your skin is a little pale man

“Sorry for not believing in you“

(A/N): I‘ve always wanted to write a soulmate AU, so this is a big deal for my crippling author career. Enjoy x 

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Originally posted by tylerandthejosephs

The air is like frozen lace on your skin, delicate and cold. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. That special cold and pale light, only the winter‘s sun can give, makes everything glow with slippery ice. It‘s the perfect day for staying home but sadly, you had to work today. You‘re seated at the bus stop with both arms crossed over your chest, hugging your body, as if that could provide you with some kind of warmth. 

All of sudden you see a woman getting dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner across the street and as expected, they collide. The man has lost his hat due to the incident, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his hair. Instantly noticing the phenomenon, the lady lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair, that coincidentally has the exact same pigment as his. The next thing that happens is acted out just like in the movies, the lovers jump into each other‘s arms and share a passionate kiss as they pull away. At the same time, the royal blue pieces of hair from each one of them loose their colour and blend into the rest. Eventually, it seems like the scenery has turned out to be the complete opposite of a simple coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle…When will it finally be your turn to find your soulmate?

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Save me (Loki x Reader)

Originally posted by luvn-loki

Word Count: 887

Pairing: Loki x Reader

AN: This is my first loki imagine so I hope you guys like it :) you can read part two part three and part four here

The first time Loki saw you was the day that started it all. He was walking through the city streets with his brother Thor, helping him with a mission on earth. Yes, the god of mischief was willingly helping his brother, there had to have been something in it for him. The brothers were walking in silence beside each other, not sure of what to say as their conversations were rarely civil anymore, but Loki decided to break the awkward silence.

“So brother, how is Lady Jane?”

Thor’s head immediately turned to face his brothers, cheeks bright red from the mention of the love of his life. Before he could actually respond however, a loud screeching of tires could be heard from across the street. Head jolting up, Loki’s eyes caught sight of you walking across the road completely oblivious to the car that was about to hit you. Upon hearing the tire screeching you looked up, frozen in fear ass the car was just centimeters from hitting you.

Something really strange happened that day, something that left Thor gobsmacked and questioning whether or not he truly knew his brother. Some form of heroism deep inside Loki caused him to use his magic to stop the oncoming car, the green aura of his magic floating around the vehicle as it stopped it’s movement. Your eyes widened noticing that someone, most likely a mutant had just saved your life.

Your eyes searched the crowds of people around you and stopped upon noticing a man concentrating with his hand held toward the car. The man was gorgeous to say the least with dark hair that just reached his shoulders and pale skin. He wore a dark green shirt and black jeans that clung to his long legs. You were immediately attracted to this strange boy.

You had to thank this man for saving your life, you had to know who he was. Snapping out of your intense gaze you made you way across the road towards the mysterious stranger who rescued you just moments ago. You notice a man next to him and immediately recognize him as the Avenger Thor making you a little nervous to approach the men, but you had to thank him for his actions. 

Loki, who has now released his magic on the car, notices you approaching and starts to turn around and walk in the other direction, dragging his brother behind him. Noticing him trying to escape you start to speed up your pace, calling out to the man. 

“Hey, please wait up. Please.”

Loki wasn’t sure why but he stopped running away and turned around, letting you catch up to him. You bending over and catching your breath from the short amount of exercise, this is why you didn’t run! Loki’s eyes where taking every inch of you in, noticing your long dark curly hair and the beautiful hazel colour your eyes held. He was taken away by your beauty, never had he met a woman let alone a mortal who had the ability to take his breath away but for some reason you did. 

Thor suddenly cleared his throat, standing up taller as he questioned you. “Is there something troubling you miss?”

You shook your head, becoming shy all of a sudden standing in front of two powerful beings. “That was you, wasn’t it? Who did that, who just saved me?” Your eyes were directly on Loki’s as the words left your mouth.

Clearing his throat and trying to snap himself out of this strange trance he was in, he responded. “Perhaps, what’s it to you mortal?” He came off rude, like the normal Loki but that’s what he was aiming for. He wasn’t going to let himself come off as weak just because of some pretty girl he just met.

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion with his words. “Mortal? What-uh, never mind. What do you mean what’s it to me? You just saved my life, I came to thank you.”

The god seemed uninterested as he crossed his arms. “Whatever.”

Quickly becoming annoyed with the arrogant boy you let your thoughts be heard. “Gosh you don’t have to be rude you know. Didn’t anyone ever teach you any manners?”

Loki seemed shocked by your outburst, not expecting such harsh words to come out of a seemingly shy little girl. Before he could respond Thor stepped into the conversation. “Please excuse my brother, he is terribly ill mannered and hasn’t much experience with people on earth.”

Recognition flashed in your eyes, Thor was Asgardian so if this was his brother he must be too. That’s why he refereed to you as a mere mortal. “Oh you’re Thor right? I’ve seen you on TV with the Avengers. You guys are pretty darn cool.”

Thor seemed happy with you compliment letting out a small chuckle. “Much thanks kind lady, however we really must be off now. It was nice meeting you.”

Laughing at the strange way they talked you waved goodbye to the men. “Um, see ya. Goodbye angsty magic guy who saved my life.” You smirked as Loki scoffed at your words, turning and walking away. What you didn’t see though was the small smile that appeared on his face as he walked away from the most interesting mortal he’s ever met.

Regret - Part 2

Originally posted by teeuai

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2

Genre: angst, fluff, slight smut

Pairing: Johnny x Reader, Taeyong x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find out that your boyfriend has been cheating on you and you leave him. Almost a year later, he realizes that he hasn’t quite gotten over you and he tries to get you back.

After seeing Johnny with another woman, your heart broke into millions of pieces. After you left his apartment, you could hardly breathe. You had never experienced a pain quite like this. Four years of your life had been wasted, loving him. Four years of your life had been wasted, trusting him. Had it all been a lie? Were there times in the past that he’d cheated on you or had it just been with her? How many times? For how long?

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Not the One Part: 3

Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed.

Warnings: ANGST. CUSSING. 

Author’s Note: Thank you all for the love! I just hope y’all will like it.

Originally posted by depressedparalysis

It’s been 6 months since Barnes and Romanoff announced their engagement to the team but it’s been 7 months since they told you privately. It’s been 7 months since you lived in the Avengers tower. It’s been 7 months and you haven’t been the same Y/N everyone knows all to well. You moved out from the tower the day they told you about their stupid fucking engagement and you weren’t the only one who thought it was stupid. The whole team knew your love for the soldier and they congratulated them but they couldn’t help the look of disappointment that was painted on each and every one of their faces. 

You were cleaning your kitchen as Kodaline played in the background. You felt the sting on fresh tears seeping their way threw your waterline. You continued to clean while the tears raced down the sides of your face. 

Broken bottles in the hotel lobby
Seems to me like I’m just scared of never feelin’ it again
I know its crazy to believe in silly things
It’s not that easy I remember it now it takes me back to when it all first started
But I only got myself to blame for it and I accept it now
It’s time to let it all go, go out and start again
It’s not that easy But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started

“Hi I’m Y/N, I’ll be your new partner.” You were too excited to be teamed up with Bucky Barnes that you were literally jumping up and down with excitement. Bucky chuckled at your child-like personality and flashed you a winning smile as he turned around to face you fully. 

“Hi I’m Bucky, it’s nice to me you.” He had a faint pink tint on his cheeks while your whole face looked like a damn tomato. You looked anywhere but him and mumbled a ‘you too.’ 

That was the first time you met Bucky Barnes. 

High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around And in my dreams I meet the ghosts of all the people who’ve come and gone
Memories they seem to show up so quick but they leave you far too soon
Naive I was just staring at the barrel of a gun
I do believe it But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started

”Y/N! WATCH OUT!” You felt something percolate down your right side and then you felt the rush of the pain at once. You crumpled into the dirt landing on your side and you saw feet treading towards your line of vision. They stopped abruptly in front of your face and you looked at the mysterious man with the heavy footsteps. You didn’t see his face but you did see the barrel of a gun pointed directly in between your eyes. You didn’t cry or beg, you braced for it. 

“NO!” Bucky tackled the man a little too harshly due to the pain of the tackle the pain shot your shoulder. With a quick snap of the neck, the enemy was laying lifeless in the dirt. You applied pressure to the wound on your shoulder and your side. 

“Bucky I-” 

“You’re so stupid Y/N! You could have gotten everyone killed!” You kept your mouth shut the rest of the ride back to the tower. 

That was the first time Bucky made you feel worthless. 

High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around
But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started
High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around
[x2]Yeah this world keeps spinning
How this world keeps spinning around

You just received the worst news of your life and you are running away from it. Bucky is getting married to someone who was suppose to be your friend. 

“I’m leaving.” You appeared in the lounge area with your luggage in tow and your eyes hallow. The team paused the movie they were watching for movie night. You decided to tell them together rather than rumors spread or someone be missed. Even Barnes and Romanoff were there. 

