youre allowed to scream

(Rough) Sex With Draco Involves…

Warning! Dirty level is more 8000!

  • T E A S I N G.
  • Dominant Draco.
  • Jealousy (from both of you).
  • “Say it. Say you’re mine, that I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.”
  • Bites allllllllll over.
  • He’d make a real deal about screaming.
  • “Be quite or you’re not getting anything.”
  • Draco being a little mother fucker and teasing you.
  • You also playing your tease game.
  • Getting on your knees and taking him in slowly, just to hear him beg you.
  • “Fuck, Princess. Just do it.” “Ask nice and I might.”
  • Him pulling your hair to control your speed.
  • “Swallow it.”
  • Doing a lot of noise.
  • Learning spells to lock the doors so you wouldn’t be bothered.
  • Making bets to see who gets to tie the other up.
  • Draco being the one who usually wins.
  • “Now I got to do whatever I want, right? Well, that’s a lot of power…” He’d say smirking.
  • Ass slapping.
  • Him biting your thighs before he fucks you with his tongue.
  • Him calling you Princess and Darling.
  • You calling him blondie to tease him and getting slapped in return.
  • If he’s jealous, he’ll make you scream his name as loud as your lungs allow you to go, so every one would see you are his.
  • But if you’re jealous, you’d mark his neck and chest with bites.
  • You would also take the lead.
  • Oh, when you take the lead.
  • “If you touch me, I’ll stop.”
  • He smiling at your dominance, secretly loving it.
  • Riding him until his close and then stopping just to make him mad.
  • At some point he would get impatient and turn you.
  • “Now you’ll get what you deserve.”
  • Him fucking life out of you.
  • Orgasm denying.
  • C H O C K I N G.
  • Draco would always invent you to his house when his parents are out, so you two could get nasty and loud without fear.
  • He loving to have you in his bed (it’s like a turn on).
  • Having sex everywhere in the house.
  • Calling him Daddy once and him actually liking it.
  • “Fuck Princess, look how wet you already are.”
  • “Only for you, Daddy.”
  • Slowly fingering you.
  • Having you on your hands and knees for him.
  • “Good girl.”
  • Blindfold kink.
  • Dirty whispers.
  • “You’re so tight.”
  • Draco making sure you’re good with everything he does to you, always wanting to please you.
  • Almost breaking the bed once (long story).
  • Having some muscle aches in the next day.
  • Always sleeping in each others arms after it.
Timeloop Aftermath

((I decided to create a possible idea of what might happen with the Aftermath of this AU. It’s a brilliant AU, so many possibilities and great writing on your part (I also love your art wow)! So, here it is! I hope you like it!))

After the incident, everything in Jeremy’s life changed, and for the better.

After he told Michael about everything that had happened (using the journal as proof, even if he has to read it to him and persuade it to him enough to make him believe him), he was convinced by Michael to get the Squip out of his brain.

There was a whole shitload of stuff that happened (may possibly write it out), whereas Jeremy had to fight against the Squip'a forces, talk to Rich, and finally get that Mountain Dew Red to end it all, Michael being his main support.

Afterwards, with everything that had happened to them with the party and Squips, Jeremy finally seemed to be accepted by people. Not only did Rich come out as bi and started being good friends with Jeremy and Michael, he got them one step closer to Jake, Chloe, Brook and Jenna. Christine had taken a liking to helping Michael after the accident (Jeremy wasn’t into her anymore since he figured out his feelings for Michael, however he couldn’t help appreciate all the amazing things she did), and so the Drama Crew was formed, their friendship really unexpected and magnificent.

Not to mention that Jeremy and Michael had gotten together quickly. Jeremy visited Michael in the hospital everyday after the accident until he got out. Apparently Michael would have full blindness for up to a year, six-nine months at least, and then he’s have eyesight problems for the rest of his life (so, worse than needing glasses obviously, however he’d have partial blindness at times. However it wouldn’t affect him as greatly, and not as bad forever).

Despite the joking bets about how long they’d last, they lasted.. that’s just it. They lasted. They graduated, went to college together (They were cool in college, let me tell you,) and moved in together shortly afterwards. They went on dates, got a dog named Pac-Man (a stray Michael found on the street, what a furry,) , and eventually had a wedding! It was small but cute, the Crew was there, Jeremy’s dad was there, Michael’s parents were there, and Mr. Reyes was there for some reason. It was all amazing, life couldn’t go better for Michael and Jeremy Heere.

That’s the saying, you can only go up. But when you’re up, where else can you go? Well.. only down, of course.

Jeremy and Michael were in their early 40’s. It had been so long since everything happened, the two never imagined Michael’s sight could be so bad ever again. He had been able to see just fine since he had turned 31, despite still needing glasses. They hadn’t even costed the doctor in a whole year, they were so confident.

Confidence wasn’t enough.

Michael had always been insistent on driving himself places after he had gotten better. To practice driving again after getting better, he went to the grocery store to get stuff for the week for them every week, and he had just kept it up since. It wasn’t a big deal.

It had been September when this whole instance occurred. Jeremy sat at home on this Monday, when he had the work day off for Labor day. He sorted through the papers in his hands that was keeping him busy. It wasn’t business papers, oh no (he couldn’t work for a big business anyways, it reminded him of the Squip. Plus he just hated the thought of working in a cubical), these were adoption papers. Jeremy and Michael had been thinking about this for yesrs, and now they were thing of going through with this. He was reading through the different foster care systems near them, when he heard his phone ring.

Jeremy wasn’t one to let his phone go to voicemail unless he was really, really into something or just couldn’t reach the phone. This wasn’t one of those times. He was quite calm at the moment, normal, feeling alright..

He suddenly didn’t feel alright. With the sound of the stranger over the line telling him about the accident. Telling him that his player two had swivered off the side of the highway into a ditch in a frenzy. He was at the hospital. He was under-

Jeremy had stopped listening. Why? Because he dripped his phone on the way outside. Panic ran through his body as he sped out of the driveway in his car, cutting someone off and not caring for a single second.

He could barely breathe as he raced towards the hospital. He knew where it was from how many times he’s been there for this man and this man alone. This man he loved more than anything in the world. The man he saw die so many times before- but felt it so real this time that he felt like he would die right here and now if he didn’t make it to the hospital.

Adrenalin filled him as he crashed into the ER, frantically waving down anyone at all to tell him where Michael was. He looked insane, so if course, security had stopped him before a nurse had came to him.

“Where’s Michael? Where- I-Im married to him! I-is he ok?”

“Sir, were doing everything we can. Hes in a critical state. You have to calm-”

“I can’t calm down! I have to see him- h-he can’t die! I can’t let him d-die! Please!” Jeremy held back the word ‘again’. He also held back tears.

“Sir, I..”

Just then, a doctor stepped into the area. He talked to the lady at the front counter before making his way over to us. “You’re Jeremy Heere, sir?”

Jeremy nodded quickly. “Y-yes, where’s Michael? Is he ok? H-hes ok, right?”

The doctor had paused.

Jeremy felt a fear rush through him at this silence. “H-hes, t-tell me Michael’s ok! Tell me!” He persisted, his voice escalating.

The doctor spoke calmly, obviously rehearsed and drone-like. “I’m sorry sir. There was nothing else we could do for him. Michael had punctured his lung and bled to death before we could do anything usef..”

Jeremy felt his heart drop as the words sunk in. His thoughts seemed to stop, scream to a halt, not disappear, but a much , much worse feeling. The feeling of his whole life crashing down on him and fleeing him at the same time. His heart stopped, like everything else, for a pause that seemed to last for hours.

Then it all hit him. All of it. His heart came back, feeling an ache that only grew worse with every pump. His mind filled with the words of the doctor, the thoughts of his lovers death, the thoughts of Michael, Michael, Michael is dead.

Jeremy was crying. His cheeks were leaking as he pulled himself away from the other men. He stumbled back, still staring at the doctor. His vision became blurry as he started crying harder than every before, his breath becoming tiny gasps, his feet losing balance when he realised he was outside the hospital, on the grass. He brought his hands to his face, weeping and whaling profusely to himself, alone.

Everything came flooding back. And it all guilted him. He could have gone grocery shopping with him. For him. He could have taken him to the doctors to get checked up, seen that his sight might get worse. Checked that his lover was ok with a phone call, say “I love you, player two” one last time. The worst part was that he couldn’t remember the last words they had exchanged.

His mind was in such a spiraling state that he started thinking of everything bad that he ever did to Michael. He reached his deaths, he reached the looping. He remembered every death. He remembered his pain and how none of that pain was nearly as bad as it is now. Now was the worst day of his life. And there had been many bad days for Jeremy Heere.

He just wanted to see his face one more time. He wanted to see his lover, his player two, his alive husband, his best friend, his partner in crime, the most amazing person in the world-

“Or you’ll what?”

The bathroom. The light. The taste of shitty, terrible liquor threatening his mouth. And right in front of him, almost 30 years younger, was the love of his life. He teared up.





That was really really really fantastic, wow!! I have had thoughts about making the timeline where Michael goes blind the final timeline, sort of like, there’s gotta be some sacrifices, but they don’t necessarily have to be someone dying, ya know? And just imagining all the fun stuff that he and Jeremy go through afterward, hoooo!

All I can think about now is Jeremy pushing Michael (who’s wearing like, shutter shades or a pair of ridiculous sunglasses probably) around in a wheel chair through school and Michael’s like “Move outta the way, bitches, I got an escort to class” and like. Once they recover they get comfortable enough to make blind jokes ppfffp
Although I do like the idea of Michael’s sight coming back eventually. Like the accident at Jake’s house was only temporary and he regains his sight after a couple months or a year or smth.

BUT ANYWAY BACK TO SCREAMING THAT WRECKED ME AAAA!! I just can’t imagine how awful that would be, to live thirty years and then be taken back in time all the way back to the start of the whole thing;; but now Jeremy can try to prevent the whole blind thing, yeah? (Maybe instead Jeremy ends up going blind :0)

STOP KILLING MICHAEL I say as I continue to kill Michael in multiple of my AUs haha–//shot

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! You guys are awesome continuing to shower me with fics and beautiful art and giving me more ideas for this AU I AM TRULY. TRULY BLESSED.)

Witch Tip

It’s okay to be negative. I keep seeing and hearing other witches say that you have to be positive in order to attract positive things into your life. But sometimes you gotta let those negative feelings out. You need to cry and scream and curse and throw things. Use those energies as a way to bring change into your life. While crying, screaming, and cursing, really allow yourself to feel the strength of your emotions and then release that energy with your intent to bring in something better.


