the way his voice did that low dip did things to me okay

Run To You Part Two

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Run To You Part One

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Word Count: 2,297

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of abuse/violence. Possible spoilers for Season Two?

Authors Note: This continues straight from the first part. I am so incredibly overwhelmed by the response I have already received for this story!! I just wanted to write something to fuel by unhealthy obsession with Dacre Montgomery and you guys have made me feel so loved, so thank you! I will possibly write one final Part to this, let me know if you want it or just what you think! I am accepting requests for Stranger Things.

Tagged For: @fabulouskilljoyonpatrol -

Disclaimer: I do in no way condone Billy’s behaviour or views in the show, nor do I intend to romanticise racism and abuse.

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Darkness washed over as the closet door was pushed shut and you shifted your weight uneasily on your feet.
Your eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness but you would bet anything Billy would have that perfect, yet annoying smirk on his face.
“Mmm, you’ve finally got me alone, huh princess.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, Billy. You’re not my type.”
He leant in closer and you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips.
“Is that so?”
His words sent shivers down your spine and you gulped, desperately fighting the urge to kiss him.
You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back lightly.
“What’s it gonna take to get you to go on a date with me, huh?”
You could faintly make out his features now and he saw you roll your eyes.
“Oh I dunno, maybe a complete personality change?”
He chuckled.
“At lest you’re attracted to me.”
“I didn’t say that.”
He leant forward again and this time you didn’t stop him.
“You’re not denying it.”
His tongue darted across his lips, leaving them glistening and he placed his hand on the wall behind your head.
You bit your lip, unable to find the energy or the courage to resist him.
He leant closer and dipped his head, his breath ghosting over your collar bone and trailing up your neck.
You closed your eyes, heat burning within you as the intoxicating scent of his cologne filled your lungs.
“I know you want me, princess.”
That was all it took, that stupid fucking  nickname that drove you wild. The final string holding back your urges snapped and you pushed him against the wall.
Your lips crashed against his with an urgent hunger and your hands pulled his head to yours.
He smiled into your kiss but met you with the same urgency and passion, his hands snaking around your waist and pulling your body against his.
In the dark you stumbled as he pushed you back against the wall and you whimpered as he pushed himself against you.
You ran your tongue across his bottom lip and bit it lightly, earning a low groan.
His hands roamed down your side and found their way you your ass and he pushed himself against you once more.
You came up for air and he kissed down your neck, sucking harshly at the soft skin and you were too wound up in the heat of it all to worry about the bruises he was leaving.
Your hands roamed down his chest and you grasped his shirt before lifting them back up and running them through his hair.
His head lifted and his lips crashed against yours in another hungry kiss.
He ground his hips against you while he squeezed your ass and you moaned against his lips.
“Billy.” You pushed him away gently.
You were both breathing heavily and the way he was looking at you lit something inside you that only he seemed to ignite.
When he came in for another kiss it took everything you had to turn your head and dodge his soft lips.
He smirked as he pulled away and he opened his mouth to say something when the door was ripped open.
The light from the room exposed you and Billy’s friends cheered.
Almost instantly he was back to his cocky self and he walked out of the closet with a coy grin on his face.
You took a deep breath and walked out of the closet.
Billy turned back to look at you and you met his eye for a fleeting moment before you left the room and fled to the haven of your own home.

You had been dreading going to school after the party but there had been no need to worry.
Billy hadn’t been there for two days and when he did finally show up he barely took any notice of you.
It was no surprise really.
Guys like Billy only wanted one thing, and you had been naive to think that whatever you thought was going on between you was in reality nothing more than a drunken kiss.
You rummaged through your bag, looking for your keys as you walked towards the car park.
Finally you pulled them out just before you reached your car and you looked up to see Billy leaning against the hood, a signature cigarette between his lips.
You took a deep breath and walked straight past him and unlocked the door.
“Ohh cmon, don’t be like that, princess.” He called.
You opened the door and tossed your bag onto the passenger seat.
Billy pushed off the hood and grabbed hold of the door and finally you looked at him.
He didn’t have his usual cocky aura about him today and when you looked at him you noticed the ghost of a bruise under his eye and his bottom lip was slightly swollen.
He sensed you looking at his healing wounds and he cleared his throat.
You blushed slightly.
“I’m.. are you okay?”
Billy frowned, taken aback by your concern. No one ever bothered asking if he was okay.
“I’m fine.”
The way he was avoiding your eyes insinuated that he was in fact not fine but you didn’t want to press him on it, at least not here.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Got a hot date with my homework.” You joked.
Billy smirked and licked his lips.
“Come out with me.”
You looked into the abyss of his blue eyes and saw a spark of that fire you had seen at the party.
Just as you were about to answer Billy’s sister Max walked past, holding her head down sheepishly and gripping her skateboard.
Billy glanced at her and looked back at the kid she had been talking to and you saw his jaw clench.
“What did I tell you about hanging out with that kid, Max?” He snarled.
Max ran a hand through her long red hair.
“I wasn’t! I swear.”
She quickly got into the car, slamming the door shut and averting her gaze.
Billy closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, reining in his anger.
You glanced back at the kid she had allegedly been hanging out with and you saw how deflated he looked.
“You know I’ve seen that boy around. He’s a good kid.”
“She shouldn’t be hanging out with kids like that.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“What is that supposed to mean? Cause he’s black?”
Billy’s jaw clenched again and he took a long drag of his smoke.
“It means she should listen to me if she doesn’t want to get in trouble.”
You frowned, deciphering his words.
“In trouble? With who?” You glanced at his fading bruises and your voice softened. “Billy who did this to you?”
“It doesn’t matter. Do you wanna come out with me or not?”
“Billy I-“
“Forget it.” He turned on his heels and slid into his car before you could say another word.
He cranked the music up, drowning out your calls and tore out of the car park.



You yawned as you drove and turned the radio a little louder, hoping the music would help keep you awake.
The backroads of Hawkins were still unfamiliar and you drove slower than usual as you navigated around the bends and potholes.
You had spent the evening studying at the library. Your parents had gone away to visit your sick Aunt and you didn’t particularly like being home alone. So you’d stayed at the library til it closed before having dinner at the local diner.
It was a little past midnight when you turned the corner onto Maple Street and you pressed down on the accelerator.
“In the midnight hour!” You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel. “She cried more, more, more!”
You bobbed your head along to Billy Idols ‘Rebel Yell’ when suddenly you slammed on your brakes.
A figure had staggered out into the road and your car skidded out slightly before coming to a stop.
Fucking drunks.
You took a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart and released your grip on the steering wheel.
You looked at the drunk, swaying with every step they took before falling to their knees.
A cloud shifted in the night sky and the moonlight illuminated the mans hair.
Was that..?
You could recognise that hair anywhere so you turned off the ignition and got out of the car.
“Billy?”
He groaned in response as he tried to stand and failed.
He knelt on the road and you walked briskly over to him.
“Billy?” You called again.
He looked up at you and your breath caught in your throat.
His lip was split and swollen and he had blood on his nose. The left side of his face was red, matching his slightly torn and half unbuttoned shirt.
“What happened?” You asked as you knelt before him.
His head swung forward, too heavy for him to hold up himself.
He didn’t seem drunk and you couldn’t smell any alcohol at all but he was definitely in some sort of state.
You bit your lip and gently cupped his face and lifted his head.
His eyelids were heavy and he struggled to focus on you but after a few blinks he registered.
“(Y/N)?”
“What happened? Are you okay?”
His head bobbed forward again and you shifted to his side.
You lifted his arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his side.
He shivered against you and you realised how cold he must be, out here for god knows how long in just his jeans and ripped shirt.
“Cmon, lets get you up.”
You managed to get him standing and together you staggered to your car where you helped him into the passenger seat.
Once he was in you leant across him to clip in the seatbelt.
You hadn’t been this close to him since the incident in the closet and you couldn’t help but breath in the intoxicating mix of his cologne and natural scent.
His head leant against you as you fumbled with the seatbelt and he let out a low groan.
There was a sense of vulnerability to him now.
It wasn’t just because of his semi conscious state, or because it was just you and him.
But the blood from his nose and the bruises forming on his cheek indicated that something had gone down tonight  and you suddenly felt very protective of him.
Once his seatbelt was secure you ran around the car and hopped in.
“Billy, where do you live?” You asked as you started the engine.
“Can’t.”
“Can you tell me where you live?” You repeated.
“Can’t go home.”  He mumbled.
You bit your lip and pondered your options. Your parents were out of town and as long as he was gone by tomorrow night they’d never find out.
Simple.
You’d take him home, clean him up, let him sleep off whatever this was and drop him home in the morning.
Simple.