“Why?” You scoffed at Steve’s acting and threw him a raised eyebrow to which he returned with a sad shrug accompanied by a tearful smile. 

“I’ll visit.” You smiled to the team as they one by one came and hugged you along with a couple of ‘please don’t go’ and ‘I’ll go with you.” You chuckled at Wanda’s stubbornness to not take no for an answer that she was moving with you. She eventually backed down with some of Visions logical reasoning. The team carried your belongs to the truck as the engaged couple came to talk to you. 

“Y/N.. what happened to you?” Natasha’s comment triggered something in you and you began to sob. 

“Yo-you want to kn-know what happened to m-me? YOU HAPPENED TO ME, BOTH OF YOU!” Your crying began to make your body shake with pain and grief. “You were suppose to be my friend Natasha. I really do hope it’s worth it. I really do hope that you both will fall in love with each other at some point because otherwise the years that I will have to endure without you Bucky, will be wasted.” You sniffled as you finally felt some weight being lifted off your shoulders. You didn’t get a response as you began to walk to the elevators. You looked over your shoulder to find a tear slowly falling down his face and Natasha looking disheveled. 


You blinked a few times as you remembered the memories that will scar you for a lifetime. Wiping the tears from your face, you made your way to the living room. You dropped your body onto the couch and reached for your laptop, thinking Tumblr would help your mood. You just logged in when your phone began to ring and at the sound you groaned rather loudly. When Steve’s name came on the screen you pressed accept. 


“Y/N! It’s Bucky, he’s been shot.. he might no-”

“I”M ON MY WAY!!” You were already in your truck when you hear Steve’s panic voice and you sped in the direction of the tower. Not giving Steve a chance to decline you hung up on the Captain. Your eyes began to leak huge tears as you thought about never being able to even hear his voice or see his smile. 

You made it to the tower in less than five minutes and parked your car in the garage then rushed your way to the medical bay. When you got to the medical bay you saw Bucky standing there looking confused and stunned. Your eyebrows furrowed and you walked in further as you examined his stature. Your hair and eyes slowly became a fiery red as you figured Steve lied to you about Bucky’s life being in danger. 

“He did it to get us to talk.” Bucky noticed your rage and began to think it was best to calm you down before you get a hold of Steve.  You had your back turned to the soldier as you tried to calm down for Bucky’s sake and began to slowly turn around and look at him, really look at him. 

“You look like shit.” Your words ran true and you didn’t hold back either. He looked like he just got back from hell. He’s skin is pale and transparent almost, his once blue eyes are now grey and dead, his hair is greasy and messy, his lips were chapped probably from dehydration, his shoulders are slumped and he looks like he hasn’t slept in months. You wrinkled your nose at the man as you thought how sick he must feel. 

At your comment and first words of choice, Bucky threw his head back and clamped a hand over his stomach due to his belching laugh. Your eyes twinkled a little at his smile and the response he gave you. Subconsciously you took a couple steps forward, you wanted to be around him. 

“You too.” You scoffed at his shortness but you laughed through your nose as you found he was right. You turned to look at your reflection on one of the glass windows. Your hair looked like it suffered a hurricane disaster, your eyes were slumped, your skin was paler than usual, your body was slumped over as though gravity was failing and your eyes were red and swollen. You cringed at your appearance in the reflection and tried to fix your hair. 

You sighed and began to walk towards a chair near Bruce’s desk. Bucky studied your every move and you began to grow nervous under his intense stare. You thought about talking but what would you say? So you decided to snoop through Bruce’s desk and you came a across a rubber band ball. You snickered and threw the ball at a wall to your right and watched it bounce off and land in your hands. 

“We should talk Y/N.” You didn’t look his way as he spoke in a gentle manner.

“Talk then.” You began to grow engrossed with the ball and you were about to catch it when a metal hand beat you to it. You rolled your eyes as you stood up and walked towards a table to sit upon. You pushed yourself on the table and looked at Bucky in a waiting stare.

“The team misses you..Y/N please move back in.” You rolled your eyes and stared in a different direction than the handsome man in front of you. 

“No.” Your voice was blunt and held nothing but emptiness. You glanced his way and saw the irritation in his eyes. He obviously didn’t want to do this but you guess Steve made him do it. You rolled your eyes as irritation began to cloud your calm state. You didn’t want to be here unless it was an emergency. This wasn’t an emergency.  

“And why not?” Bucky was getting annoyed with your stubbornness. You whipped your head in his direction in a millisecond. You glared your stone cold eyes at the foolish man before you. 

“Are you seriously asking me that question?” At this point your anger disappeared and was replaced with hurt. Your voice was laced with desolation as you spoke. 

“COME ON Y/N! GET OVER IT, I CHOSE HER! YOU LOST!” Bucky threw his arms in the air and he almost looked pained to say those words. 

“I DIDN’T LOSE BECAUSE YOU NEVER GAVE ME A CHANCE! HOW CAN I LOSE WHEN I WASN’T GIVEN A CHANCE TO COMPETE?!” You had tears dashing down your face and you had abandon your place on the table and now stood before Bucky. You were only two feet away from him as you screamed at his blindness. Bucky seemed at a loss for words so you continued your rant. 

“How can you say you don’t love me when you don’t know the first thing about me? How can you tell me to get over you? I love you Bucky. Do you know what that means? It means I’m going to pretend to love your music even when I want to blow my brains out when I hear Frank Sinatra playing. It means I’m going to always look for your favorite ice cream at the store and if they don’t have it, I’ll find it somewhere in this crowed city because the look on your face when you see it brightens my day. It means I’ll let you think that you killed more bad guys than me on missions because you look so happy when you win. It means I’m going to take all the mean comments and hateful looks because at least you are talking and looking at me. It means I’m going to let you have the last piece of dessert even if it’s my favorite. It means I will hunt down those bastards that did this to you because when I hear you scream at night, the only way I can go back to bed is to go to a HYDRA base and light them on fire. It means that I could listen to you all day about anything and everything. It means that I want you to be happy everyday even if it’s not me and it’s not. It means I will love you forever.” Your voice was gentle and compassionate as you spoke some of the things you love about Bucky. You held eye contact the entire time you confessed your tender feelings. 

Bucky’s lips parted at your confession and gulped a large bubble of air as he took everything you said in. You sighed as you walked to the entrance and leaned on the door. You didn’t want to be here anymore. 

“Steve I will light you on fire if you do not let me go.” Your voice was calm and neutral and that means you were serious about lighting Steve on fire. The door opened with a ‘sorry’ echoing out of the speakers that were installed around the tower. You glanced back at Bucky and began to walk out of the place you use to call home. 


Y/N glanced my way before she finally left the tower. I stood there completely shocked and confused at her confession. I was deep in thought when Steve and Natasha entered the room. Natasha placed a hand on my shoulder that pulled me out of my thoughts and back into reality. Steve stood before me with a sorrow look on his face. He missed Y/N and so did the whole team. Well maybe not Natasha. Wait.

“Nat did you know Y/N is in love with me?” I took a step away from her touch and her presence. 

“Well I mean, yeah.” She chuckled and tried to take hold of my hand but I pulled it back before her skin came into contact with me.

What?” Steve and I said in unison. I was flabbergasted at her confession. Y/N was her friend. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” She looked bewildered by my harsh tone towards her.

“I wanted you to myself. Plus we are perfect together.” She spoke in a duh manner that made me give her a ‘what the fuck’ look. 

“We are done.” At my words, she began to become fearful. Her face wore a frightened mask and she began to cry fake tears in hopes I would take her back. 

Steve stood beside me the whole time and didn’t say a word as the scene unfolded. He padded me on the back as Natasha finally left with a huff, seeing she wasn’t getting her way. 

“What now?” Steve stood in front of me as he asked about the game plan now. 

“I need time to figure things out.” My voice was small at how foolish I felt but luckily Steve just patted my shoulder and left with a spring in his step. 

I sighed as my feet carried me to my room to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do now. I rubbed my face as I thought about Y/N’s confession to me. I began to get a thought. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you show me all the footage of Y/N we have?” I sat on my couch in my living space that Stark had arranged for all of us. 

“Yes Mr. Barnes.” I hummed as my TV came on and the first thing I see is Y/N. 

I sat back on the couch and made myself comfortable because this was going to take a very long time. 

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Sci-fi AU in which Credence is an android that grew way beyond his programming and Graves is the handler that has grown much too attached to something that was supposed to just be another project.

On the second day of testing, the C prototype of his Obscurus project learned how to mimic human body shapes. It tried on his own face and the face of one of his junior programmers, then settled on something entirely its own. It gave itself a pronounced nose and a strong jaw, large features that stood out even in the cloud of grey.

On the fifth day, the C prototype began to buzz and hum. For an hour, it screamed at pitches so inhumanly brutal that Percival Graves made the call to cut the audio recording himself. That was a mistake. He’ll never know exactly when it was the C prototype learned to speak.

