s cheeks as he absently reached up to touch his cheek where she had kissed him  before she walked away, “I’m going to get changed. Wait for me and we can head back together?”

Jaimie was slightly taken back from the kiss on the cheek to vocalise a reply and so he only slowly nodded while (Y/N) let out a giggle, a small blush forming on her own cheeks as she saw how he reacted as she never imagined him reacting like that.

A sly smirk spread across the lips of Garfield as he watched the interaction and he rose an eyebrow as he lightly punched Jaime in the shoulder, bringing him out of his daze to rub his arm where he was hit. “What the hell? What was that for ese?”

Nodding towards the girl as she disappeared down the hall, Garfield crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed in disbelief, “Can you be any more obvious?” Jaime’s eyes filled with confusion as his face contorted to match them, “What are you talking about?”

“You have a thing for (Y/N)!” Now Jaime scoffed, rolling his eyes he defensively crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from his green friend, “No I don’t.” Now Jaime could hear Nightwing chuckling from his position at the computer system as he started tackling the mission report.

“Jaime, you’ve had a thing for her since you meet her last month!” Letting out a puff of breath, Jaime didn’t believe what he was hearing, yeah he knew he was attracted to her but that didn’t mean that the others had to know about it! But apparently he wasn’t very discreet about it.  “Don’t worry about it, she has a thing for you too.”  This caused Jaimes original blush, that was only small and on his cheeks, to flare up and cover his entire face.

As she walked towards the room where all the clothes and suits were kepts, (Y/N) was joined by Bumblebee and M’Gann who had mischievous smirks on their faces as they both looked at the girl, which made her sigh and ask the question that had been hanging in the air for a while, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” A small giggle passed M’Ganns lips as she continued, “We were just talking about how you have a thing for Blue Beetle.” Stopping dead in her tracks, (Y/N) stared at the two girls with a mortified blush on her face due to the fact that they had worked it out.

“How the hell did you figure that out?” With a shrug of her shoulders, Karen answered this time, “Oh just the way you stare at him when you think no one’s looking, the smiles that you share only with him, oh, and the blush on your face just now confirmed it.” With a roll of her eyes, (Y/N) let out a scoff and looked to the girls, “I’m not blushing.”

That was a lie, (Y/N) felt like her face was on fire with the way it heated up when they revealed they knew about her silly little crush, and that’ all she thought it was. A silly little school girl crush.

“Sure you’re not.” And with that, the three girls walked in silence to the changing room.

By the time (Y/N) had returned to the training area, Jaime was as red as a tomato due to the teasing he had to endure from Nightwing, L’Gann and Garfield and (Y/N)’s face almost matched his due to the teasing she had gotten from M’Gann and Karen and as the two left together, the five that had been teasing them stood with a smirk on their face.

“So, who wants to bet on how long it takes for them to get together?”

March 30th 2016 - The First Reunion

(Y/N) had found herself distraught over the small time that Jaime had been gone, mainly because he wasn’t gone simply because he needed a break but because he was kidnapped by a man the team once considered an ally. Someone they trusted. So, she sat in the bioship, making sure it was ready for when the team completed the mission instead of fighting, her emotions would just get in the way and made it more likely for her to lose control of her powers.

Once L’Gann brought Jaime back to the bioship (after been blown back by his own power and the power of the Black Beetle they had encountered), she rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him, careful not to hug him to tightly and to be mindful of his injuries. He returned the hug, bringing her in closer to himself as he did. “I’m so glad you’re okay Blue.”

Pulling back from him, she looked over his body, even though it was protected, for any obvious signs of injury. “Are you hurt?” Smiling at the girl, Jaime shook his head ‘no’, even though he was sure he had some bruising and some fractures, so he wouldn’t worry the girl. “I’m okay.”

As she smiled back, “I’m glad.” Leaning forward, she kissed the boy on his protected cheek, which caused him to blush but it was blocked by the armor on his skin. As they travelled back to base, Jaime lay with his head on (Y/N)’s lap at her request and the two talked to distract themselves of what just happened as the rest of the team looked on with soft smiles.

June 13th 2016 - Fighting

Neither (Y/N) or Jaime had seen this coming, he had previously betrayed the team and knocked them all out so he could get the crystal key and then he lied about it. Then he seemed to be all buddy-buddy with the enemy, the Reach, even appearing at their conference. It was almost like he was acting a puppet and not himself.

Now, they were fighting. Khaji Da was easily able to use Jaime to subdue Batgirl and Impulse, but (Y/N) was harder to take down due to the fact that her powers were rooted in magic and the scarab had a weakness when it came to magic. So, with the help of Rocket she was able to trap Jaime in a bubble of magic that he couldn’t break.

“I’m sorry, this has to be done. You are out of control Blue.” It appeared that Jaime had looked at the girl, but she knew it was only the scarab and that Jaime had no control of his actions at the minute.  

