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I Know This Game | Ten

Pairings: Bucky x Foster!Reader

Summary: One year later. 

Warnings: Talk of depression and mental health issues. Angst (it’s mild, I promise). Implied sexual content.

Notes: Takes place exactly one year after the events in Chapter 9. I think we all secretly wanted this ending to happen? No? Just me? Okay, well, enjoy it anyway. Title from ‘Hopeless’ by Halsey.

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Today is a momentous day.

That thought has been running through your head on a continuous loop, like a song stuck on repeat.

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It Ain’t Me: Part 9

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.2 K

Genre: Angst

Part 8 | Part 10 (I)

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Because They Can (Holy trinity x FemReader) fluffy drabble

Originally posted by pewdieberg

(( gif not mine - cutes ))

(A/n): ahhhh kill me

Request:  Request! Fem!Reader is a popular gamer who collabs a lot. After several hate comments about how “a girl can’t play videogames,” her friends Mark, Felix and Jack cheer her up through a Skype call. If you do this request, I would really love it if you’d tag me though I understand if you would prefer not to :D

Warnings: lmao swearing

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“I DON’T UNDERSTAND.”

“JUST GO AROUND THE BEND.”

“THAT’S LIKE THE SKETCHIEST THING I COULD DO.”

Not being able to coordinate yourself, your character ended up going backward by your control. You did not, in anyway, trust the front bend. Regardless of what Felix was trying to tell you.

You ended up dying.

“Oh, for fuck sake.” you grumbled, allowing yourself leeway to fall back in your chair.

“What,” breathed Felix “did I tell you.”

Together, Mark and the Irishman laughed heartily and looked into their set up cameras. You couldn’t help up pout at their joyous outbursts, hearing Felix tune in as well.

“I don’t know!” you began to defend, sitting up right again to reload the game.

“If I were to go down the front bend, I would’ve gotten jumped by 1A. I mean, they have lighter weaponry, but they had more soldiers.”

Beginning to mutter, you finished with “2B had less people so I thought I could just… slip by.”

Mark spit a bit before he laughed again, and said:

“I don’t think that’s how that works, hon.”

You only scoffed and challenged him with a “We’ll see.” before starting up a new map and inducing them to join.

Though the game had already started, and Jack and Felix were continuing commentary; you were slightly distracted by the comments of your stream.

Something’s about girls and games.

“Jack, if you round the corner onnnn…” you drawled for a moment before making up your mind “your second left, there is spare ammo in that wedge.”

“For sure?” confirmed Jack, clicking away at his mouse.

“Yeah, I remember. But, don’t pick up all of it, you won’t have room in your pack left.” you explained further “Utilize the space as much as you can so that you can pick up things like torch batteries. Yes, you will need them in the third map; second half.”

Mark seemed to be confused for a second, peering into his camera lens “Have you played through this before?” he asked.

“No.” you answered “You can just assume, because in that map, the only places to ‘hide’ in are the forest caves. Which are dark.”

Mark and Jack pushed out a chorus of ‘oh’s and thanked you heartily. Felix and yourself laughed, and you allowed yourself to glance at the chat once again.

“Should we take maybe five minutes to read over some things in the chat?” you suggested. The three boys agreed.

“Suuure thing.” sang Sean. Quickly, he leaned back in his chair and stretched himself fully; making inhuman groans with his mouth. You winced quaintly and chuckled.

“Uhhhmmm..” Mark sounded uncomfortable “these aren’t very appropriate.”

You were struck by confusion at first, offering your lens a childish look. You then checked, and read several comments in the below chat.

‘she’s pretty dumb for getting killed so easily lmao’

‘idiot move (Y/n)’

‘why girl’s shouldn’t play video games ^^^ they will get you killed smh’’

‘airheaded bitch wtf’

Well, shit. You wouldn’t have guessed people were still this immature. Have to admit though, you were a little peeved they totally bypassed everything you had just said.

“They mean me…” you mumbled half hearted.

“Yeah,” Felix said, sounding detached “they do.”

The four of you kind of sat in an uneasy silence. The chat slowed, some viewers even slightly apologizing.

Until one:

‘yea and? now get her off the stream ffs’

Ouch.

Mark was the first to admit how rude that was, giving his camera lens an uneasy stare. Jack followed suit with a disapproving look- the kind that tore out the hearts of his viewers.

Felix- well Felix killed it. He went on a lengthy rant about how sexist the comment was and how much of a douche that made them for saying it.

He went full rage.

“Do you want to… continue the stream?” you mumbled, silently hoping they would say no. You were alright, just feeling a little defeated at the moment. You felt as though you couldn’t hold yourself in front of any audience any longer.

“Not really.” said Mark, still glaring at his camera “Not at all…”

“Not anymore, I don’t.” agreed Jack.

The atmosphere hung thickly around the situation. Countless times, viewers that were actually trying to enjoy the stream apologized for the words of the ignorant. You almost felt bad.

But not too bad when you reached up and shut down your stream recording camera.

Felix, Sean and Mark did the same.

Silence. The skype call and webcams remained.

“(Y/n) don’t be sad.” said Felix. He smiled at you.

You managed your own grin and told him you weren’t sad. Afterwards, you thanked him for standing up for you.

“Don’t be a sad pupper.” giggled Mark effortlessly. He was really, heavily worried. Though, the male wasn’t sure it came across in his voice.

“No, no I’m not sad… defeated maybe.” you clarified.

Felix was a little heart broken. You were one of his closest friends, he didn’t need to see- or hear you sound so… deflated.

“Well they are just fucking… fucking dickholes.” he demanded stiffly.

“I swear to god, if any other small brained, chapstick looking mother dickbag says one more thing, I’m moving to America and starting a rally.”

You laughed quietly at the Swede’s declaration “Mother dic-”

“Mother dickbag.”

That made you at least chuckle a little, along side Jack and Mark. You were glad to be charmed by Mark’s deep falsetto of a laugh and Sean’s warm welcoming giggle.

“Hey hey don’t worry, she already lives by me. I’ll punch everyone in the face and then give her a hug.” stated Mark.

“I’ll regulate who can and cannot comment of her videos- only the very best may speak to her.” offered Jack, sounding proud.

You giggled some more, joined by the entire group.

“You guys are like my protection squad…” you uttered, filling with joy at an alarming rate.

“Well I mean,” said Jack.

“If we aren’t-” continued Felix, as he laughed.

“Who will be?” Mark finished, winking into his webcam.

“Only my three knights.”

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(A/n): beauty

I have given up on doing them in order. As long as I get them done so I can allow requests again, I’m fine

soulmate au - peter parker

Originally posted by toms-tights

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Soutmate AU. Y/N has been patiently waiting for years to find her soulmate. Turns out, they’re a lot closer than she could ever imagine.

Warnings: some cussing

Requested: no

I’m writing a part two to this so stay tuned!! :) hope u all like!
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Black and white have always been a permanent part of your life. Only ever seeing black and white meant no love, no soulmate. Every where you turned, your eyes followed the two colors like clockwork, that being the only things you can vision. Red, blue, green, yellow, etc; were all unbeknownst colors to you. Not even facades of memory. They were just nonexistent, in your eyes. To numerous others, they were pops of happiness in everything and every day life. But that’s only because of one thing.

Coming in contact with your soulmate.

It was odd, of course it was. You could go most of your life being around them and not knowing that they’re the one for years. You had to touch for it activate the color in your life and to find your meaningful person. Once you found your soulmate, your world vanished of the standard black and white tones of the sky and objects surrounding your being, to bright, vivid colors popping out at you from every angle of your sight. The first color to be pronounced once found, is the color of your soulmates eyes. That’s the first time you ever see what the true color of your other being is like.

But, you didn’t know what that felt like. You were sixteen years old and yes it may sound young, but the average age to find your soulmate is fourteen. By the age of thirty, if you hadn’t found your soulmate, you were given a grant and told where they were, so you could meet. Most of your friends had found theirs already, having a happy life with their significant other.

You envied their sweet relationships and ability to see the good in people and the real in everything around them. You had no clue as to what your coloring on your own body was, let alone anyone else’s. Your parents had told you that your eyes were a bright Y/E/C, whatever that color looked like, and your hair was a soft Y/H/C that glistened in the sun. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe their nice compliments, due to the fact you couldn’t trust the society around without seeing it truthfully.

That is, until one day in Chemistry.

It was a Monday afternoon, your eyelids drooped as you made your way into 6th period, setting your backpack down next to the lab table. Setting your head down on your folded arms, your groggy state almost swept you completely over until your lab partner, Peter snapped you out of it.

“H-hey Y/N, sorry I was almost late.”

You snapped your head up at the sound of the scratchy, sweet voice you loved so much, “O-Oh, hey Peter,” you slightly smiled, cheeks flushing in embarrassment at the possibility of your crush seeing you all droopy eyes and drool trailing out of your mouth. His lips curled into a sweet smile at your state and chuckled a little by the look on your face.

Oh my god, could you try and look any less attractive around the most beautiful boy in the world? Snap out of it!

He reached for his backpack and pulled out his notebook, opening it up to yesterday’s previous lab, “Hard night?” he questioned, turning towards you.

You sat up on the lab stool, scooting it closer to your table as you attempted a small smile in the direction of him, “I guess you could say Calculus ruined me last night,” you chuckled, opening up your own notebook as you started the continuation of the lab, “But the test was a breeze, so you’ll be fine,” you waved your hand in ease at the intelligent boy next to you with a slight tinge to your cheeks.

His lips pursed in a close mouthed smile in your direction as you began continue the lab from yesterday, both of you having butterflies roll around in your stomach for the duration of the period.

“Okay class, everyone pick up Solution #2 and pour it into the flask when you have completely Task #3,” your teacher echoed through your ears as you scribble down the solutions change of state in Task #2.

“Don’t forget” your teacher interrupted once more, “if you are able to see the change of color from Task #1 to Task #2 please write that down, and if not just leave if blank.”

You felt a heavy sigh echo from your mouth as you skipped past the “Color Change” section in your notebook. You grabbed the second solution and set in the holder before your mind wandered with a certain thought.

Did Peter know the color change in the solution? Which would mean he had found his soulmate. Did he have a soulmate?

The next thing you know, you’re leaning closer to his side of the table, attempting to peek at his notes for the lab. You stretched your neck, the chair almost tipping sideways so you could be able to look.