The Only Way To Break Through Emotional Blocks 

When you put on a fake smile with the intention of “trying to be positive” you’re ignoring your true feelings. Caging our emotions and repressing them causes them to manifest over time in poor mental and physical health - this is because emotions are energy in motion and you can never destroy the energy, it must find a way to be expressed.

Ignoring our emotions will cause them to manifest in other ways - for example if you repress your feelings of resentment toward someone in your life you may find yourself lashing out at those who don’t deserve it. Similarly if you’re ignoring a deep sadness it may express itself in situations that usually wouldn’t bring you to tears.

Observing our own behaviour can reveal a great deal about who we really are and what we’re struggling with internally. If you are expressing a lot of anger towards everyone in your life - this anger is coming from a deep-seated sadness that was not expressed or went unresolved.

Emotions are fluid, they will find a way to move through you - regardless of how much you try to obstruct their flow. Just like if you try and hold water in your hands, it will eventually drain through the gaps in between your fingers. We must learn to accept & embrace our feelings because they are our inner guidance system that guides us toward what we love and away from what doesn’t serve us.

Many of us who are finding out about the law of attraction are being led to believe that expressing negative emotions will attract more negative situations to us as a result. On the contrary - ignoring the negative emotions is what will result in more negativity showing up in our lives. 

Expressing our emotions is surrendering to what is - rather than trying to resist it and this is how we break through emotional blocks. Sit with your uncomfortable feelings and allow them to flow through you - cry, laugh, shout, scream - express the emotion and you will be free of it’s hold on you.

Emotions are energy in motion - they always find a way to be expressed.

Peace & positive vibes.

Keep Up


Warnings; SMUT, fuckboy!au, badboy!au, foul language, oral sex, slight infidelity.

Word Count; 3,041

Originally posted by yoonmin


Slamming the door as you sat in the passenger seat of the car, you struggled to catch your breath. “Sorry it took me so long, my dad and Tommy came home from the store. I had to run here,” you breathed, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

You noticed his jaw clench at that, “Maybe if you didn’t make me pick you two blocks from your house, you wouldn’t have to run,” Yoongi sighed, leaning into his seat.

“Oh yeah, and then you can start coming to family dinners with me and my parents,” you spoke, sarcasm dripping from your words. He chuckled bitterly, “Whatever, I just don’t want to have to slow down for you because you’re tired and can’t keep up.”

Your eyes narrowed at his statement, “Trust me, Yoongi, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” you spat, before removing your jacket from your shoulders, revealing you brand new bralette. You silently hoped that he’d notice it or at least spare a glance your way but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the steering wheel as his hands clutched it tightly.

Arguments between you and Yoongi happened more often then you’d like to admit, but the problem was never sex. If anything, the sex was the only part of your relationship that wasn’t completely and utterly screwed up. It was never a problem before but now, as you sat a few feet away from him, fiddling with you fingers as he made that statement, you couldn’t help but feel insecure in his presence. Wanting nothing more than to put your jacket back on, and screaming a loud, “fuck you,” before slamming his door and running home, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

One year ago, you promised yourself that you’d never catch feelings, simply because Yoongi doesn’t do feelings. But after not seeing him for a whole week, you couldn’t help but realize how much you missed him and grown to like him. The relationship between the two of you was purely physical yet you somehow enjoyed his company more than anyone else in your life. The thought of him being upset or in a bad mood made your heart tug.

“Are you okay? I mean, are you mad for some reason?,” your words were quiet. You had never felt insecure with Yoongi, he always made sure that you were comfortable with everything you guys did but for some reason, his words made you feel off. You weren’t sure if he even wanted you in his car still, although he was the one who messaged you, asking you to meet him.

He didn’t respond for what seemed like hours. The car was quiet as you neatly folded your jacket and threw it behind your seat.

“Should I be mad?,” he snapped, whipping his head around to look at you. His eyes softened as he noticed your bralette and the way your hands fiddled with the hem of your skirt. He pushed his seat backwards. “Just keep up, please,” his words sounded bitter as he pulled you over the center console, onto his lap to straddle him. His voice was harsh but his hands were gentle against your skin.

He placed soft kisses on your collarbones as his hands traveled up and down your thighs. All of your anger and insecurity quickly dissolved into lust. Your arms travelled to the back of his neck, lightly pulling his hair, allowing you access to his lips. You moaned out in pleasure as he kissed you aggressively, tongue slipping into your mouth as you slowly began to move your hips.

You were never a fan of dirty talk or rough sex but after meeting Yoongi, you just wanted him touch you however he wished. It’s been 1 year since you started hooking-up. You met him at a party, where all the seniors were crushing on him. He had already screwed majority of them, along with the juniors in your year. You remember hearing about him a lot, partially from his past conquests but majority of it was from your father, the sheriff. Yoongi has had his fair share of run-ins with the law, nothing too big, just some trespassing, underage drinking but none within the past year.

God, you’re such a slut,” he said as he slapped you rough on the ass. You moaned into his shoulder, lightly biting at the clothed skin. His fingers danced across your lacey bralette before ripping it straight down the middle. “Jesus Christ, I just bought this, Yoongi,” you sighed. He rolled his eyes, not bothering to look you in the eyes or apologize.

Quick kisses landed on your chest before his mouth got caught around a nipple of yours, as his hands lifted the top of your skirt, pulling it up so it was resting mid-stomach. “Slow down, my dad isn’t expecting me back for another 2 hours,” you spoke into his neck.

Your words fell upon deaf ears and he pushed you back into the steering wheel to undo his pants. You eyed his hands, waiting for the moment his member would spring out. Maneuvering your way under the steering wheel, you pushed his seat more back, allowing you the space to give him the blow job of a lifetime as he liked to call it.

The second his member was out of his hands, resting in front of you, you noticed his lack of posture. Why wasn’t he hard? Could Yoongi not get it up? Could you not get it up? After all, it was your job to get him riled up, right? Deciding not to listen to the voices in your head that were telling you that he had simply lost interest in you, you placed him in the palm of your hand. He groaned, as soon as you began to pump him. You watched as he began to harden under your touch.

“Fuck. Hurry up,” he snapped. You halted movement to glare at him, ignoring the fact that his eyes were closed and that he couldn’t see you. He peeked through one eye as he felt you stop. “Ok, if you wanna be a little bitch and not help me get off, then I’ll do it myself.” He pushed your hand away from him and you winced at loss of contact. “Don’t be a dick, Yoongi. Have a little bit of patience.”

You watched him play with his balls, lips watering at the sight of him getting himself off. Waiting for him to harden to your satisfaction, you slowly began tracing circles into your arms. A loud groan left his mouth, causing you to look up at him again, noticing how hard he was. Before you could stop yourself, you placed you hands on his, lowering your lips as you looked up at him through you eyelashes.

Yoongi knew that you hated oral sex. In fact, before you met him, you were anti-dick mouth. He had mentioned several times before that although it was a rarity, you had the mouth of God.

Placing tiny kitten licks against his tip, you softly dragged your nail up and down his cock, causing him to twitch. “Stop fucking teasing me,” he snapped, just as you were about to place him in your mouth.

Had it been any other day, you would’ve stopped and left him to finish himself off but instead you listened, wrapping your mouth around him. You changed positions so now you were sitting on your knees, hands resting around the base of his hard on. You bobbed your head and watched his hands grip the seat. He quickly shot up, thrusting himself hard into your mouth, causing tears to form as you gagged.

“Fuck, get up here,” he lifted you by your armpits so you were straddling him once again. You gripped his dick and positioned yourself over it before he pushed your hips down, sinking onto it. Loud moans made their way out of both of your mouths. “A-ah, fuck Yoongi,” you moaned as he placed feverish kisses along your neck, working his way down towards your breasts once again.

It didn’t take long for the pit of your stomach to tighten. “Jesus, don’t do that,” he slapped your ass as you clenched your walls around his cock. “I think I’m gonna cum soon, Yoongi. I feel it.” At the sound of your words, one of his hands made its way towards your clit, rubbing slow circles as the other hand kneaded the one of your breasts that wasn’t currently occupied by his lips.

“Mmh, yes. Please don’t stop, fuck, I’m so close.” He pulled his hands away from you and detached his lips from you, placing his hands on your hips to lift you up. You winced at the sudden lack of contact that your whole body felt. He was almost completely out of you before he began to slam back into you.

“God, I love your cock,” you screamed as loud as your voice allowed you to. Your walls clenched tighter around him, causing a loud groan to slip out of his mouth.

“Yeah baby, you love my cock,” he said as he continued to ram into you. “You love it because you’re a little whore. But nobody can make you feel like this, not even fucking Tommy.” His words were dry, absolutely no lust or sex appeal in them. You pushed your hands down onto his hips, not allowing him to thrust into you anymore. A wince left your mouth at the lack of friction but enough was enough. You stared at him as he rolled his eyes and let out an angry groan for what seemed like the thousandth time today. His eyes focused on his lap while he avoided eye contact with you, deciding to focus on his cock that was still inside of you.

You tugged on his hair, signaling for him to look up at you. “What’s your problem?,” you sighed. He threw his head back into his seat, combing his hands through it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shrugged. You could feel his member begin to go limp as he shifted in his seat.

“Damn it Yoongi, we aren’t in the fouth grade. I can tell that you’re angry about something so go on, spit it out.” You slowly lifted yourself off of his member causing him to wince. Scooting back slowly so you could place his softening cock into his pants, you looked up at him, “Come on.”

“Fuck, I already told you I’m fine. Stop acting like a whiny girlfriend, you are not my girlfriend,” he snapped at you. You felt your heart sink to your stomach as the weight of his words set in. You aren’t his girlfriend so why did his words hurt as if you were?

“I know that, Yoongi. You’ve been acting like a total dick all day. It wasn’t even enjoyable for me because all I could think about it how much of an ass you’re being right now. I know damn well that I’m not you girlfriend but we’ve been doing this for a year. You’d think you’d wanna at least pretend to care about me, especially when I’m fucking you,” you snapped. The words came out louder than you intended, not realizing that your hands were shaking as they sat in your lap.

You covered your chest as he turned to you, suddenly wishing you had something to cover yourself with but not wanting to have to reach behind your seat to grab your jacket.

Eyes focused on you, he spoke, “Why are you still with him?” You knew all too well who he was referring to. Why did he decide to bring that up right now? That can’t be the reason he’s being a total asshole right now, could it?

