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— CAUGHT IN A WEB (m.) art by: gukptune’s pyjamas

Pairing: jungkook x reader Genre: spider-kook, spider-man!jungkook, marvel!au, fluff, smut  Warnings: explicit language, mild depictions of violence, crime, flirting, insinuated sex, touchy touchy, making out, etc. more smut in later parts!

— Summary: New York’s resident web-slinger finds himself wrapped in his own webs by the hands of a cunning black cat.

Words: 5.8k Note: Thank you to my loveliest beta for this series! @nomimits7​

Neon lights, brick walls and shit stinking sewers. He sat atop a vacant roof looking over the streets of Chinatown. No one seemed to sleep around here, not even the sewer rats. The spandex dawned superhero munched on his fresh hot pizza, taking a break from his usual scouting.

The brown eyed man nearly chokes on his pepperoni slice seeing a shady man trailing a young woman into an alley. Typical mobbing, but it could lead to something worse.

Pulling down his web patterned mask, cover his chin, he tosses the now empty pizza box down the street. Shooting it with his web, directing the box right into a trash bin.

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Set On You (M)

Pairing | Jungkook x Reader

Genre | Fluff, smut / volleyball!AU, college!AU, setter Jungkook x manager reader

Warnings | Light smut, detailed thigh-riding, thirsty nsfw thoughts, alcohol consumption, swearing and a whole lot of hopeless pining and soft moments because it’s soft uwu hours 24/7 

Word count | 18.1k

Summary | Sports has never been your thing, so when you find yourself in a sports hall that reeks of perspiration and cologne and in front of a group of volleyball players whom you’re supposed to be managing (heck, you can’t even manage your own life), you know that you’re in Deep Shit™. 

Especially when Jeon Jungkook, the golden setter of the team aka the boy who holds stars in his eyes, starts to occupy your reveries, slowly becoming both the quiet and pandemonium of your heart.  

The repeated squeaks of sneakers and harrowing smacks from the contact of palm against ball reverberate across the court, sounding awfully similar to the erratic thumping of your heartbeats, but they do nothing to drown out the thudding in your eardrums. Cowering meekly behind the door of your school’s daunting indoor sports hall, the perspiration on your palms is getting way out of hand and your legs almost threaten to take you back to your dorm, but the palpable, icy-cold air that greets you halts you in your tracks.

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damn the delivery boy.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

Count: 9,656 words.

month one.

Two lines.

The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.

There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!

Twenty-three years old and pregnant.

You throw up again.

This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.

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Night Swim (M)

Character / Genre / Word count: Jungkook x reader | Smut | 5,300 words

➽ Warning | explicit sex scene, public/outdoor sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, a very unhygienic outdoor activity (but it’s Jungkook, so whatever), Jungkook’s arms (this should always come in warnings)

➽ Music companion | Night Swim

➽ Author’s note | This piece was written while I was in the middle of finishing About Time 13.5. Even though this piece was not particularly influenced by the video Jungkook posted on Twitter, I still want to thank Jungkook for posting it because it had helped me a lot during editing process :’)

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hotshot

filed under: i should be embarrassed but i’m not 

notes: opposing hotshot player hobi uses some vulgar language when talking about you during play and jungkook doesn’t like that. at all.  

warnings: making out, grinding, partial nudity (bare chest), sweaty kook

“what,” your hands smack down on the walls of the penalty box. “was that?”

jungkook won’t look at you, won’t even acknowledge the edge in your voice, and it only makes your anger sky rocket that much higher.

he’s never been that rough of a player, which is why you couldn’t help but recoil when you watched him blatantly tackle the opposing defence into the ice, putting him in the beginnings of a headlock before being ripped apart by security. he all but started beating the guy with his $200 stick.

“have you lost your mind or something? do you want to be benched for the rest of the fucking season?” you hiss, watching your manager stomp over in the distance.

jungkook still won’t make eye contact and only now do you register his clenched jaw, temple dipping in and out with the way he grinds it, face sheathed in sweat so the tips of his bangs are soaked. he’s hunched over with his elbows planted on his knees, too big in his gear, gloves twisting his stick incessantly to the point where you fear it’ll snap.

you wait desperately for an answer he won’t give, line of vision focused on the match he’s not watching. those big almond eyes you adore are hidden by his furrowed brow, angry and cold and petty and nothing like the jungkook you lov-know.

you stalk away with a huff once his manager starts scolding, gloved hands fisted in your pockets. whatever was wrong with him, he picked the wrong girl to reveal his asshole persona to.

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❥ pairing: Jungkook x reader

❥ genre: non-idol!au, nc17 / fluff, the tiniest amount of smut, a bit of crack, romance

❥ word count: 7.5k

❥ summary: Jimin wanted to play matchmaker and you fell right into his love trap.