Task #3
Change of State: solid to liquid
Change of Color:

Instantly you felt your heart flutter and your stomach knot as such a little thing as a blank space could change your entire outlook on that Monday afternoon. He didn’t have a soulmate. Well, he hadn’t found his soulmate yet. The idea caused your cheeks to flush at the thought of having Peter that close to you.

You would finally be able to vision the color of his seemingly soft, lightly curled hair that fell in front of his forehead at times of immediate concentration. Or the true element of his loose and nice fitting sweaters he wore almost each and every day.

The color of his small lips that curl in a small smile every time it seems you embarrass yourself, fumbling over your words while talking in front of him every day in 6th period. To be able to see the light in the color of his eyes pop out at you when his chest rises and falls with every laugh or slight chuckle he lets out when either of you make a stupid joke, both your faces looking down in clumsiness and flushed looks.

If only you could meet his eyes with yours and at that very moment, his gorgeous sparkle would invite you to be apart of him and his love for both of you. You couldn’t even imagine how beautiful his entire being would be with the entire color spectrum spread without his-

All of the sudden you felt a spark like feeling zap from your fingertips. It climbed all the way up your arms, through your veins and lightly touched your toes. Your mind clouded with wandering thoughts and confusion as your head whipped in the direction of the feeling.

Glistening Y/E/C met a sparkling, captivating bright brown and your world turned vividly wonderful.

“You should tell him.”

Stiles looks at his dad in confusion. “Huh?”

“You should tell him.”

“Tell who what dad.”

The Sheriff rolls his eyes. “Tell Derek you’re in love with him?”

Stiles flails in surprise. “What? Why? I don’t know what you’re talking about old man.”

“Stiles.”

Stiles groans, hand raking down his face. “I can’t dad.”

“Why on earth not? You’re into him, he’s into you, just ask him out!”

Stiles snorts. “Yeah right, Derek Hale is into me. Right. Derek is one of the nicest, most humble, and amazing people ever. He’s smart, and he’s caring, and loving. Why would someone like him want someone like me?”

“Stiles, you are also all of those things. Except maybe humble.”

“I’m going to hide your cookie stash.”

John grabs Stiles, and puts him in a head lock. “Just watch Derek, just for a minute, then tell me what you see.”

Stiles wraps an arm around his dad, and watches Derek. He watches while Derek talks to Isaac, glancing every minute or so over at Stiles. When Derek realises he’s being watched, his cheeks burst with colour, ears raging red.

Stiles eyes widen. “OMG dad he’s into me.”

“Told you. What are you going to do about it?”

Stiles looks at his dad, fear in his eyes. “Dad …:

“Stiles, trust your father. Go talk to him.”

“Ok.”

The Stilinski’s unwrap themselves, and Stiles stumbles over to Derek. John sits down in the nearest chair, stretching out his legs. Melissa brings him a beer and sits down in the seat next to him.

“Is he going to tell Derek he’s in love with him?”

John nods. “Yep.”

“Finally.”

They watch as Stiles stops in front of Derek, Derek blushes again, and then blushes even harder when Stiles touches his arm. When Stiles finishes talking, Derek’s head snaps up and he grabs Stiles and kisses him with everything he has. Stiles octopus limbs wrap around Derek as he kisses the man back.

John and Melissa clink their beers together, just as Jackson yells, “About damn time Stilinski!”

“That’s. Uh- Cas? That’s a baby.”

“I can see that, Dean.” Cas frowns down at the chubby little thing, happily cooing and gurgling away in his carseat.

“We’re supposed to take care of that woman’s baby?”

Cas nods. “I believe that’s what she meant, yes.”

Dean throws his hands in the air uselessly. He isn’t sure which pisses him off more, the situation or how calm Cas is about it. “What the hell are we supposed to do with a baby?”

Cas shrugs. “Feed it?’

“Oh my God.” Dean closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, and suddenly sees her again, lying on the ground with her blood everywhere, begging for them to make sure ‘he’ was safe. 

‘He’ turns out to be about five months old and terrifying. Well, terrifying to Dean, anyway. Cas seems to be simply curious about him.

A few hours later, Dean thinks he may have overdone it. They are finally settled into the motel along with what seems like every baby product the local supermarket carries. The room is almost hard to walk in with all the diapers and tiny clothes and bottles of lotions and liquids and lots of things that appear to do nothing but look cute.

Dean is in over his head. He knows he isn’t going to be able to turn this kid over to a police station. Foster care is amazing when it works out, but he doesn’t want to take any chances. He’s gonna find this little guy a good home where he can check in from time to time. A place Dean will know he’s safe.

So now he’s stuck taking care of a baby for the time being, and he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing.

Just as the panic sets in, he glances over and sees Cas stretched out in a chair, the baby in his arms. As Dean watches, Cas makes funny faces at the baby, until the tiny thing is grinning all over himself and gleefully flailing his arms around. Every time the child smiles, Cas does too, and Dean isn’t sure who is enjoying himself more.

Dean can’t help a smile of his own as he watches them, and the more they play, the calmer Dean feels.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

‘Hot Guy’

Summary: It’s finals week, and that means lots and lots of studying in the library. However, a certain stranger keeps distracting you from your studying. (College Alternate Universe, Possible Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Based on real life events. I’m thinking about turning this into a series! Let me know if you guys would be interested!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 935

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

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I Thought We Already Weren’t (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: anonymous asked:
Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 2,413 (sorry, got carried away again)

Warnings: Angst

A/N: heyyy more angst! sorry this is quite late, but I finally figured out how I wanted this imagine to go. I did try to shorten it a bit since it is quite long, but I guess this is as short as it’s gonna get 😂 hope you like it, anon! ❤️❤️

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“(Y/N)!” your name carried through the halls above the chatter of the student body. Eyebrows furrowed, you jerked your head out from your locker to see who was beckoning. You spotted Peter’s dark curls bobbing amongst the crowd towards you.

“(Y/N),” Peter gasped. He leant against the locker next to yours, breathing heavily.

You raised your brows in amusement. “Yes?” you asked, curious as to what would motivate Peter to run.

Peter swallowed, “I need your help.”

“With what?” you turned back to your locker to shove your math textbook inside and grab your jacket.

“Ummm… well… it’s about…” he lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper and leaned closer. “It’s about Liz.”

You tilted your head away from him slightly to hide the anguish that quickly flashed on your face. “What about Liz?” you tried to keep your voice steady and calm. A difficult feat, as you felt a pit drag your stomach and your breath catch high in your throat.

“I—I uh—well—I have a date with her,” he stammered

“What?!” you exclaimed, shocked. “Wow, Peter!” You tried to shove out any tone of sadness in your voice. You knew how much courage it must’ve taken this nervous but excited and eager romantic buzzing next to you.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Did you just ask her?” you guessed.

“Yeah. Yeah I did,” his ecstatic state quickly turned into a more panicked one. “But I need your help. I have no idea what to do!”

“For the date?”

“Yeah!” Shutting your locker, you swung your jacket over your shoulder and headed for the school doors. Peter bounded after you. “Please, (Y/N)!” he pleaded.

You shoved the doors open, “Why aren’t you asking Liz, though? Isn’t the date with her?” You worried that that might’ve been a bit forward in revealing your subtle bitterness.

“Well, yeah but I—I wanted to surprise her. And I can’t ask Ned ‘cause I don’t wanna mess this up, I mean no offense to him, but you know—(Y/N), you’re my only other friend who can help me!” Your stomach twisted at that word. Friend.

“When is it?”

“Friday.”

You sighed, conflicted yet sympathetic. Here he was, the best friend you had slowly but undoubtedly fallen for, asking for your help with someone else. Of course you were jealous. Of course you were dejected and feeling a bit betrayed. But of course you were going to help him. Because, dammit, you were proud and happy for him, too.

After two years of daydreaming, confiding, and awkwardly trying, he had finally gotten courage and motivation to do something about it. You saw how he lit up when she merely looked his way, how he melted whenever she said something nice to him, how jittery and nervous he got whenever he was within a ten food radius of her. You weren’t about to take that away from him just because of your unrequited feelings; because before he was ever your crush, he was your best friend.

“Okay,” you replied. Hope and relief immediately washed out all desperation on Peter’s face. You couldn’t help but smile a bittersweet smile.  

“Really?!” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” you cheerfully affirmed. “Just, uh, come over later tonight so we can think of some ideas.”

“Thank you! Really, (Y/N), thank you so much!” Peter squeezed you in a tight hug that you half heartedly returned. He suddenly pulled away and reached for his phone. You already knew what it most likely meant, so you started past him.

“I’ll see you around seven?” you called back. Peter was already running the opposite direction.

“Uh yeah! Seven’s good!”


Groaning, you got up from your chair and stretched your arms above your head. How could simple chemistry equations somehow make your entire body ache?

You were about to plop back into your chair when a tapping came from your window. Glancing at the clock that read ten minutes past eight, you trudged over, unlocked it, and slid it up.

“Sorry I’m late; some nut job decided tonight was a good night to rob a jewelry shop.”

“Hm,” you nodded as you headed to your desk. Peter stumbled through the window, leaving it open for a quick getaway.

“Your folks home?”

“Nah,” you shrugged. “Both have meetings.”

Peter slipped his backpack off and slumped onto your bed. “So,” he rested his elbows on his knees, “Any ideas?”

You swiveled your chair around. “Not really,” you confessed. “Nothing’s really come to mind.”

Peter hung his head down, groaning, “What am I gonna do?”

“So… okay then. What do you want to do?” you inquired.

“I dunno! I was thinking maybe just dinner and a movie? Chill, not to much fancy expensive stuff…”

“No, no don’t do that. That’s typical, not surprising at all.”

“Ugh,” he muttered. “Has she ever said anything about like what her ideal date would be?”

“Don’t think so…” you racked your brain. You didn’t know Liz too well. Sure you’d shared some classes with her these past two years and had gotten to know her well enough. But you weren’t the best friend she’d confide to about relationships and dating. You also weren’t going to give up your ideal date for Peter to create for someone else.

You both sat in silence, thinking. There was a slight tension in the room that you both could sense, but it was hardly enough to make the setting awkward. You’d also never let it get to that point either.

“I know she likes picnics…” you offered. “Maybe you could get takeout from her favorite place and take her on a picnic somewhere?”

“Oh yeah…” Peter sat up. “That sounds cool!”

“And it’s not super expensive.”

“But do it kind of late-ish,” you added. “And maybe on the roof of a high building. So it’ll be darker and better for star gazing. Liz loves stars.”