On the sixth day, the C prototype sat on the other side of the triple-sealed polymer glass and said, “Hello, Mr. Graves.”

On the one hundred and seventy second day, President Picquery called him before the board.

“Graves,” she said. “Is what Dr. Barebone says true? Is the C prototype self-replicating?”

“He’s learning,” Percival said. “That’s what he’s programmed to do. His advancement is astounding, as I’ve put in my reports.”

“It,” Mary Lou Barebone said. “The protoype is an it, Mr. Graves, not a he. It is a cloud of nanomachines dangerously close to bringing all our nightmare projections about grey goo to reality.”

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Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Title: Oxygen

Genre: Smut

Characters: Reader (Y/n) / Kim Jongdae

Notes: well, i mean im just gonna say theres some kinky ass shit here ok thanks bye;) ps; he is killing me. he is killing me and im dying. death by kim jongdae

Summary: When Jongdae has a long night with some coworkers, all he wants to do is unwind with a few drinks. But apparently that’s a bit too much to ask for when his girlfriend is just a little too tempting. Maybe she deserves a lesson on how to act around company.

Words: 2,020

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Wow its been so long since ive written batman joker stuff holy shit. inspired by @gayforbatjokes colour au. i need to edit it and might continue it idk…

Jack’s life was perfect, or near enough.

Indeed there were some bad aspects; He was woken by a screaming baby 3 times per night, his wife would be irritable and snappy during the day from the lack of sleep, as would he. He wasn’t too fond of his job either, he’d never imagined himself as a pencil pusher but the arrival of their little ‘Angel’ James had forced him to take the first job he came across.

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This is, most certainly, not where Charles wants to be.

When he agreed to come with Hank on this trip it was supposed to be purely academic in nature- research, conferences, maybe the odd drink in a local bar if appropriate. Charles isn’t opposed to having fun, but being very modest and very English there are certain situations he just doesn’t expect to find himself in.

Like being on a nudist beach, for example.

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I hate you

Request: I’m in for some angst with the reaper. Maybe he discover he had a son with s/o, but his son is already 18-19 and is with overwatch to protect his mother for talon(hearing that talon was hunting down old agents). The angst part? The sone adore so much his mother that he claims to hate his own dad when he is just confused and shit :3



You barely knew your father and quite frankly you didn’t want to really know him. “He can be rotting in a hole for all I care” You’d often said. You remember always asking about your father when you were a child, your mother would always smile but she would never say anything about him. All you remembered was being five years old standing in your kitchen asking mama where papa had gone. It was your nineteenth birthday, a celebration you’d come to hate as much as your father. You put up with it for your mother’s sake, every year she went all out. Cake, candles, presents, everything. But for once, all you wanted was just to spend time with her.

There was a knock at the door, You mother swore under her breath as she answered it. Hand on her hip and a distinct fire in her eyes.

“Caught him smoking in the alley again, Mrs. Reyes.” An officer stated.

You growled and fought his hold.

Your mother grabbed you before you could do anything stupid, “Thank you, officer. Have a good night, I’m sorry about this.”

You wandered into the kitchen and as always it was decorated with birthday decorations. A happy birthday banner hung over the kitchen table, your favorite flavored cake sat elegantly in the center of the table, one pinata hung in each corner.

“I’m a little too old for Pinatas don’t you think mom?” You asked.

“You’re never too old to hit things.” She lightly slapped your cheek. “But you are too young to be out passed curfew smoking, that’s horrible for your health!”

“You never scold Jesse for it and he’s been smoking as long as I’ve been alive.” You snorted and rolled your eyes, tucking your hands into your pockets.

She sighed affectionately and shook her head, “What am I going to do with you?”

You rolled your eyes and as per usual, your mother told you to blow out the candles on your birthday cake and handed you your present.

“Happy birthday baby.” She kissed your forehead.

You glowered at the candles.

“What are you waiting for? Make a wish silly.” Your mother smiled.

You hung your head, “How much longer mom? I’ve had to same wish for the last fourteen years. It’s never going to come true.”

She frowned not having to ask what your wish was. You told her when you were six, you said: “If I wish hard enough papa will come back”. You pulled a picture from your pocket, the only picture of your father in the whole house. Every year you tried to burn it. Every year you tried to get rid of any trace of his existence. An argument erupted between the two of you and your mother tried to snatch the picture back, tears in her eyes. With a growl, you stuffed it into your pocket and ran out into the rain.

    Hours passed and you wandered the streets of Dorado with your hands in your pockets and your hood pulled over your head. You loved her to death but you knew you were hurting her, “He looks so much like him” You’d heard your mom say over the phone one day. With a sigh, you disappeared into your usual alleyway and slid down the wall. You pulled the picture from your pocket and took a good hard look at it.

    Fifteen years ago for your fourth birthday, your mother had talked your father into a family trip to the zoo. The three of you were posed outside the exhibit of your favorite animal, you were perched on the shoulders of a man you couldn’t remember, your mother’s arms tangled around his bicep. They looked happy, their temples pressed together and warm smiles on their faces. Your father had rich mocha skin and a black goatee, his hair blended in with his black beanie. You couldn’t tell in the picture but something told you his eyes were dark brown and that the smile he wore was rare.

A scream shook the vacant streets of Dorado: Your mother was screaming your name at the top of her lungs.

“Shit!” You scrambled out of the alley and charged towards home.

The door had been kicked open and for a moment your hopes sank. You should have known better what were you thinking? You knew Talon was in active search for Overwatch agents. While you had never had the pleasure of joining the legendary agency your mother had been a member. That was where she met your father, you remembered the story as you ran home. “Your father was such a stubborn man.” She had said with a smile. “I was a new recruit and they’d put me on his team, he was a loudmouth and a hot-head but believe me when I say he always looked out for his men”.

“Mom!” You shouted as you charged through the front door.

“Is this where I say, Honey, I’m home?” A raspy voice mocked.

You grabbed the baseball bat meant for the pinatas and walked on cats feet towards the kitchen.

“You wouldn’t shoot me.”

“Get away from me!”

You peaked around the corner, your mother on the floor cornered between a man in black and the counters. She snarled despite the shaking pistol in her hand. You knew the entity that stood in your kitchen - The Reaper. A mercenary of Talon who wielded shotguns, a leather cloak, and a white mask. Horror washed over your mother’s face when he removed his mask. The bat tightened in your hands and you raced forward, the bat struck his head and reduced his form to wisps of ebon smoke. You stood in front of your mother and held the bat ready to strike.

An ear-splitting screech stabbed your ears as the reaper scrapped his steel-clawed gloves against the kitchen floor as his form resolidified. He chuckled and slipped his mask back on before you could see his face. His back straightened and he pulled a pair of shotguns from his cloak, they were aimed right at you.

“This is the man of the house?” He cackled. “You’re just a kid.”

You snarled, “Better than a deserter.”

“Oh, how original, he has daddy issues.” He fingered the trigger. “When does daddy get home kid? I might be courteous and let you all die together.”

“Dunno don’t care.” You twisted the bat in your hands. “I hate him more than I hate you and your terrorist buddies.”

You charged him and swung the bat, your mother screamed as a shotgun blasted. Splits of bat scattered throughout the kitchen and your head slid across the floor, you groaned and tried to move. Blood soaked your shoulder and the Reaper roared, a piece of the bad had embedded itself in his forearm. Black blood splattered the ground as he ripped it from his flesh. The two of you charged body slamming to the floor, you kicked, punched, and rolled.

“Stop it!” Your mother threw herself over you. Her water leaking eyes were on the reaper. “He’s your son! Gabriel, he’s your son!”

That was the first time you heard your mother speak your father’s name in years. The shock hit you just as hard as it did the Reaper, he stood still.

Your mother panted. “H-He’s yours…don’t you remember? We had a little boy, t-then Switzerland happened and y…you never came home.”

“Mom…mom everyone died in Switzerland.” You shook your head. “He can’t be…no it…” You stared at him. “I hate you…I hate you!”

Shotguns clattered to the floor. The Reaper removed his mask and you swore your heart stopped. He was just like the man in the picture from the zoo only older, his cornea black and pupils red. His skin a pale gray color. If it were possible for him to cry you swore the Reaper had tears in his eyes as he sulked towards you. He dropped to his knees and pulled you into a hug you didn’t know you needed.

His hand slapped the back of your head, “My boy.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks as your mother joined in the group hug.

Your birthday wish had finally come true.


Prompt: This is for @amarvelouswritings 700 follower challenge. My song was Lady Antebellum - Just a kiss. The story takes place right after Loki lands on Earth (before he visits Berlin) in Avengers (so he hasn’t caused any damage yet).

Fandom: Marvel - Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4160

Warnings: language, suicide/suicidal thoughts, domestic/spousal abuse (emotional and physical), depression…?