Yoongi made it clear that he didn’t want anything serious from day one. No feelings, no relationship, just purely physical attraction. You broke your promise to yourself the day you began to get butterflies when he’d stare at you or when his hands slowly stroked your thighs causing goosebumps to line your skin. Maybe he had broken his promise too, you silently hoped. Although it was highly unlikely that the freshly-graduated fuckboy of highschool would ever grow feelings for the senior good girl.

“Why do you keep bringing up Tommy? Leave him out of it, this is between you and I. He has nothing to do with this,” you said, voice calmer than before. You suddenly flinched as he punched the steering wheel in front of him. Yoongi was never violent around you. You stared at him, eyes wide in shock. “What the fuck do you mean this has nothing to do with him? It has everything to do with him. You can’t have two guys, it doesn’t fucking work like that,” he shouted.

“Stop yelling at me, Yoongi. You’re scaring me,” you tried your best to stay calm, not wanting fear to show in your voice. You weren’t afraid of him, Yoongi would never put his hands on you in a way that you didn’t want him to but this is the first time he had ever yelled at you like that and you had to admit, it was a bit frightening.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just- I don’t understand why you need him when you have me,” he rubbed his temples and rested his head against the steering wheel. Yoongi was never good at showing his feelings and you both knew that.

“Yoongi, stop saying that. You were the one who told me, in the very beginning of whatever the fuck this is, that it was only fucking. No strings attached. You can’t just go back on your word like that,” you said. You weren’t exactly sure why those words were coming out of your mouth when in reality, you wanted nothing more than for him to go back on his words.

“You’re right. I made the rules babe so I can go back on them if I want to.” Your heart beat began to race as you heard the pet name he used for you. His tone was soft and low, “and I want to,” he said.

“Stop doing that. You don’t get to play with my feelings like this. What we have is good, it’s been working but don’t promise me something that you aren’t gonna be able to keep in the long run. You don’t really feel like this, you’ll get over it in a few weeks and you’ll probably go back to fucking other girls,” the words left your lips with an exasperated sigh. You knew Yoongi was being genuine right now but you weren’t sure if he knew exactly what it meant for him to be saying those words.

Silence fell over the car and for once today, it wasn’t completely hostile. “Don’t do that. Not now,” he spoke softly. “Don’t tell me what I feel or what I should be feeling. That is for me, I know what I mean and I know exactly what I’m getting myself into by saying this.”

“And as for other girls,” he paused to rub the back of his neck. “I already told you that I haven’t slept with anyone since we started fucking and I don’t want or need to.”

He leaned over the center console, one hand reaching for your fingers that fiddled with your skirt and the other reaching behind you to grab your jacket. “I’m being one hundred percent right now. No, one thousand percent, that’s how much I want you all to myself. Please,” his eyes pleaded with you.

The gears in your brain began to turn as you pondered the possibilities. “What about my dad?,” you questioned. Yoongi hasn’t gotten into trouble for at least a year but knew that it’d be hard for him to confront your dad after the reputation that he had.

“It’s fine, I’ll just introduce myself to him,” he smiled, realizing that you were actually taking him seriously. He wanted nothing more than to make you offically his since last year. “If he’s anything like his daughter, I’m sure he’ll love me,” he winked at you, a grin playing on his lips.

“Yoongi, don’t ruin this. I’m being serious, I won’t be able to handle it if you fuck up or hurt me.”

“Okay baby, I promise. I won’t do anything dumb,” he squeezed and kissed your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “So does that mean it’s a yes?”

You nodded, slowly. It wasn’t gonna be hard for you to end your relationship with Tommy, in fact, you were relieved that you’d be able to cut him loose.

You met Tommy a few months before you met Yoongi and frankly, your relationship was nothing special. He wasn’t ugly, he just wasn’t…Yoongi. His personality was alright. Your whole relationship started off as a ‘crush’. He confessed to you in front of all of your friends, with his friends standing behind him and you didn’t have the heart to say no so you just nodded and agreed to go on a date with him.

“I’ll talk to Tommy tonight.”

He grabbed your face in his hands and placed kisses along your jawline, cheeks, nose and eyes. “I’m sorry for being a dick, I just couldn’t stand hearing you say his name,” he breathed. “I never wanted to scare you, that’s the very last thing that I’d ever want. You’re my baby and I’m sorry if I pushed it a bit too much today.”

“It’s ok, Yoongi. I know but you can’t just be an ass everytime something happens that you don’t like. And I’m not scared of you, I could never be scared of you.” You nuzzled your face into his hands, craving his touch as the fire in your stomach roared to life again.

“Now that we got that out of the way, how about we finish what we started,” he grinned. It didn’t take long for you to forgive Yoongi, it was always an easy task. You slowly nodded as you hopped over the center console again, “Just try to keep up,” a knowing grin set on your face as you winked at your boyfriend.

Being an archangel, being captured by demons and your brothers saving you

word count: 1096

request by: anon -Hello, may I request an imagine where the reader is an archangel and she get kidnapped by demons and tortured and then chuck and the other four archangels find her and stuff, just happy and comfort and yep, thank you so much!!

A/N: I’m sorry this is really bad aha. Also, I forgot about writing about 4 archangels so this is literally a brother!Gabriel and brother!Lucifer fic.

Also, I haven’t proof read this so it could be really reallyt bad aha. 

You screamed as loud as your lungs would allow it for Sam, for Dean, for any of your brothers or sisters to come help you as the demons dragged you into the room. You trashed your arms, desperate for one of the, to slightly lose their grip for a moment so you could wiggle your way out of their arms but that moment never came. The demons threw your battered body into the cell, you clambered as quickly as you could too your feet and rushed to the closing door in an attempt of a last escape but the door seemed to close too quickly and slammed shut just as you reached it.

A slight sob escaped from your lips as you leaned against the door and sunk down to the floor, your knees tucking up to your chest and your head atop of them. Quietly you let out a small whisper even though you knew no one would be able to hear you due to the immense amounts of archangel warding the demons had put on the place.

“Dad? Gabe? Luci? Anyone, please help.”

A slight shiver went down Gabriel’s spine as he entered the bunker, his fingers clicking and materializing a lollypop in his hand.

“Whats going on?” he spoke before placing the red lollypop in his mouth, sitting down at one of the chairs and kicking his feet up at one of the chairs.

“We’ve all just been looking for a new hunt, chuck’s in the kitchen making some breakfast and well, he hasn’t moved from that chair or lifted his head from that book for a while,” Sam spoke nodding his head in Lucifer’s direction.

Gabe looked over at Lucifer whose full attention was indeed on the book in his hands, so much so that it looked as if nothing would be able to gain his attention ever again. A confused look ran over Gabriel’s face as his head whipped around the room as if he was looking for someone.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“I don’t really know, she left a couple days ago and hasn’t come back since,” Dean replied as Chuck walked into the room with a fresh plate of pancakes in his hands.

Lucifer’s head shot up and he locked eye contact with his brother, a worried expression lacing his face. Quickly he stood up from the chair.

“Woah. Lucifer’s showing emotion?” Dean spoke sarcastically not catching on to why he seemed so worried.

“Don’t talk to me Winchester.” Lucifer spat back like poison. Even though Lucifer was made out to be the evilest of all, people got it wrong, he was the kindest person you could ever meet when he was around his younger sister Y/N and was extremely protective of her.

Both Gabriel and Lucifer shared a look of concern, most of the time they could not bond over anything, they were too different to be able to hold a civilized conversation and not argue constantly but that all changed once their younger sister was born, they both became extremely protective over her and would do anything to make Y/N happy, even if that included ‘everyone getting along’. Lucifer almost instantly flew away in order to search for Y/N.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Sam said noticing the concerned expression on both Gabriel’s and Chuck’s faces.

“Since Y/N is the youngest,” chuck spoke, “everyone is extremely protective of her. She was the one who managed to help all of her siblings no longer fight and work together instead, meaning she is extremely high on the list of things to capture by demons.”

“Dad.” Gabriel spoke impatiently waiting for his father’s approval to go search for Y/N, the way his hand was tapping against his leg showed how desperately he wanted to leave the bunker to try and find you. With a simple nod of Chuck’s head, Gabe flew away to help Lucifer look for you. Neither Sam nor Dean had seen Gabriel act so mature and in that moment they realised how much you meant to all of the angels.

Sobs escaped your lips as the demons left the room after one of your torture sessions for what felt like the 1 millionth time this week. You had no clue how long you had been tortured within these walls but it had been long enough for you to almost give up hope on ever leaving.

“Y/N,” you heard a faint voice in the corridor of the cells scream out. That kind of sounded like Gabriel. No, it can’t be, I must be hallucinating.

“Y/N!” you heard the voice again but this time it sounded much louder and like, Lucifer?

“Gabe?! Luci?!” You screamed out, even if you were hallucinating, you wasn’t taking the risk that they didn’t hear you.

“Y/N!” Lucifer spoke sounding like he was just outside of your cell, “where are you?!”

“I’m in here!” you screamed with everything you could, tears streaming down from your face.

“Hold on Y/N. We’re busting your ass out of here,” Gabriel joked causing a laugh to escape from your lips, the sound almost sounding foreign to you.

Not a moment later, the door to your cell bust open and in walked Gabe and Lucifer. A slight gasp escaped their mouths as they took in your beaten and bruised body and they didn’t fail to notice how you seemed to no longer have any grace leaving you human.

Gabriel picked up your frail body and Lucifer stroked a stray piece of hair out of your sweaty face and behind your ear as you all flew back to the bunker.

Lucifer’s fingers grazed your head as he healed your body of all wounds watched as you fell asleep from exhaustion.

“Is that.. Y/N?” Sam spoke with shock as Gabriel carried you into the main living room and laid you down on one of the sofas. Sam was simply shushed by Lucifer and shoved out of the room.

You let out a slight moan in pain as your body ached when you move it.

“Shhh.” Gabriel said whilst running his hand softly through your hair, your head placed on his lap. “Go back to sleep.”

The idea of sleep confused you yet you felt so exhausted that you didn’t even think about questioning it.

“okay… Night.. Gabe… Luci.” You spoke tiredly before falling asleep in Gabe’s arms. His worried eyes locking onto Lucifer’s as you cuddled closer to him.

“We’ll sort this out, we always do.” Gabe spoke softly placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up along with his brother to go tell their father they had found you.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

[01] Run

Originally posted by shin-heerin


Pairing: Yoongi x reader

A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes.