“Yeah… yeah, yeah! That’s great; that’s awesome! Oh, okay okay! I got it,” Peter leapt up from your bed and raced over to embrace you once again. “Thank you, so much, (Y/N)! Thanks for being such a great friend and—and helping me and WOOH!” he whooped as he skipped to grab his bag. “I’m gonna go scope out some places…”

As he squeezed through the window you chuckled, “Okay…” That nagging feeling began to creep up on you, and you put your head in your hands. You knew the petty thoughts would begin to fill your mind soon.

You knew you shouldn’t feel jealous. You knew there was nothing you could do to change his mind. But you couldn’t stop it. You were mad at yourself for believing you could ever compete with a girl like Liz Allen. You hated having these feelings of envy and betrayal, because you knew they were futile. It was pointless; this was only going to make you feel even worse.

Okay, you told yourself. Calm down, stop thinking like that. Just be happy that he finally got his chance with Liz. Repeating this over and over didn’t help. Okay… Maybe the date will go bad— NO! No, God, why even think like that?! Okay, maybe the date will be okay but Peter will figure out he doesn’t really like her? Ugh why am I LIKE this?! You felt completely horrible when you realized you actually found solace in that last thought. Deciding you needed to just distract yourself before you could torment yourself any further, you turned back to your notebook with a sigh.


Four weeks and five dates later, wherever you saw Peter, there was Liz. Your one solace, your one hope had fallen through. Peter had begun to hang with you and Ned less and less as the weeks went by. His spontaneous midnight visits had stopped altogether, and sometimes wouldn’t even answer your texts for a good few days.

Distractions were helping less and less as well. No matter how many songs you blasted in your ear, or how many fanfics you poured over each night, or late night calls with Ned about any movie you two could find; the envy kept gnawing away at you. But poor sweet Ned. You finally broke and confided to him; keeping it in was just too much. And try as he might to help you try to get over it and keep you distracted and happy, you both knew nothing was enough.

It also didn’t help that Liz would often come to Peter when he was at his locker. Right next to yours. Even though they tried to keep their voices down to small murmurs, you could hear every sickening and sappy word pouring from their mouths.

“God, I think I love you.”

You froze, gripping the textbook as if it were your composure. That phrase had managed to slip through all the ambient noise and ruckus echoing through the hallway and reach your ears. How many times had you wished to hear those words from him, only for them to be meant for someone else?

Well you certainly didn’t hear much after that. You didn’t hear Liz’s reply, or Ned’s greeting, or your locker slam. The only thing that your ears registered was your booming heartbeat. You felt your whole body heat up, searing with anger and jealousy. You wandered away from your locker, away from them. Meandering through the crowd of students, you couldn’t think of where to go or what to do.

An obnoxious voice broke through the pulsing in your ear.

“Hurry up, move it, (Y/N)!” Flash complained as he breezed past you. “What’re you waiting for? Your imaginary boyfriend to become real?” he jeered.

A sudden drive and confidence took over you, fueled by the anger and jealousy coursing through your veins. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to make Peter hurt. Hurt like you were. And you knew just how to do it.

“Well that’s up to you, Flash!” you called. Flash whipped around, confused. It morphed into amused as you jogged over to him.

“What do you mean?” he crossed his arms.

“Pick me up, my place, Friday at seven,” you challenged. Flash’s face dropped into bewilderment. “Wear something nice,” you added, brushing past. “I expect to be wowed.” As you pushed open the school doors, smirking, you could perfectly hear the shock that rippled through the silence of the hallway. This was certainly one way to get over it.


*tap tap tap*

You startled up from your chair, not sure if you had really heard it. You went over to your window and opened the blinds revealing the red and blue figure. Sliding it open, you leaned out on your elbows, blocking him from coming in but opening yourself to conversation.

“Hey,” Peter breathed.

“Hey.”

He shuffled anxiously, tugging at the mask in his hands, “Can I talk to you?”

You shrugged, “I’m listening.”

“Why—” Peter took a deep breath. “Why’d you ask out Flash?” he timidly asked.

You stiffened. “Because.” Guilt started to take the place of resentment in your gut, but you shoved it away. You could tell he was concerned about you doing something so out of character and ridiculous on all accounts. However you refused to sway from your choice. You weren’t going to to back to sitting around moping about how he was with Liz.

“Because why?” he demanded.

“Because I can and I did.”

“But when were you interested in Flash?”

“When was it your business?”

“Since you’re my friend!”

You scoffed, hurt. “Am I?”

Peter squinted at you, “Y-Yeah. Wh—Why do you have to ask?”

“‘Cause it doesn’t feel like I’ve been!” you cried. The rest of your anger was spilling out, but with a different tone this time. This wasn’t a revenge thing or a spur of the moment vent-all-your-feelings session. This was everything that was buried deep, everything that wasn’t revealed to Ned, everything that really hurt.

“You’ve constantly ditched on stuff ‘cause you’d rather go to something else with Liz! You’ve left me and Ned hanging countless times. If it was because of Spiderman stuff, then I’d be more understanding, but it isn’t. You’ve just replaced your true friends with the girl you’ve been oogling for years!” your voice rose several octaves. “You never reply when we text, and you never answer when I need you or even when Ned does! So no, Peter, it doesn’t feel like I’m your friend anymore.”

Neither of you moved, too stunned by the words floating in the thick tension between you.

“So this is a jealousy thing.”

“What?!” you screeched. “That literally has nothing to do with what I just said—”

“No! No no no, it does!” Peter retorted. “You’re jealous because I’m spending more time with her, I get it—”

“No. You don’t.”

“No, I do! Look, I’m sorry if I’m not spending every waking moment with you guys like I used to, but it doesn’t mean we’re not friends anymore.”

“NO!” you cried. “No, Peter! It’s not because we’re not hanging out as much, it’s because we’re not hanging out at all. You’re always so distant with us now and you ignore us and—”

“I don’t ignore you guys!”

“Uh, yeah you do—”

“If I did, then I wouldn’t know that you asked Flash out, and I wouldn’t be here asking why the hell you’d ever do that!”

“Again, what the hell does it matter to you?!”

“He’s a douche!” Peter flailed his arms. “He’s an arrogant, spoiled asshole who’s so insecure that he goes around teasing people. He even teases you, (Y/N)! And you asked him out?!” He howled. Peter took a step towards your window, and you withdrew a little. “He doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N), and you don’t deserve to put up with that piece of shit—”

“You know what?” you glared at Peter, seething, blood boiling for the second time that day. “Yeah, you’re right: he’s a piece of shit who only cares about himself. But I bet he’s still gonna be a better shitty friend than you’ve been this entire month.”

Peter took a step back, appalled at what he was hearing. He pursed his lips and dropped his eyes to the ground. “Maybe we just shouldn’t be friends anymore,” he whispered.

You reached up for your window and numbly slid it shut. Knowing he could still hear you, you muttered as you closed your blinds, “I thought we already weren’t.”

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Prompt: (Prinxiety) Can you do something with like Prince going and doing his thang you know fighting and stuff and he said hed come back in like 2 days but he downst come back until like a week later am it’s just a bunch of fluff and yeah please? Thank you :) ~Anon

Notes: Yep. Yep I can. 

Pairing: Prinxiety

Warnings: Pure romantic sappy fluff with a side dose of angst

“Virgil? Sweetie?” 

Virgil lifted his head and blinked up at Patton. The other side was peering down at him, concern and sympathy on his kind face, and Virgil realized he’d drifted off again. He cringed, sitting up in the chair and stretching. His spine popped loudly in protest, and he winced. “Time s’it?” 

Patton sighed. “It’s after midnight. Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I…I don’t think it’s going to be tonight.” 

Virgil slumped, looking back out of the window beside which he’d stationed his chair. The world beyond was dark, the only sound the wind whispering through the dry leaves, and Patton was right. It was late, and the night was chilly, and…and if Roman was on his way back, he had probably stopped for the evening to take shelter, like any good adventurer would know to do. Traveling at night was dangerous, after all. 

Virgil swallowed, and huddled deeper into his hoodie. “He said a couple days, Patton. A couple of days, max.” 

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Double Take | Part 1 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: The reader is helping Peter with his English essay when he comes to the startling realization that his best friend is really pretty. Peter goes to Ned for advice shortly thereafter because he’s confused about his new found feeling for her.

Author’s Note: Wow, Phoebe’s back at it again with another Peter Parker fanfic. What a surprise… Anyways I hope ya’ll enjoy this and let me know if you think I should do a part 2. I got inspiration for this fic from one I read last year and liked. As always, my requests are open so feel free to send me a message with an idea for a story if you want.

Word Count: 1268

Part 2| Part 3


“Okay Peter, so the key to writing an analytical essay is to examine how certain aspects of the story make it what it is. You should always ask yourself why the author chose to do this instead of something else and how that effects the story as a whole. Get it?” (Y/N) explained, tapping her pencil against the notebook laid out in front of her.

Peter nodded slowly while jotting down some quick notes. “I think so. Can you give me an example?”

“Sure. Uhhh…” (Y/N) leaned back into her chair and started spinning slowly. “So the story To Kill A Mockingbird, it takes place in Alabama during the 30’s. The setting is really important because it adds significance to the events of Tom Robinson’s trial. That’s why Harper Lee chose that specific date and place. Okay?”

Peter put his pencil down and shut his notebook. “You’re the best English teacher I’ve ever had (Y/N),” he said with a smile.

She grinned and stood up out of her chair to stretch. “I try Parker,” (Y/N) yawned, extended her arms above her head. “Anyways I better get going. I’m supposed to have dinner with my parents’ friends tonight. How do I look?” she asked, facing Peter.

Peter swiveled in his chair and looked his best friend up and down, examining her every feature. That’s when his posture suddenly went rigid and his mind started whirling.

(Y/N) was really pretty.

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Best Of Me - Jungkook Version

Summary: He was on tour while you were at home. And there was no way he could stop it.

Best Of Me - Series: 4/7

Word Count: 3032

Originally posted by nochuie

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow then, you’ll do great, I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” With the click of his phone, the call ended. A sigh escaped his lips as he set the phone down on his bedside drawer, plugging it in to charge for the night. An hour difference between the two of you wasn’t bad at all, it kept him more at ease to know that when he was going to bed so were you, but it didn’t help him stop missing you.

“You done talking to Y/N?” Taehyung came out of the bathroom while drying his hair with a towel, and a breathy ‘yeah’ came out of Jungkook’s mouth. He covered his eyes with his arms as he laid in bed, waiting for the lights to be turned off. “You miss her?” Jungkook simply nodded at Taehyung’s question. It’s been awhile since he’s been home, and even though he can FaceTime you, snapchat you and message you everyday - it isn’t the same as seeing you stand right in front of him. “You’ll see her soon Kook.”