The drive back to your house was uneventful. You kept up conversation, trying to keep him engaged although he just mumbled incoherently.
Every now and then you would hear him say ‘Max’ or your name or ‘Harrington’ but you figured it was just random mumbling of his confused mind.
You managed to get him inside easy enough and you helped him to your bedroom. He seemed to being coming to, slowly, and you tok that as a good sign.
He laid against your pillows on the bed and you pulled off his boots and placed them on the ground.
Once you had covered him with a blanket you went to get the essentials.
You returned with a damp washcloth, a first aid kit, a bag of frozen peas, a clean towel, a bottle of water and some paracetamol.
“I’m gonna wash your face, okay?”
He nodded and you perched beside him on the edge of the bed.
Carefully you wiped the dried blood from his face with the wash cloth. Next, you dabbed some alcohol onto a cotton ball and held it up.
“This might sting.”
He closed his eyes and you gently ran the cotton over his cuts.
He winced as you wiped his lip and you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest.
You didn’t like seeing anyone in pain, and for some reason you felt sick at the thought of anyone hurting Billy.
“You gonna tell me what happened?”
You asked quietly as you applied some cream to the bruises forming across his cheekbone and jaw.
He gazed at you with hooded eyes.
“Max.. She..”
You frowned. “Is she okay?”
He nodded slowly and you wrapped a towel around the frozen peas before offering them to Billy.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them you noticed the way they were glistening with unshed tears.
“Oh, Billy.” You whispered.
He lifted his hand as if he was embarrassed and wiped at his eyes and you noticed blood on his knuckles.
Gently you pulled his hands towards you and you said nothing more as you cleaned the blood and cuts on his hands.
“I’ll let you get some rest. I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.” You stood and started gathering the supplies.
“(Y/N)?”
You met his eye and he reached out for you.
“Can you stay?”
You hesitated for only a moment before nodding and tiptoeing around the bed.
You slid in next to him, the both of you still fully clothed and he raised his arm before pulling you into his side.
You curled up against him and buried your head in his chest.
Neither of you spoke, there was no need.
You traced your fingers over his chest and somewhere between the sound of his heartbeat and his fingers running over your shoulder you both fell into slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Part Three

Punishment

Summary: Castiel comes home to you after he gets tired of saving your brothers, Sam and Dean - time and time again. You decide to let him take all of his frustrations out on you.
A/N: I hope you guys like this one! Any and all feedback is much appreciated! <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader 
Warnings: language, smut, oral (female receiving), light choking, hair pulling, spanking, over stimulation, really rough sex, just like basically all the things you want Cas to do to you. (Slight Dom!Cas)
Word Count: 2.6k

Originally posted by c4stielnovak

Every once in awhile you stuck behind while your brothers went on a hunt. It was the only time you got any alone time - and you needed your alone time. You weren’t sure what they were even hunting. Cas had went with them and you hadn’t bothered to check your phone for much more than a ‘we’re okay’ text.

If there was one thing you loved about the bunker it was being there alone. No matter how long you’d all lived there, you’d always find something new to get into and to explore. On the fourth day of the hunt, you’d been sitting in your room reading a book when your door suddenly slammed open.

You looked up to see your very displeased angelic boyfriend- “Hey Cas..?”

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Pink Bug Drug

“Hey, Lance, you have a visual on Keith?” Pidge asked.

Lance peered through the scope on his sniper rifle, the technology zeroing in on Keith despite being forty feet up an alien tree. Through the dense canopy, he could see the red armor dart in between the sentries posted, dispatching them quickly with little to-do.

He tore off his helmet; sweat matting his black hair to his forehead and neck. Shaking his head, with the help of the scope, he could see every drop of sweat that was flung off of him. Setting his helmet down he took a leather-like strip he got from a planet from a hidden compartment in his armor to tie his hair up, a stumpy little ponytail in the back of his head.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, ye-yeah, I got a visual.”

“You okay there, buddy?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Hunk. Just need some water. This is a very humid planet. Just stay on standby until we need ya.”

“Well, it should be relatively low populated. Whoever was here before must have either gone underground or escaped when the Galra arrived.” Pidge intoned, sounding just like a nature documentary voice over. When he said so he could hear her eye roll over the comms. “Really?”

“Well, I’m not calling it your hacker voice.”

“Uuuggghhhhhh. Shut uuuppp!”

“Guys,” the voice of reason sighed.

“Sorry, Shiro,” they chorused.

Lance cleared his throat again. “Well, it doesn’t seem like there’s anyone here but me and Keith. And a few sentries but they’re dead now.”

“Hmm, okay, just be careful, you too Keith, okay? The scans said the place was abandoned but you can’t be too sure.”

“Uh, yeah, he can’t hear you, he took his helmet off.”

”Goddamnit Keith.”

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Sharing Is Caring (m)

Originally posted by yoongissz

Summary: This is seriously just porn, guys. Just 1500 words of pure porn.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader ; Namjoon/Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1496

Warnings: it’s. porn.

A/N: The other day, the love of my life @gimmesumsuga posted a little challenge to send her smut that she’d rate from 1-10, and  I might have gotten a little bit jealous at all the attention she was giving the people who submitted. So this is me, using my knowledge of Steph’s kinks to cheat and get a 10. 

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“Long Distance” ( Suga Smut)

Originally posted by nnochu

Title: Long Distance

Featuring: Suga (BTS) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17 super smut, lots of dirty talk

Summary: Yoongi misses the sound of your voice.

Requested by anon!


“Are you sure you can stay on the phone? You won’t fall asleep?”

Yoongi being so far away was always like slow torture, and you weren’t sure if your nightly phone calls made it better or worse. Tonight he sounded extra lazy after a long day, but insisted on calling you anyhow.

“I’m sure; I just really wanted to hear your voice.”

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Keeping Your End of the Bargain

I promised I’d give you all another Dark fic when we reached our next milestone, and I always keep my promises. 

Just a quick warning- this is not fluff. It’s not romance. It’s not a sympathetic portrayal. This man is a manipulator, a good one, and he does what he does to further his own interests. He enjoys control, not company. And, to use Mark’s own words:

He is not here to help you. He is here to use you.

Enjoy.

Originally posted by wrcngchcice


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“Agh fuck,” he mutters as he slides into you, finally.

It’s been so long. Weeks? You don’t remember but you sigh as he begins moving his hips, groaning and slowing watching himself move in you, and you wrap your legs around his back to anchor him close.

“Mmm Jimin,” you moan as your hands smooth over his shoulders, fingers tracing the pale skin and the dips and curves of his collarbone. “You feel so good,” you whisper.

Sometimes the movies never portray how easy it is to slip into the busyness of life and marriage and kids, and just…forget. Forget to enjoy sex like this, unhurried and leisurely, solely for the sake of just fucking as a couple. As man and wife.

He maneuvers his hips in a way that angle his dick right against the spot inside you that has you cringing and arching your back. “Oh my god…” you can’t help but involuntarily squeeze around him.

“Oh shit, y/n, stop, wait,” he squeezes his eyes shut and stills inside of you, and you watch him patiently as he focuses on not cumming. To distract himself, he leans down to make out with you, slowly moving his lips against yours, and you smile and wring your arms around his neck because it finally feels like years ago, when you and him had finally tied the knot. It was a night to remember, full of flushed cheeks and questioning touched and a lot of giggles and “is this okay?”s as you both lost your virginities together.

He feels your smile against his lips and he quirks his eyebrows at you. “What are you giggling at?”

You smile up at him, pinching his cheek. “You’re so cute.”

He rolls his eyes. “Please don’t call me cute when I’m literally trying not to cum in you.”

You laugh out loud this time, almost snorting. The action makes you clench around him and his voice is strained. “Ugh fuck I feel like I’m in high school again. You feel too good.”

You laugh, pushing his hair out of his face. “You mean when you had big cheeks?” You cup his face in your hands and thumb his swollen lips.

He cringes. “Babe, forget about that. You didn’t even know me then.”

“But the entire world did. Twitter knew you.”

He groans but nevertheless gives you a sweet grin before leaning down to kiss you, roughly pushing his tongue last your lips and tasting you. His thick lips smooth past your jawline, pressing soft kisses down the slope of your neck as he reaches your breasts.

“It feels like forever since we did it like this.”

“Yeah.” You sigh as he massages them. “When was the last?”

“Since the kids got on summer break. 3 weeks.” He murmurs, glancing at the calendar on your nightstand.

“Shit…how did you not go crazy?”

He blushes. “I do. That’s why I begged Tae to babysit the kids.”

Cupping your breasts in his hands, he gently thumbs over your nipple and leans down to take one in his mouth, rolling the nub with his tongue, swirling around it and suckling with wet movements. You moan above him, carding your hands through his hair. “Oh my go—Jimin.”

“I wish we had more time you know?”

You roll your head back. “Mhm,” you grit out, the feelings of his tongue doing the best things to you and sending triggers of pleasure down to your core. “But you’re the one who didn’t want to schedule our sex. Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna cum soon.”

He hums around your nipple, letting it go and moving to the other with a loud pop. He begins to move his hips slightly again, gaining confidence as he feels your muscles clenching around him and his own orgasm is further down the line.

“Well, scheduled sex is just so…unsexy.”

You laugh, moving your hips along with him. “Yeah well so is talking about our kids during sex.”

He grins, quirking a playful eyebrow at you. “Not really. I think you’re the hottest when you’re my kids’ mom.”

“Oh my god, shut up or else I’ll make you cum first.” You clench around him as a warning.

Jimin was such a gentleman. But sometimes he felt a little embarrassed at how much in love with you he was. He was so enamored with your body and how pretty you looked with his cock deep in you that he came almost instantly when he lost his virginity. He’d taken years to recover from that guilt even though you reassured him it was okay. It was a little funny in your part but you knew he took that seriously. He glares at you and switches tactics.

He smooths his hands down your sides, and your moans become low and husky as he begins reaching deeper parts in you, trading hastiness for precision as he angles to get that spot inside of you that gets you cumming faster.

“Oh, right there,” you breath out, hands clutching at his biceps as he looks down at you. You’re as pretty as the day he met you. Ten years down the line, he’s still as 100% in love with you.

He leans down to kiss you, but the change in angle makes your moans stop because he no longer hits those spots inside of you and you’re too distracted by his lips to focus on your impending orgasm. “Mmmf,” you mumble into his mouth and he props himself up on his elbows to look at you. You smile sheepishly, “sorry, ah, I lost it.”