Summary: Jung Hoseok knew you like the back of his hand, and you were almost certain you knew him just the same; but when you meet his friends and watch in shock as everything you knew about Jung Hoseok was only the half of it, you realize just how wrong you were. Jung Hoseok and his friends had completely flipped your world around.  

 Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

“I’ll meet you at the diner in twenty, I have to go pick up some things from Minho’s house.” You smiled at the thought of your wonderful boyfriends name. Hoseok chuckled on the other end of the phone causing you to break out of your drooling. “Y/N yall better not fool around like last time! I waited for forty-five minutes for you!!” He huffed.

“Calm down hobi, he has work today; and I already told you how sorry I was for that!” You laughed softly, reassuring your best friend that you would meet him in twenty.

When you arrived at Minho’s house you noticed his car was still in the driveway. Minho must have taken off work today. Sorry Hoseok, I might run a little late… wink, wink. You thought to yourself as you unlocked the door and walked inside being greeted by a lingering smell of apple cinnamon house spray.

“Minho?” No reply.

You set your keys on the table near the door and made your way to the room where you had left your charger a few nights ago, causing you to use the shitty emergency charger you had found in one of the junk drawers of your kitchen.

Your hand reached out for the door handle, quickly freezing in place before you could turn the knob. A soft grunt escaped through the door followed by a loud moan. Another moan met your ears along with a women screaming out Minho’s name, causing your heart to beat so loud you were surprised the neighbors couldn’t hear.

Without even thinking you opened the door to find Minho pounding into a girl you had never seen before. His lips were latched onto her neck the same way they were latched to yours a few nights ago, his hands tightly gripping her waist just he had done with you. His moans grew louder as she begged him to go faster causing you to finally make your presence known, without being fully aware of your actions.

“Y/N!?” Minho shouted as he pulled out of the mystery girl and quickly tugged his boxers on. Ignoring his plea’s and shouts you grabbed your charger, your extra toothbrush and the few clothes you had kept there for nights you stayed with him. For the nights you slept in that very bed he had just had sex on, that very bed where he decided to betray your trust.

“Y/N, please let me explain!” He grabbed your arm stopping you from leaving, forcing you to look up at his soft brown eyes. A river of tears fell from your eyes the minute you looked at him, remembering every memory, every kiss and intimate moment the two of you had together; when he reached out to wipe them away you pulled away in disgust.

“Don’t touch me Minho. Don’t fucking touch me.” You cried reaching for the door in a desperate attempt to leave the house now full of haunting memories.

“Y/n listen to me please. I’m so sorry..”

“Who is she?”


“I said, who the fuck is she?” You shouted, ignoring the very noticeable crack in your shaky voice. He hesitated a second before telling you all the things you knew you didn’t want to hear but felt the need to know. Most of the story went in one ear and our the other as you stood motionless staring at the man you had loved so dearly. You looked at his slightly swollen lips and down his exposed chest thinking back to the time when you thought it was only yours to touch.

“I gave you everything..’ You said barley above a whisper. “I gave you all of my love, I worked my ass off make sure I had enough money to pay my rent and still have extra on the side for us to do things. I loved you so much.” As if someone had just flipped a switch inside you, anger started to build up inside causing you grab the picture (it was a photograph of you and Minho at the carnival the fall of '15, it was the year he told you he loved you) hanging on the wall and smashing it to the ground. “Go to hell Minho.. and for your sake I hope you take your slut with you. Wouldn’t want you to be lonely”


“Maybe you should just talk to Lisa and tell her you cant work today, I’m sure she will understand y/n. I’ll take you out or we can have our infamous movie nights.” Hoseok whispered to you while played with your hair in the comfort of yalls favorite corner booth, as you cried shamelessly in his chest.

Hoseok was always the friend that would drop anything and everything he was doing to race to you the minute you needed him; yalls friendship was the kind that you knew people had to be jealous of. He held your hand in such a platonic way just because he loved having you by his side, he loved hugging you the minute he saw you, sometimes even picking you up in the process. He stroked your hair until you fell asleep on tough days, occasionally he would stay the night, and on these nights yall would face each other and talk until the wee hours of the morning. A loose strand of his black hair would sometimes fall into his face and as though it was a duty of yours, you’d softy tuck it away. You studied him like he was the greatest subject in school, and he studied you just the same; he was the greatest thing you ever had and the only thing you truly needed.  'Friends will come and go, boyfriends will come and go, but no matter what changes in your life you can always count on me to stay here right by your side. I’m your hope and you are mine.’  He once told you during one of your infamous sleepovers, Hoseok was the best friend you could ever ask for.

“I cant miss any more days Hobi, I am already two months behind on rent; but aside from that I’m glad I have you. Thank you for being the only guy to never do me wrong,” You smiled weakly at your best friend and placed a small kiss on his jawline. “I love you so much Jung Hoseok.”

“I love you so much more Y/n Y/l/n.”

We said our goodbyes and you watched him walk through the diner doors sneaking quick glances at you before he was out of sight.

You painted a fake smile for your costumers but unfortunately the slightly runny mascara and your noticeably puffy eyes gave away your act. Your current state gave you a few apologetic looks and a few eye rolls, a few costumers even gave you a bigger tip almost as though they were saying sorry for something they had no control over.

By the end of the night you had made a total of 175 in pity money, not nearly enough to make any difference in your rent situation. The drive home was silent until your mind decided to speak up. “Her name is Jisoo, we’ve been seeing each other for… for about two years now.” His words kept repeating in your head until finally the tears began to fall. “She is twenty two..” Twenty two.. her age becoming a tattoo on your brain, the entire situation rang through your ears and replayed in your head like it was some kind of movie you couldn’t seem to turn off. He likes younger girls? You thought to yourself as you quickly examined your face in the rearview mirror. Do I not look young enough? Was I not good enough? Was the sex bad? All the possibilities ringing in your ears making the tears fall even harder almost blurring your vision. 'You were always working, and anytime you would finally come to see me you just wanted to sleep.’ You clutched the stirring wheel until your knuckles turned white, you opened your mouth and let out the most blood curdling scream you could possibly make. A string of profanities left your lips as you screamed in anger allowing yourself to fall apart.

Slamming the car door behind you, you made your way up the cement staircase to your apartment door only to find your day was only getting worse.

EVICTION NOITCE: Dear current tenant, you have one week to collect your belongings and turn in your apartment key. Any further questions please contact the leasing office.

You were 2 months late on rent and it wasn’t the first time this had happened either. You worked your ass off but it wasn’t enough, you knew you living alone was going to be difficult, you had wanted to move in with Minho but he had never asked.

As if your hands had a mind of their own you dialed Hoseok’s number and waited for him to answer, it wasn’t until after the fourth ring he answered.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” His words dripped with sleep and worry.

“Um, I am getting evicted.. I have a week to move out..” The thought of asking the man who gave you everything for a place to stay made your sick to you stomach. The walls felt like they were closing in on you and a loud sob erupted from your lips without warning.

“Well dear, its time you finally came to my place and met my roommates. I’ll send you the address. I love you, see you soon.” And with that the line went dead and in a matter of minutes you received a message.

Hobi: 3523 Midrow Ave. Just let yourself in, my room is the second door on the right on the third floor. Be safe, we can go back to your place tomorrow and start packing.  

Third floor? He lives on the nice part of town in a three story house? How many roommates did he have? Why did he never tell me any of this? The subject you once studied so diligently turned out to be a lot more complicated then you anticipated. 

Better Be Quiet Now (Sonny Carisi)


Request for anon:  Uhhhhh now i need an imagine or something having sex with sonny in his childhood bedroom PLEASE  Also bonus points if he has to keep his partner quiet 😉😉😉😉😉

Requests were closed, but whatev I couldn’t get this out of my head so 


Originally posted by emilyabeth

After finding out that your apartment building had to be fumigated over the weekend, you begged Sonny to book a hotel for a few nights. This weekend just so happened to be Sonny’s full weekend off, so you tried convincing him, saying that it could be a mini-vacation for the two of you. Sonny wasn’t buying it, insisting that his mother would be more than happy to have you over for the weekend. 

‘It’ll be great!’ he exclaimed as you two packed a few necessities, ‘Ma’s homecookin’ every night, and dad’s Sunday mornin’ breakfast before church!’ Unbeknownst to you, though, Sonny’s mom had agreed to watch Gina’s daughters that Friday night, (all four of them, all under the tender age of seven.) So, as soon as you and Sonny walked through mama Carisi’s front door that evening, you were bombarded by little girls in tutus and screams of ‘Uncle Sonny!’ Plus, during dinner, his mother thought it important to ask you when you and her son were planning on having children of your own. It was tiring to say the least.

It’s not that you didn’t love Sonny’s family. Really, his mother was a sweetheart and his father was nice to talk to and his sister’s kids were the cutest. However, you had only been at his parent’s house for one night and you were already almost regretting agreeing to spend the weekend.

Now, though, all four girls were fast asleep and his parents had retired for the night, allowing you and Sonny alone time for the first time all day. The girls had set up camp in the guest bedroom, so you and Sonny were forced to stay in his old bedroom where Sonny was currently splayed on top of you with a hand under your shirt, kneading your breast and mouthing at your neck.

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Request: hiiii can i get a prompt 19 with kihyun :) :) :) pretty please

19) You and your bias are rival idols forced to work with each other on a collaboration

Member: Monsta X’s Kihyun x Y/N

Type: some angst, some fluff, some romance. (warning: inappropriate language/references)

You fidgeted in the back of the SUV that was seemingly swallowing you whole. You weren’t sure if you were angry, frustrated, sad, or nervous. More than likely, it was an anxiety inducing in-between, but you tried to swallow your insecurities. Heart burn and acid in your esophagus were a physical manifestation of the nerves, mixing with your heart repeatedly plummeting to your feet and back to your chest again. 

Your manager had informed you just over a week ago that you had landed an OST for one of the most talked up dramas of the year. You would be performing a duet, but the other artist hadn’t yet been selected. You were notably excited, realizing what a big opportunity this would be for your career.  Only a few days later, you were called to your manager’s office. Told to shut the door, you were already aware of the heavy tone weighing down the air. She had informed you that you would be working with someone you had detested since shortly after your debut.

Yoo Kihyun of Monsta X. 

You weren’t exactly sure when or how you became rivals. Your relationship had developed simply enough, strictly work with the occasional conversation exchanged. This had all seemed to become altered once you had both been special MC’s for Music Bank during your last comeback cycles. Both of your groups had been up for a win that week, which caused an unnecessary awkwardness between the two of you. After your group had won, once again snatching away Monsta X’s first win (although they would move forward to win the next week) your relationship had changed. 