“I just wish I could pack her in my suitcase sometimes.” He heard Taehyung let out a small chuckle.

“She isn’t a pet Kook.” Jungkook removed his arms from his eyes to see Taehyung with a smile on his face, and he laughed a little himself.

“I know she isn’t. I just wish she could come to all of this.” Taehyung climbed into the bed next to Jungkook, and reached over to shut the lamp off in the middle of their beds.

“I bet she does too, she has a life also, and I bet you there’s nothing that can beat the feeling of finally seeing her again after a long time.” And he was right. There was absolutely nothing that can beat the feeling of Jungkook wrapping his arms around you again after not seeing you for what felt like forever.

With that thought in his mind, he turned to his side and his drowsiness got the best of him as he finally drifted off to sleep.

_______

It already started off as a hectic day at work. A huge presentation you had to attend early in the morning on how to come up with new ideas to get new clients. You then had to recopy multiple papers after a coworker spilt coffee all over the other ones. You were going between different rooms each day, trying to end deals with clients you already had. You didn’t even get a lunch break as you were sitting in another meeting, skyping a call with a big company trying to get them on board with your new deals. The salad in front of you didn’t even look appetizing as you were trying your best to make this sale.

You walked out of that room successful, with your head held high and you couldn’t even try and wipe the smile off of your face. Sitting back down at your desk, you were faced with stacks of paper that needed to be entered into the computer data system after all of these new clients hopped on board with you.

There was no doubt in your mind that you were going to be working overtime tonight.

_______

The make-up artists, and stylists were running frantically around them as they only had 45 minutes until they had to be on stage. The nerves kicking in like they always do. He should be over it, but he could never get used to such a big crowd. Jungkook looked down at his phone again to see if you had left a text, but nothing. He knew you would be at work, but not this late. Maybe you had a lot of paperwork to do and you lost track of time, maybe you got caught up talking to someone while leaving, who knows.

Jungkook’s face got powdered again, his nerves getting to him as he was starting to sweat. He could hear the fans as their screams got louder when it played their intro video. Someone lead them down a hallway to get in place for them to enter the stage.

And his nerves seemed to disappear as the bright light hit them.

_______

The sleeves of your shirt were rolled up and your hair was a mess, your hands were on your forehead with a pen in your right hand. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you only had one paper left to fill out.

It felt like an eternity, yet it was done. Shutting off the lamp that was on your desk as you stood up from your chair, stretching out your body. It felt like a million years since your stood up, you were so focused on work today. Cracking your back, you grabbed your purse and bag from underneath your desk and headed out the door.

The night has slowed down as you heard the clacking of your own heels on the sidewalk. Another sigh was let out as you slid into the driver seat, and the engine started, and you couldn’t wait to be home.

The radio was coming through your speakers softly, as it was a silent ride. You pulled up to a stop light, waiting for the light to turn green. A little spot hit your windshield, as more came just to show you that it was raining. It started coming down harder as you flicked on your windshield wipers.

As the light finally turned green, you inched forward through the intersection, but you didn’t get far. You heard squeals of tires, you saw a bright light, and a little scream escaping your throat. The night was already dark, but everything just went black.

_______

The BTS members conjugated into Namjoon and Jin’s room after their sold out concert. An encore was indeed needed, as their fans treated them well. Jungkook was the last one to get out of the shower in his room. He grabbed his laptop, and started to look for things that they all could do for fun since they have a few days left at this venue.

“Alright guys I think we should go to this restaurant for lunch tomorrow.” Jungkook walked into the room looking down at his laptop, scrolling through the pages. No one answered him, and when he looked up he saw they were all crowded around the TV. “Guys what’s so interesting?”

Hoseok turned around, with tears threatening to fall, but not just yet. “Kook…”

“What?” His heart started speeding up, as he saw that no one else moved and Hoseok was having a hard time talk to him. “What’s going on Hoseok?”

“It’s Y/N.” He watched as Jungkook set his laptop down on a bed, and scooted in-between the guys and was then fixated on the news.

“I am standing in front of the scene where this horrendous crash just took place a few hours ago. A male driver was driving past the speed limit, and ran a red light as he hit the driver’s side of Y/F/N Y/L/N’s car. Both have been med flighted to the nearest hospital, Y/L/N was not responsive when medics came to the scene. Stay tuned for further updates.”

Jungkook’s bottom lip started to quiver as he saw the news anchors talk about the accident. “Y/N.” It was the quietest whisper any of the guys have ever heard.

“Kook.” Namjoon said as they all watched him bolt out of the room. “Stay here, Jin come with.” The two older boys left the room and went to Jungkook’s room, where they found him frantically walking around the room, grabbing items, and throwing them into his suitcase that was lying open on his bed. The 2 older boys stood there and watched, as items weren’t even making it in the suitcase.

Jungkook went into the bathroom and grabbed the toiletries that he had. His arms were filled with items and one dropped, and Jungkook kicked it. He watched as it hit the wall and anger started to take over his body. He threw everything else down on the ground and the tears started to flow down his cheeks. He punched the wall, and his hands steadied him as he leaned against it. His walls finally broke and his sobs couldn’t be held back. Namjoon came into the room and grabbed Jungkook’s shoulders and turned him around and enveloped him in a hug. Jin himself couldn’t help but let tears start dripping out of his eyes.

“She’ll be alright Kook.” Namjoon hushed to him softly.

“She wasn’t responsive Joon.” As the oldest, Jin felt useless hearing the broken cries of the youngest. He didn’t know what else to do, or how to help. Jungkook’s choked out sobs were the worst thing he’s ever heard.

“You stay here and pack, I’ll talk to the manager, and we’ll get you sent back tonight.” Namjoon spoke in Jungkook’s ear, and Jungkook nodded at Namjoon’s instructions. When Namjoon left the room, Jin took over as he packed Jungkook’s belongings while Jungkook sat on the bed staring at his phone.

“Kook stop checking your phone.” Jin zipped up the suitcase, and rolled it over to the door, waiting for Namjoon’s arrival back.

He shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling with a tear stricken face and a red eyes. “I just think she’ll text me and tell me that it wasn’t her in that accident. It was someone else.” Jin sat next to Jungkook and placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently. Namjoon walked into the room, and they both looked up.

“Your flight leaves in an hour.”

_______

The flight seemed never ending. His leg was bouncing up and down, while his nails were getting shorter as he bit them off one by one. Once they landed, he grabbed his bag and hailed a cab heading straight to the hospital that you were medflighted to.

4 in the morning, and nothing was heard in the hospital besides the wheels of his suitcase that were rolling along behind him. With a heavy sigh, he reached the front desk with a nurse working. “Hi, how may I help this morning?” Her voice was laced with sleepiness. She was ready to head to bed herself.

“I need to know what room Y/F/N Y/L/N is in.” Jungkook places his arms on the desk as the nurse was typing your name in on the computer.

“I need to know the relation of you and Ms. Y/L/N.” She was only doing her job, but Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed.

“I’m her boyfriend, we’ve been dating for almost three years now if that helps.” She gave him a slight smile.

“I’m sorry sir, but you’re going to have to wait here until visiting hours open up.” Jungkook slammed his fist on the desk which made the nurses who were walking by stop and stare.

“God dammit! I flew back from tour to see her! That’s my girlfriend in a room all by herself now!” The nurse now was standing up trying to calm Jungkook.

“I’m just following protocol sir. The visiting hours open up at 8am. Why don’t you get some sleep and then you can see her.”

_______

Jungkook walked into your apartment, dark and dreary. The only sign that you were here, was the half filled coffee cup placed on the counter from this morning. A habit you’ve been doing for quite some time now. He rolled his suitcase to the couch, and walked to the bedroom where you slept. Your bed wasn’t made, something you always forgot to do.

Jungkook sat down on the side you slept on, and looked straight forward. The tears welled up in his eyes again, and as he turned his head to see the time on your alarm clock, one slipped down his cheek.

Jungkook knew that at this moment, he needs to let out all of the tears, and the sadness. He needs to be fine when he sees you, he needs to be strong. So he laid his head on your pillow and set his alarm to 7:30. Only a few hours of sleep will do for tonight, because he doesn’t want to miss any of you tomorrow.

_______

“I’m here to see Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Jungkook said sleepily at the front desk that he stood at a few hours ago. The nurse bobbed her head and typed on the computer. She stood up from her spot with a piece of paper in her hand. “Follow me.” She said with a smile on her face, and Jungkook walked beside her to reach the destination which was you.

“She’s in here.” The nurse stopped at the closed door. “She had to have emergency surgery last night after the accident. She still hasn’t awakened, but her vitals are good.” The nurse placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Stay with her for as long as possible.” With that the nurse left.

Jungkook carefully pushed the door open, and quietly stepped in. He went around the curtain and was greeted with a banged up you. Cuts and bruises covered your arms and face, your leg was in a cast, you had a bandage on your head, and you were hooked up to all sorts of machines. Jungkook choked back a cry that wanted to escape his throat. He turned around and grabbed his hair in fistfuls, wanting to scream but he didn’t. He only let the few tears fall from his eyes. He was beating himself up over the fact that you were put in this situation, and maybe he could have avoided it for you.

He pulled one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs up next to your bedside, and placed his head on the railing. “Y/N, I’m here for you baby.” He whispered as he wiped his eyes with his sleeves. “I’m so sorry.”

_______

The day went on painstakingly slow. Doctors and nurses would come in to check up on you. Each time they did, they would ask if Jungkook has slept, or gotten food. Jungkook would always let out a little grin while shaking his head no, telling them that he was fine.

As night appeared, Jungkook’s head was bobbing in his chair, while still waiting for you to open your eyes. Within seconds, his back was against the chair and his head fell forward as sleep took over him.

_______

The room was dark besides the the small light coming from the TV. Your eyes adjusted to the light quickly, as you didn’t know what to do.

“On other news, BTS’ Jungkook flew home from their tour as his girlfriend was in a car accident last night. Kim Namjoon, leader of BTS stepped forward saying that Jungkook wanted to be with her once he heard the news. The group of seven will be continuing as a group six for awhile until she gets better. Our thoughts are with Jungkook and Y/N during this time.”