❥ warnings: a lot of sexual comments, Reader has a fixation on hygiene?, Jimin is gay, side Yoonmin (it’s not really much but present), sexual tension, Jungkook probably has a Noona kink, use of korean honorifics (only a bit), Reader is super awkward, Jungkook is gonna steal your heart, more sexual tension, Jungkook knows tiktok, making out, kisses, it gets heated a bit, a lot of love, shy boy!Jungkook, more love

❥ thank you for this great header heathy! @shadowsremedy​ uwu

“Hey, uhm. Could you…,” Jimin started his sentence next to you, lying on your couch, “would you go on a date with me?”

You just sipped on your glass of coke, hearing this, you almost spat it out. With wide eyes you turned towards him and couldn’t keep your mouth closed, once you gulped the drink down. “No?” He asked, seeing your reaction. His tone was questioning and he had eyes just as big as you had.

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Orange Tulips (M)

=> Jeon Jungkook. Soulmate!AU. Reincarnation!AU 

Summary: You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.

Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut

Words: 10,294

a/n: This is a roller coaster of emotions, but it has a happy endng because I’m a sap and didn’t want to make myself cry.

He came to you like a breath of fresh air, cleansing your body and bringing life to your bones. He was the type of art that only existed on grainy canvases of white, beautiful colors blending together to form a perfection to your eyes. He was the smell of fresh rain on a summers afternoon, peculiar and satisfying mixed into nothing other than complete and utter fondness on your part.

He was your other half.

He just didn’t know it.

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lover boy | jjk

— pairing; jungkook x reader

— genre/rating; fluff, very slight crack | 18+

— word count; <1k

— warnings; nakey nakey (they take a bath together), alcohol, swearing, bad jokes

— summary; you and your boyfriend take a ~romantic~ bath together.

— written for @bangtan-dreamland‘s Drinks & Drabbles Game!

「 masterlist 」

@luxekook​: JUNGKOOK + WINE AND MAYBE SOME VODKA IF UR FEELIN SPICYYYY

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micro-orgasm (m)

➾ 3.7k

➾ warnings: blowjob, mentions of cum, lab equipment (not in the way u imagine), jungkook being an idiot, humiliation (also not in the way u imagine)

➾ summary: biology lab takes an entirely different spin when you find something unexpected in your cheek cell sample. 

➾a/n: follow up drabble that takes place after instant gratification, but it functions as a standalone too!! i am not a scientist whatsoever, and i have no idea if this is even possible or not, but this was just 100% crack so i hope u guys enjoy!!!

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pairing: jungkook x reader / word count: 7.4k / genre: pacific rim au with brief smut (NSFW, 18+)

summary: there are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, he’d turn away from you.

warnings: sexually explicit content (briefly), unprotected sex (please be safe when you have sex) / reference to injuries but nothing graphic, giant robots powered by love punching big alien monsters

a/n: this is a birthday gift for the amazing @yeojaa​. happy birthday, erin. this is completely self serving and is stuffed full with inside references that I hope you’ll enjoy. I wrote this in two days and it kicked my ass because I did so much reading and researching that turned out to not even come up in the story 👁👄👁 you know when I said I was studying? I lied. I was writing HAHAHAH ily I hope you like it hhhh (this is unbeta’ed so please forgive any mistakes it’s 1:30am as I’m scheduling this) (also summaries are so hard, I’m sorry)

Jeon Jungkook really is the perfect posterboy for a Jaeger pilot.

Broad across the shoulders and trim at the waist, all sharp punches and hard muscle, resilient and tough, with a face that’s the perfect balance of angles and softness; the cut of his jaw easing up and into his pretty mouth, the line of his brows subdued by his warm eyes—he’s a Goddamn vision, raw masculinity overlaid on rich veins of boyishness, glittering stratum that sparkle and shine even under the harsh lights of the Shatterdome. 

He pouts when he thinks and his hair hangs a little in his big, big eyes and he has dimples that appear when he grins, teeth poking out onto his pretty pink lips, like someone took a rabbit and turned it into a man and packed on pounds of muscle alongside. Undeniably powerful and strong, but youthful and sweet, too.

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waterloo || (M)

Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn’t believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story.

Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.“

pairing: art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader

word count: 13k

genre: FLUFF, angst, light tasteful smut

warnings: slow burn, tae kinda sucks at first, I wrote this before my Paris trip, so sorry for any lack of accuracy in describing la ville de l'amour ;)

A/N: inspired by the Mamma Mia 2 & @mylovertaehyung’s submitted prompt!

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There was a murmur among the lecture hall, you noted, as you sat down in your usual seat, just to the right of your friend Jennie. 

It wasn’t that your contemporary art lecture was usually quiet before your professor arrived, but there was something collective about their words as if everyone was talking about the same thing.