From that point on, every time you had run into Monsta X, Kihyun had something sarcastic or rude to say. You grew to dread running into the group, which wasn’t fair to yourself or the other men of Monsta. Hearing that you would have to spend hours, if not days with him, set your nerves on edge. 

You tried to shake the thoughts from your head as you felt a light squeeze on your knee. Looking up, you met the sad smile of your manager who gave a polite nod toward the door. You hesitantly grasped the handle and gave it a gentle push, exposing you to the morning sunlight you weren’t prepared for. 

Then again, you weren’t prepared for a lot of things. 

You looked up to the Starship Entertainment building, wincing at the immensity of it. You weren’t sure how your manager had negotiated, if she had at all, but you had agreed it would be best if you used a Starship studio for the project. You glanced over your shoulder to get another supportive nod from your manager as you shuffled toward the heavy glass doors that provided entry into the building. 

After checking in with the receptionist, you and your manager were led down hall after hall. It felt like hours as you trailed behind the woman, her short and thin frame darting from one direction to the next. Eventually you reached another set of glass doors with several people on the opposite side. She pulled them open, struggling with the weight as she waved you inside. 

“Hello,” your manager chimed, bowing to everyone in the room. You followed suit, keeping your eyes low. 

“I’m unsure if everyone has met,” one of the Starship managers nodded. “But this is Kihyu-”

“We’ve met,” Kihyun sighed shortly. Your face immediately darted up as you made eye contact with the cold man. His appearance had changed since the last time you had seen him, but then again, so had yours. His hair had gone from a bubblegum pink to a dark brown. He wore a beanie, keeping his hair pushed back from his face. He wasn’t wearing any makeup, but he didn’t have anything to cover up anyhow. He was brutally handsome, which made the situation so much worse. “No need for the pleasantries.”

“Ah, Kihyun, should we treat our guests this way?” his manager laughed nervously, casting a wary side eye to one of the producers set up at the mixing board. 

“Let’s just get to work,” Kihyun grumbled, launching himself from the couch he was lounging on. He leaned back, grabbing a piece of paper he had been looking over, and crumpled it a bit. He looked back to you, pushing the now crushed paper into your hands. “The lyrics.”

He sauntered past you and into the sound booth and placed a pair of headphones over his ears. Your mouth popped open, shocked by his open act of hostility. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” his manager gasped, rubbing at his temples. “I’m so sorry.”

You slowly shut your mouth, taking in a deep breath through your nose to calm yourself. “Don’t be.”

“Alright, let’s take a break!” the composer called over the studio mic, replacing the track with his voice in the sound booth. Kihyun cocked his eyebrows as he looked up from his paper and to you. 

“Didn’t we just take a break?” he asked uncertainly. 

“Yeah, we need to have a talk,” Kihyun’s manager responded, waving you both in. You looked warily to Kihyun as you hopped from your stool and past him. 

“Yah, watch it,” he grumbled as you bumped into his knee. 

“Look, this is literally a four by four glass box,” you hissed, turning to give him a death glare. His eyes grew wide at your tone. This had been the first time you had spoken to him since you had arrived to Starship. “If you don’t want to get bumped into, take more of an effort to make yourself smaller. Oh wait…you’ve already done that, haven’t you?”

His jaw dropped as he openly stared at you, unblinking. You tried to not smile at your small victory, making sure to back into him and bump his leg again as you exited the booth.

“What’s up?” you sighed, plopping onto the couch beside your manager. She pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose, a sign you had become familiar with. This expression was usually synonymous with bad news. 

“It’s not working,” Kihyun’s manager sighed as he had entered the room. “Your chemistry…”

“It just isn’t there,” your manager finished. “While you both sing beautifully…there’s no feeling behind the words.”

“The feeling is what sells it,” Kihyun’s manager sighed. 

Kihyun was leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the room, biting repeatedly at his lip. He looked up from his shoes and to his manager. “I always sound soulful, my words are always believable.”

“Not this time,” his manager muttered, shaking his head. “You sound hollow.” 

“Hollow!” Kihyun croaked, his cheeks becoming pink with anger and embaressment. “Well what about my partner! I can only be as good as who I’m paired with!”

“There is something lacking with both of you,” your manager cooed. You lifted your brows in surprise at her words. This was the first time she had ever given you any sort of negative feedback, no matter how small it was. She placed a comforting hand on your knee, but you quickly shifted to avoid her touch. 

“Maybe you two should have a conversation, just the two of you,” Kihyun’s manager said slowly. ‘It seems as if a heaviness has been filling up the room since you have gotten together.”

Kihyun rolled his eyes as he pushed off from the wall and pulled open the door. He sighed as he looked at you, his expression asking if you were coming along. 

You sucked at your back teeth, wincing as you stood. You didn’t even care about the OST anymore, you just wanted to be out of this uncomfortable situation. 

“You need to get your shit together,” Kihyun hissed, almost as soon as you stepped into the hallway. You could hardly believe his words. You looked down, realizing his muscular fingers were wrapped around your arm. You shook him off, recoiling from his touch and shot him the dirtiest look you could muster. 

“Don’t touch me,” you spat. “I need to get my shit together? At least I’m not accosting my singing partner in the hallway.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, accosting?” Kihyun groaned. “I was hoping to shake some sense into you.” 

“I’m not one to let the villain win,” you whispered. “But I can’t do this anymore. I quit.” 

You began to enter the studio again, only to have Kihyun grip you by the shoulder and spin you around. He tugged you a bit further down the hall, causing you to drag your feet in an attempt to halt him. 

“What in the hell Kihyun?” you gasped as he finally stopped, looking around to see the area he had pulled you to wasn’t as well lit and only led to an emergency exit. 

He turned, placing either of his hands on the opposite side of the wall beside your face. He pushed his body entirely too close to yours, the heat of his emotion radiating toward you. He used his arms as a cage in which you were incapable of escaping. Your breathing grew more shallow at his close proximity, unknowingly allowing him to search your face with scrutiny. 

“I’ll scream,” you whispered, your eyes not backing down from his. 

“Do it,” Kihyun hissed back, his words a challenge. You opened your lips for a moment, considering the idea, but promptly closed them, knowing full well you couldn’t get him into that sort of trouble. 

“Why am I the villain? And who even calls people villains anymore?” he continued. You looked out of your peripherals at his hands encasing you, flat against the wall. His chest was flush against yours, a constant reminder of his existence and absurdity of the situation. 

“Who has who pinned to the wall?” you mumbled. “But you’re the one who seems to have a problem with me, Yoo Kihyun. It’s not the other way around.”

“Why in the hell would I have a problem with you?” Kihyun spit. “You’re the one making this whole situation awkward.”

“What kind of skewed universe are you living in?” you laughed bitterly. “You’ve treated me as if I was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe ever since my group won at Music Bank.”

“You think that’s what this is about?” Kihyun gaped. “A stupid award show?”

“Then what is it about? Enlighten me!” you gasped. 

Kihyun nodded for a moment, his eyes focusing on your lips before he looked back up to you. “Have you ever heard…that some men show their emotions like children sometimes? That they will bully women they have feelings for?…I think…I think I can show you better than I can explain it to you.”

“This isn’t a drama, Kihyun,” you grumbled. “I don’t t know if this OST has you in your feelings, but-”

Your words were abruptly cut off as Kihyun pressed his lips into yours. The kiss was hesitant at first, soft with uncertainty. Surely Kihyun had some idea that you could possibly rear back and smack the smugness from his face, but you were unsure if you wanted to do that. Your vision had begun to blur in the few moments before you finally decided to close your eyes and kiss back. 

Kihyun took this as a signal to remove his hands from the wall and let them rest lightly on your waist. You lifted your own fingers to curl around the back of his neck and play with the hair at his nape. With his tongue, Kihyun parted your lips, using his force to tilt your head back and explore even further. You relaxed into the kiss, getting over the initial shock and allowed him to do what he wanted. All of the angst and anxiety from the day melted away and into the kiss. Nothing about today had felt more right than this moment. Kihyun pulled you closer, stroking your back through the thin cotton of your t-shirt. Surely, this would give you inspiration for your song.

“Kihyun! Y/N! Where did you go?” the deep voice belonging to Kihyun’s manager called down the hallway.

Kihyun’s lips detached from yours, taking a small moment to smile at you. “We’re coming…

…well, not yet. I’ll have you doing that tonight actually.”

Originally posted by klhyunnie

Trying Something New

Drabble request from anonymous

Robb Stark x Reader

11. “Good, I like it rough.”
12. “What? Are you going to make me?”
19. “Quiet! They’re going to hear you!”

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Warnings: rough sex

Words: 970ish

You were determined to break him. He had been trying to turn you on all day and you were staying strong and resilient. He was almost getting angry at how hard it was to turn you on today. The two of you had made a bet that whoever was the first to crack was the other person’s servant for a month.

“You know, Robb. If you keep failing to satisfy me I might just have to find another man” you smiled to yourself with your back to your boyfriend because you knew that would piss him off.

“What did you just say?” he all but growled at you, immediately at your back. You could feel the anger bubbling off of him, yet you pushed him further.

You spun around quickly, meeting him with your faces nearly touching and with a devilish smirk on your face you said,

“I said, if you can’t turn me on by trying this hard, I might have to find a man that can.”

You repeating yourself did it.

Your back slammed into the giant armoire as Robb’s one hand was at your throat, the other pinning your shoulder to the large, wooden piece of furniture, and his chest was heaving with rage.

“You say anything like that to me again woman, and I won’t be as gentle as I normally am” he was growling now, his pupils blown wide with anger as his bright eyes bored holes in your soul.

Good. I like it rough.” you spat out. Smirking at him yet again. You were finally getting what you wanted. This animalistic and almost terrifying side of Robb was something you saw only once and you’d be lying if it didn’t make you soaked. You needed to see it again. You needed to feel it. You just had to be on the receiving end of that rough, primal side of him.

“Shut up!” he yelled, punching the thick wood next to your head and quickly turning away from you. He threw his hands to his side and pacing back and forth, his boots slamming loudly across the stone floor.

“What? Are you going to make me?” you almost screamed, making Robb whip his head toward you with his mouth hung open in shock.

“Y/N… Do-do you want me to be rough with you? Is that why you’re starting a fight with me?” he asked, approaching you looking almost cautious.

You let out a heavy sigh and flopped back onto your bed.