He stills inside of you, and You just grin and lean up to peck him. “It’s okay, just cum in me Jimin, it’s ok.” He rolls his neck because he wished that if there was just one thing he could have better control of, it was how fast he came compared to you. You were always so selfless about it though. That’s what pisses him off but also makes him want to kiss you and make you cum forever. Or something.

He finishes cleanly inside of you, and you coax him through it, cooing dirty encouragements into his ear and smoothing the sweat on his neck away and running your hands all over his body. He grunts and cries out your name hoarsely as he tenses and then caves into your softness as the last of his cum spills.

He’s panting. “Fuck,” he breathes, “sorry, I really wanted to make you cum first.”

You laugh. “Baby, it’s okay.” You squeeze your legs a bit tighter around him and wrap him in a hug and he relents, pressing a kiss to your hair as he pulls out of you. He helps you up and he gathers all the clothes and puts them in the hamper as you pee and arranged the blankets in a somewhat presentable way. When he finishes, you’re already wrapped in your robe and cleaned up, leaning against the doorway of the bedroom restroom. “Youre so hot when you clean.”

Jimin rolls his eyes at you and walks over to you. “You always say that. I have other hot qualities too you know.”

You laugh as he guides you to the bed, and removes your robe to card his shirt over your head. He puts on his own boxers before climbing in bed with you. “Hm yeah. That’s why I married you. Among other reasons too.”

He grins at you and draws you closer. “Like what?”

You cheekily begin counting off fingers. “Well first, your good genes. Can’t have my kids be ugly because I chose an ugly man. Second, your dick. Third, the really big engagement ring you bought me.” You stretch out your hand to show him, “cause damn, you did a really good job with this one.”

He giggles along with you, drawing you close. “I love you.”

You hum and smile as you press your nose into his bare skin. You were so addicted to the way he smelled. A little sweet, like the baby lotion he swore he didn’t use on himself, and with a hint of the aftershave and cologne set you bought him a few christmases back. He never used anything else.

“I love you too. I think that’s why I married you. Oh plus you’re hot when you cum.”

He furrows his brows. “Ew it sounds much better coming from me. Is this how you feel when I tell you you’re pretty when you cum?”

You purse your lips. “Nope. I like it.”

He grins, pecking your temple. “Perv.”

“You married this perv.”

“How long do we have till the kids are back?”

You hum, “Taehyung and his girlfriend are babysitting them until tomorrow. Why?”

“And you don’t have any schedules tomorrow right?”

“Yeah. I asked manager Sena to not sign me up for anything until the kids go back to school next month.”

“Good.”

“Why?” You mutter as he turns towards you.

He grins, and pulls you in for a kiss.

“Because,” he mutters, “I’m gonna make up for that by making you cum all night.”

.

.

.

“Jimin, babe, you know I can’t cum more than twice in a row right.”

“Shut up you’re ruining the mood.”

anonymous asked:

Sub harry who is just discovering his kinks and your fucking him one day and put your hand on his neck and he says tighter in a breathy little whimper and so you do and that's how he finds out he likes getting choked

IM WHEEZING CARBON MONOXIDE BITCHDJSJS

okay so he’s come home from a day of recording at the studio and he’s all tuckered out but feeling really needy as well so he practically begs you to fuck him.

He’s so docile you don’t even need to tie him down. He’s laying out all sweaty across the bed, sheer black shirt unbuttoned all the way and his pants and briefs are discarded on the floor at the end of the bed. You’re riding him hard and fast, bouncing on his cock roughly with the back of your thighs slapping down on his, feeling his balls against your ass every time you sink down. His arms are above his head, splayed out limply with his fingers messing at the ends of his mussed up hair, whining softly as you bite down his neck and scratch up his chest, blowing on the stinging red lines and causing him to whimper all throaty and high.

“God, you’re amazing, y'know that?” Harry’s voice is soft and timid, eyes glued to your chest hungrily as it bounces in your perky lace bra– one he’d bought you at a fancy boutique when he was off shooting for the film in France.

“And you’re extremely thick. Did you know that?” You drag your lips sloppily down the spine of the butterfly tattoo, tongue peeking out to lap at one of his puffy nipples.

He answers with a short, wispy hiccup of, “Maybe.”

Your arms are holding his elbows down against the mattress, making sure he doesn’t move to touch you. Your knees are pressed up against his hips to give you balance as you slam down on him, his entire body jolting against the bed, cracked moans and soft keening stuttering from the heavy movement. He looks absolutely enthralling, with his cheeks tinted rose and his big green eyes all doe-like and innocent, swollen bottom lip tucked under his front two teeth as he thrums out shaky hums of gratitude, filled with, “Fuck me so good, darling. No one takes m'cock like you do.” and “You’re so tight, peach. Snug little cunt gonna fuckin’ ruin me for good, innit? Gonna make your baby boy come so hard it hurts…”

You’re hand reaches towards his neck out of instinct, fingers wrapping around the back as your thumb presses softly against his bobbing Adam’s Apple, using your palm to bring him towards your mouth. You keep his throat stuck to your lips, teeth sinking in sweetly and marking deep purple bruises into his soft, tanned skin. Something to look forward to seeing on him tomorrow morning as he’s spread out over the pillows with the side of his face pasted to the cushion, hair in a fluffy, wild halo with the sheets hanging low on his hips, revealing all of the maroon and violet love bites scattered down the tight muscles of his back, across his broad shoulders and speckling his delicate neck.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you’d tightened your grip, thumb pressing down harder into his juglar and causing his breathing to shutter.

You immediately release your hold, apologies spilling from your lips as you kiss at his flushed ears with care, worried to death.

“More.” Harry’s croak is airy and quaking, but insistent nonetheless.

You stare at him for a second, surprised by the new development. But you grant him his wish, wrapping your fingers around his throat and tightening like before. “Like this?”

He nods feverishly, suckling his bottom lip into his mouth, bright, canopy green eyes rolling into the back of his head as the edges of his mouth twitch up into a teeny, satisfied smile. “Jus’ like that.”

You continue rocking against him, other hand cradling the side of his face as you gradually close your fingers further around his neck, relying on his body language and sounds of pleasure to guide you on this new territory. And what a discovery this is.

Harry looks incredibly sexy with his head tilted all the way back against the pillow, jaw flexing alluringly as his ruby lips are parted, heavy whimpers and short gasps rawing his lungs. His eyes are barely cracked open, heavy lashes brushing the tops of his simmering cheeks as he looks down on you with so much lust it burns. He pouts his bottom lip out pleadingly, talking meekly. “Can I have a kiss?”

You respond by flushing your lips against his, tongue dipping in teasingly and pulling out to skim his upper lip temptingly, drawing a deep, needy whine from him, air puffing out shallow and quivering.

“Such a naughty boy. Getting kinkier every day, y'know that?“

Harry returns your comment with a coy grin, tilting his head forward so that your fingertips dig deeper against his throat, bruising himself in the process and smiling as he feels the marks blossoming. He softens his eyes into looking all watery and innocent, but you can see a devilish glint in the specks of gold that shimmer in his irises.

“And you’re a pretty little thing with a tight cunt and a knack for returning my kinks. Did you know that?”

9 Things Couples Do - Jim Kirk

Summary: People do funny, stupid, cute, and sad things when they’re in love.

Warnings: language, a bit fluffy

A/N: everyone, i love jim kirk. i hope this is as good as it was in my head and better than i actually think its mediocre ass turned out (i am sick, though, so who knows). it’s such a long fic, y’all.


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Jim assumed your favorite ice cream flavor was strawberry and you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. Especially not when he was looking at you in the way he was.

Impacted by the width and intensity of his smile, his eyes were narrowed and illuminated. He looked softer that way— less authoritative, less like the Captain Kirk the crew served under— he looked like the Jim you’d fallen for.

When the girl behind the counter looked at you with an eyebrow raised in question, you gave her a half-shrug you made sure was hidden from Jim. “Just one scoop, please.”

“One?” Jim asked, turning a little to look at you. He snorted and rolled the blue eyes that could have lit up the entire old-school San Francisco parlor. “Baby. And here I thought you had a gut of steel.”

“It’s not polite to comment on what metal you think makes-up the gut of your significant other.”

He snorted again, his fingertips shoving you with a force your weakened legs didn’t have the strength to withstand. He caught you before you could stumble a few inches to the right, immediately clasping his hand in yours. “Still tired from the…” he cleared his throat, “walk?”

The girl behind the counter giggled loud enough to force your teeth into your tongue, your cheeks and the tops of your ears burning instantly. You squeezed Jim’s hand so a wince left his lips and he snatched it back from yours. “I’m tired from the actual walk here. It’s uphill. And I do have a gut of steel— a roomy gut of steel, roomier than yours.”

Jim titled his head and took his gaze from yours to meet that of the girl busying herself with your strawberry ice cream and Jim’s chocolate with peanut butter swirled throughout. He smiled at her. “Did that sound like a challenge to you? Did you hear me being challenged by the person that is supposed to love me, to uplift me?”

“I do love you,” you mumbled before you looked at the girl and took the cone she offered you. “He’s dramatic— excuse him, please.”

You looked down at the already melting pink mess, then back up at Jim. You quirked a single eyebrow. “But let’s say I was challenging you— that I’m betting you my gut’s roomier than yours. What’s that entail?”

“Whoever finishes the most ice cream in twenty minutes.”

“That’s a long ass time, Jim. We just had dinner—”

Ten minutes. No cones, just cups and spoons— cones take too long to finish.”

“The usual stakes or do you wanna modify them?”

“The usual stakes,” he said with a single nod. He was smirking so openly and cockily. It bugged you.