That was something you weren’t expecting to wake up to. You turned a little to the side and saw your boyfriend sleeping soundly. You tried to turn a little more, but a yelp came out of your mouth. He jumped in his sleep and was greeted with you, looking at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” He stood up, and grabbed your hand with his. “Is everything alright? Where does it hurt?” You turned back so you were on laying flat on your back.

“I’m fine.” Your voice came out scratchy, and Jungkook barely heard what you said. “Water.” And he grabbed a cup that was sitting next to him all day. He put it to your mouth, with one of his hand underneath it just in case any spilt.

“Better?” He asked as he placed the cup back on the table.

“Yes thank you.” His hand went laced back with yours. A doctor came in to check on you before the night fully started and saw that you were awake. Jungkook was kicked out of the room momentarily as they ran tests on you and told you about what happened, and where you’re hurt. It was a lot to take in, and it felt like you were in an 8 hour lecture, but the doctors placed the details that were missing from your memory back in place.

When the doctor left, Jungkook waltzed right back in, and sat down again. “How are you feeling babe?” He ran his hand over forehead and through your hair.

“Tired.” Your eyes were fluttering shut as you let out a hum.

“Well get some rest then.” Jungkook stopped playing with your hair and you opened your eyes to look at him.

“I love you.” You told him with a little smile appearing on your face.

“I love you too.” He placed a kiss on your temple. You patted the beside next to you, and Jungkook gently laid down next to you.

“The first thing I heard when I woke up was that you left tour.” He nodded his head agreeing with your words. “I’m sorry that I’m taking you away from the fans and your job, but thank you for being here Kook, it truly means a lot.”

“Babe, you come first before everything. I wasn’t just going to let you deal with this by yourself. I will always be here for you.” His breath hitched as he continued. “When I saw on the news that you weren’t responsive, my world stopped. So many scenarios were going through my mind.” He turned to look at you, his eyes getting glossy. “I can’t live without Y/N. I’m sorry that you have to go through this.”

“Well I’m here.” You let out a smile as he looked at you. “I think we should sleep, and time will heal everything right?” He pecked your lips with his and gently wrapped an arm around you.

“Take all the time you need to heal babe, I’ll be with you every step of the way. There can always be another tour, but there can never be another you.”

“You are so cheesy.” Your eyes closed shut as Jungkook nuzzled against you.

“How can I not be? You’re the best of me Y/N.”

Let Me Love You

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Let Me Love You by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader 

Reader is getting over a bad breakup and ready for a rebound hook up. Thankfully she meets a gorgeous green-eyed stranger who is down for a night of bliss.

Warnings: This is pure Smut. NSFW, Explicit, hook up sex, fingering, oral, anal play, language, alcohol. So basically my usual. | WC: 3183 | On AO3

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘s 2K Follower Challenge, and an addition to my album challenge for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s Album Fanfic Challenge. 


I met Sam when he came to the university library one afternoon. He was sweet, funny, and a little nerdy. It seemed like I never met nice guys anymore. And after my disaster of a relationship and subsequent nasty breakup, it was nice to be interested in someone again.

“So you’ve been in Amherst for a few days?” I asked, shuffling through discarded books on the table.

Sam studied the maps in front of us for a moment, before he focused on my question. “Yeah, my brother and I are working here on a job.”

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Don't Look (Yongguk)

Word Count: 3021

Contains: Mafia!AU / Mafia!Idol / Wall Sex / Marking / Biting / Masterbaition / Caught Kink / Hair Pulling

Request: 

A/N: I’ve heard of Jess starting a Himchan for your soon, Love. Until then. I hope you like this one. I couldn’t resist it.

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Walk by you

Originally posted by spaghelliot

Forst of all I’m sorry that it took me so long, I had a writer’s block and didn’t want to write against myse;f, because I knew it would suck. Also Sorry if it’s not as you wanted this, yet I hope you will enjoy that.



Sighting slightly, you stood up from your chair, stretching slightly and walking towards your wardrobe, searching for your raiment with slight frown on your face. When you couldn’t find anything, you groaned and walked towards the glass-cabinet where your cape was, which not even moved when you got to it. With sight you took it by the collar and made it turn to you.
“Where are my clothes?” It moved slightly as if it was trying to play innocent. You just rolled your eyes, grabbing it tighter. “If you want to ever go to Kamar-Taj today, you have to give me my clothes back, you understand?” Cape moved slightly and waved itself in direction of your bathroom. Letting go of it you walked to get dressed, cursing under your breath at the day when you meet the black cape, which got attracted to you in an instant when it saw you.

When you finally dressed in your dark robes, you got out of the bathroom and put on your sling ring. When you created the portal, your cape wrapped itself around your shoulders, and you walked through the portal, slight smile on your face.
You haven’t been in Kamar-Taj for a while now, choosing live in solitude after Kaecelius, your best friend, left. You heard of what he was up to half year ago, and yet you choose not to do anything, distancing yourself from everything and everyone, only you and your cape in small cabin in  the middle of some polish woods, away from the world.
And yet, few days ago you found a message from Wong on your porch. With smile on your face you read of how he wanted to introduce you to the new Sorcerer Supreme, which name you never heard before. Some Strange guy from what you remember reading.

When you stepped through the portal, every single student on training ground stopped what they were doing at the sight of you, at which you scoffed. You never liked the attention you got, especially after you were recognized as Kaecelius’s friend.
“What?” You growled at them, which instantly made them look away from you and got back to what they were doing. Rolling your eyes you walked to the library where you found Wong, who spoke with someone. Before you were able to even open your mouth, your cape flew in their direction, making you to do full 360 degree turn, finished in you landing on your butt, face to doors direction and merry-go-round in your head. Groaning you turned in direction of Wong and other man, who made a surprised sound. Apparently he ended just like you, his cape no longer on his shoulders, instead of that both your capes levitated together, rolled into a ball. You furrowed your brow and walked to them, trying to separate them, yet it gave you nothing.

“For the love of God, could you be so kind and act normal for once?!” You growled at your cape, which apparently had you in where sun don’t shine.
“What’s going on?” Man, who was a master of the other cape walked to you, looking at the artifacts with frown on his face. Behind his back Wong laughed, which made both of you look in his direction, man with shock and you with frown.
“Explain.” You walked to him, waiting for explanation.
“It’s nothing really. You two just have to give them some time. They haven’t seen each other for really long.” You looked at him as if he was sick. Seeing your gaze Wong sighed and patted your shoulder, having for nothing your distaste of human touch. “That is The Cape of Levitation.” You raised your eyebrow, still not understanding what he was telling you. “Nothing? Have you ever read about your Cloak of Invisibility?”
“No.” You almost screamed at him, showing his hand away. “That’s why I’m asking you to explain it to me.”
“You? Asking?”
“Better speak until I’m doing it nicely.” You put your hands on your hips looking at him with furrowed brow. Master Librarian only sighed and waved at you and the man to follow him.
“Tea?”
“I don’t want any tea, I want my Cloak sane.” Wong only rolled his eyes and looked at man who was behind you.
“Yes, please.” He sat at the table and so did you, impatience clear on your face. You didn’t choose a solitude without the reasons. You hated people and now you were forced to interaction with them.


“So, you see now, why they are acting that way?” Both you, and Stephen, as you learned was the mysterious man’s with weird facial hairs name, looked at your capes with raised eyebrows. When you turned back to Wong you jumped slightly at sight of Stephen watching you intently.
“You want me to believe that they are like this because their former owners were lovers?”
“Oh, they were more than just lovers. As the Ancient One said, such deep and overwhelming feeling for other person is rare and those two were really made for each other.” You just rolled your eyes.
“I don’t believe in such fairytales. When Cloak will be done with its shit, I’m going back where I came from and I hope to not to see this red rag ever again.” After your words, you felt something slapping you on the back of your head, hard enough, that you almost hit the table with your face. “What the hell?” You turned around and looked at your cloak, which looked pretty pissed off. “Don’t give me that look. It’s not like I’m going to change my way of living because your former masters were close.” It slapped you again, this time in the cheek. Wong cleared his throat shyly, and you looked at him.
“It’s quite possible that the they love each other, just like their masters did.” You groaned.
“Great, now my another problem is my cloak having a crush in the Cape of Levitation.” You facepalmed and looked at Stephen, who whispered to his cape this whole time. When he saw you looking, he stopped and cleared his throat.
“You may come to New Your Sanctuary and stay there, so…”
“No way, nah-ah.” You got up and shook your head. “I’m not gonna do it, not for cloak, nor for anybo-” You stopped when your cloak slapped once more. Looking at it with hard eyes, you finally groaned. “Fine, ok. We will go, but don’t you dare to slap me again.” Cloak twirled slightly in air and wrapped itself around your shoulders. You looked at Wong with hatred in your eyes.
There is no way that this bastard didn’t knew that this was going to happened.
Strange stood up, with his cape on his shoulders and was ready to open the portal when your cloak pushed you in his direction, making you fall into his arms. You shook at the feeling of his warm arms wrapping around you for support, and when you looked up, you didn’t even had time to look into his eyes, for cape of levitation pushing it’s master’s head down, making your lips meet. Your eyes widened at that. Never in your life have you thought that you would kiss someone other than Kaecelius, and especially not a man who you meet barely hour ago. And yet, there you were, your eyes opened in shock, while his closed, him lips moving against your, arms wrapping tighter around you. You didn’t knew what to do.
When he finally moved away, your face was as read as his cape, if not more. You looked away, only to see Wong is gone.
“Don’t be mad at me, but I really think that you are a beautiful woman… and after what we heard, I maybe started to believe in destiny.” You looked at him, ready to throw some snarky comment, but when you looked into his eyes, your breath got caught in your throat. Never in your life have you saw eyes as blue as his.
“I… don’t believe in destiny, nor in love at first sight.” He smirked at that, opening the portal to the New Your Sanctuary and letting you go first.
“Then how about I will walk by you again?” You tripped at his words and would definitely fall, if it weren’t for your cape who helped you walk straight. Stephen only laughed and walked through the portal after you.
“That was terrible.”
“But good for start.”
“Definitely not.” You chuckled, shaking your head. Maybe this will turn out as something good?
“And yet I made you laugh.”
“That doesn’t proof anything.” You smiled slightly at the sight of your cloak and his cape flying away from you.

Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan: MAFIA AU

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ spanking/ bondage/ office sex/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Other characters: Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Second part: Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Setting: A follow-up to the previous two parts of the story. Takes place some time after the events from the prequels, when your relationship with Jungkook is already developed. 