“Yes, Robb. I want you to be rough with me. I want you to choke me and grab me and be aggressive. I want you to mark me. Show people I’m yours. Be territorial of me” you let your arms cover your face, afraid of what he was going to say to your kinky confession. You felt the bed dip next to you and felt Robb’s lips on your shoulder planting small, sweet kisses as he moved toward your neck. You let your arms fall to your side and when Robb’s mouth got to your neck he bit down. Hard.

“Robb!” it was partly a yell, but mostly a moan.

“Shh baby, I got you” he whispered as his tongue quickly soothed over where he bit you.

His mouth worked on one side of your neck as his hand came up to grip it. He pulled back and looked you in the eyes and you nodded, silently giving him permission as his fingertips stretched around your throat. He squeezed lightly, he pressure increasing as he saw just how much you liked it. You were so distracted from the delicious pressure of his hand at your throat that you failed to notice his hand creeping up your thigh until you moaned when two of his fingers entered you. You could see the wide smile on his face at the sounds you were making and could feel his growing erection against your leg.

“Robb” you squeaked out, his hand still at your throat, “Need you.”

He smiled even wider and giggled a little when you pulled him on top of you between your legs. After a moment of fumbling with his trousers, his tip was teasing your entrance, causing you to throw your head back in anticipation.

He entered you slowly, enjoying the feeling of filling you up, inch by inch. Once he was seated inside you, he started to move at a slow, yet steady, pace. As his pace quickened, he let his hand find your throat again, squeezing harder as the both of you plummeted towards your orgasms.

“Fuck Robb!” you yelled, one hand raking nails down his back and the other gripping his bicep.

Quiet! They’re going to hear you!” he whispered, referring to his family and two other houses that were having a meeting in the next room over.

He clamped his hand over your mouth while leaning on his elbow, allowing you to still breathe out of your nose. You screamed into his other hand as his thumb was rubbing tight circles on your clit as he continued to slam into you. Gods did this man know how to fuck hard when it came down to it. Your orgasm slammed into you so hard your vision faltered a little and your legs started shaking heavily. Robb grinned as he met his release shortly after you, his eyes rolling back and your name coming out of his mouth in a sinful moan.

He rolled off of you, both of you breathing heavy.

“Let’s do that again. I like being aggressive with you” he smiled and closed his eyes as he nuzzled his face into your neck, allowing your limbs to become entangled.

“Good. I like it rough” you giggled as you repeated your earlier words and you felt your boyfriend laugh into your neck and kiss you sweetly on your pulse point.

Ruin the Friendship

“Let me paint your body with my lips.” 

A/N: I am living for Demi Lovato’s new album. I relate strongly to a lot of it (I’m fucked up I know.) But yeah. I heard Ruin the Friendship and immediately wanted to write something along the lines of that. So, if you have spotify I suggest you stream the song while listening. If ya want ;) 

Warnings: Cussing, heavy make out session, mentions of smut buuutttt i didn’t write it out (sorry guys)

Originally posted by xmidnight-moonlightx

The shorts resting on your hips hung lowly while you read a book on your bed. Something about mermaids… You couldn’t really remember as you were already feeling oh so distracted by one of your roommates down the hall. 

The Avenger’s facility has thick walls and monstrous sized bedrooms that allowed you to scream your frustrations out into your room without any guilt. So that’s exactly what you did. 

Bucky lived in the bedroom beside you, and you couldn’t get him off of your mind. Ever since you moved in, you two almost became inseparable. He took a liking to you and you, him. 

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Just a Dream

Summary: This can’t be your Castiel. It just can’t be. Your Castiel loves you. He’d never hurt you. This isn’t real, right?

A/N: Reminder since my tag lists are open back up: Please send an ASK or a MESSAGE if you want to be added. I do not always see comments and reblogs.


Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Non-con (rape), Torture, Language…I think that’s it

Word Count: 2k

-Feedback is always appreciated!

Originally posted by subcas

You screamed in pain as the whip Castiel was holding snapped across your bare stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

P-p-please.” you begged him with every ounce of energy you had as your body trembled from the amount of pain you were in.

You’d been hit, whipped, sliced, and beaten for hours; with your wrists bound above your head. This wasn’t your Castiel, this wasn’t your angel. You thought that he loved you, yet here you were, being tortured.

“Please, what?” he growled, “Please, stop? Please, more? Oh..I’ll give you more.”

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10 Years (The Aftermath)

 Pairing: Stiles x Reader

A/N: we are so close to the end, can you smell the tears and heartbreak?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (you are here) | Part 7

Originally posted by el-chico-depresivo-y-suicida

“It’s not what it looks like.”

But it always is, isn’t it? You couldn’t stop the words from slipping out of your mouth when Asher asked you about it, you replayed the moment in your head repeatedly, thinking of so many different things you could have said, but either way, you knew it was over.

“The ring.”

“No, Ash, baby, don’t do this.”

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BTS Reactions - You get cold easily

You pout as the cold bites at your hands. You fumble with your keys as you enter the apartment you share with your boyfriend, placing the shopping bags on the kitchen counter. You wander over to the thermostat in the corner of the living room and turn it up high, rubbing your hands together so that you can try and get some warmth into them. The, you hear the front door open as your boyfriend gets home, and you run up and hug him, excited to spend the night with him.

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Chance Encounter | 02

Character / Genre / words: Christian Yu ( DPR +IAN / Yu Barom ) x reader | Fluff, Drama | 8,555 words

➽ Warning: Nothing much yet. Slow burn, a bit of drama, as usual. Be patient with me.

➽ a/n: inspired by the infamous DM mishap which happened to me some time ago, so I decided to just write the whole thing down as a cute reminder.

Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you think you could do a second part to where the reader is a new recruit?? Like my heart can't take it !! Thanks cutie💖

((A/N - well thank YOU, cutie.))

“That was intense.”

You were currently sprawled out on the floor in the training room, waiting for the rest of the recruits to leave before you attempted to stand up. You nodded, your response muffled from your head being buried in a towel that was trying to soak up all of your sweat. Your legs were jelly and your arms burned. You had no energy to speak, let alone trying to get back to your room. Your friend whipped the towel off, your eyes squinting trying to adjust to the light.


You opened your mouth, your friend dribbling in water from their bottle. You choked slightly, trying not to laugh at your situation.

“Get up, (Y/N).”

You held your hand up, it being gripped by Gabriel for him to hoist you up. Your legs failed you, and you would have fallen back onto the lino covered floor had he not caught you in his arms. Your cheeks tinged pink as you felt the vibrations of his chuckle from his toned chest. Sweat was leaking through his tight fitting vest top, only imagining what it looked like underneath.

“You seem a bit.. broken.”

You glared up at your commander.

“Absolutely not, it was just-”

You rolled your eyes, regaining your balance. You steadied yourself by placing a hand against his now folded arms, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Take them back to their room, please. I don’t think they can walk without support.” Gabriel chuckled to your friend.

They hooked an arm around your waist, your arm being flung over their shoulder.

“Same time tomorrow, cariño.” He winked at you.

You frowned at the pet name. What did it mean?

The walk back to your shared room was a struggle. You flumped yourself onto your bed as soon as you could, your entire body screaming with pain.

“He so likes you.”
“Not allowed favouritism.”
“And? I’d kill to be called Spanish pet names.”
“What about Jack?”
“What about him?”

You turned to face your friend, lying on your side and head propped up with your hand, a shit-eating grin spreading across your face.

“Does he not sweeten you up with pet names?”
Honey, he doesn’t need to. I have him right where I want him.”

Your eyebrows raised, smile spreading. A knock on the door brought you from your conversation. You leant over to check the time on your phone while your friend opened the door.

“Is (Y/N) here?”
“Where else would they be, sir?” Amusement laced their voice, giving you time to sit up on the bed to try and see who it was. The door widened and you tried to stand when you saw the swish of royal blue.

“Sir. I-”
“Please sit, (Y/N). Gabriel told me about your training session and was a tad concerned. Do you need to see Angela?”
“No, thank you, Strike-Commander Morrison. I’m not used to the training but it will come in due course.”
Jack nodded, his baby-blues flitting over to your friend. A smile twitched on his lips and the rosiness on his cheeks became more defined.

“Very well. That is all.”

He gracefully left your shared room, your friend quietly clicking the door closed.

“He only came here to see you.” You raised an eyebrow.
“I know. He gave me a note.”
“A note? Let me see.”
Absolutely not.”

You pursed your lips your hands behind you leaning on the bed, closely watching their face as they read the note.

“Oh.. my God.”

You leant forwards and made grabby hands towards them. Their eyes widened, the back of their hand dramatically coming up to their forehead.

“He wants.. to.. meet for lunch.”

You burst out into laughter.

“I thought it would have been a love letter or a poem. Is that all it says?”
They handed you the note and your eyes skimmed over the scrawl.

Tomorrow. 1300. Café on Broad Street. J x

“Wow. Blunt.”

You handed the note back, throwing your legs up onto the bed and throwing your arm over your eyes.

“He’s romantic.”
“Tch. Whatever you say, love. Wake me up before dinner?”
“Yeah alright, lazy.”

You were shaken awake by hands on your shoulders, eyes snapping open.

“You weren’t waking up.”
“Well I’m awake now.”
“Gabriel wants you.”
“That’s a bit forward.”
“He’s at the door, idiot.”

You scrambled to sit up, combing your fingers through your hair in a vain attempt to look presentable. You managed to stumble over to the door, hanging on the handle so your overworked legs wouldn’t collapse. You took in a deep breath and pulled the door open.

He was leaning on the frame, arms folded and inspecting his fingernails. He was still wearing that damn fitted tank top, clinging to his chiselled chest. Sweat glistened on his defined arms and his dark locks hidden by the woollen beanie.

“Ah. (Y/N).” He lifted his head, eyes narrowed and a smirk dancing across his lips.
“Sir.” You nodded.
“I have a proposition.”

Your brows furrowed, pulling the door to slightly so your friend wouldn’t overhear.

“How would you feel about joining Blackwatch?”

You physically faultered, shock clearly expressed on your face. He chuckled.

“Why- er. Why me?”
“I need someone on my team and I think you would fit nicely. Hardworking. Always pushing yourself to your limits.”

His gazed intensely at you, unrelenting.

“I erm-”
“Think about it. In the meantime, clean up. You’re joining me in my office at 1900 hours.”
“But that’s when din-”
“Dinner starts? Yeah. I know.”