Notes: First Loki fic on here (I doubt it’s as amazing as others I’ve seen). Beta’d by the ever amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes


You ran into the office, winded, stressing about how late you were - 25 minutes, for the–was it the tenth time this month? You winced as every bone and muscle hurt on you, thanks to your asshole husband.

“Y/N,” your boss said as he strolled up to your desk.

“Yes?” You turned instantly to face him. He had always been a rather lenient man for your tardiness and excuses to run home or leave early.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but this is unacceptable. You’re late again. This is the eleventh time this month,” he said, trying to be gentle.

You were getting fired.

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I Am An Alpha Ch 3: I Can Do This, I Think...

“I can’t do this!” I groan as Jin drags me behind him through the forest. We spent most of the night figuring out where the black dragon’s home base is located and finding a quick path back to the camp so we, or I guess I mean they, can run back after. The land near the massive mansion reeks of them, not in a bad way it’s just so over whelming for me. I smell four wolves inside, three are unfamiliar and one is the wolf from yesterday. A small sigh of relief leaves my lips when I know the head alpha is not there, though that is a problem that Jin quickly realizes.

“The head alpha is out,” Jin informs the group, stopping us just behind the last row of trees that separate the forest from their main property.  There is a green house on one side of the mansion, I can smell flowers and fruits and vegetables. Even with the massive windows on the back of the house I can’t see a single person inside but I know they are here. “They know we’re here.”

“How can you tell?” Tae stares into the house with so much focus I feel like his eyes are going to pop out of his head.

“They are coming out,” Jin nods in the direction of the green house. Four figures step out and scan the forest line. Jin quickly tucks me behind him.

“Come out, come out where ever you are,” One sing songs. His voice sounds so warm and alluring I almost feel tempted to obey but Jin’s firm grip on my arm keeps me low.

Another sighs, already bored with the situation, “We know you are out there, don’t make us come look for you.”

“So many trespassers in two day? I wonder if they are with that mutt we cut up last night,” One chuckles in a deep voice.

My heart shatters at those words, “Cut up?” I echo.

“What a pretty voice,” The first voice purrs.

Another hums in agreement, “I wonder what pretty little creature it came from.”

“Should we go find out?”

The annoyed one voices his opinion, “I think we should just slaughter them now before the hyungs come back.”

“If you insist.”

“Wait,” Namjoon sighs as he stands up from cover. “No need to bring out your claws.”

“You are trespassing on our territory, that gives us permission to slit your throats without question. Lucky for you though, I’m feeling friendly today, now tell us what you are doing here.” The first voice demands.

“The rest of you stand too, I want to know who had the pretty voice,” The other commands. Jin pulls me up with him, still blocking me from view. The others join us, Joon is standing at point, Jin and Yoongi are flanking him with the other three standing at the back.

Namjoon bows as he introduces himself, “I am Kim Namjoon, we came looking for our pup, you caught him yesterday. We are sorry for being on your territory, we didn’t realize who you were until after. So if you could just give us back our pup we will be on our way.”

“Why would we just hand him over? We have a nice new chew toy.”

“We have something that you want more,” He offers.

One chuckles, “What do you have that we would want?”

“Your mate.”

There is a brief moment of silence before a chorus of growls come from the four alphas, “Mate.” I cling to Jin’s jacket, both out of fear and excitement. There is a silent fight for dominance as both my pack and my mates release their alpha pheromones. My omega instincts are screaming at me to drop to my knees and bare my neck, to submit just to get this to stop. I hold on to Jin tighter as my knees begin to loose their ability to hold me up. Jin, who is masking my scent, notices my suddenly trembling hands.

“Where is she? Do you have her with you? Where the fuck is she?” The first demands impatiently.

“We want our pup first, but since neither your head alpha, or your second in command, aren’t here we are going to have to come back later.”

“There is no way in hell we are letting you leave without handing over our mate.”

“We aren’t holding her back, she’s here for the pup as well,” Jin tells them, slipping a hand behind his back he offers it to me for stability and comfort. I accept it and let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. “Please reel your pheromones in though, you are scaring her.”

“Why can’t we smell her?” The first whines almost desperately.

“I’m masking her scent with mine.”

“Stop it,” Another snaps.

“It makes her feel safe, so no.”

One growls, “We would never hurt her.”

Jin scoffs, “Your head alpha almost killed her thirty years ago. You,” Jin raises his free hand to gesture to one of them, “you almost attacked her yesterday.”


“Yes, you. But you missed her and attacked our pup instead.”

“Can we at least see her?”

“I don’t know,” Jin hums, “It’s all up to her. Do you want to see them Insoo-ya?”

I gulp, “As long as they don’t freak out or anything.”

“Wait,” Joon stops me, “Maybe it’s better if they don’t see you yet. I will be harder for both parties when we have to leave.”

“Where the hell do you think you’ll be going with our mate?” Someone barks, again I find myself under a massive amount of pressure. I hold Jin’s hand tighter.

“Control your anger!” Jin snaps back.

Namjoon gives his second in command a stern look before turning around to face the four men, “We aren’t running away, we are just waiting until your alpha comes back. I figure we should leave since none of you seem to be able to control your emotions which means Insoo is struggling to even breath with so much alpha pheromone in the air.”

“We will call him, just don’t leave.”

“Will you at least go inside or something?” Yoongi suggests, “None of us are enjoying the hostile atmosphere and at this point you are going to give her panic attack.”

The four men are silent for a moment before one speaks for all of them, “As long as we have your word not to run.”

“We came to you for our pup, we aren’t leaving without him.” Joon tells them.

“Does that mean we can see her? Since you won’t be leaving now?” One says hopefully.

“Insoo?” Jin wonders.

“I really want to peek,” I admit meekly. My pack is watching me intently, this isn’t my normal personality, I’ve always been strong and brave, not like this. I take a deep breath and take a shaky step to the side to look around Jin. The four men are standing a few yards away from the forest, watching with an intense stare. Three are really tall, about Namjoon’s height or a little taller. The other is short but only by a few inches, he’s absolutely beautiful, I mean they all are, but he is strikingly so. I’m surprised to see faded pink hair and darkly outlined eyes but they fit him so well, it makes him appear other worldly.

The tallest of the group is to his right, this one has tan skin and bags under his eyes. He doesn’t make me think of a wolf, maybe a cat or possibly a bird. Next to him is slightly shorter with a scary looking face. I find myself actually taking a step back when our eyes lock. He is the one from the forest, I can feel his familiar scent calling to me, drawing me in again. His hair is a light blond, beautiful pale skin stands out against the two tan men standing on either side of him. The other tan boy on his right has soft features compared to the other but he looks just as dangerous. Jin has to hold my hand to keep me form taking another step back.

“So beautiful,” The pink haired man purrs taking a step closer.

“Hello little wolf,” The next one coos. The other two just continue to stare. “What is your name?”

“Insoo,” I say softly.

He smiles, “So pretty, I’m Tao, this is our hyung Baekhyun. These two are our youngest pack members, Sehun and Jongin.”

I gulp, “Hello.”

Their eyes turn a brilliant gold.

“Hyung,” The youngest, Sehun, says with a cold voice.

“Sehun,” Baekhyun says with a obviously forced calm voice. “We have to wait for Kris hyung to get home, you should go call him.”


“But nothing,” The eldest says sternly, “go.”

With that the boy nods and turns to leave, not before giving me one last glance. Even his stare seems so cold, I wonder what I could have done to earn such a frightening look. “Sorry about him, he’s still so young but you can understand that. This pup of yours, he’s younger than our Sehun, he must be quiet a handful.”

Joon shakes his head, “He’s pretty well behaved. We were pretty strict since that is how we were raised but he never really caused any problems.”

“Um,” I open my mouth to ask a question but quickly close it when all eyes switch to me.

“Go ahead little wolf,” Baekhyun urges with a sweet smile that reminds me vaguely of Tae’s.

I take a deep breath to calm my pounding heart, “You didn’t hurt him did you? You didn’t cut up my little pup, did you?”

“Your pup?” Jongin finally speaks, his is like ice as he glares daggers as Jin.

“He is not really her pup,” Namjoon clarifies, “She raised him since he was a child so she considers herself his mother.”

“How long have you all been together?” Tao wonders.

“Over one hundred years for most of us. Insoo has been with us for about 109, the three younger than her about 70 to 50. Jungkook was the one she took responsibility for.”

Baekhyun’s brow furrows, “109 years? How have we not found you?”

“We wandered frequently with a larger pack for most of that time,” Jin explains simply.

“You said something about our leader attacking her, when did that happen?”

“It was thirty years ago, he tackled her and almost ripped open her throat.”

“Excuse me,” I call their attention hesitantly.

“Yes my little wolf?” Baekhyun gives me a kind smile.

“Our pup, Jungkook, is he okay? Could I see him?”

The three men share a look but Baekhyun’s smile doesn’t falter, “If you want to come in, of course you can. But because of certain  rules I’m not going to bring him out yet.”