"What’s is everyone talking about?” You pondered to Jennie, eyeing the lovely black and white blouse she had on today. Jennie, unlike you who studied studio art, was a fashion major. There was hardly a day where she didn’t look put together, a hard contrast from you and your usually paint stained clothes.

Back when you first moved to Paris, Jennie had been the first person you had found a friend in. The two of you shared an English class and from then on had managed to have at least one class together per semester.

It had been two years since that first class with her and you were still grateful that circumstance had brought the two of you together. After landing a once in a lifetime scholarship to École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts de Paris, you feared that you would struggle all alone in the new country but Jennie was in the same boat you were, having moved to Paris all by herself as well.

“Kim Taehyung is a guest speaker today, remember?” She enthused, flashing you an excited smile.

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Recently, i've realized my work lacks descriptors. Adjectives to fine details. Little things in the background. As I read this, I found the things I was missing and felt like I was guided toward how to write them. Vivid descriptions of Seokjin's features, tiny additions of students with hair dryers and coffee shop kisses. I felt like this short drabble helped me more than just escaping for a short bit.

on my pillow | ksj x reader (M)

pairing: seokjin x reader

rating: 18+

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 760

warnings: brief mentions of sexual situations and activities - including oral sex and penetrative sex, language. summary: you see him. you are lost for words. 6 years pass. you see him again. you are lost for words again. stuff follows.

a/n: story based completely on this particular picture. i have severe writer’s block and am struggling to finish the fics that need to be posted next week. but for now, here is a random drabble. this is for the lovely miss mai @jinpanman​ who was utterly distracted by the seokjin dicon video. ily mai.

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Kaz Brekker smut on the way! I will be respecting his touch aversion, so y/n and Kaz will have been in a relationship for a year and a half and have been actively working on helping him through his fears. It's not gonna be like spanking or biting, since it is his first time, so expect a lot of fluff and wholesomeness.

Counting All My Days With You

Mature

9281 words [complete]

Taejin, romance, fluff, probably crack, humor, one-sided smut, unresolved sexual tension, resolved romantic tension

He had 2,674 days of Seokjin in his life, and 945 days of Jin in his heart and he had reached the point of confession. He needed to tell Jin how he felt. Had to tell him. Before he exploded. Mentally. Emotionally. Possibly physically. When it came to Jin’s effect on him, Tae did not rule out the possibility of spontaneous combustion.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24562636

DOUMA IS SO CUTE!! ^^

So uhhhh, Douma/Doma huh? He’s pretty neat! And I’ll tell you what, he’s really interesting to write for on Thirsty Thursday! XD

This particular thought came from a very nice anon - they gave me two idea’s for Douma/Doma in one ask and it honestly was so helpful - and I thought that starting off with their request was a nice way to ease everybody into this weeks Thirsty Thursday!  (o^^)o

Thought: Douma/Doma Biting 

Theme/Warnings: Biting and some blood 

Word count: 505 words 

NSFW BELOW!

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Attention

Pt.2

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Being a Grimes was a hard life to live. Your father as an ex-sheriff, mom a cheating whore and your little brother a menace. The apocalypse didn’t help your hatred towards Lori, her cheating with Shane when you all thought your father, Rick, to be dead in the hospital bed you were dragged away from. You felt sort of relieved when Lori passed giving birth to Judith, of course it was rough to lose your mom, but she no longer felt like your mom at that point.

 Carl always hated you for how you acted towards her, but when your family reached Alexandria, you had the chance to explain and his attitude changed drastically. While Alexandria felt too good to be true to begin with, your group melded seamlessly into the community. A few months or so passed with little incident, meeting Jesus from Hilltop, living in a false sense of peace. In the time of peace you had, you were going crazy without music, the songs running through your head never letting you fall asleep easy.

 So, you fixed up an old iPod with hundreds of songs left on it from before the fall of humanity. Skipping through the house you shared with your blood family, you slid on your socks into the kitchen blasting Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. You were in your own little world of music when Daryl walked into the room, staring you down with an amused look for a little before he cleared his throat. A gasp left you in panic when you slipped and fell onto the floor, your back meeting it on a personal level once more. 

“Fuck Daryl! What the hell?!”

His laugh filled your ears as you grabbed the counter to pull yourself from the floor. You couldn’t help yourself and started laughing at yourself with your boyfriend, his hands clutching his stomach as he keels over. You make your way over and smack his shoulder lightly while wheezing out a small ‘stop it!’. The both of you kept laughing until you slipped again and pulled Daryl down with you by mistake. He landed half on top of you with a grunt as you coughed from his weight being thrown on you suddenly. The laughter stopped after you gave a few more giggles, glancing up to the doorway to see Rick staring you down with that dad look on his face. You panic and push at Daryl’s shoulders trying to get him off of you before your dad came and beat the hell out of his best friend for being on top of his little girl... again. 