He winked and confidently turned back down the hall towards the main area of the building. You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

Dinner. With Gabriel. The commander of Blackwatch. Not wanting to one-up your friend, you told them you weren’t feeling well and went to go have a shower. You hoped the scalding water would clear the mist from your thoughts and relieve the aches in your over-used muscles. Once washed, you span the knob round to shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel. Patting your face dry you caught your eyes in the mirror. There was a sparkle there you has never noticed before, the corners of your lips turned up in a slight smile.

“(Y/N), I’m heading out to the hall. Do you want anything?”
“No thanks. See you later!”

When you heard the apartment room door close behind your friend, you set out about finding something reasonable to wear. You couldn’t go wrong with black jeans and a ‘nice top’. You span your body in the mirror, deeming your outfit presentable enough. Looking at your watch, you still had five minutes to make it to Gabriel’s office.

You checked both ways down the hallway to make sure it was clear before shutting the door behind you. It clicked shut, the noise echoing. You half jogged towards the offices, trying to untangle your hair with your fingers. You caught your reflection in a passing window, slightly surprised by how decent you actually looked.

You rapped your knuckles on the door to the commander’s office, taming your heavy breathing and pulling down the hem of your top.

“Come in.”

You pushed the door open, not entering when you saw two other figures standing in front of Gabe’s desk.

“There’s a draft. Please close the door.”

You stepped in and gingerly shut it, standing hesitantly by the door. Your hands held the other, fingers fidgeting, worried you’d walked into something you shouldn’t have.

“(Y/N). This is Jesse-” he nodded to the figure on your left. “And this is Genji.” He motioned towards the other. The two turned around, acknowledging you with a nod before turning back to face Gabriel.

“Come forward.”

Your feet moved of their own accord, reluctantly shuffling across the carpet until you were inbetween the two people infront of Gabriel’s desk.

“You lot are my elite team. Look after each other.”

You frowned. You hadn’t accept his proposition. The two nodded scarily in sync, before the one on the left piped up.

“Ain’t they a bit young?”
“No. They are perfectly skilled. Not that you could talk anyway, McCree. How old are you again?”

The last sentence was spoken with patronising malice from the man in front of you.

“You two are dismissed. (Y/N), stay.”

Your hands came up to hug the opposite elbow, your fingers twitching nervously. You heard shuffles of feet before a click- and then silence. Gabriel gestured for you to sit in the chair opposite him.

“Thank you for accepting.”
“I haven’t-”
“You came along when I said to. You listened to my orders.
"Yeah, because what I thought was free food has now turned into me somehow joining the black ops division of Overwatch.”
“You haven’t said no.”

Gabriel leaned forwards in his chair, hands clasped together and resting on desk. Your mouth opened, and then closed. He was right; you hadn’t said no.

“I want you close, (Y/N). You have potential and with a bit of sculpting you’ll be more than ready to become a fully-fledged Blackwatch agent. We need someone like you on our team. I need you.”

You adjusted your position in the chair at his words. Did he just admit that he liked you?

“I’ll get your uniform set up and ready for training in next week. In the mean time, keep quiet about it until we can announce it properly.”

You nodded.

“Use your words, cariño.”
“Yes, sir.”

A smirk appeared on his lips. He opened his mouth to retaliate before there was a knock on the door and it opened wide. Two silver trays covered with domes were carried by one of the kitchen staff and gently placed down on Gabriel’s desk. He nodded in thanks and waited until the porter had left and shut the door before talking.

“I look after my agents, (Y/N). I’d be surprised if you still wanted to stay as an Overwatch agent after this.”

He removed the dome on the tray closest to you to reveal a plate with a mouth-watering steak, juicy steamed vegetables and the softest mashed potato you had ever seen. You looked up at him, eyes narrowed. He wasn’t exactly being subtle with his bribes. You reached your hand towards the tray, only for him to brind the lid down suddenly and for you to retreat.

“You’ll join?”

Your eyes met his cinnamon gaze.

“I would be surprised if I stayed as an Overwatch agent after this.”

His chuckled rumbled throughout the room as he pushed the tray of food towards you.

This should be very interesting.

Beautiful-Peter Parker

Ta-Dah, Omg I loved writing this one, it was too much fun. It’s so fluffy, or at least I hope it’s fluffy. And I’ve posted two fics within a weeks, I’m so proud of myself. 

Request- ‘Peter Takes a break from fighting crime to attend reader’s cousin’s wedding; he’s nervous but it can be as fluffy as you want’ @cantshakethenoiseinsidemybones

Requests always open



Spontaneous visits from your cousin weren’t an un-common occurrence, however this time her visit wasn’t just to discuss life over a cup of coffee-she could only do this with you, she claims nowhere could beat your coffee. But it was to discuss something quite important, very important actually. You opened the door to see her brilliant bright smile looking back at you, accompanied by a loud squeal of excitement.

“Ahhhhh!” she screamed as she hooped into your family’s apartment-your parents were out, so screaming was allowed, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” she said roaring your name louder each time she chanted it still bouncing up and down.

“What is it?” you said, looking a bit confused as your cousin, Amy, began danced into the living room with you following closely behind. She thrusted her left hand out towards you. An oversized diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds lay on silver band around her thin ring finger. Now you understood why she was squealing earlier and you couldn’t help but join in. Dancing around in circles, singing the first pop song that popped into your heads and squealing loudly ever chance you got.

“It’s Kevin your marrying, right? Just so we’re clear” you quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Yes! You dumbass” She smirked at you, “I’ve been dating him for 2 years”

“Well you’re lucky I like him, or we could have some problems”

She began to giggle, “Don’t be stupid he is amazing, I love him and you will too”

“I better, or the wedding is off”

“You know he’s great you’ve meet him”

“I know, I know, I’m just teasing”

She shook her head at you, “Since we are on the topic of love, how is your boyfriend? Patrick? Oh, Oh, I know Pablo? Right? It’s definitely Pablo” she beamed a convincing smile at you and began to nod almost convincing you his name was Pablo.

“Peter!” you rolled your eyes at her, “he’s great, we’re great”

“How long have you been together now?” she had settled down now, and you were both sitting adjacent on your parent’s couch.

“5 months nearly” you stood up and headed towards the kitchen already preparing the inevitable cup of coffee she was going to ask for.

“oh impressive, he should be your date for my wedding” she said winking your way, “Coffee please?”

“Already on it” You said, beginning to pour the brewed coffee into the cups and heading back to the couches, passing the steaming mug over to her. “I’m not even sure that we will last that long”

“The way that you speak about him I’m sure you will. I would absolutely love if he came to my wedding, I would finally get to meet your Romeo" she said, causing you to blush which you promptly concealed with a groan, accompanied with an eye roll. As much as you would love to go to the wedding with Peter he was too awkward and so were you. Plus, relatives live to see pda, it helps to fuel the gossip that constantly circulates and neither of you could deal with that.

“Oh, and you would look gorgeous in your bridesmaid dress, he has to see you in that” she smirked at your confused face, “Did I mention you were going to be one of my bridesmaid?”

“I am!” you squealed almost spilling your coffee on the both of you.

“You are” and the two of you began dancing around again, squealing loudly.

“You’re going to be beautiful” she squealed at you, “And he’s going to fall in love with you”

“You’re going to look more beautiful, walking down the aisle in your white gown” you twirled around the couches, “And he’s going to cry because you’re the love of his life” Once again you squealed grabbing each other’s hands and spun around jumping together. Just like a cliched scene in a movie.

Her Wedding was going to be amazing and with you as one of her bridesmaids it was going to be spectacular.


It was two weeks to the wedding, Amy was right you were still dating Peter, and you couldn’t wait to go to the wedding together. The only problem was you still hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask Peter to be your date yet, as much as he loved to go dates with you this was different. It was a wedding, it would be super romantic and Peter has not formally meet your parents or any other relative and he’s not exactly the best equipped for conversations.

As usual you went over to Peter’s to ‘study’, it never did involve studying. You had decided that you were finally going to ask him about the wedding and Throughout the school day you had slowly convinced yourself to do it whilst you ‘studied’.  Now you were awkwardly playing with a loose thread on your jumper in an attempt at building your confidence, it wasn’t working. Peter began to pull out an assortment of books which he stacked high with papers wildly sticking out.

“Ready to study? I actually mean it this time, no distractions Y/N I have a test coming up” he said, as he rummaged further in his chaotic backpack.

“Y/N, Y/N hey what’s wrong?” he looked up at you concerned, now with worry in his eye

“Nothing, I’m fine Peter I was just thinking…” you trailed off, Peter’s intense gaze intimidating you.

“What? What is it?” he began searching your face for signs of what you were talking about, “Are you breaking up with me?” Panic now spreading across his face.

“Oh God no you idiot, I would never” you grabbed his hands to reassure him.

“well, what is it then?”

“My cousin, Amy, do you remember me talking about her?” he responded with a ‘mmm’, and you continued reassured by his hand squeezing yours gently, “She’s getting married in two weeks, I’m one of the bridesmaids and she really wants me to bring you with me. But I know it’s a big deal, and if you don’t want to go it’s…” you trailed off once again doubting yourself. You had been dating Peter for over a year and you cared for him but, you knew this means a lot.

“Don’t Panic” he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, “I’ll go with you baby don’t worry, I’ll go”

“If you can’t it’s fine, with all your responsibilities and if you don’t feel ready I understand, I can go by myself” you said nodding towards him.

“Baby, Spider-man can wait a day whilst I go to a wedding with you, you’re important to me too” he smiled softly at you, and it was set, you were going with Peter to Amy’s wedding.

You blushed at his compliment, “Alright as long as you’re okay with it”

“I’m more than okay with it” he beamed and returned his eyes to the books in front of him, starting to study.


The wedding was grand, it was set to take place in a hotel on water. Amy had secretly been planning the greatest wedding of all time, she had a feeling that Kevin was going to propose. The location was perfect, the decorations were flawless and Amy’s dress couldn’t be more beautiful if she tried. The same could be said for yours, it was long and flowy, a deep blue colour the same as Amy’s eyes- she claims- regardless the dress is beautiful and you looked even more beautiful in it.

The ceremony was set to take place any minute now, Peter had secured himself a seat awkwardly beside your parents and everyone was awaiting Amy’s arrival in her white gown. You fixed a curl behind your ear trying to pour more confidence into yourself, hoping that the longer you stared into your own eyes you would be able to stride down that aisle. Everyone would be watching, it wasn’t even your wedding but you were still far too anxious. Amy appeared behind you holding your shoulders,

“You look beautiful, maybe even more than me” She smiled, her cheeks straining to contain her happiness. You looked down shyly, redness rising in your cheeks- you were not convinced. You still felt silly in such a beautiful dress but not yet beautiful yourself,

She continued to gaze at you lovingly, “Aww come on, Peter would think otherwise” It’s like she was reading your thoughts.