“We’ll tip you generously,” you told the girl who was now staring at the two of you with eyes the size and shape of saucers. “You just have to keep up, okay? Two servings ahead of us each time just to be safe. No stopping even when I look like my brain has frozen itself into a coma.”

Jim clapped his hands together. “This is what you trained for!”

“I-I haven’t really trained,” she said. She sounded nervous— a wise girl to be nervous, you thought.

You and Jim looked at one another, shrugged, and beckoned her to begin scooping.

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Leather pt. 2

Originally posted by 7bboys

Warnings: Smut…to come ;)

Genres: Mechanic!Jungkook A/U and a bit of dirty talk

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Part 1


It had been a few weeks since you met Jeon Jungkook- and every time you saw him your stomach flopped. The words that you exchanged with him were few, sparse and dry, but that was what you wanted, or what you convinced yourself at least.

“…Jin?” you called out, eyes searching for your brother as you stepped into the shop. It was oddly bare, you didn’t see anyone, and except for a few clanking sounds, it was quiet. “…Jin,” you called again. 

Suddenly, someone rolled out from under a car that was slightly raised off the ground. 

“He’s not here,” 

“Oh…” you looked at him as he sat up, silky, black hair bouncing back, parting his bangs. The navy blue coveralls that were supposed to cover him were stripped down to his waist, revealing a clingy white shirt, grayed with oil stains, that hung onto his toned body. 

“What?” a smile played on his lips, and your cheeks flushed, realizing you had been oogling a bit too long. 

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31 with taehyung please ^-^

thank you for requesting! i hope you like it! 

31. “I’m trying to flirt with you.” 

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toasted pb & j’s

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//in which y/n makes harry a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast 

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The pop from the toaster frightens a distracted y/n as she pours herself a cup of coffee. She spills a little bit of it on the counter and on her toes. She lets out a small yelp, hissing as the hot coffee attacks her skin.

“Love, is everything alright?” Harry calls from the stairs. A towel is wrapped low on his waist and both of his hands shake another towel through his wet hair. He had just gotten out of the shower when he heard y/n’s cry. His loud footsteps make their way to the kitchen, thinking he’d find his girlfriend, but she isn’t there- much to Harry’s dismay. “Poppet, where did you go?” He walks around the island to see y/n tending to her toes, wiping up the spilt coffee. He kneels down to inspect y/n’s actions. “What happened?” His eyebrows knit together and he brings his bottom lip in between his index and thumb.

Y/n looks up from her yellow toenails and answers Harry. “Well I was making toast and pouring my coffee but while I was pouring my coffee, the toast popped up and it scared me so I jumped and spilled a little bit of my coffee…” She speaks fast however her voice trails off when she realizes how ditzy she is. Harry laughs and offers his hand to y/n to help her up. This is certainly not the first time y/n has done this sort of thing. One time- again, while making toast- she was cutting an avocado and then cut her hand when the toast popped up in the toaster. It’s not her fault the toaster makes such an aggressive noise when it pops up the bread! Y/n retrieves the four slices of toast from the toaster and Harry pours himself a cup of coffee- without spilling. Harry sits at the table and admires y/n’s movements. He just likes to watch her sometimes. He likes how she always makes them breakfast, whenever they’re together. Lately, it’s been variations of avocado toast but this morning, y/n has decided to introduce Harry to an old childhood favorite.

“Avocado toast this morning?” Harry inquires before gingerly taking a sip of his black coffee. He watches y/n’s actions, noticing she doesn’t grab an avocado from the fridge but peanut butter and jelly instead.

Y/n shakes her head and places the two jars on the counter. “No, not this morning,” is all she says. The smooth peanut butter is swiped onto the toast first, a habit y/n has always kept. Her mum would always start with peanut butter and end with the jelly. It’s imperative for the peanut butter to meet the warm bread as soon as possible, otherwise there would be no ooey-gooey goodness. Y/n takes the time to cover every inch of the toast- even the corners. The blackberry jelly immediately stains the once golden bread. While in the middle of spreading around her jelly, y/n realizes she doesn’t even know what Harry’s favorite flavor of jelly is. “Harry what kind of jelly do you want?”

Harry hums. “Well what kind do we have?”

“There’s blackberry, strawberry and grape. Sorry, no kiwi,” y/n tries to be funny. Harry doesn’t laugh, he just stares at her, disappointed in her attempt to be funny. “I don’t think they even make kiwi jam,” she continues.

“Make up your mind, love. Is it jelly or jam?” Harry asks y/n.

Y/n only shrugs. “Both? I don’t know, now which kind of jelly slash jam do you want?”

“Strawber- wait no, grape.” Harry looks up from his phone to smile widely at y/n then turns back to the device after she rolls her eyes at him.

“Grape jelly it is.” Y/n dips the spoon in the purple jelly and plops a great deal on Harry’s toast. Once covering all the bread, y/n squishes the two slices together and cuts each of their sandwiches in two triangles- the only way you can eat a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich…or any sandwich for that matter. A bowl of fruit has already been set at the table, which Harry as already helped himself to. His coffee is nearly gone and he decides to fill his mug before dining on the breakfast y/n made. “Okay Harry,” y/n says while placing the plates down on the table. “This is toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I used to make these all the time because why have a regular pb & j when you can have a toasted one?”

Harry sets down his coffee and joins y/n at the table. He takes a seat and brings one of the corners up to his mouth. Once taking a bite, the gooey peanut butter oozes out of the sandwich and makes a mess all over Harry’s hands. “Mm,” he begins- his mouth still full. He holds up a finger, swallows, takes a sip of his coffee and sighs. “That’s quite good, love. A little messy,” Harry licks his fingers clean of peanut butter. “But still good.”

“The melted peanut butter is the best part!” y/n rejoices. She takes a bite of her own and let’s out the smallest, littlest moan imaginable. Harry stops his chewing and darts his eyes to look straight into y/n’s.

“Did you just fucking moan from taking a bite of your sandwich?” Harry asks.

Y/n continues to chew slowly, very uncomfortable that one, she moaned from taking a bite of her pb & j and, two, Harry heard her. She nods reluctantly and Harry snickers. “Well babe, at least I can make you moan louder than a fucking peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”


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[authors note • i wrote this bc a little while ago, the harry chat was talking about pb&j’s and how some have never tried one before ok pls don’t judge me. (im writing part 2 to purse dating and then @hardliquorhaz is going to help me write a smut based off a personal experience of hers lmao)]

Ride or Die [M] (JBxReader)

Originally posted by magiccastles

Genre: Smut/Angst

Pairing: Gangster!Jaebum(but actually very soft!jb) x You

Warnings: Nothing much, just some makeup sex and a little drugs

Summary: Jaebum’s mad. Mad that you left without a word, and now he’s giving you back what you started.

Word count: 2k

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The wind tangled its fingers in his hair, blowing back every strand of hair on his head. 145 km/h was far off the speed limit, but he slammed down hard on the acceleration pedal anyway. He started to sit up, and then sank back weakly into the leather chair, a grimace washing over his face.

“Pass me another smoke,” he said impassively, red eyes still focusing intensely on the road. You hastily rummaged through the glove box for his packet of Marlboro ice blast, just the way he liked it. You would joke that that was his favourite flavour because it went along well with his unamiable personality. Ice cold indeed. Except that today wasn’t a good day for laughing matters. You smacked the box a few times with the palm of your hand and passed a stick to him. He picked it up with his mouth and nodded his head towards the lighter nesting in the cup holder. Getting the signal he was trying to bring across, you helped him light up his cigarette while he took in a deep breath of the sharp mint. Clouds of white escaped his lips with each puff, fading out through the window into the inky night.

“You think it was fun going to the club without telling me your whereabouts? You like guys seeing you in those skimpy clothes?” Jaebum said condescendingly.  You kept silent, not wanting to aggravate his temper by saying the wrong words, but that only added fuel to his anger. He passed you a quick glance, mouth set and eyes bleak.

“Not gonna say anything? Cat’s got your tongue missy?” He made an abrupt turn onto the side of the road, making you fling forward from the sudden jolt.

Thank goodness the seatbelt was holding you back.

Jaebum turned to face you, exhaling smoke in your direction. You coughed at the strong scent of nicotine.

“Jaebum, it isn’t a big deal. Why are you making a mountain out of an ant hole?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“Not a big deal? My girlfriend- MY girlfriend was at a club with devious men simpering at her and just look at what you’re wearing. That dress barely covers your ass. How dare you, y/n.” He berated, taking another hit. The red, angry glow of the cigarette seemed to grow brighter. You could feel the tension between the both of you heightening.

“Baby, I just wanted to have some fun with the girls tonight. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, okay?” You said coolly. “Please don’t be mad.” You reached for his arm and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Don’t call me that.” Jaebum yanked his arm away and flicked the cigarette out of the window, letting it burn into ashes. A faint snigger found its way into the gloomy air. He rolled his neck and ran a hand through his hair. Your vision was blurry from the misty silhouette of the remaining smoke wafting around your heads. In that moment of discomfort, you found yourself choked up with shame. Jaebum rarely fought with you, and even if he did, he always gave in at the end. This time was different though. That action of yanking his arm away made you feel lousy; your efforts to mitigate the problem didn’t work. The alcohol had kicked in as well, feeding your deranged state. You prayed silently that you would pass out before things escalated. Jaebum was never one to break down easily, but when it came to you, he was putty in your hands.

“How would I know if you won’t do the same thing again?” A whimper made its way through his trembling words. He had completely lost to the high. You could barely see properly, but you knew from the hitching in his voice that he was about to dissolve in tears. “I can’t have other men looking at my girl like that. You’re mine, mine. All mine.”