“How is he?”

“He’s fine,” Jongin answers shortly.

“How about you?” Tao asks, “Are you okay? Are you hungry or cold? Would you like to come in and warm up?”

I tuck myself against Jin’s side, “I’m fine thank you. I’ll just stay out here with my pack.” I watch as most of the warmth in his eyes fades to a obvious distaste for me actions. His hands clench to fists at his side and his jaw is clenched.

“As you wish, we will be inside if you need anything,” Baekhyun nods curtly and begins pulling the stubborn younger boys inside with him. As soon as they are gone I drop to my knees, ignoring the cold seeping into my jeans. Even though I already miss my mates and yearn for them to come back out and just take me in their arms I’m happy I can finally breath. Just them staring is enough to take the air out of my lungs.

“They looked pissed,” Taehyung stresses. The younger wolf joins me on the ground, letting out an exhausted breath of his own. “You have some strong mates, and that’s only four of them.”

“Of course they are pissed,” Jin snaps as he also collapses. “Their mate is clinging to another wolf, jealousy with wolves is a scary thing. I’m surprised the tan one didn’t rip my head off.”

“How many are there?” Yoongi wonders, not taking his eyes off the house.

“I’m not sure, their numbers have never really been discussed since many don’t live to see them all but I know there is about six or seven,” Namjoon answers.

“Do you think all of them are my mates?”

Namjoon nods, “I believe so. They all seem to have the belief that they will have the same mate.”

“They probably smelled you on Jungkook like the youngest one,” Hoseok figures.

“Are you okay Hyung?” Tae checks on me, placing a warm hand on my back.

I sigh and run my fingers threw my hair, “I feel so tired. It has been awhile since I had so many powerful alphas around me, I’m not used to it anymore.”

“Well you better get used to it because there is no way in hell we are getting out of here with both you and Jungkook,” Hoseok gives me a sad smile.

“I know,” I return the smile briefly before suddenly tackling the male.

“Fuck,” The older boy curses as we roll in the snow, wrestling for dominace, “What are you doing?”

I can’t hold in my giggles as I’m able to get on top and pin him down, “I’m enjoying my last bit of freedom with you guys.” The others stare at our fight for a brief moment, letting my words sink in before sharing a look. Soon they are joining in on our fight.

“Dog pile on Insoo hyung!” Jimin declares. Suddenly I’m on bottom with six heavy wolves on top of me. There are laughs and curses as everyone is scrambling to be king of the pile. I push, punch, and kick my way through, doing my best to not seriously injure anyone, but in a fight like this, anything can happen. With lady luck on my side I’m able to concur my pack to reach the top.

“King of the hill!” I yell happily.

This is it. My last few hours of freedom before I have to commit to seven mates and leave my crazy world and past behind. I will no long be a alpha, or a hyung, or a boy. I will be a pretty little omega like I was always meant to be, like I always wanted to be when I was slaughtering villages. But now that I have the possibility in front of me, I don’t know if I want it.

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Fic prompt: Graves is found alive and returns to work. He has to deal with everyone's guilt and his own quiet hurt. One day he's in his office feeling absolutely terrible when this tiny, big eyes baby Mooncalf is suddenly there demanding to be cuddled. Percival obliges and finds himself smiling and feeling happy for the first time in months. He's still holding the baby Mooncalf when he finally meets Newt, and it is love at first sight for them both.

I love Percy with the creatures! This was fun to write (:

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Happiness is a Warm Gun

Joker x Reader

Prompt: Hey, I just wanted to say I ABSOLUTLY ADORE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a piece were Puddin captures the reader and gets her to strip for him? Very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut.

{A/N} I had fun with this, honestly, thank you haha. More of your requests are coming! Thank you for being patient, I’m doing them in the order I receive them!
xo Harley

Masterlist | Requests

Warnings: Some violence/abuse, cursing, very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut. Also gun play, sorta, so theres that.

The rain seemed to spill from buckets onto the windows of your small apartment. A {F/B} LP spins on your record player as it clashes with the sounds outside. A warm cup of tea keeps your left hand occupied as your right one holds the novel Lolita. As gloomy as the day was, you enjoyed this every time the rain fell, and took solace in the company of your favorite band, a book, a cup of tea and your cat.

Your life was never very eventful, and you have no set direction or calling, but you always valued the little things in life. After all, it’s the little things that add up to the grand scheme of things, and you take solace in it. Reading and tea is good enough for you, and you knew that much about yourself. 

You’re not the girl who goes out and parties, or subdues herself with violent or dangerous vices. After seeing how old friends turned out from just that, you were okay with your vanilla habits. 

 You take a sip from your {F/T} tea and run your hand along your cats tail as {he/she} hops off of the plush bench in the alcove and runs into the other room. Strange.. you think, putting your tea down and setting the open book on the cushion before you get up and walk to your room to grab a cat toy to entertain {her/him}. As you push the door open further, your eyes land on a man standing in front of your large, full length mirror, checking himself out, startling you to say the least as your eyes pop open and your hand grips onto the door. 

“This jacket, it’s new. But I think it really looks good on a guy.. What do you think?” He says, keeping his eyes on his own reflection. 

You’re unsure if he can see you in the mirror, but your eyes stay glued to his shoes, almost burning holes into them as your mind hastily runs through files of information that you may have come across in your years that could possibly help you in a situation like this. Your first thought is to quickly run back into the kitchen and grab a knife, but what if he’s got a gun? 

Trying to quietly swallow hard, your eyes move upwards. He’s slender, built and so, very cocky. His stance is that of a man who knows exactly what he’s worth and who he is, and something about it is almost attractive as you carry on, now more curious, to his face in the mirror. He was pale, and the dark purple trench coat only brought out the green in his hair. His face has tattoos and his icy gaze could mesmerize you without question. Quickly and completely by accident, your eyes now catch each other’s in the mirror, and the smile that slides across his face is nothing short of devilish.

A mixture of emotions course through your tense body as he turns slowly, a mock frown turning on his lips. 

“Don’t be scared, sweetie pie, daddy just wants to play with you a little..”

“Daddy?” You ask. 

It wasn’t really in your repertoire to call someone daddy. You haven’t been quite a sexual person with anyone else, and it wasn’t that you haven’t had experience, you just weren’t sure you ever found someone who really made your heart jump from your chest enough. 

“Oh,” a long laugh emits from his ruby red stained lips, and you can make out every “ha ha” as he does so. “I’m gonna teach you a few things, baby doll.”

Your shoulders slide back, and you turn your cheek slightly. Now would be the time to grab a knife, you think. But something in you pulls at the thought of him. Pulls at the thought of calling him daddy. You’re unsure of the feeling between your thighs as he slowly turns around to face you now, revealing his bare torso riddled with tattoos. 

“Joker..” you read out loud, still rather quietly as your eyes fixate on the lettering above his naval. 

“That’s my name, doll, don’t wear it out,” he says, his voice gravely as takes a step in your direction. “And you, {Y/N}, are one sizzlin’ lady." 

His eyes fall on your exposed shoulder from the oversized sweater you had on before he walks towards your closet, shaking his head. 

I want you to show it off for me…“ 

 Still in shock, you’re watching as he starts thumbing through hangers in your closet, completely making himself at home. How does he know my name? I’ve never seen him before in my life but… Your mind recalls the television broadcasts and news articles about him. They all seem to run through your head like an old film reel and your heart begins to quicken all over again. 

"You’re gonna kill me.” You say, your voice hollow. 

The words seemed to slow down the world, and you could only think of your cat who’d miss you terribly. 

“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya… I’m gonna hurt ya, and you might like it.” He says, yanking a little {F/C} dress from a hanger, breaking it in the process. “Put this on.” He says, throwing it at you. 

You instinctively catch the dress in your hands, flustered and confused. 


You move to the bathroom, removing your clothes and slipping into the dress. Even you couldn’t help but like what you saw when you looked in the mirror, but you’d only bought that dress on impulse, and you remembered that as you pulled off the tag. 

You emerge from the bathroom, and he coincidently chucks the pair of black heels you bought to pair with the dress. 

"Be a good little girl, put on your shoes, and lets go." 

You begin to panic now, afraid of going anywhere. 

"I’m not going anywhere with you!” You say, throwing your shoes back at him. “Go away!" 

 The trembling starts in your fingers and makes its way to the rest of your body as his cold stare meets your terrified one. In what feels like only seconds, he pulls a sash from his pocket, grabs your wrists and ties them together. Trying to fight him was the only thing you could think to do, but as soon as he let go, the bones in your wrists were pressing together, and the sash was digging into your flesh, feeling like it could cut off your circulation. 

“Fucker!” You manage to say as he pushes you onto the floor, taking your shoes and angrily putting them on for you.

“If you don’t wanna take the easy route, kitten, I have no problems with it,” he spits as he finished putting your shoes on, yanking you back up by your arm and dragging you through your apartment and out of the door. You whimper, wondering if you should take the chance in the empty street and call for help. You were on the bottom floor, and your door lead right outside, surely someone would hear you.