June 14th 2016 - The Second Reunion

(Y/N) stayed with Zatana in the temple of Isis as the team dealt with Green Beetle, she was tired but she knew she could persevere for the sake of Jaime. With her hands placed on the ground, she focused and started to chant alongside Zatana, giving Zatana whatever power she had left to complete the ritual.

(Y/N) had gone into a trance like state and so she ignored the fighting around her, and has no memories of what happened during the spell, but she knows that when she came through, Jaime was back. He was himself again and this time he hugged her first, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground and into his chest, whispering gentle ‘I’m sorry’s’ as he did and nuzzling his head into her shoulder slightly.

June 16th 2016 - The First Kiss

It had been a few days since they had gotten Jaime back to normal, a few days since the display at the temple and yet (Y/N) could still feel Jaimes arms around her as she sat atop her roof in El Paso, looking up at the night sky.

She honestly thought she was dreaming when she felt warm arms drape around her and when a soft voice murmured, “You’re going to get sick.” Letting out a chuckle, (Y/N) turned to Jaime with a small grin on her face as she did, “So? This night sky is worth it.”

Sitting down beside her, Jaime let out a chuckle and looked up himself, “I guess you’re right.” They both sat in silence for a while, enjoying the sight of the stars in the sky, the silence only being broken when a shooting star flew through the sky and (Y/N) quietly said, “I guess we have to make a wish.”

Turning to look at her, Jaime got lost in how she looked to him in that moment. The moon was shining down at just the right angle to make her face light up and her hair sat beautiful around her face (though she would insist it was messy) and the way her eyes sparkled as she stared out at the stars made it seem like the entire galaxy was inside them and he knew in the moment that his wish was ‘I want to marry this girl’. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

(Y/N) could feel Jaime’s eyes on her and that made a blush rise to her cheeks, she had to admit it now. What she thought was a silly school girl crush was something much more and it terrified her. Jaime was everything her mother ever wanted for her, he was everything she wanted for herself at age of 16 and she felt she was too young to know what love felt like, but from what she had been told about it she could say that that was what she was feeling.

Turning to Jaime, (Y/N) meet his stare with a small smile, “What? Have I got something on my face?” There was a playful tone to (Y/N)’s voice as she asked the question and reached up to wipe away anything that was there but that hand quickly feel away as she heard the next words from Jaime’s mouth.

“Puedo besarte?[1]” She was shocked, not because he had reverted back to Spanish, because it was normal for the two of them to switch between the languages, especially when it came to private conversations like this, but because she didn’t expect this. She could seem to find the words to say and she simply nodded yes and as Jaime leaned forward, so did she and the meet in the middle with their mouths moulding together as if they were meant for each other. And it seemed that the feeling that both had from their first meeting, that feeling of uncertain attraction had melted away into a feeling of certainty, a feeling of rightness. Like this was supposed to be.


[1] Can/May I kiss you?

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Anonymous said: Hey are you accepting requests?? I hope so 😰 if so, could you do a BTS, EXO, and iKon reaction to you (gf) crying during sex? Ah, also it’s because it’s so intimate. Not cause you got hurt. That happened to me one time 🙄 thanks Eonni 💖 Also please add Jungkook. i love him. I love your work as well hehe~. Please continue~

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A/N Jungkook is four months older than me, so i have no problem doing him. i know there was a whole debate and mess about it, but as far as i’m concerned, if they’re older than me by two months or more, i’m gunna write for them. this is interesting, i think most would be worried that they had hurt you tbh. this is going a shorter reaction, just ‘cause most would be similar. hope that’s okay. enjoy Anonie! Requests are always open.

Kai Eonni ~


Namjoon…

He would be thrusting at a hard pace, when suddenly he notices the tears streaming down your cheeks. During sex or anything intimate, Namjoon would always be in tune to his girlfriend, looking for signs, so as to be sure not to be moving too fast, or hurting her. He would slow down his pace and watch your face closely while asking, “Are you okay? Should I slow down?”

When he learns that it’s just because you felt so much pleasure he would smirk, showing that cocky smile of his where his dimples show and lean down to kiss you neck, keeping his pace slow so you could feel all of him. “It feels good for me too baby.”

Originally posted by simondismydaddy


Jin…

He would have his fingers interlaced with your own, breathing hard into your neck, letting little whimpers past his partly open lips. Suddenly he hears a whimper come from you and backs away, stopping all movements when he sees your eyes filled with tears. “Jagi! What’s wrong? Did I go too fast? Do you want to stop?”

When you tell him it’s just because you feel so good, Jin would become flustered and chuckle slightly then seal your lips with a passionate kiss, continuing on with more confidence. Wanting you to feel so much more.