“Alright, let’s go before I actually hold up your wedding” you say letting out a deep breath.

The procession began, the two young flower girls- daughters of one of Amy’s many friends -heading down first, dusting the aisle with white and blue petals. Then it was you, anxiety built up inside your stomach but you walked anyway, clinging onto the bouquet for dear life listening to the sound of your heels softly hitting the wooden floor. Then his brown eyes meet yours and your heart almost feel out your chest. His mouth was open, gazing at you as you tried not to stumble down the aisle.

You sat down in the soft seats and glanced back around at Peter sitting rows behind you still gazing at you as if you were the only person in the world.

‘Stop staring’ you mouthed to him.

‘I can’t, you’re too beautiful’ you blushed a bright pink, not being able to handle how much you love this boy. You just haven’t told him yet.

‘I’ll wait for you after the ceremony’ you winked at him, suddenly gaining more confidence.

‘I’ll see you then beautiful’


The prolonged ceremony seemed to take for years, you only wanted to talk to Peter. Finally, the party left and you pleaded with Amy to stay longer so you could walk back with Peter, instead of in the over filled cars.

“You were far too beautiful in the ceremony” he said, gently holding your hand and swinging your arms back and forth slowly.

“And you look far too handsome in your suit” you looked up into his brown eyes, then down to his horribly disfigured tie, “Oh my God, Peter!” you began giggling at the knot, “Didn’t anyone help you?”

“Well they were kinda busy with the wedding thing”

“Let me fix it then” you released his hand and turned around, setting your nimble fingers to un do the knot. He watched transfixed by you, staring at your small hands. You fixed his tie pulling it up closer to his neck, feeling his pulse quicken the closer you got.

“Y/N” his voice cracked, “I-I-I”

“What is it Peter?” your eyes a big as the moon tentatively looking back up into his.

“Y/N, I think I love you”

“Peter, I Think I love you too” both of your cheeks matching the same colour crimson, “No, I don’t ‘think’ I love you, I do love you Peter”

“God, I love you too Y/N” and with that his lips crashed onto yours, his hands reaching down and grabbing you at the waist. Your bodies were held as close together as possible, his tongue dancing with yours. Your hands destroying his perfectly gelled hair. Both your hearts racing, the tossed confetti twirling around you, dancing the same dance as your two tongues.

“Peter as much as I love doing this with your we’re going to miss the reception if we don’t start walking again”

“Alright, on two conditions though” he said, letting go of your face and once again grasping your hand.

“What are they Parker?”

“One. We take a break after 5 minutes of walking to kiss again” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“I can arrange that” you squeezed his hand.

“Two. The next time I see you walking down that aisle, it will be in a gorgeous white dress and I will be waiting for you at the end”

“Can do, where do I sign?”

“Right here” he pointed at his lips and puckered them slightly.

You rolled your eyes but complied, settling your lips once again on his.

You love Peter Parker, almost as much as he loves you.

He was beautiful. He thought you were too.

My Chair (M)

Originally posted by daenso

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2000

You frantically dug through your purse in an attempt to find your keys, eager to get inside, have a shower and relax in the brand new lounge you bought for the apartment. It was probably the comfiest single-seater couch you’ve ever sat on and you had no hesitation in buying it. You just had to hope your roommate wasn’t home to ruin it for you.

Your roommate, Chanyeol, would never pass up an opportunity to annoy you with his antics. You had only moved in 3 months ago and there was not a day that went past without him cracking a terrible joke or teasing you playfully. But 3 months was enough time for you to realise that he was really a cheerful and bubbly person who always had a smile on his face, and you appreciated that as he could cheer you up on the worst of days.

You finally found your keys and unlocked the door before stepping through and letting it shut behind you. All the lights were off and you assumed that Chanyeol wasn’t back home yet. You threw your purse onto the chair by the doorway and headed straight for the bathroom.

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Friend Zone - Submitted by an Anon

Originally posted by lonely-my-middle-name

This is not my work; All credit goes to a lovely anon that submitted this story to me. Feedback is always welcome, let us know what you all think 💕


You rolled off of Juice and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart rate. Juice looked over at you and grinned; both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Amazing as always,” he said, pulling you into his side. “You’re coming to the club party this week right?” “About that,” you said, turning over to look at him. “I was thinking we could go together.” Juice looked slightly uncomfortable. “Why don’t we just meet up there?” You glared at him. “Juice, we’ve been dating for six months now. What, are you ashamed of our relationship? Why does this have to be a secret?” “I’m not ashamed, Y/N, I just think…I don’t know, that certain areas of our lives should be ‘friends only’ zones. It’s no ones business what we do. You understand that right babe?” You rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. “Sure, I guess,” you said, a plan already forming in your head.

A few days later
The boys whistled as you walked up to the clubhouse. You were wearing a tight black dress with a low neckline that showed off your cleavage. Your makeup was flawless, smoky eyes and deep red lipstick that made your lips look irresistible. You had decided that if Juice wanted to act like you were friends in public, you would make it impossible for him to do so. “Who is all this for baby girl?” Tig asked, looking you up and down. “Only for you Tiggy,” you said with a wink, making your way into the clubhouse, where you ran into Juice. “Hey Juicey,” you said giving him a hug. He kept his hands on your waist as you pulled away, staring at your body. “Juice this is a ‘friends only’ zone, remember?” you asked innocently, pulling his hands away from you. “That isn’t a friends only dress, Y/N,” Juice replied, unable to keep his eyes off your chest. You smirked at him and leaned in close, “I’m also not wearing any underwear,” you whispered, grazing your teeth over his earlobe ever so slightly. You felt him tense up and walked away, laughing to yourself.
The music was bumping and everyone was dancing and having a good time. You were dancing with Tig, and saw Juice eyeing you from the bar. You walked up to him. “If you’re gonna stare why don’t you just dance with me? As friends, don’t worry,” you said flirtatiously, pulling him by the arm. The two of you started dancing; you swaying your hips and grinding against Juice, feeling the bulge in his pants grow with every passing moment. You spun around and continued dancing with him, leaning close as if you were about to kiss him. He leaned in and suddenly you turned your head. “Gotta go, sorry!” you said with a mischievous grin and took off down the hallway, ignoring the angry look on his face.

You were halfway down the hall when you felt someone grab your arm and push you roughly against the wall. “Are you having fun?” Juice growled, pressing himself against you. You could feel his hardness pressing against you. “Yeah, I am Juice.” You replied, feeling yourself getting wet immediately. “Let’s get out of here.” Juice’s face was inches away from you, his nose touching yours. Your breath quickened, but you refused to back down. “No. If you want something, say it. Right here. What do you want, Juice? What. Do. You. Want?” You demanded, pressing your hand against the tent in his jeans and squeezing slightly. Juice moved like he was going to kiss you, but you turned away. “Say it.” “You,” Juice growled, and smashed his lips against yours. You kissed him back, and he suddenly spun you around, your front pressed up against the wall, with Juice keeping you there. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back as he sucked and bit at your neck, making you even wetter, if that was possible. He pressed his hand against your outer thigh, slowly lifting your dress. “You thought you could just tease me in front of my brothers and I would take it? You’re gonna have to pay for that, baby girl,” he whispered in your ear, slipping a finger inside you. “Then take me to your room already,” you gasped.
The two of you crashed through the door in Juice’s dorm, not bothering to lock the door behind you. Juice threw you down on the bed. “Take off your clothes,” he demanded, pulling off his kutte and shirt. “Make me,” you smirked, sitting back on your elbows. Juice glared at you and grabbed your legs, pulling you down on the bed. He ripped your dress off and shoved two fingers into you. “I said I wanted you. Do you want me?” Juice asked, kissing your neck, his fingers not letting up. You moaned but didn’t say anything. “ Say it Y/N. Say you want me.” He breathed, moving his fingers even faster. “YES. I want you Juice,” you all but screamed, your legs shaking as you came. “Good.” With that, Juice turned you over and pushed himself inside of you with a groan. You sighed and arched your back as Juice pounded into you, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “I knew you’d give in,” you said, earning you a rough slap on your ass. You gasped and Juice slapped your ass again. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?” Juice asked, panting from how hard you he was fucking you. He pulled out of you and put you on your back again, pinning your arms above your head. “You baby. I belong to you,” you said, your voice barely there. “Damn right,” Juice smirked at you, holding your wrists with one hand and rubbing circles on your clit with the other. You arched your back, allowing him to go even deeper. “FUCK, Juice,” your screams got louder as your second orgasm ripped through you, tightening your legs around Juice’s waist. Juice let go of your arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he reached his release as well. He collapsed on top of you and stayed there for a minute before rolling off of you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “So are we official now baby?” Juice nuzzled your neck. You grinned. “Yup. No more friend zones.” “I think I like the sound of that,” Juice said, placing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. “I’m gonna keep seducing you at parties though,” you said, straddling Juice and kissing his neck again. “I’m ok with that,” Juice rolled you both over, and your laughs turning into moans as you went into round two.

You woke up the next morning, sore but happy and well rested. “Morning baby,” Juice said, that boyish smile on his face. “Ready to go out and face them?” “Ready as ever.” The two of you got dressed and walked out into the bar, where the rest of SAMCRO was out there eating breakfast and nursing hangovers. “Well shite, we thought you two would be in there all day,” Chibs greeted you. You looked at the boys in surprise. “You guys knew?” “No,” Tig said sarcastically. “You guys were fucking in the secret hallway that no one knows about.” You blushed and hid your face in Juice’s kutte while the rest of the guys whistled and hollered at you. “Well, now that you know, I guess we can make it official. Y/N is mine, so hands to yourselves. That means you too Tiggy.” Tig put a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “What, no more dances?” “I’ll always dance with you Tiggy!” You giggled, before catching Juice’s expression. “Babe, you know it doesn’t mean anything.” “I don’t know Y/N, it looks like last nights lesson didn’t quite stick. Maybe you need a reminder.” Juice’s cocky smirk got to you as always, and you felt yourself getting wet for him yet again. “Maybe I do need another lesson,” you purred, running your finger down Juice’s chest to his abs. Juice grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hallway to his dorm, hearing Tig groan, “Ugh. Couples.”


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