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age, he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Being a head of a mafia organisation undeniably has its disadvantages, but there is one huge benefit that makes you love this job. You have always found it amusing and entertaining when money has been flowing into your pocket thanks to a variety of different profit-making ventures and shady deals with questionable individuals. You have always managed to make the money find its way into your wallet without breaking much of a sweat. Heck, you’re just very good at it. The more illegal and immoral the method the easier and more exciting it is for you. No risk no fun, as they say, and yeah, you certainly know how to play that game.

For this reason, recently you’ve been very busy with looking for new ways of generating even more income for your gang. Not that you’re having any problems with the budget… It’s just that the more the better, isn’t it? Bearing that in mind, you’ve been having your eyes on some big fish in the city. Initially, you somewhat hoped that Yoongi could make use of his insane hacking skills, and simply steal the passwords of their bank accounts but, much to your dismay, he failed miserably. Despite his impressive experience in doing works like that nothing much came out of it. Turns out that their security systems are just too damn good even for him.

Due to these unfortunate circumstances, you’re now sitting with Yoongi in your office. He’s been trying to complete his task but, unfortunately without much success. He is visibly annoyed and frustrated. It becomes apparent that you will not lay your hands on their money all that easily. It is getting late already and both of you are too tired to go on…

Y: Mmmmkay, let’s call it a day, Suga.

S: No fucking way. I told you I could do it and I will.

Y: Oh, common. We both know you’re not getting that money for me anytime soon.

A sly smirk creeping over your face. Finally, your overconfident friend and right-hand man, Min Yoongi, hit a dead spot. It is the first time in the history of your cooperation that he hasn’t been able to carry out your order.

S: Shut the fuck up, will you? I can’t focus.

He spits out, knowing all too well that he should admit defeat.

T: Oooooh… Touchy.

Mocking words come out of Taehyung’s amused face. He’s getting all too comfortable sitting in your chair, stretching his legs on the desk while squeezing a pink anti-stress ball in his slender hand.

J: Somebody should teach you how to address your boss, hyung.

Jungkook remarks, stretching on the sofa. A loud yawn escapes his pretty mouth.

J: Oi, Tae Tae! Maybe you should borrow him that ball? Suga hyung is visibly tensed!

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S: How about you both cut that shit already?! All you can do is sit on your asses and shit talk. If you’re so clever why don’t you get that money by yourselves?!

Suddenly, the aura around Tae changes. He is now sitting on the chair. Eyes sparkling with obvious excitement.

T: Damn sure we will, hyung! Am I not right, Kooks?

Jungkook isn’t certain at all but, knowing Tae, he must be already devising a plan in his pretty head. 

Jungkook’s clueless expression reveals hisdoubtful thoughts.

J: Will we, Tae?… Like, really?

Too long silence follows his unanswered question. Two boys are gazing at each other and then, Tae stands up from his chair and briskly moves in your direction.

T: Y/N, baby, let me take care of it. That is, me and Kooks. We will get that money for you, I swear!

Suga laughs out mockingly, holding his belly. Tears are forming in his eyes.

S: How would you two even plan to do that? That was a good one Tae, you got me…

He nods his head in approval still laughing.

T: I’ll make you choke on that words, hyung.

S: I’m waiting in anticipation.

And then Tae looks deeply into your eyes, taking your hands into his.

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T: Will you trust me, boss? I’ll give you what you need… I promise.

He is so close that you are getting nervous, his eyes gleaming with hope and eagerness. You swallow hard…

J: Wow he’s so good…

Jungkook mumbles to himself, watching him attentively. He tilts his head to get a better view of Tae’s face, making mental notes for future reference… These two damn tricksters.

Being utterly lost in Taehyung’s eyes, you only manage to deliver a silent nod.

Y: Yeah, whatever… Just do your job.

Suga growls angrily

S: No fucking way! Will you let these two clowns do as they please? Have you lost your mind?

Yoongi continues rambling like that but you no longer listen to his outburst of anger. You are too pissed off to put up with this kind of behaviour. Besides, you know pretty damn well why he is so reluctant to call it quits. It’s not only about his pride. It’s not only because he is just a stubborn little ass. There is something more to his persistence, and it is very much connected to your sister, Lulu.

Y: Oh, shut your trap Suga, will you?!  All you care about is that stupid bet with Lulu. You’re more concerned with losing than actually not giving me the money.

Obviously, Taehyung wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t use this little exchange of arguments to his own advantage. He cuts in with a disappointed look on his face.

T: I knew right away that he wouldn’t win. They’re like children with Lulu… Fooling around instead of doing their job. Can’t you just tell her you like her, hyung? 

He shakes head disapprovingly so as to spice up this dramatic and fake act. You quickly glance at Yoongi. He looks as if he was about to explode after hearing that. Out of a sudden, he springs to his feet. It doesn’t look all too well so you do the same, positioning yourself between Suga and Tae.

Y: Enough.

It might sound a bit too harsh, but the boys immediately realise that they have reached an invisible boundary. It’s precisely the time to stop getting under your skin and simply listen to your orders. No more talking and pissing you off for today.

Y: You have three days. When you’re done with the plan come and report.

Taehyung grins widely, being obviously very proud of himself.

T: Splendid! .

On your way out of the office, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook. He’s sitting there a bit terrified and dumbfounded at the same time. His signature shocked face making you smile a little.


Two days later

You’ve been sleeping peacefully in your bed when a phone wakes you up. You glance at the phone screen and see that it’s Taehyung. He calls you to announce that their plan is almost done, but they will need you in order to carry it out. 

Lazily, you crawl out of bed and start preparing yourself for another long day at work. Some time later, you arrive at the headquarters and head straight to the conference room, just as you were instructed by Taehyung.

The moment you open the door your feet refuse to move any further. Eyes quickly scanning the room. You’ve counted as many as four women sitting at a round table with their eyes glued to Jungkook and Taehyung. Two said man are standing in front of the ladies, all dressed up in suits and ties. Behind them, there are several pieces of art neatly spread out on the ground and propped against the wall. From what you have managed to register, though, nothing major or readily recognisable to your critical eye. In fact, you cannot get rid of an impression that they are pretty shitty… Nonetheless, what is certainly worth admiring, are these two elegant boys, looking all fly and hot. Not surprisingly, you’re standing there staring at them, just like these women. Moments later, Tae’s deep voice brings you back to reality.

T: There you are, Ms Y/N. We’ve been waiting for you.

Confident smile beaming in your direction. You are completely taken aback and so are the rest of the ladies. Apparently, they haven’t even noticed your presence in the room but, seeing as you are nothing interesting, once again their attention shifts to these two handsome boys.

At this very moment, your gaze lingers on Jungkook who is slowly approaching you. Oh so smug… Hair brushed to the side, a hand in his pocket, and that promiscuous smile that makes your heart skip a bit. With every step, he is getting closer and closer. If you only could you would turn around and run away from this room but you are very well aware that you can’t give him this satisfaction. You can’t make it that obvious. Truth to be told, doesn’t he already know that you are a putty in his hands? Whom are you trying to fool, girl?
Suddenly, he is inches from you, placing a hand on your lower back and gently pushing you in the direction of the chair.

J: Please, have a seat. The presentation has already begun.

The situation seems to be a bit too odd for your liking but you decide that it will be best to disregard these sceptical thoughts for a while. You comply and let Jungkook lead you. He moves the chair away from the table, trailing his hand down your back. Before going away he makes sure that you sit comfortably and then, one last time, he playfully brushes your shoulder with his fingers while slowly proceeding to Tae.

T: Very well. Now, that we are all gathered here, we can quickly move on to the presentation of our valuable pieces. My friend, will you take charge?

Taehyung`s sweet words do wonders to the gathered public. All of the ladies absolutely hypnotised, sitting there as if they were spellbound. You can’t believe your own eyes when you see their reaction once Jungkook’s clear voice echoes in the room. There is a sharp intake of breath, and you could swear that some of these women simply forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds when he opened his pretty mouth. It is as if they were afraid that their breathing could muffle the sweet sounds coming from this handsome boy. 

J: Thank you very much, huyng. It’s an honour for me to be able to present our collection of these extremely beautiful pieces to our guests.

A pause followed by an innocent smile.

J: I’m sure all of you ladies will be as infatuated with the pure elegance and artistry of these paintings as I was when I first saw them.

He takes a deep breath and then continues with a stern expression on his face. Voice cracking due to the intensity of his speech.

J: It’s extremely painful for us to part with these beautiful pieces but… There’s nothing to be done. Due to very inconvenient circumstances, we no longer can stay in possession of these wonders.

He frowns his forehead and scans the room with eyes full of hope.

J: Only you can put our mind at ease and properly take care of our collection, without letting it get into the hands of some abominable people… That would be heartbreaking… I dread to fear of such possibility!

The Ladies are now visibly distressed, probably dreaming only of taking that innocent and suffering pretty boy into their arms…You’re sitting there and thinking to yourself.
“For fuck`s sake, these paintings are total crap…”
Thoughts are flowing in your head. Their plan to cheat these silly women is as clear to you as a day now. You are observing Jungkook and Taehyung all the time. You have never really expected them to have such damn skills. Of course, you know they are good at fraud. They wouldn’t work for you if they weren’t, but you didn’t expect them to be so smooth and so successful at selling people shit right in their face… You keep on observing Jungkook, paying attention to the expert choice of words and his body language. Everything under control and acted out just perfectly. Jungkook casually talks about the paintings, describing them to the smallest detail. Although, in all honesty, there isn’t much to describe since it is a total farce and you are the only one being able to see through their mischievous plan. There is no denying, though, that Jungkook really looks hot and you can’t blame the ladies for dropping their guard. Jungkook radiates confidence and sexiness. You reprimand yourself for letting your mind wander away, but then… Oh, my. Jungkook turns around and kneels so as to take out yet another painting from the pile near the desk. His back in full view. Your eyes involuntarily scanning his body only to stop at his ass. Not only yours, though…  

“So hot… “ you think to yourself. Now, that the images of his naked butt continue flowing into your head in a speed of light.

“It’s not really the time to be thinking about this, you idiot.” Mental struggle going on. He is facing you now again, more talking follows. The same scenario: gestures, grins, or little sheepish smiles, used interchangeably to manage the mood of his excited public. He is slowly moving around the room, getting closer or further from the ladies. All so well acted and with such confidence. You are lost in thoughts, biting your lip when you hear Tae’s voice:

T: So, my dear ladies. Once my friend is done with his presentation, I’ll talk to you about some more mundane matters.

“Money,” you think to yourself.
It seems that you are not the only one who got that message straight, though. You can hear a comment from the lady sitting at the very front.