Hearing his soft sniffles, it made you bite the inside of your cheeks. You never wanted to hurt him. However tough he appeared, he was just a delicate piece of glass.

Suddenly, drizzle started falling from the sky, rolling down the windshield in a steady stream. Jaebum sighed, then reluctantly rolled up the windows and turned on the heater. He removed his spiked leather jacket and threw it on the backseat. All he had on was a white tank top and fitting ripped black jeans. He gripped firmly on the steering wheel, averting his emotions somewhere else. You shivered as his well toned arms contracted at the same time as your heart did. His arm was a canvas for a long, ridged scar that ran from his shoulder to his elbow. But he wore it proudly- a reminder of fiery escapades that once fascinated him. The windows condensed under the contrast of temperatures as heat built up in the car, lending privacy before the other cars that drove past.

“You’re fucking beautiful, y/n.” Jaebum blurted, brushing his fingers over your cheek. He leaned towards you and planted sloppy kisses on your lips, his breath still lingering of menthol. In your daze, you threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Aren’t you mad at me?”

He answered you with another kiss, this time exploring the insides of your mouth. His insistent mouth parting your shaking lips, tongue fighting for dominance over yours. You pulled away from the kiss, only to be greeted by look of immense desire etched on his face. It was so clear that you wondered where he’d hid it for so long. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin below his ear. He responded with a soft groan, low in his throat, and then lowered his chair as you climbed on top on him. Your dress rode up your hips as you unsteadily straddled his lap. Putting your weight on him, your chests collided, melting into each other. Other than the scent of cigarettes, you inhaled his citrusy cologne, his shampoo, the scent that was just… him. The tiny car offered little to none space to manoeuvre; nothing could contain the excitement growing in your core. The persistent pounding in your head added to the numbness you felt as his fingers brushed roughly against your laced panties. Just one stroke of his skilful finger sent wild tremors along your nerves, evoking sensations you never known you were capable of feeling.

“I’m mad. Still mad, and this is your punishment.” With an impatient hand, he drew your underwear down your thighs – and did even quicker work of removing his pants. You fumbled lifting your dress off your head until Jaebum ripped it away and threw it onto the backseat. He grabbed your ass harshly, not caring if his nails dug into your skin, and gave it a firm smack. Your body responded by jerking towards him, your long hair hovering over his face. He pulled back your hair with one hand and with the other, firmly cupped your chin.

“I’ll show you what it means by being mine.” He dipped his hand into your glistening pussy, rubbing harshly at the bundle of nerves. Your legs shook at the sensitivity and your fists grabbed fiercely at his white tank. You wanted more, you wanted to taste every inch of his body. Similarly, he wanted to eat at your intoxicated lips, down to your sweet cunt. His fingers pierced through your body like a bullet, plunging them in like there was no tomorrow. As your essence covered his fingers, you couldn’t help but to mew in pleasure. Two fingers working in you, a little uncomfortable but nothing you couldn’t handle. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he crooked his finger, hitting you in the spots that made your moans turn into a high-pitched orgasm.

“F-fuck… It feels so good.” You slurred. His bulge throbbed in his pants and you could feel it thumping against your sex. You were seeing two of him, daze washing over you.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he growled into your ear. You squirm beneath his touch, body aching for more of him. You squeeze his thigh hard, leaving red imprints.

“So fucking-” another moan escaped your lips as you ground your convulsing pussy on his thick thighs.

“So fucking badly.”

Jaebum mewed at the sensation of your wetness on him. His cock was rock hard and pulsing repeatedly against your abdomen.

“This badly?” He wantoned, sliding the tip of his member over your slit. He pushed his head in ever so slightly, only to remove it again and again.

“Please,” you begged. “Please Jaebum, give it to me.”

He continued to tease you, slapping his cock against your clit. You let out a loud gasp as you clenched your toes, every muscle drawn taut. You whined as you pleaded for his thick cock to fill you up. You wanted to relish in the feeling of his warmth in you, reaching deep into your womb. His cock was now red, hot and angry; the head of his penis tingled unbearably, a drop of precum forming at the slit. Sensing how much he wanted you as well, you lift yourself above his hips, and then sunk yourself down. Rotating your hips around him, you found a good tempo with the buckling of his hips. He bit down on his lips hard, a vein on his neck becoming visible. Your eyes flutter and you are lost in bliss.

“You are mine,” he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal.

“Mine,” he swears. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing off your chest. In that moment, nothing seemed to matter except for him sliding in and out of you. You slide your hands down his biceps, tracing the scar, clamping your legs around his waist, driving him further into you until your sweat-slick bodies stain the car seat. His face winces as your velvet insides envelops him into paradise.

A familiar heat buzzes in your belly, but he is still ruthless, wanting to engrave himself into you. Jaebum continues at it, this time with even harder thrusts. The sound of skin slapping became even louder.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. y/n, you feel so good on my dick.” He ran his hand over your chest, rolling your bud between his fingers, pinching and pulling at it.

Your back arches as you feel his dick pulsing in your sex. You guide his hand to your clit and used it to rub it hard.

“I’m, I’m cumming babe.” You cry as Jaebum pounds even harder than before. The car shook underneath his primitive act.

“Wait for me, y/n.” He says, and with one last pinch to your clit, you can feel yourself losing control of your body.

Both of you crumble into sand as your orgasms pierces through your bodies. He empties his viscous fluid in you and pulls out, some spilling on your stomach. You squirm at the feeling of his hot cum in you, amazed at how he fills you up so well every time. He uses a finger to swipe the cum off your slit and puts it into your mouth. You obediently lick it all off.

He reaches to the back of the car for your clothes and helps you put it back on.

“Are we okay now?”

Jaebum nods and pulls you into another heated kiss.

“Don’t do it again.” He pants, chest heaving heavily.

But if he’ll punish you with such means each time, you’re not sure if you won’t do it again.

The Torturous Year- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Okay, so my lazy ass has not yet gotten to any of the requests or the blurbs yet for my 1k celebration, but I have decided to start a new series. This one is a Remus one, and barely has a plot in all honesty. I just think it would be a series of cute little imagines based off of the idea that Remus suddenly grew up quite a bit over the summer from fifth year to sixth. :) Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by pretty-eyes-on-pretty-guys

Two long months away from your friends had been torture. With the recent targets on different muggle families in the past year, your parents decided that it would be best to travel overseas this summer. A summer house on the beach was lovely and very therapeutic yet not what you wanted. All you wanted to be able to do was see your friends, or at least write to them. Yet, your parents insisted that going abroad was the safest thing for you all. They claimed that no contact with your muggle-born friends meant their families wouldn’t be noticed if they were trying to lay low; and no contact with your magical-born friends meant that they wouldn’t get in trouble for communicating with any half muggle-born families.

You knew it was mostly a lie. Your parents were scared themselves and you couldn’t blame them. It was getting dangerous for any non-pure-blood family with the rise of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Hiding out with an entire ocean between your family and the enemy was logically a smart move, even if it was slightly cowardly. Although, it didn’t mean you had to like it.

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BTS Scenarios: Their S/O Finds Out They Cheated [Aftermath]

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K I M S E O K J I N :

After he checked his phone of his messages, he would immediately run up back to you and beg for you to listen, claiming that this was all a misunderstanding. You’d roll your eyes at his claim, knowing that his words were pure bullshit. Though, he wouldn’t go away; he wouldn’t leave you alone to think about what to do next about this.

Y/n!” He’d call out as he continues to knock on the bathroom door. You’d ignore him, tears streaming down your face as you covered your ears to block out his presence. “Please, let me explain!

You can take your explanation and shove it up —” You’d scream back, but you were cut off when Jin called out, “Y/n!

Just leave me alone, Jin,” You’d cry, “Don’t make this any worse than it needs to be.

You guess he finally got the memo, because the knockings stopped & his voice was no longer to be heard. You let yourself cry in the bathroom for who-knows-how-long and when you decide to get yourself together, you get up, splash your face with water, and get out.

You were dragging yourself into your bedroom, assuming that Jin probably went to the dorms to vent about what he had done to you to the boys; You were going to do him a favor and pack up his stuff so he can move into the dorms, but you didn’t show any emotion when you saw him sitting on the foot of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his broad shoulders slumped, and his head in his hands.

You crossed your arms and sighed loudly, disappointed that he didn’t respect your wishes to just go. Jin’s head perks up at the sound of your loud exhale, and you notice that his eyes were slightly glossy & puffy. You shift your head to the side once your eyes made contact with his eyes, refusing to even look at him. 

Seokjin, I thought I told you—” You were about to say, but he cuts you off saying, “While I was in Hawaii with the boys a couple months ago, we went out drinking,” You purse your lips, allowing him to continue, “I guess I had too much to drink because when I woke up the next morning, I was with another girl in bed.” He then licks his lips before adding in a whisper, “The scariest part was that she looked so much like you.

You shut your eyes tight, allowing the tears that were building up at the brim to flow harshly down your cheeks. Jin continues explaining, “I left right away, I just,” He then pauses before saying, “I guess she put her number in my phone while I knocked out.” 

You scoff as you roll your eyes & shake your head at him, and Jin gets desperate, for he goes on his knees in front of you and begs, “You have to believe me, Y/n, this is the first time she texted me since that night!