“Help! Somebody! Please, help m-”

Before you know it, you’re slammed against the wall, and theres a stinging on your cheek. Blinking a few times, your slowly turn your head back to face him. The hues of blue in his eyes up close look almost clear as you try to compose yourself. His expression is stern, and you feel compelled to listen to him now, and the feeling between your thighs is back, stronger now.

“What did I say about being a good little girl for daddy? I don’t want to ruin that pretty little face before I get to devour that, hot little body..”

His hand slides to the inside of your thigh, running his fingers up and down slowly, and you can almost see his expression change in just the least as he teases himself with the warmth of your skin in such a place. Your chest rises as falls, and as horrified as you were at the thought of something so gruesome, some, strange man kidnapping you and attempting at having you the way he wants, you couldn’t help but be aroused.

A jagged laugh leaves his lips as his eyes fall on your chest, noticing your erect, pierced nipples under the thin fabric of your dress. 

“Oh, you are a little freak, too. That’s okay… Just, like, me.”

Your piercings were a small show of rebellion for yourself. Just because you don’t do drugs or party every night, doesn’t mean you can’t do things that seem taboo to other people in other ways. 

He peels you off of the wall and pulls you to his purple Lamborghini, which stood out at your building to begin with. You wondered for a moment how you didn’t hear it earlier, once he threw you inside and turned on the car himself. The music was loud, thudding through the entire area, and he steps on the gas and speeds off, while you inwardly panic, planning an escape as soon as you get to where every you’re going.

“Hey honey, I gotta ask a big favor,” his voice roars, cocky and thick with a smile above the engines own roar and the musics loudness. “Maybe I’m wrong, but does this smell like chloroform to you?” 

He holds a rag to your nose and mouth, and you begin to scream, trying to wriggle away from it. The last thing you hear is his laughter as everything goes black and quiet around you. Oh his laughter.. When he pulled his little joke on you, it sounded like he was the happiest man on earth. 

Everything is hazy, blurry and fading either in or out- you can’t tell- as your eyes blink. The light around you is dim, and you try to move away, panic setting in slowly again as you come to. As you struggle to open your eyes more, praying it was all a bad dream, you see a blurry figure, sitting on a couch in front of you. The figure has green hair, no shirt, and pale skin. You want to cry, scream for help, but you’re too weak. 

Little by little, adrenaline kicks in, causing you to wake up more.

“Look at that mascara, running down those cheeks for me. God, you’re so pretty..” 

“I’m not doing anything for you!” You cry out, noticing you’re in the VIP area of a club as you scream over the music. You knew you were done for now, everyone was drunk, no one cared or paid any attention. No one would help.

“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he says, bringing his tattooed hand over his mouth as he watches you struggle to sit up. 

You notice the grin tattooed on his hand and you can’t help but be curious about it for only a second as you stare back at him once you’ve finally managed to sit up.

“What to do with you, my doll.. What to do..”

You stay quiet. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Surely not in a public place would he do something drastic to you. 

“Hey boss, we have a-”

“Shut up and get out,” Joker replies to his goon, pulling a gun and aiming it at him. You squeak and jump at the sight of the gun, tears welling up in your eyes again as the man holds his hands up and leaves. 

Fuck. He owns the place.

“Get up,” he tell you, pointing the gun at you now. 

This is it. I’m fish food when he’s done. 

You stand up, trembling just slightly again as you try to gain balance after being drugged and scared in your high heels. He stands up now, and steps closer to you. Your eyes stay on whats going on on the other side of the beaded curtain that separates you from the rest of the club. Trying to find an escape, if only in your mind, you concentrate on the people, the music, everything but what’s happening to you.

Suddenly, you feel your hands fall apart and your wrists gaining more feeling. Your initial thought is to run, but knowing (or thinking) that you can get away, you stay put. His hand reaches out for your face, trailing it to your {H/C} hair, and sliding his fingers through it. His fingertips graze the back of your neck, and your skin crawls. There’s that feeling again.

His hand continues to slide down your back, cupping your ass just slightly as he slides it back up, quickly bringing the gun to your back with his other hand as he whispers in your ear, his voice sultry and dark.

Strip for me..”

The gun on your back leaves as he slides it around to your side and walks back to the couch. Sitting down, Joker leans back into the plush leather, gun in one hand as he gestures towards you to start.

“Do not, keep daddy waiting.”

The gun in his hand was terrifying and yet sexy, and you exhale as you bring your hands back to your own body, sliding your fingers along your hips. You’ve never stripped for anyone before, and this was not your ideal first time.. But catching sight of the arousal in his pants already may have changed your mind as you slide your fingers up to the straps of your dress. Your body begins to sway softly to the music thudding in the club as your slide the straps off of your shoulders one by one, letting your fingers caress every curve and divot of your figure again.

Wanting to tease him, your hands go for the bottom of your short dress as you turn around, sliding it up slowly to expose your {B/T} thighs more. You roll your head back, your {H/L} hair falling over your shoulders as you spread your legs just a bit more, exposing one cheek and cupping your own ass before bending over to show it all to him. You catch him shifting in his seat, leaning forward on his knees now as you roll your body back up slowly, turning around to face him again and lifting your dress slowly as you walk closer towards him, standing between his legs now.

You were already wet at the mere fact that you were doing this for him, especially in a sea of people, and his eyes were still only on you. His hands reach out and grip into your thighs as you slide your dress up further, exposing your glistening essence to him. He leans in and kisses your thigh, tingling every bit of skin his lips grace. You push him back slightly, sudden confidence coursing through you, and he lifts a brow, his expression almost screaming ‘oh really now?’ 

A smile slides across his features as your hands slide back up, your fingers sliding between your breasts. Your hands glide over the fabric again before they cut your breasts. You let your fingers run over your nipples as you bite your lip, pulling on one of them. A soft groan escapes you as you find yourself doing this more for you at the moment, and he’s salivating just watching. His hands move along your legs as you pull at the top of your dress now, just barely exposing your nipples him. The look in his eyes is almost pained as you stop. A smirk slides across your features as you make eye contact with him now. 

“That’s my good girl.. I knew you had it in ya..”

Your hair is a mess, your skin is almost damp from the heat of the room and of the moment, and you giggle just slightly through lowered eyelids as you slide the rest of your dress down slowly. Bringing it over your hips, you let it fall around your heels. 

“Do I get to have you in me, daddy?” You ask, a big grin on your face now as you look at him. It almost feels like something in you snapped, and you just want to act on instinct. 

“Oh baby doll..” he groans, unbuttoning his pants and leaning in to kiss your thighs. You could tell he was proud of you and something in that gave you butterflies. His kisses led from your thigh up to your hip, his mouth trailing only inches away from your folds. He breathes against you before delving in, his tongue sliding along your slit. You moan, a hand playing with his green hair as the other pulls on your nipple. His tongue darts over your clit over and over and you almost laugh at the pleasure coursing through you.

He pulls back, grabbing your shoulders and turning your around, bending you over the table in front of the couch. He takes a long, clean cloth napkin and wrings it up, slapping your ass with it before pulling it back over your mouth and gagging you as your hands grip onto the table. His hand drags over the napkin and trails back to your hair, gripping into it and yanking it back. He grabs his gun with the other hand and glides the the end of the barrel over your back, the cold metal giving you chills. 

You can feel it sliding over your ass, stopping as he holds it at your sweet spot. 

“Happiness is a warm gun, ain’t it?” He growls, sliding it up and down your core again as you moan under the gag. You hang your head before he pulls it back by your hair. Instinctively, you move your hips to press further into his gun, letting it glide against your wetness now as he slips it between your folds further.

“Ask daddy nicely, and maybe I’ll give you want you want..” He coos, still gliding the gun agonizingly slow along your core.

Please beg through the makeshift gag. In a rush, you feel his torso on your back and see the gun next to your face. He couldn’t wait any longer, torturing himself at the sight of you like this for him. What he had only seen around town as a sweet, innocent girl, being so dirty, so naughty just for him. His game was corruption, and everyone knew it. He uses a few fingers to pull the gag down from your mouth as he pushes himself into your core, sending a wave of pleasure from your essence to your head and your toes. A loud moan leaves you as he grunts, sliding in and out of your wetness.

“Lemme hear you moan for daddy, huh kitten?”

Almost on cue, you moan for him, unable to take the heat between your thighs now as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. He presses his wet gun against your lips, leaning down further to watch as you take the now warm gun into your mouth, sucking on it as he continues to throw you both into ecstasy. 

A loud, satisfied hoot leaves him as he continues to push into you, growing sloppier by the second. You can hear him laugh as he bites into your shoulder, trailing down your back with bruises until he stands up straight.


“More, daddy..” you beg with a grin as his hand makes contact with your ass again and again. His hands reach for your hips and he pulls you back into him roughly as he reaches his climax, the feeling only guiding you into yours. 