X: And what makes you think we`d like to buy anything from you, pretty boy?

Taehyung is a bit shocked for a moment, but fortunately, Jungkooks breaks in:

J: And what makes you think you don’t? We have many things to offer. I’m sure we can cater to your needs… All of them.

He answers with a nonchalant smile. A hand resting on his hip, the other one spread out on the table to prop himself. Big chocolate eyes focusing only on her. You can feel his gaze, even though you are not the one he is staring at.

 Y: Damn he smooth… 

A whisper escapes your lips and your cheeks flush immediately. 

“It’s not my baby boy,” your mind screaming at the obvious contrast. In fact, it dawns on you now that you have never ever seen him working and you would never expect such a change in his behaviour.

T: Yeah…. Having discussed that, let’s move on

Taehyung continues as if nothing happened. You gulp, being angry at yourself. Also, you can’t deny that the way all of these women ogle Jungkook, and his stubbornness to avert your eyes as if you weren’t even there, don’t make you bitter. He’s been purposefully ignoring you ever since this little show has begun.

Taehyung resumes talking again, and Jungkook, having nothing better to do, decides to sit. Not surprisingly, he chooses the chair right next to you. He sits down, all too close. His knee brushes against yours and he doesn’t even bother to move it away. You peek at him, his eyes intently watching Tae Tae, not giving a damn about your presence. He is boldly ignoring you. The very thought is driving you mad. You jostle him with your thigh, not being too delicate. A small smirk on his face, almost mocking. But still, he doesn’t look at you. You are fidgeting nervously in your chair and, once again, you bump him under the table… Or maybe you only try because his strong hand catches you in the middle of the act, keeping your tight in place. He digs his long fingers into your sensitive flesh, completely exposed because of the short dress that you are wearing. He lets out a deep breath as if he was annoyed with you. The grip on your thigh is becoming almost too painful so you decide to let go. Slowly his hand relaxes.

J: Behave, noona. We’re working.

He whispers very quietly with his hand still resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine. “What’s wrong with him,” you are thinking to yourself. Unconsciously, you press your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. When you realise that you let go immediately, but it is too late. He shifts his gaze at you, now obviously interested. He scans your face, and you can feel your cheeks burning again. You refuse to look at him, afraid of giving away that you maybe got a little bit too excited… He reads you like an open book, though. His hand still lingering on your thigh, lazily beginning to move and stroking your leg. He plays with the trimming of your dress, moving it between his fingers, bit by bit uncovering more and more of your thigh. You get a bit flustered, worried that somebody will notice… But then again, all the ladies are too focused on Tae. Still, when he rolls the dress so high that you can almost feel the chair with your naked ass, you try to protest, gripping his hand tightly. He stops moving up then and decides to play with what is already available. He gropes your inner thigh fiercely, making you squeeze your legs instinctively. He is not too pleased with your disobedience so he forcefully separates your legs with his hand. Under the table, you feel yourself being held in place by his leg that has just curled around yours. Your throat goes dry. His fingers now freely roaming between your legs, stroking you whenever he wants to. Obviously, you could struggle more but you are painfully aware that it would attract even more attention… So, he keeps on caressing you there, his face not even once giving out what he has been doing to you. Smug motherfucker. You are getting uncomfortable and too hot, frustrated even. He even dares to throw in some comments, making little jokes with Tae. All the ladies oh so fucking amused. “Since when is he such a flirt?” you desperately try to answer this and some other questions, but it is all too difficult, given the present circumstances. His hand skillfully distracting your thoughts and making sure that you’re focused only on his ministrations. You almost melt in that chair when without any warning he covers your pussy with his inner hand. You hear a low chuckle. Suddenly, you realise that you did not wear any panties. “Shiit… He will bring it over and over,”  you are panicking mentally. But then, oh boy, he starts massaging your folds with two fingers, making slow circles. You want to disappear from that place. Pleasure building up in your belly. You cover your flushed face with one hand, mentally praying to be as quiet as possible. You are afraid to breathe even, stealing Jungkook a pleading glance. But fuck him, he doesn’t even look back. Your fists clench. “Fucking overconfident brat,” stream of profanities in your head. And then, as if he mentally sensed that, he shoves a finger into your tight entrance. The walls of your vagina clenching at the unexpected invasion, but he only thrusts deeper. Soon enough, he buries his finger completely inside you, so that even small movements give you immense pleasure. You are so tight, not too wet yet and it causes a bit of pain, but it is oddly satisfying. This kind of pain that makes you stretch your legs even wider because it is never enough. Your vision is hazy. He sets up an awfully slow pace, shoving his finger in and out of your pussy. Each time he pulls it out you want to cry out to express your dissatisfaction. It just feels so empty then. He is tormenting you and enjoying this too much…

T: Jeongguk, would you be kind enough to distribute the brochures? It will be necessary for you, dear ladies, to read through them in order to acquaint yourself with our offer.

Taehyung flashes a smile. If you could you would kill the bastard right away, without any second thoughts. You hate him right now. Fuck the money… You need Jungkook now.

J: With utmost pleasure, hyung. 

Jungkook stands up, completely unfazed. You shot him a murderous look, but he isn’t too concerned with that. And oh god, he is so handsome, handing in the damn leaflets to these oblivious women, chit-chatting. So cute…

Who would expect that he has been fingering you just a moment ago? You frown at the memory of his fingers inside you. You want him back. You want him there again. He stops in front of you to give you the leaflet. He bends down lightly, and only now your eyes finally meet. You give him that needy look: “Kookie, please do something or else I will lose my mind.” He touches your hand.

J: Hyung, it seems Ms Fay has already decided on some purchase. She’s a terribly busy woman, so please, excuse us. Carry on without me, hyung. 

T: Oh, so we have the first angel who is ready to take care of our priceless paintings!

You quickly stand up, and once again Jungkook is motioning you in the direction of the entrance. Your legs a bit wobbly, so you don’t mind a bit of help. Before you are out, you can hear a hell breaking loose inside of the conference hall. Ladies are raging.

X: Why is she first? Does she have some special treatment or something? I have money I can pay as well!

Y: Don’t let her have that painting! I’ll pay more for it!

T: Easy, easy, my girls! I’ll have something for each and every of you!

Tae tries to ease the sudden tension in the room, already happy that their plan goes just as he wanted it to.

Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to your office. The moment he slams the door and turns around, you are already on him, looking for his lips with yours, and then pushing your tongue into his mouth. The kiss is so sloppy and you can barely stand on your feet. Legs pressed tightly together because your clit is burning with need. You are so angry at him, jealous, and horny at the same time. You don’t even know what makes you more frustrated. You bit his lip, pissed off, digging nails into his hips. Jungkook hisses, reaching for your ass and squeezing it so hard that it is painful.  

Y: You fucking brat. You and all that teasing.

J: Noona, please correct me If I’m wrong but you were the one who got all wet just by looking at me.

His mouth at the nape of your neck, hot air making you ticklish. You want to make that cheeky smile disappear from his face. You intended to grab his cock through the pants, but before you can do anything, he turns you around and pushes you up against the wall, standing behind you and keeping your hands in place. You are squirming in his tight hold.

J: So frustrated, aren’t you baby girl? Don’t tell me you got jealous? 

He is practically purring into your ear. Oh my, it feels so good.

Y: Jungkook, you’re a fucking jerk!

Upon hearing that, he lifts your skirt exposing your naked ass and slaps you hard making your cheek red and throbbing.

Y: Ahhh…

You have never expected him to do that to you. A cry of pain mixed with pleasure slips out of your mouth. He has never done that to you and you didn’t really think he is capable of doing that either. Your brain is trying to process what has just happened.  

J: Be nicer, noona, will you?

And then he starts massaging your butt, trying to ease the stinging pain. Soft caressing strokes.

J: Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.

He murmurs softly, feeling guilty out of a sudden. You can feel as he presses his cock tightly to your ass, trying to let go of some steam as well. He is rock hard. You wouldn’t be able to wiggle out of his grip even if you wanted to. Dominating Jungkook. Your mind is screaming. You need more of that.

Y: Tell me, which girl would you like to fuck the most, you dirty brat? I saw the way you looke…

He slaps you again. You cry out loudly. 

Y: I saw the way you looked ahhh…

Another slap follows, making you arch your back. Clit contracting involuntarily at the sensation. He won’t even let you finish the sentence. 

J: You’re such a bad girl, noona.

His voice is so strained, almost as if it was more painful for him than for you. 

J: You’re making me do this. You’re such a bad girl.

Y: Oh yes, Kookie!

You keep on begging like a slut and then he slaps you one last time. His hands are shaking. He hugs you from behind, remorseful and angry at himself that he was enjoying this too much… 

J: It’s all your fault, your fault.

He goes on mumbling like that and petting your sore ass. Your head is spinning and you feel your thighs getting wet. You are leaking a bit from your core. Then, he abruptly turns you around. His face all red. He is angry, visibly angry. Brows furrowed, veins popping on his neck. He spits out, breathlessly:

J: Get your ass on that fucking desk.

Y: Kook…

He cuts in, right away.

J: No talking, just do what you are told. On the desk and spread your legs as wide as you can.

You nod silently. The task isn’t all that easy because your legs are really too weak at this point. You stumble on the way, clutching on the desk at the last moment. You really look so miserable. Jungkook is standing there, observing your struggle to get yourself ready for him. He unzips his pants and starts stroking himself while watching your naked ass. When you sit down on the desk, a bit unsure of what to do next, your eyes go down, focusing on his member. He is shamelessly stroking himself in front of you. He urges you again. 

J: I said spread your legs. 

You swallow hard and follow his command. Eyes closed tightly due to embarrassment. Suddenly, he grips your legs, spreading them even wider. You thought he would just fuck you right then and there because, quite honestly, you don’t have that much time with Tae and the ladies waiting in the conference hall. Much to your astonishment, he takes the chair, moves it closer to the desk and sits down on it. Your cunt is now fully exposed for Jungkook. He puts his hands back on your legs to prevent you from closing them. He takes in the view for a couple of seconds and then licks you all, from your ass cheeks to the tip of your clit. You moan so loud in response. Too loud. You instantly regret that when you realise that somebody could barge in and destroy your much-needed orgasm. You bit your tongue and promise yourself to control this from now on. He takes your entire clit into his mouth, sucking very harshly. He covers your folds with his hot tongue and continues making circles around your sensitive tip. You are so ashamed because of how wet you got. You don’t want him to lick all of that and you grab his head to make him stop.