You roll your jaw at his audacity, and you use your hand to push his head back, causing him to prop his hands behind him to keep himself up. “Are you going to forget the fact that you cheated on me? Screw her fucking sexting you first after all these months, Seokjin! It won’t change the fact that you still slept with her!” You yell, going off to the drawers and throwing out all his clothes onto the floor. “Were you ever planning on telling me?” You ask, continuing to go through the cabinets, “Did the guilt ever build up inside you to at least force you to tell me?” You start slamming the drawers & cabinets after throwing his belongings onto the floor, “Were you honestly planning to keep this a secret?” You cry angrily, kicking around his stuff, “Did you not think I was going to find out?” 

The ache in your heart grew and it got you on knees, clutching your chest. “Did you…” You start, needing a moment to catch your breath, “Did you ever really love me?” 

You gasp immediately after asking that question, because you knew that he does love you, but the time following from when he cheated onto now made you so confused as to if it was real. You start sobbing into your hands and Jin comes up behind you, his arms around you and his head on your shoulder as you both cry. It wasn’t long until you wiggle out of his grip and point towards the door.

This is the last time I’m saying this, Kim Seokjin,” You warn with a firm & steady voice, “Leave.

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M I N Y O O N G I :

Y/n, be a sweetheart and run to the grocery store for me, please? We’re running low on lots of things.” Your mother asks, knocking on the frame of your bedroom door before waking you up from your slumber.

You don’t reply, so your mother sits at the foot of your bed, and the dip that she caused made you aware that her presence wasn’t a figment of your imagination. You feel your mother’s hand on your ankle, and that’s when you decide to yawn & stretch. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and your mother scoots closer to you to pet your bed-head hair. 

I’ll text you a list of what we need,” She informs you, her voice sweet & soft, “All you gotta do is buy it, okay?

You hum, “Okay,” before lazily getting off your bed to get ready, and you mother leaves to give you privacy. Your phone chimes not long afterward, and you sighed at the notification of the list that your mother had just texted you. You decided to wear something that made you comfortable rather than fashionable because you honestly didn’t care about your appearance anymore, and you didn’t have anyone in mind to impress out in the grocery store anyways.

So there you were, your hair up in a messy bun, dressed up in some sandals, sweats, and a plain jacket, going around the aisle to collect the things your mother requested you to buy. You pushed your cart as you entered the next aisle, and as you let your eyes wander around the contents of what the shelves provided, you caught sight of a familiar face that you thought you would never encounter out of all days, out of all times, and out of all places. 

He was there too, wearing all black clothing, a baseball cap, and a face mask. Yoongi didn’t notice you though, he was too busy reading the back of a box for its nutrition label. You stopped in your tracks; You were lucky that you weren’t holding anything because you knew that you would’ve dropped it and made your presence known to him, but the cart you were gripping onto made your knuckles turn white and your hands tremble,

Suddenly, the pain in your heart that you thought was gone was coming back to you. These questions that you had for him but left unsaid were flooding your mind like, “Why did you do it? Did you even love me? How long were you cheating on me? Was she better than me? Are you happy now? Do you miss me? Do you regret it?” Tears started to pool up in your eyes and you knew you had to get out of there before he notices from his peripheral vision that there’s a figure standing like a deer in the headlights.

So you ran out of the store, abandoning your cart in the aisle. 

J U N G H O S E O K :

He didn’t bother replying to your text about breaking up with him. Instead, the relationship he had with the other girl went public and you realized that you were the other woman he was seeing.

For a while, you were heartbroken. This traumatized you and ruined any chances you had with men who wanted to take you out on a date. Any potential of finding your true love was wasted because of the fear of being used like how Hoseok used you. You didn’t trust anybody for a while; your heart was fragile and you didn’t want to go through the process of trying to fix it again. 

The time that could’ve been used for going out on dates and going out to meet new people was easily used to find yourself again. You realized that you didn’t know who you were without Hoseok and you hated it. So your free time was used to discover yourself, like your new favorite hobbies, explore your music taste, and read some of your new favorite books. You even found yourself a job to keep yourself busy with, and though it was tiring, it made good pay, so at the end of the week, you can treat yourself to some sweets and new clothes.

Your coworker invited you to their birthday party hosted at this nearby bar and you realized that you haven’t been able to have fun in a while so you accept to go. 

Though the venue was reserved for the party, it was still open to the public, which wasn’t a problem, but it wasn’t long until his face showed up into the bar too. He didn’t notice you with your friends at first, but you noticed him as he made his way to the corner of the bar and order himself a drink. You didn’t want to make your presence known to him, so you just continued socializing with your friends. 

Do my eyes deceive me?” The birthday person exclaimed into a microphone, and all the attention turns to them, “Or is that J-Hope from the famous BTS?!” They announce, gesturing towards the rapper who forces a smile on his face. He feels obliged to stand up and bow towards the people who have focused their attention on him. 

So he bows and scans the crowd, and once his eyes land upon you, he was taken aback. His eyes were wide but he tries not to make it obvious even though you already caught it. You respond to his reaction with a welcoming smile. 

You two didn’t dare to interact with each other, but you guys did exchange glances every now and then. 

When the party ended, you stayed with your coworker as they bid everyone else goodbye. When Hoseok passed you, you gave him a nod & a handshake with a genuine smile on your face. He couldn’t stop looking at you with an apology written in his eyes as he walked out of the door.

K I M N A M J O O N :

For a while, you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. You shut him out of everything; you blocked his number & his social media, changed the locks on your door, ignored the calls from his bandmates, and kept yourself busy to avoid any chance of him showing up at your house.

This went on for a couple months, but you soon realized how childish you were being. You had the heart to unblock Namjoon from everything that you blocked him on & responded to the rest of the band. They were relieved when you finally decided to keep in touch with them, and Namjoon was silently relieved too. 

You and the boys would hang out without him, the reason being that you just weren’t ready to face him yet. Time was healing though, even if it was taking a long time. You knew that eventually, you’ll forgive him of his wrongdoing and that you’ll finally be able to face him as a friend again. 

There’d be days where the boys would mention him by accident and the conversation would awkwardly stop; all eyes would be on you just to see how you would react to the sound his name. You’d force a small smile and reassure them you’re okay and try to continue the conversation. 

Slowly, you were able to get used to the idea of him. You hung out with his bandmates, so facing him again was inevitable. The mention of his name wouldn’t pinch your heart anymore, and you were able to be in the same room as him without having the urge to cry and once in a while, he’d tag along with you guys as you hung out with each other and you were okay with that.

It got to that point where you two can talk to each other without it being just a greeting towards each other or small talk. It grew to texting and laughing, and the boys had to admit that the sight of you two together like this was awkward and confusing - awkward because of your past with him & confusing because you don’t know how to define your friendship with him.

You and the boys went out to an event where your community could perform whatever they desired if they wished to. The venue was nice and simple: a wooden stage, a couple of couches, and strung-up lights. The aura was chill and calming, and the other people that came were respectful (as in, they stopped talking whenever someone performed and they gave positive comments for each performer). 

You sat next to Namjoon on the couch, and you two shared a conversation full of laughter. It wasn’t long until you guys ran out of things to say, and the tension between you two immediately turned awkward. You decide to let your eyes wander around the space, admiring the decorations set before you. Namjoon, on the other hand, was biting his lip and twiddling with thumbs in nervousness, but you decide to ignore it.

Y/n?” He’d say in a soft voice. You look at him and offer your full attention by giving him a warm smile. “Is it…” He then clears his throat, “Is it okay if we try again?” He’d ask, and your smile fades.

Oh,” You’d simply respond before shaking your head a little, “I’m sorry, Namjoon, but no.”

P A R K J I M I N :

When you told Jimin that you were best friends with the girl he slept with, you honestly meant that as an exaggeration.

But after he left the house, you became a crying mess and that girl was your rock through it all. She ended up staying in your house that night, and she helped you with breakfast the next morning. Your friendship with her evolved to sharing numbers, which was beneficial on your part because there would be nights where you have a crying episode and calling her was a necessity in those moments.

She sets up a Netflix marathon with you in your living room one night, just to help cheer you up through these times. You decided to watch an action-comedy, like Deadpool, where you two laughed and made fun of and even mimicked some lines from the movie. When the end credits rolled, she made one more funny comment, causing you to raise your head back in a fit of laughter, and she couldn’t help but stare at you as you two laughed. Soon, you made eye contact with her and the laughter faded. 

You two began leaning in towards each other, closing the gap between, and then you two kissed. It started out as a little peck, and you two were taken aback with this sudden act, but neither of you said anything about stopping and suddenly you two were having an all-out make-out session. 

No words were said, and no one knew how, but you two were now in a relationship.

You two had another date at a semi-fancy restaurant, and you two were just chit-chatting and feeding each other and laughing, but little did you two know, that on the other side of the room, sitting by himself at a corner table, was Jimin. 

His head perked up at first when he noticed you two together, and he thought that you two being best friends was a lie but he realized that this was much more than that. He watches are you two laugh and hold hands, and he smiles at the sight.

He’s happy for you two.

K I M T A E H Y U N G :

Um, excuse me,” The girl comes back to you. “But why’d you put this on my cup?” She asks, gesturing to the message you’ve written at the bottom of her cup.

Your boyfriend is Kim Taehyung, right? Of BTS?” You’d ask, your voice light and low. She nods as she crosses her arms. “Well, he was my boyfriend of 2 years.” You inform her, smiling softly at the memories that you shared with him, “But it’s okay, you can—” 

Suddenly, she grabs at your hair. You start screaming at her attack, and she literally has you bending on the table as she starts scratching you. She then pulls you up by the hair with one hand and uses her other hand to slap your face. You start crying and she’s calling you names now, “Bitch! Slut! Liar!” and all of the above. You try grabbing ahold of her wrists so you can resist her but her long, sharp nails were making it really hard for you to do so. 