One more slap stings your ass as he pulls out of you, a sort of “job well done” one this time as you pant, leaning down further on the table and loosening your grip on the edge. He squeezes your ass before turning around, buttoning his pants again and sliding a hand back through his emerald hair. The dress lands next to you as he tosses it back, looking around the room back on his guard as he wards off any stares that they may have attracted with his own icy glare as you stand back up, sliding into your {F/C} dress again. You smooth it out, and attempt to smooth out your hair while you turn back to him, half sitting on the table as you kick a leg up, leaning back on your arms and biting your lip.

“You’re gonna do just nicely at my side..” he says as he turns around, admiring a bruise already surfacing on your clavicle. 

Wedding Bells

Let me start off this plea for help with that I don’t deserve it. What’s going to happen to me soon I absolutely asked for, but god, someone please save me.

I’m a perv. I hack into girl’s computers and watch them in their houses from their webcams, or even better, their rooms. Catch them doing yoga, undressing, it’s truly my lucky day when I can catch them masturbating. Once I even caught this lesbian couple, but they didn’t do anything fun- just tickled each other and planned their honeymoon. So. Boring.

It’s a victimless crime. I get my rocks off or enjoy your conversations, and the people never even know I was there.

But I peaked into the wrong cam.

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(Requested by Anon)

You looked around the clearing with a frown. A strange sensation had been calling you towards the field. You were meant to be here, but you had no idea why. At least it’s pretty I suppose. I’ll just wait here for whatever is supposed to come. You sighed and sat with your legs crossed, gently running your fingertips over the torn petal of a bluebell flower. The tear healed almost instantly as your finger traced across it.

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thank you for the request, dear!! i love this idea and enjoyed writing it, i hope you like it too!! ~admin o

               There were a couple of nice benefits to you and Taekwoon having birthdays so close together- one the day right after the other, in fact. The two of you always got to spend lots of time together on those days, usually having two romantic, celebratory dates in a row. However, this year, you were a little sad. Taek had work to do and wouldn’t be home until late- too late to go out and do something, and least for you and his tastes.

                 But as you were moping around alone at home, a little lightbulb came on over your head.

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retrograde | 2

Originally posted by jengkook

◇ “Anything to help one of my own. Dark times we live in, now.”

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fantasy!au

1 | 3


“I’m telling you, Tae,” you sighed, holding your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you attempted to shove your books into your bag, while calming your best friend down at the same time. “I’m fine-

“Why didn’t you call me yesterday? You always call me after work so that you can walk home without scaring yourself silly. And it was storming last night. Do you know how worried I was-?”

You felt yourself get irritated at the amount of questions and accusations flying out of Taehyung’s mouth at a mile per second. You couldn’t remember what happened yourself, and you were frustrated with trying to remember even an inkling of what happened last night. Taehyung scolding your ear off wasn’t helping at all.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, clenching your jaw, shutting your eyes, trying to steady your breathing and calm yourself down. “I’m fine. If you’re so worried about me, you can see me after class. Bye.”

You hung up on him before he could protest, and threw your phone in your bag. You scoffed at the thought of Taehyung, who was probably cursing you from across the town. At the same time, you knew he was only worried about you.

Taehyung had been your friend for a while. From when you were about 9 or 10, you think. He had moved into your hometown and had been in your class - and he couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Soon enough, you grew fond of the boy - no matter how annoyingly clingy and over-protective he could be.

Checking your reflection in the mirror once more, you internally winced at your appearance. Since yesterday, the bags under your eyes refused to leave - your skin looked dull and your hair was frizzy and the completely wrong shape. You could only blame it on the strange events that had happened last night.

As if compelled by that thought, your eyes veer towards the golden chain that dangled from your wrist. You had no idea why you hadn’t taken it off - but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. No matter how hard you tried, it was almost as if something was telling you to leave the bracelet alone.

And that frightened you more than anything.


After your classes had finished, as planned, you waited at the bus stop to visit Taehyung. The weather was chilly, and even at 3 o’clock, you could see the sky beginning to darken. The thought of the sky eventually turning from it’s beautiful icy blue into a dark, inky void made you shiver. If anything, you were more scared of the darkness than ever - it only reminded you of yesterday night.

A part of you wanted to completely forget about reassuring Taehyung of your wellbeing and just going home, especially as your mind started to wander…

You looked to the trees that were on the other side of the suspiciously empty road. They led into the park that was usually teeming with joggers or dog-walkers - though now, with winter taking it’s toll on the enviroment, their leaves were ripped from their branches, and they looked daunting and intimidating. 

You frowned, turning away from the trees. They gave you a strange feeling - a kind of heaviness, weighing down on your figure, almost as if they were watching you, or someone was watching you from the trees. Almost as if… as if you could feel their stares digging into your skin.

You shook your head. A laugh wells up im your chest, and you scoff flusteredly at yourself. You shouldn’t be thinking that everything was somehow strange and connected to that man. You used this bus stop almost every day, for God’s sake! And trees? Watching you? I’m going insane. Maybe seeing Taehyung was for the better, actually.

The low rumbling of the bus’s engine snapped you out of your deleterious reverie, and in your strange daze you stand up too quickly for your body to process, because your head starts to spin. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself by holding onto a small tree that was planted beside the bus stop.

Realizing that the bus was quickly approaching, you fumbled through your bag for your bus pass. Crap. The little green card was nowhere to be found, even after you had rifled through your purse and every single pocket in your bag. You cursed. Walking to Taehyung’s apartment would take at least 30 minutes - but by bus, the journey was only 10 minutes long. And it would be almost completely dark by time you got to Taehyung’s if you walked, too.

“Are you getting on, miss?” Your head shot up to see the bus driver looking at you expectantly. You blanched, gulping, anxiety pulsing in your chest with every passing second. Maybe you could just ask him to let you on free, just this once? He knew you, even a tiny bit, from getting the bus so often.

“Um, I don’t - I don’t have my-”

“She’s getting on,” a voice from behind you sighed. Startled, your head snaps towards the source of the voice, coming face to face with a rather short man. You hadn’t heard him come up behind you, and your heart pounds as you meet his gaze - it feels too intimate, almost as if he was able to figure out everything about you by meeting your eyes. He wasn’t shorter than you - but he was only taller than you by a couple of centimetres. His hair was midnight black, and it stood out against his pale skin and dark, tired eyes.

You watch, gaping yet glowing with gratitude, as the man slips passed you and touches his own bus pass to the little machine that was beside the bus driver, and listen as a small beep signified that the fare had been payed.

After a moment of realizing that you were still standing outside, looking on with an open mouth, you gathered yourself and stepped onto the surprisingly almost empty bus. You turned to the man who had paid for you.

“Thank you, really. I don’t know how I can repay you-”

“It’s okay,” he interrupted, pulling out a small cassette and a pair of earphones. Your stomach drops as you see his eyes drop down to the bracelet on your wrist, and you instinctively cover your wrist with your other hand - “Anything to help one of my own. Dark times we live in, now.”

And then he was walking down the aisle of the bus to the very back, leaving you gobsmacked. You gaze at the bracelet on your wrist, and a cold chill sets over your body. Your limbs suddenly feel very weak with anxiety and you gulp, peering around at the empty seats.

You shivered, despite the heat inside the bus, and opted to sit at the very front, near the doors. With a shaky sigh, you lean your head against the frosty windows, glaring at the golden jewellery around your wrist.

Just what had you gotten yourself into?


You almost missed your stop because you were so deep in thought. Between being terrified of the strange man at the back of the bus - who you could feel staring at you - and thinking deeply about what happened in the book store, it surprised you that you had managed to remember that you actually had to get off.

With shaky legs, you adjusted your bag on your shoulders and stood up, gripping onto the cold metal rails to steady yourself. You could feel the man from before staring holes into your back, but you refused to turn around. You strode out of the bus as soon as the bus stopped, only turning to tell the bus driver ‘thanks’.

You could still feel him staring at you as you walked passed the numerous flower beds and trees that surrounded the apartments looming above you. Taehyung’s apartment complex was probably one of the nicest in the city - it was full of old people and small families, and was decorated with trees and flowers that were maintained by volunteers - one of which was Taehyung himself.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you finally got out of the sight of the bus, which was moving further and further away from you. You took a deep inhale of breath, trying to slow down your racing heartbeat.

You know why you were so scared of that man - you don’t think he wanted to hurt you, but there was no way that after yesterday’s events, this was a coincidence. There was something weird going on, and you wanted to know what… You don’t know, but he certainly wasn’t someone that you wanted to be around again.

You came to the front of Taehyung’s apartment complex, standing in front of the door that could only be opened by entering a code, using a key, or being let in from the inside. You would get Taehyung to tell you the code, but he couldn’t remember it - he had become reliant on either using his keys or calling the old women above him, Mrs. Jung, to let him in.