Y: Kookie, please. It’s enough.

You are wriggling so much that he gets really pissed off. He stands up, gazing into your eyes and takes off his tie in order to immobilise you. He ties your hands to the desk, disregarding your protests and pleas.

 J: Stop this nonsense baby girl. I don’t have all day here. Tae is waiting for me.

He lowers himself and gives you a soft peck. You can taste yourself on his lips. He quickly resumes pleasuring you by licking your clit with his tongue and pushing a finger inside your wetness. You moan and moan again. On the one hand, you don’t want him to stop, but on the other, you don’t want to cum into his mouth. You repeat his name like a mantra. You are so lost at this point that you are almost fucking yourself on his mouth.You are pushing your hips so hard that he has to keep you in place and control everything because your walls are getting tighter and tighter, each end every time he shoves his finger up your pussy. When you are about to finish, he unexpectedly stops.

Y: Oh lord… Kooks. I’ll fucking kill you. Get back there!

He starts laughing, and then he unties you, already positioning himself between your legs.

J: You should really make up your mind, noona.

He palms himself a couple of times, coating his member in precum. You see his cock twitching in anticipation and you lick your dry lips.

J: First you say noo, then you say yes…

Y: Just shut up and fuck me already.

Oh so frantic and needy that you can’t believe it is your own voice. He thrusts inside, all at one go, burying himself to the very balls. At that moment you are completely breathless, your body tensed, and tears are forming in your eyes. 

J: Fuck, baby…

You feel his muscles tightening.

J: I’m so sorry.

He notices your teary eyes and immediately starts kissing them. His cock swelling even more inside you.

J: Baby I could come any minute now. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect.

You know that he is so close and you place a kiss on his forehead, rubbing his back 

Y: It’s alright Kookie, you can come for your noona.

You don’t want him to feel guilty because he got too excited. He shakes his head in response. 

J: No, no, no. Not now.

His cute reaction makes your chest feel heavy. He takes a deep breath and starts rocking his hips. First thrusts very shallow, adjusting himself to your tightness 

Y: Oh, Kookie, you’re so big

J: Ahhh, noona!

He gets so enthusiastic with your praising that he keeps on pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The desk is cracking underneath you two and all of your papers land on the floor. You wrap him tightly with your legs to make it even easier for him to hit the right spot, and oh yes, he really does. He keeps on rubbing you there with the tip of his erection. Finally, he reaches your clit with his hand and massages you while pushing in and out at an amazingly fast pace. Needless to say, you cum moments later, moaning his name while grabbing on his hair. He follows you shortly after, the way your walls are clenching around his dick pushing him over the edge. He shivers, goosebumps on his body, and his nipples hard. 

J: Baby I love you.

He squeaks like a little boy, as always looking for your affection after sex, especially after this kind of dirty play.

Y: I know Kookie… I know baby.

You let him lay his head on your breasts, both of you trying to catch a breath and recover from your high. When he is more or less ok, he lifts his head and gives you a soft kiss on your bruised lips. 

J: Tae… I got to go back…

He mutters reluctantly.

Y: I know dummy. Go and get that money for your noona.

He grins, overjoyed like a little puppy. You have an impression that even his eyes are smiling right now. But, before going out, he helps to put your clothes on and clears the mess from the floor.

Some time later, when you are absolutely sure that all the ladies went home, you go the conference hall. Taehyung is counting the money that they`ve managed to squeeze from these poor women. When he gives you the precise numbers, you are positively surprised. Like hell, that is really a substantial sum of money. 

T: I told you, didn’t I?

Taehyung wants to be praised, happy with his achievement.

Y: I’ve never doubted you, boys.

You pat his head, earning even a bigger grin in return. Jungkook is standing nearby, gazing deeply into your eyes. A small smile forming on his face that makes you blush a little. 

T: But Jungkook, next time you decide to disappear in the middle of the business, please just remember to put back your tie on. That was highly unprofessional!

He pouts, winking in your direction. Your stomach making somersaults while Jungkook stands there troubled, scratching the back of his head.

J: It got lost somewhere in the act, hyung…

T: I’m sure it did… I’m sure it did.

Taehyung responds all too happily while getting out of the room.

Black and White - Chapter 5

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff

Word Count: 4014 words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Mini Masterlist

After that particular night in which Baekhyun had kissed you on the cheek, things seemed to have changed. During the following days in which he’d meet up with you so you both could continue the progress of the project, there was an unidentified tension lingering the air. It wasn’t thick to the point where it would suffocate him, but faint enough just for him to feel it in the lightest of ways.

Not to mention, neither of you addressed the kiss either.

He liked you. That much was undeniable. If he thought that the first few weeks when you were glued stuck to the back of his mind was too much, now it got worse.

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My True Identity (Merkel)

PART 1 OF 2

Based upon: Thinking your boyfriend, Merkel, is a business man. On the day of the rally, two strong, broad men break into your house to take you, planning on using you as leverage to get information from Merkel.

He told her he was a business man; finance and investments. The CIA had planted him in Germany early, so he could set up a believable life as a man sent over from America to deal with the company’s German facility. As a writer, she could work anywhere, so she did not mind when Merkel told her they needed to move to Berlin for a short while. She had not the smallest idea that he was a field agent in a game so big, she would never be able to fully comprehend it. Honestly, no on could understand it.


She laid on her side, naked, with only the thin sheets covering her body. She stared at her boyfriend as he changed into his clothes; a navy, pinstripe suit over a black turtleneck.

“I heard there’s going to be a rally today. Are you sure you need to go out? It could get ugly.” She reasoned.

He glanced up at her, continuing to button up his jacket, “I’ll be fine, darling. I’ll hardly be outside today anyways, only heading to and from work.”

She sat up and leaned against the metal headboard of their bed.

“Okay.” She replied, giving him a smile.

He walked over to her, looking over her nearly bare form in front of him; her parted lips, long lashes, prominent collarbone. He leant down and gave her a long kiss. He wished she he didn’t have to leave her. He wanted her. They needed him.

“Stay safe.” She began, pulling away from his soft lips, “You’re no super spy, so don’t act like one.” She finished, laughing lightly.

He felt ashamed. She should know. Her laugh was so innocent, so unknowing that it pained him to lie.

She planted a kiss on his sharp cheek before laying back down on the mattress.

“Be good today-” She let the sheet fall over the swell of her breasts, making him want nothing more than to take her right there and then, “and come back.”


He walked leisurely into the protest group, watching and listening for Lorraine’s cue.

The people around him marched under his command, brandishing their handcrafted signs and shouting. He was completely hidden amongst the band of Germans.

Lorraine gave him a swift nod as Percival walked beside her, unknowing of what was going to happen. He stuck two fingers into his mouth and blew, a piercing whistle erupted.

Instantly, everyone pulled out their dark grey umbrellas; opening them to shield Spyglass and the other agents.

Merkel walked with a slight smirk, it was pretty badass.

She sat wrapped up in her black silk robe adorned with a lace finish on the end of the long sleeves and hem in front of their wooden desk. She was on a “streak” with her writing as she liked to call it. The keys of the her typewriter clicked loudly as she typed out her story, a drama/romance about a young German officer falling in love with an English MI6 agent. They both had no idea who the other really was until it was too late.

She sipped on her water as she read over the passage she had just wrote:

Wilhelm held the knife against his chest, listening to the approaching foot steps just around the corner.

He shot out from behind the wall, knife at the ready before noticing the familiar raven coloured hair.

“Anna?” He breathed.

“Will.”

“Perfect.” She thought.

Only a few more chapters till she finished her book, My True Identity.

How relatable it was indeed.

There was two hard knocks on the door. She assumed Merkel had his hands full of food or left his key at home. So, she leapt up from the wood chair, making it creak, and hurried to the door.

Smiling wide, happy to see him, she opened the door. It was not Merkel.

“Yes?” She asked, worried that something had happened to him. She did tell him that he shouldn’t have gone out on a rally day. Her smile fell.

The pair of tall, broad men did not answer her question. Instead, they pushed through the half opened door, grabbing at the young woman.

“What are you doing?” She shrieked.

The woman sprinted across the living room, into the small kitchen and almost made it to the back door when a hand gripped her shoulder, yanking her back.

“No… no! Please stop.” She begged, fighting as hard as she possibly could against the strong man holding her.

“Just tell me what you want from me. Please, I beg you!” She cried and the man’s grip tightened.

“Ask Merkel.” The one standing in front of her said simply.

The young woman’s eyes widened.

“What do you mean? What do you want with Merkel!” She screamed.

The one holding her slapped her violently, causing tears to stream down her face. He grabbed her face harshly, tilting her chin up so her eyes could meet his.

“Does your lover not divulge his deepest secrets with you?” The man wondered. “At the moment we need leverage. Normally I’d leave the unmarried ones behind, they never care about them, but you… I think he’d pay good information for a girl like you. I sure wouldn’t let you go.”

The other man laughed and shamelessly took in her robed form. She cried out, gasping and wished she could escape them. He left to scan their home.

“What is Merkel?” She whispered.

The one holding her laughed, “The Trickster.” He sneered.

“He won’t come for me.” She declared.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“No. If he is doing all of this, whatever this is, behind my back then I was never supposed to find out. He will save them, not me.” She fought back.

“Are you quite confident in that statement?” The other man said, footsteps reaching the room.

Her mouth dropped when he came back into the kitchen, hand gripping a diamond ring.


Merkel sat on his roof top location, having met with Lorraine to construct the next diversion. He had his long legs stretched out on the chair in front of him as he took slow drags from his cigarette.

He looked over Berlin, eyes scanning over the people, cars and buildings below him. He was hidden in the most outright place to look.

His phone rang. As big and bulky as it was, it still fit inside his large jacket.

“Yes?” He answered nonchalantly.

“Ah, Merkel. We’re all glad you picked up, isn’t that right sweetheart?” His whole body stiffened at the last word.

From his end of the line, he could hear a loud slap and her laboured breaths as she gasped.

“Y/N.” He began, not quite knowing what to say. He was paralyzed with fear.

“Go ahead,” Smack. “Answer him.” He demanded of her.

“Merkel…” She whimpered, her voice shaking.

It hurt more than anything else before.

“I want you here in two hours tops, you know where. If you don’t come, the bitch is dead. That would be a shame for rather obvious reasons, you’ve had her, you must know. I however…”

His hand clenched around the phone, hearing her cry.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” He said lowly.

“Don’t give me a reason to. Two hours. Your fiancée awaits.”