Originally posted by thisdrinksjustsettingin


Yoongi…

Oh lord help you, you def will be feeling unbearable pleasure. He would be moving his hips expertly against your own. It would take sometime for him to realize that you were crying. He would be too involved to realize, but once he does, he would know why you were crying. He would just smirk and lean his forehead against your own, closing his eyes. “You feel that…” He would pant, pushing into you a little harder, those words being all he says as he brings you to your high.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


J-Hope…

J-Hope would be putting his dancer hips to fantastic use. The room filled with his panting and whimpers. He would be another that would take sometime to realize that you were crying. However, as soon as he sees tears painting your cheeks he would jump off of you. Terrified that he had hurt you. He would crawl back over you and place his hands gently on your cheeks. “Jagi… Speak to me, what happened? Are you okay?” He would ask, his eyes racking you over from your head to your toes looking of any sign of injury. 

After you explain, he would laugh and say, “Ahhh, Jagi you scared me! I thought I hurt you.”

Originally posted by chimchams


Jimin…

Your lips would be locked together, unable to separate, too infatuated with one anther. However, Jimin would eventually feel your tears as your cheeks brush against one another. Jimin would lean away and stare into your eyes while he brings up a hand to stroke your tears away as he slows down the pace of his hips. “Jagi sweetie, what’s wrong? Too hard?” He asks in a gentle voice that could sooth anyone.

Once you explain Jimin’s face would light up. “I love you…” He would whisper as he leans in to connect your lips to his once again.

Originally posted by vivacioustae


Taehyung…

Taehyung would be holding you close, his arms wrapped around you as he moves into you as at a steady pace, his lips brushing your neck. You would whimper out a “Tae…” He would lean back, thinking you want a kiss when he notices your tears. He would pause, not pulling out of you, but looking at you shocked. “Did I do something wrong?” He would ask.

When he hears your answer, a big sigh of relief would leave his lips as he leans down to kiss your lips. “I thought I did something wrong…” He would push into you once again, leaving wet kisses up and down your neck, giving you extra affection for how sweet you are.

Originally posted by bwipsul


Jungkook…

He would be so scared when he notices tears spilling out of your eyes. The first thought to come to mind would be that he had hurt you in some way. He wouldn’t pull out, but like Tae, he would pause and hold himself over you. “Jagi… Jagi, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” He would ask.

He would move to pull out, but you would wrap your arms around his waist and explain that it just felt so good. He would smile bashfully at first, then would come his cockiness. “It feels that good huh?” He would whisper leaning down. He would place a quick kiss on your lips then trail down your neck, collarbone and to your chest while his hips snap into you, giving you 10x more pleasure than before.

Originally posted by jeonify

Marichat Day 22: Rooftop Kisses

Marinette blinked up at the night sky, groaning. Everything ached. A chilling breeze whipped across the rooftop, causing her to shiver. The cold sliced through her pajamas as if she was wearing nothing at all. She startled at that. She brought one hand in front of her face and examined the bare skin. She wasn’t transformed anymore! The akuma…Chat…

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice asked from the side.

Marinette rolled to face away from the voice, curling in on herself. “Chat?”

She heard his booted footsteps as he drew closer to her and she hunched up her shoulders, trying to cover her face. The footsteps stopped. “I’ve already seen you, Marinette.”

“Oh,” she said quietly, forcing herself to relax. She slowly sat up, wincing in pain. Chat Noir knelt down to help her.

“What hurts?” 

“I’m okay.”

“Don’t be stubborn, Princess.”

“The akuma–”

“I took care of it,” he said gruffly.

“How?”

“Tell me what hurts.” Chat Noir ignored her, eyes roaming over her body for signs of injury.

“I’m just sore.”

Chat Noir nodded, face blank. “Your kwami is eating now. She said she should be able to transform you again soon.”

Marinette stared at him numbly. “I’m..I’m so sorry, Chat. I’ve wanted to tell you–”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to see you look at me like this.” She dropped her eyes and wrapped her arms tighter around herself. 

“Have I ever given you a reason to believe I would be upset to find out my best friend is also my partner?” He reached out and cupped her cheek. The material of his suit was warm and Marinette nuzzled into his palm, shivering. “You’re cold.” She nodded and he pulled her close to him. Marinette jumped when she felt his tail wrap around her thigh. “Sorry,” he grinned. “It has a mind of its own.”

“I don’t believe that for a second, Chaton,” she smiled back at him.

He looked down at her in wonder. “You’re Ladybug and you’re Marinette.”

“I am.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Marinette inhaled sharply and blinked. “Oh.”

“Is…um, is that okay?”

Marinette saw Chat Noir’s tongue dart out nervously, wetting his pink lips. “Y-yes.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned down. Marinette watched him, her eyes only closing once his lips pressed softly against hers. Chat Noir pulled back after a moment, eyelids heavy and a dopey smile spreading across his face. “I think I’m in trouble,” he mumbled.

Marinette giggled and leaned up to kiss him again. “That makes two of us, kitty.”