You typed in Taehyung’s apartment number - 103 - and waited impatiently for the hyperactive boy to answer the call and let you in. 

“Hello? Who is it?” A voice crackled through the machine. You rolled your eyes, huffing. It was getting darker outside and a wintry chill was setting over everything and anything it came across. You shivered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms.

“Were you expecting anyone else? Open up, Kim.” You heard a scoff on the other end, even as the door clicked and allowed you to enter.

“You could be a little nicer about it-” Another roll of your eyes, and you were pushing through the door and striding up the stairs to Taehyung’s apartment.


“Thank God, you’re  okay!” Taehyung held you at arms length and inspected you, not even bothering to let you in yet. You raised an eyebrow at him as he leaned in to stare at your eyes.

“Are you okay, Taehyung? I told you I was fine-” You muttered as you broke free of his grip. You looked at the boy in front of you, as he stepped back and invited you in. 

“That’s exactly what someone who wasn’t fine would say,” he whispered, widening his eyes and wiggling his fingers in your face. You laughed at his whimsical antics as you passed through his familiar hallway.

“How many cans of Mountain Dew have you had?” You questioned, staring from the fidgety boy to the various papers and books strewn about his living room, plopping down onto the love seat. Taehyung shrugged, collapsing onto the couch beside you with an ‘umph!’. 

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened?” It was silent for a moment. You knew that Taehyung always knew when you were lying - so you could either lie and make him worried, or tell the truth and make him worried.

You shook your head, letting out a fake laugh. “I told you, Tae. I forgot to call you, and anyway - service wasn’t too good because of the storm-” You lifted your hand, running it over your hair in an attempt to calm yourself down.

And you don’t notice it, but Taehyung’s eyes zero in on your wrist - where the strange bracelet dangled. His breath stuck in his throat, and his face grew dark and sombre. “Where did you get that bracelet?”

You looked up in surprise, having just been blurting out excuses left and right. You looked at your wrist. You felt a stone of nervousness set in your stomach - your were less than comfortable with the strange bracelet, and even being merely questioned about it made you paranoid. “T-this?”

Taehyung nodded, his eyebrows furrowing deeper.

“Oh, I just - I was walking home, you see, and - it was laying in the grass, so I… I picked it up,” you finished in an uncertain tone. Taehyung’s jaw clenched, and you felt startled by his emotionless expression. But suddenly, as if realizing how he looked, his face brightened, eyebrows unfurrowing and settling back into an easy-going expression.

“Oh, that’s cool,” he smiled, before turning to the books that were at his feet - and everywhere else, really. He picked one up, opening up a page and turning to you, his rectangular smile painted on his face. “Do you wanna hear about my project?”


You wiped your hands on the towel in Taehyung’s bathroom. Suddenly, gazing into the mirror, you felt more drained than ever. The bags under your eyes seemed darker, your hair appeared flatter and drabber - even your skin, which was usually okay-looking, was extremely dull and graying. What was happening to you?

As you stared into the mirror, it was almost as if you were blacking out. You suddenly felt dizzy - and no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t concentrate on anything - it felt as if your mind was just a blur of colours and vague sounds. 

You blinked, and in your blurry daze you see a flash of bright colour - and then gasped, snapping out of your reverie. You leaned forward to the mirror, looking into your eyes as much as you could. You frowned. Shaking your head, you laughed - it had looked as if your eyes had just turned purple. The lack of sleep was getting to your brain - you were starting to go mental.

After splashing some cold water on your face to wake yourself up after your little episode, you exited the bathroom, and started to walk towards the living room. Taehyung had been chatting your ear off about his new project on one of the most inspirational singers in his life. Honestly, you had heard about Prince so many times now, that you could probably recite his life story in your sleep.

You were about to turn the corner into Taehyung’s living room, when you heard something that made you stop in your tracks.

“I told you to keep him in line while I was gone,” you heard someone hiss. You froze. The voice was definitely coming from the living room - and it sounded like Taehyung, although you had never heard Taehyung speak with so much poison in his voice.

You stood still, pressed flush against the wall, holding your ear as close to the living room as you dared, a strange feeling swirling in your stomach.

“Jimin,” you heard Taehyung curse, “I don’t care if Jungkook decides to mark some other petty human - just not her!” It was silent for  few seconds before you heard Taehyung scoff. 

“Yeah, whatever. 'Meant to be’, my ass. You better tell Jeon to be ready to give her up. We don’t need anymore drama, thanks very much.”

You felt your lungs strain under the pressure of holding your breath. You took a silent intake of air, before listening closely.

Another silence, before you heard Taehyung speak again, this time his voice softened. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He sighed, before he spoke again, “Okay, bye.”

You stand still for a couple more moments, confused out of your mind and a growing fear in your chest. Taehyung was hiding something for you - and you don’t think it’s a coincidence that it was right after the events at the book store, and he was definitely referencing to you, too.

After a few seconds, though, you remembered that you were supposed to come back, and you chose this as the moment to act as if you were only coming out of the bathroom. You were still confused as to what Taehyung was talking about (or who he was talking to), and you were replaying the scene over and over in your head.

How Taehyung had sounded so bitter, so mean - even though the angriest you had ever seen him was when you had beaten him at Mario Kart.

How he had referred to humans as ‘petty’ - how he had said ‘humans’, as if he wasn’t one…

Taehyung’s head shot up as he spotted you coming out from behind the wall. Passed his easy-going smile and bright eyes, you could see the nervousness and shock he hid, too, as if he was expecting you to confront him and demand about what was going on. “O-oh, hey!”

You smiled your most believable smile, ignoring the thumping in your chest, and stayed in your position in the middle of the living room. It was the first time you had felt scared because of Taehyung, and it was a weird feeling. The man that you could possibly trust with your life, was holding something incredibly important from you. Something that he didn’t want you to know about - he would’ve told you already if he did want you to know.

“Um, I- I’m feeling a bit sick,” you mumbled, placing a hand on your stomach, trying to play your part accordingly. “I think I’ll head out now…”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung pouted, eyes becoming large and bottom lip jutting out in an attempt to make you stay. “But I was just getting to the good part about Prince’s Love Symbol album-”

You let out a weak laugh, hauling your bag onto your shoulder. “Yeah right, Taehyung. You’ve literally told me everything about that album - I really don’t need to know anymore.”

Taehyung sighed in disappointment, following you like a lost puppy to his front door. Your nerves grew as silence ensued, almost too loud and tense for you to handle. It was as if you thought he would suddenly pull out a knife and kill you or something, and you refrained from peering over your shoulder.

“I - I’ll see you later or something,” you tried, “And, uh… Yeah, bye-”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything, before you walked away from his apartment door, hoping that he didn’t question your strange behavior. You let out a silent breath as you waited for the elevator to arrive on Taehyung’s floor (no way were you taking the stairs, you weren’t risking the chance of somebody ambushing you - God, you were getting so paranoid…).

As soon as you entered the elevator and the doors closed, you leaned back and closed your eyes. Okay, _____, think rationally. You’ve known Taehyung since you were a child - you knew him better than he knew himself. But, that didn’t explain the bizarre conversation you had over heard, or - now that you think about it, his reaction to the bracelet on your wrist.

Something deep inside you was linking Taehyung to what had happened at the book store. You had an inkling of a thought that Taehyung knew what had happened - the look he had given your bracelet was not one of unfamiliarity.

And if Taehyung wasn’t going to tell you what was going on, you would find out on your own.


Originally posted by lostinbangtan

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Devil!Au / Angst / Drabble series

Rated T for mention of nudity (and things get just a tiny bit sexual in the end wops)

Word count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Yoongi has ivory skin and silky hair; he’s beautiful in the most elegant of ways: a burning one, although his eyes are filled with ice instead of fire. He’s terribly tempting and you keep meeting him - too bad he only wants to steal your soul.      

Author’s note: This is a very random series of drabbles, a bit messy too, probably. Anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it and of course feedback is always appreciated <3  <br>

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

III. Room 66

“You know why I keep coming, right?”

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Now I Understand

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 1660

Characters: Benjamin x reader, the Cullens, Amun and Kebi

Warnings: kind of angsty, mention of the reader killing her partner, general vampire stuff I guess

Summary: The reader, who has power similar to Benjamin’s, meets him when he comes to help the Cullens.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, you crept away from the rest of the Cullens to sit outside the house, looking over the river. The fading light glinted off your skin in a muted shimmer.

You gazed out over the forest, basking in the peace whilst you could. Away from everyone, you had space to think. To process what was coming. And you’d rather do it out here, where there was no one to judge your reaction. The whole house was swarming with the other vampires now, and it felt like there was no room to breathe. You didn’t need to, of course, but it was still stifling.

Even to your senses, the landscape was unusually quiet. It felt like the whole world had gone still, waiting for what happened next. There was already a layer of cold lying over the landscape. Not that you could feel it, but you knew it was there. Pretty soon there’d be snow.

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