It took a while but Taehyung arrives at the scene, surprised at the fact that the two girls he was seeing were fighting each other. He put the pieces together and figured that you two had found out that he’s been cheating on the both of you. 

He runs up to the both of you, and he pulls the other girl away from you, and even steps between you two to prevent any possibility of her engaging in another fight with you. You start sobbing harder that you had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from being too loud, but the other girl, on the other hand, was raging with anger right now which wasn’t what you were expecting out of this situation. 

Fucking hell, Tae! I can’t believe you were seeing this low-life behind my back!” She yells at him, and you already too hurt by the fact that he’s been cheating on you to be offended by her insult. Taehyung runs his hands through his hair and his eyes shift between looking at you & looking at her. “It’s me or her, Taehyung.” She then makes him decide, crossing her arms to judge. 

He then turns his body towards you and begins to hug & comfort you, and the other girl huffed before storming away. You stay in his arms for a quick moment because you need somebody to hold you, but then you started wiggling away from his embrace. 

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He’d repeat over & over again as he fought against your struggle to get away from him and continue to hug you. 

Taehyung, please, let me go,” You’d cry, shaking your head at him. 

You were so desperate to get away from him that you pushed him away from you, and he finally got the message and respected your space. You look at him at the face and notice that he was crying too, but that didn’t change how you see him now.

Just because you chose me doesn’t mean I choose you too,” You whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, “Just please, let’s never see each other again.” 

J E O N J U N G K O O K :

You don’t recall how or when, but you decided to give him another chance. You do remember, though, him constantly coming over to your house whenever he was free to beg for your forgiveness. There’ll be days at work where he’d send teddy bears and a bouquet of flowers, and you guess somewhere along the lines, you gave in & started talking about what would happen to your relationship with him. 

How he won your heart again, despite being the one who broke it, was beyond your control. You didn’t mean to get back together to him, but it just happened and you didn’t question it and the relationship seemed the same as if catching him in bed with another girl didn’t happen. There’ll be times where he, or the rest of the band, or your friends, or even your family would ask if you had forgiven him for his mistake, and you’d reassure them with a firm nod that you have forgiven him. This made Jungkook relieved, but the others didn’t really believe it. 

One night, Jungkook came home late without informing you of what he was going to do and you felt like your chest was going to burst. When he did arrive home, you were found sitting on the living room couch, cuddling into a blanket, arms crossed, and face red from your crying. 

Baby?” He’d rush up to you to comfort you, “What’s wrong?” 

Where were you?” You’d ask, and he knew you were mad at him, “Why didn’t you text me what you were doing? You told me you’d be home by 10PM and it’s already past midnight!” You’d cry, “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” 

He cuddles you in his chest, and he thinks over some things as you continued to sob in his chest, because he finds it alien of you to be crying over something as trivial as this, but then he makes a sudden realization:

The relationship was never just the same… You don’t trust him anymore.

*****

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ice eyes ❖ kyungsoo(2)

admin : -neb

word count : 3315 (this went out of hand ugh)

warnings : very very dom!kyungsoo, orgasm denial, breast play, pretty huge age gap

genre : pure smut lol

Originally posted by luedeer

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1st Part

Your eyes locked with his and you could swear there were lightnings between you two, the tension was so concrete you could almost cut it with a knife. His hand was caressing your cheek, his thumb drawing imaginary circles as his eyes examined every inch of your showing skin, making you feel little and insecure. There was something in his gaze that was so intense, it almost felt like he was stripping you in his mind and that sudden thought made you blush.

That something, by the way, was making you feel needy for his attention, you wanted him and his body, even if he probably thought of you like a problematic student. Little did you know that wild thoughts were storming in Kyungsoo’s mind, just, he was hesitant, even thought he felt like he couldn’t control himself anymore.
His thumb drifted from your soft cheek to your mouth, caressing your bottom lip oh so gently you felt your legs tremble. Luckily, you were still sitting on the chair cause if you didn’t you surely would’ve fell to his knees.

“So pretty I could almost ruin my career.” he whispers, biting on his plump bottom lip, licking it right after. How could you think such profanities about a grown man that could’ve been your uncle?

“What” you whisper back, in total confusion. The heat on your cheeks is making you feel dizzy and the way Kyungsoo is looking at you wasn’t helping.
He moves closer, entering his index and middle finger in your mouth, playing with the tip of your tongue. And at this point you completely lost it, all the dignity and common sense you promised your self not to loose were completely gone.

“Sehun always says you’re a really bossy girl. You like being in charge of things, I can see it in your eyes. But guess one thing? I am too.” His voice turned deeper (was that even possible?) and his eyes darkened, still looking at you like a lion looks at its prey. You can’t find the strength to say anything, with his fingers still in your mouth. You start sucking on them, slightly swirling your tongue between them, looking into Kyungsoo’s eyes with the most innocent gaze you could make.
He growls deeply, hissing your name and taking a step closer.

“Don’t tease” he warns you, removing his fingers and taking two steps away from you. You suddenly felt empty, you desired skinship, your body was craving him and only him.
He finds your eyes and he starts to unbutton his black shirt, making sure to keep eye contact. You follow his hand movement until the third button, that’s where he stops, smirking at your focused expression.

“Come here.” He says. And you don’t know how, you don’t know why, you find yourself obeying to his command. Now, you usually never listened to what people said or did what people wanted you to do, but Kyungsoo was different. He could make you do anything, he just needed to say it and you would do it.
You’re now in front of him with the most submissive look on your face, even if you didn’t notice. Your whole body language screamed “Do whatever you want to me” to him. And that made him feel powerful, as Kyungsoo loved being in control of things, especially people.
In mere seconds you felt your back roughly hitting his desk, you hiss in pain but you feel your wetness in your panties increase when he starts biting on your neck.
You were almost paralyzed, you knew this was wrong, but you were completely lost in a world of bliss and you didn’t have the intention to come back to reality.
Your hands reach his shirt, starting to unbutton it from where he left, while he leaves a purple stain on your neck. In a minute his shirt is gone and yours too, you’re left in your bra and skirt, leaning on the desk as he tries to catch his breath. He grabs your ass, kissing your lips violently. You don’t even try to fight for dominance, as he bites hard on your lips to part them, his tongue enters your mouth without permission, exploring every inch of it.
He stops and begins leaving butterfly kisses on your jaw, down to your chest with his hands cupping your bra. He takes it off easily, starting to leave kitty-licks on your already woke left nipple, pinching the other one and making you moan his name in pure pleasure.
Your hands are placed on his shoulders while he gives all his attention to your needy breasts, sucking and biting like a hungry baby. Your nipples were over sensitive and your core was dripping wet, you were a mess under his control.

“Look at you, strong girl gone weak, for me.” He whispers, smirking and working on your skirt to take it off, your panties following suit.
He was right, you were weak for him. You couldn’t help but doing everything he wanted to, this is the first time something like this happens to you.
You feel the cold surface on your chest and belly as he turns you around with you facing the desk, he grips at your wrists with one hand, holding them behind your back.
You hear him working with his belt and you hear his skinny jeans slide off easily, you imagine his boxers coming off too. He suddenly smacks your ass, clasping at your butt cheeks and caressing them right after. You feel it burn, but you can feel your clit twitching in ecstasy at the sudden feeling. It all feels too paradisiac to be real.
Without warning you he slams his hard manhood in your boiling meat, making your walls stretch to the impossible, almost feeling like you’re being teared apart. But this never felt so good, you never felt fuller. He slides in your dripping entrance easily and deeply, your name leaves his lips beautifully. He starts moving inside of you, still gripping your wrists, rolling his hips back and forth and making you see stars.

“So fucking tight.” he hisses. You could imagine what your young, inexpert walls were making him feel. Everything was ten times more intense. You could feel his twitching member pulsating and you felt all the veins popping up and grazing your walls perfectly. You could feel his nails dipped in your soft skin, his fingers clasping at your hair and pulling you up, to bite on your earlobe and murmur profanities in your hear. Every little thing he did, even his light kisses on the back of your neck. It all tastes like secret, scandalous, something that must be kept between just the two of you. With every thrust he goes deeper. Touching your sweet spot and making you scream his name.
His pace is fast and rough, the room is filled with the sound of clapping skin and low groans.

“K-kyungsoo, I think I may cum right now.” You whisper with your eyes rolling back for the pleasure.

“Don’t” he orders firmly. You moan out loud in disappointment.
“I said you can’t cum until I tell you to, okay kitty?” he asks, pulling your hair a little, but still not wanting to hurt you. A sound escapes your mouth, indirectly telling him that you understood.

“I didn’t hear you.” he says again, with a deeper and more powerful thrust that hits your g-spot just so perfectly.
Every part of your body is oversensitive, you can feel your walls clench on his member, making him moan quietly. You mumble out an “okay” before focusing on holding your orgasm back, you didn’t want to disagree with Kyungsoo.
A few minutes pass, his tip hitting every right spot to make you feel in heaven. You can see he’s holding it back too, turning your head to look at his handsome features.
His eyes are shut and his plump lips are red from all the bites, his skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat, making him glow in the deem light of the late afternoon. His grip on your wrists is loosened and his thrusts are becoming weaker.

“Please Mr.Do” you plead, you can’t take it anymore. You just want your orgasm to come and wreck your senses, but you need his approval first.

“Cum for me, angel.”
At his words, you let yourself go completely, but still trying to keep quiet as you’re still in school. Your aching abs relieve and you succumb to your climax, murmuring Kyungsoo’s name multiple times.
He helps you ride your orgasm, brushing his tip over your throbbing clit, his semen running down your thighs and legs.
You try to catch your breath as you turn around and find his intense gaze.
“Dress up.” he orders and you move without thinking, quickly and messily putting on your clothes and walking towards the door just to be held by a slightly worried Kyungsoo.

“You’re not going to go and tell someone what we did, right?” he asks, insecurity is written all over his face. Does he actually think you’d do such things?

“Of course I wouldn’t.” You say, trying to make your tone reassuring and calm. You really didn’t need another problem in your life, besides, you want to keep this secret. You are jealous of it. Kyungsoo is your dirty little secret and you’re his: this makes you feel warm inside in some kind of way.
He plants a kiss on your forehead and he lets your hand go.

“Come to my office again tomorrow,I think we still have a lot of things to talk about.” He says with a soft smile appearing on his lips. Funny how he was a completely different person during sex.

“Yeah, I think that too.”
Your smile is glorious, you start walking towards the exit and your eyes widen as you start to remember something…
You forgot about Sehun!


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cinnamon. (jondami)

damian wayne runs away from home quite often. 

jon kent receives a lot of night-time visits.

1.4K+ words.

    Stupid, fools, the entire lot of them. Damian couldn’t believe it. They were all protecting that pathetic excuse for a human. That was the exact opposite of what they stood for, wasn’t it? Defend the innocent, bring justice to the criminals who ran around, acting as if they owned Gotham City. They didn’t. This place belonged to him. Not them

He heard a minuscule beep, and remembered to yank out the comm in his ear, crushing it with the heel of his sneaker. What he couldn’t break, par Oracle’s insistence that they didn’t stop functioning when someone socked you right where the little device was located, he pushed off the building. He had cleared himself of any tracking devices right when he exited the Cave. It was a miracle that he didn’t do the same to the comm, but it received the same treatment as all the others, just at a later time.

He scoffed, the air out of his mouth turning into a billow of cloud with the way the temperature was dropping. Gotham was always chillier at night, even without the threat of winter coming. He was grateful for the cloak that enveloped his frame, keeping him warm, or in a more accurate manner, warmer. It didn’t do much against the cold. 

He had gotten pretty far already, since at least a half of it was by one of his father’s precious bikes. He had crashed it somewhere, not caring in the slightest. He was leaving Gotham, and Wayne Manor was no longer visible, that is, if he actually looked back.

He ran, jumping across the rooftops without hesitance. This was his home…or was it? He shook his head at his thoughts as if trying to get them out. Ridiculous.

Run, run, run, that was all he did. Normally, he would have gotten tired by now but his energy remained considering his adrenaline, left over from the fight that had exploded between him and his father. Along with the breeze nipping at his cheeks, it numbed him. 

If you asked him, he didn’t know where he was running to. But no one did, so he continued his escapade. He found one of his cycles hanging in the alley below him, he was tempted for a moment but knew it contained yet another tracker, so he passed on, forgetting.

His mind was eerily quiet as he exited the city that he protected.

There was the familiar setting of land once he had separated himself enough from the over-populated and ever-polluted Gotham. He scampered up a tree that was still sturdy but soon to show signs of age. 

His gloves cupped at the seam of the window that kept insects from crawling in through the tiny crack that was at the base, ready to open it and slip inside.

What was he doing here? 

He paused at the sudden thought. It had been the first one of those in a while. He couldn’t answer it, however, and so he pushed it to the back of his head to remain for some soul-searching time later on. Eh, probably not, ever.

‘‘-Tt-’‘ The window had been left unlocked. Good for him, but idiotic for the boy inside the bedroom he was technically breaking into. Not that he thought of it that way, of course. This was a…house call. Yes, a house call.

He went inside with a low whoosh, looking around the room he had entered. It wasn’t messy, but it wasn’t necessarily clean either. Just enough so a boy’s mother wouldn’t pester, although there would be a few ill gazes.

‘‘Not tonight.’‘

His focus landing on a shaggy haired teen, who had his face buried in his pillow, his body moving slightly with every breath.

‘‘Hmm, is this a bad time for you? Should I come back on Monday morning then?’‘ Damian replied with a sneer.

Jon groaned, lifting his face up from the pillow, and taking a glance at the shadowed figure standing in the corner of his bedroom. Somehow seeming much more alert than he had been a simple five seconds ago.

Damian removed his gloves and mask, things that seemed pointless here. He clenched and un-clenched his fists multiple times to get the feeling back into them.

‘‘What happened?’‘ The blue eyed boy leaned against the wall behind his bed, patting the spot next to him, although that never worked. This time wasn’t any different it seemed as Damian paced the perimeter of his room, completely ignoring his suggestion.

‘‘They’re imbeciles!’‘ A burst of rage seemed to suddenly explode from Robin, his hands gesturing wildly to emphasize every word that came out of his mouth.

‘‘Are they now, Dami.’‘ Jon said smoothly, knowing the slightest hint of anything could set the other’s anger on him instead. ‘‘Quiet down, alright.’‘

‘‘Yes, yes they are.’‘ Damian huffed. ‘‘I was working with father on a case, and he wanted me to scare one of the men so they’d leave town along with their business. Drop a smoke bomb or something of the like. That was nothing. This man, he, he did unspeakable things toward several animals. He deserved a reckoning and I was that.’‘

Now Jon was a little frightened, that could either mean his partner had roughed said man up a bit, or gone the whole nine yards, death and all.

‘‘What did you do?’‘ His voice came out more stern than he had meant for it to be, and Damian raised an eyebrow.

‘‘What did I do?’‘ The costume clad vigilante laughed, one without any humor, dry and bitter. ‘‘I made him pay for his sins.’‘

Jon opened his mouth to say something but Damian held up a hand to silence him.

‘‘I didn’t kill him, Jon. I wanted to but I didn’t. I came pretty close though and you know how everyone is about that.’‘ The Arabian male seemed sad, if anything, just a hint.

The son of Superman extended his hands up and Damian relented, he looked weakened. Damian sat down in silence and Jon shifted around to give him room to himself, but a tanned hand gripped his wrist. 

‘‘No.’’ A single word uttered.

‘‘No, what?’‘ Jon spoke, confused.

A shake of his head.

Jon sighed, shuffling forward and gently cradling the scarred hands that were gripping him, their hold released but Jon didn’t let go.

‘‘You did good, okay? Understand?’‘ He meant it. He knew how brutal Damian could be and what it meant for him to go against his basic programming.

A hesitant nod.

“Well, I’m proud of you.’‘

Damian gave him a wide-eyed look, one that was rare when it came to the youngest Wayne.

‘‘I’m also extremely tired, and although I enjoy our talks, I need my sleep so can I go to bed?’’ A yawn slipped out of his mouth.

‘‘Yeah, I’ll get going.’‘ Damian was already putting his mask on. Not his physical one. A sort of look that passed over his entire face, making him cold to everyone.

Now it was Jon’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

‘‘Say what now? You’re staying.’‘ 

‘‘But-’‘ Damian began.

‘‘It’s late and mom would kill me if I let you go like this.’‘ He interrupted. ‘‘You know where the PJs are at, grab yourself a pair and get into bed before I change my mind or dad does one of his ‘checkups’.’‘

‘‘–Tt–I’m not gonna fit.’’

‘‘So? When has that ever stopped us before.’‘

Damian rolled his eyes and Jon grinned. That was good. It meant that he was coming back to himself. Superboy laid down on his side facing the wall, listening to the rustling of the multiple layers of Robin’s costume being removed, more rustling. 

Tomorrow, Damian would go back home like he always did. There was no need to discuss that.

After a bit, there was a small dip in the bed from new weight being placed onto it, and he could feel Damian’s warmth pressed up behind him. He promptly turned around, placing his ear right up against the other’s chest, hearing the thump of his heart-beat. It was soothing. A lullaby. It was what he tuned into, all the way across to Gotham, to help him sleep through the night. Damian sighed, but for once it wasn’t in annoyance, but bliss.

‘‘Good night.’‘

‘‘Good night.’‘

He had the vague sense of a arm around him but the comforting darkness was already enveloping him.


 fin.

Impulsive Decisions

“So you want me to just… go for it,” Jason confirmed hesitantly.

Stephanie nodded, tapping her fingers to the beat of the early 2000’s pop song that was currently playing on Jason’s phone. The bass reverberated through the tiled floor where she sat, cross-legged, humming along absentmindedly.

“Yeah. You know in Mulan, how she takes her dad’s sword and chops it all off in one swift movement? And there’s that badass, epic music playing as she dramatically walks through the rain and puts on the armour and you begin to question your sexuality…”

She carried off, distracted as she frowned into the handheld mirror she was using to inspect a fresh bruise on her forehead. She touched it gingerly, mentally applying makeup to the already blossoming petals of blue and yellow and black.  

Jason paused behind her, the scissors poised as he held Stephanie’s long blonde hair in his hand. A devious grin spread across his face.

“Well, gosh. If only there were someone in this family who had an extensive collection of decorative swords that he lovingly cleans and sharpens as part of his bedtime routine,” he drawled.

Stephanie turned around to face him slowly, her eyes widening with glee.

“Damian?” she suggested.

“Damian,” Jason agreed.

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The Park - Tom Holland x Reader imagine

Title: The Park
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: You meet in the park after Tessa escapes and ends up finding you.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warning: None.
A/N: Written for anon - “can you do an imagine where tom (not famous) is with tessa in the park then the reader who was also playing with her dog finds tessa because she had run away from tom”. Inspo came from this video. I’m sorry if this sucks, I’m tired and ill and didn’t get chance to proof read! Credit to gif owner.
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