Daryl stayed pinned on top of you while your dad stared holes into the back of his head. You pushed at his shoulders more urgently, your eyes filled with panic. The crossbow wielding man suffocating you looked up and over his shoulder at the sound of cowboy boots, knowing that only Rick Grimes wore those in Alexandria. He panicked as well, scrambling off you before your dad could reach you, his hands pulling you from the floor to use you as a shield of human meat. 

“What were you two just doing? You better not have been fuckin’ my little girl Dixon. If you were I swear to whatever god is-”

“Dad! Stop it! We weren’t doing anything...I sort of slipped and fell and... Daryl fell with me.”

Blue eyes pierced yours before finding that you were telling the truth and nodded, clearing his throat and scratching at his head nervously,

“Maggie's gone into labour. We have to go to Hilltop. Doc says we shouldn’t rush it though. She’s not dilatated yet, but she asked for you by her side, Y/N.”

Both you and Daryl gasp at the news, you scrambling to get your running shoes and a sweater to keep warm. Daryl stared you down as you ran around the downstairs floor of the house for your things. Once you collected them, you kissed Daryl on the cheek as well as your dad before you were out of the house in a blur of black. You no longer cared what your father would say to your boyfriend, just focused on getting to your best friend who was going to give birth soon. 

You muttered hellos towards people you passed on your sprint, their eyes wide as they watched you go. When you reached the building you slowed your pace to a walk, entering the building panting and sweating and tired, but that was easily forgettable when you saw the state that Maggie was in. Glenn was at her side as you expected, him not looking the best either as he watched over and talked to his wife. As Maggie looked up at you, relief came over her face before she winced and clutched at her stomach, Glenn grasping her hands in worry. You stumbled to her side, Glenn matching your concern that she waved away even though she looked like the dead wandering outside. 

“Maggie... you are not ok. I’m going to find my dad... you’re way worse than you seem. Stay right here!”, you pointed at her spot in the bed as you kissed her forehead and sprinted away, yelling for Eugene to get everyone to the RV. 

More people watched you like you were crazy, your hair flying behind you and your steps echoing through the safe zone. Daryl, who had escaped your dad started running with you, questions flying at you as you ran. You answered all of them and he immediately broke away to gather everyone in your group for the trip, also wanting it to be as safe as possible for Maggie and the baby. As soon as you reached your house, you called for your dad and Michonne responded in a tone of confusion and calm. You sprinted upstairs after Michonne’s call back, her stopping you from falling as you tripped on the edge of the carpet.

“Dad! Maggie is getting worse, so much worse, we have to go! Right now!”, you tugged on Michonne’s hands, beckoning your dad to hurry the fuck up because he was just staring at you like he found Daryl on you again. 

They both reacted after a minute, shushing noises coming from both of them as Rick walked towards you to gather you in a hug. You sagged into it as Michonne rubbed your back, both shushing you still before Carl walked in and asked why he heard yelling. Then was when you started up again, tugging at you dad this time, ranting about how pale and weak Maggie looked in the bed. Carl reacted similar to you and began panicking, muttering about who would take care of Judith. You insisted that Olivia should but your dad silenced conversation.

“BE QUIET. OK. Y/N, you will stay and take care of Judith, Carl, grab your gun and lets get Maggie to Hilltop before dark. Don’t fight this, Y/N. You know you can’t put Maggie under more stress.”, his eyes met yours and you sighed knowing at every turn for the worse you would breakdown more and more. 

“Ok...”, you turned to Carl again and gripped his shoulders, “Don’t do anything dumb there kiddo. Stay safe and take care of Maggie.”

He nodded and hugged you before he left the room, Rick hugging you once more as Michonne nodded at you. You followed Carl's steps out of the room and back to the streets of Alexandria. You noticed Rosita and Abraham walking from a house and sprinted to them, sliding to a stop in front of them. 

“Don’t let Carl get hurt. I trust you both. I know you’ll keep an eye out for him. I have to stay and watch Judith... be safe.”, you hugged them both quickly before jogging to find the next group of people heading out. 

You came across everyone else already at the RV, Rick holding Judith and waiting for you to approach. You know he knew you would be running around  telling everyone to stay safe and to say a goodbye to Maggie. You grabbed your little sister from his arms, smiling at her coo of content being held by her sister. Your head turned rapidly through the group, searching for your boyfriends gruff expression when you spotted him, Glenn and Abraham helping Maggie out on a cot from the infirmary. You walked over to go through your stay safe speech, Maggie holding your hand until she was in the door of the RV, Rick now helping to lift her into the back onto the bed. Daryl stayed back to give you a peck on lips, you exchanged “I love you’s” and stay safes before he was in the RV and then they were gone. You waved at the RV with Judith until it was out of sight, a sigh leaving you as you walked back to the house to play with your sister before it was time for her dinner. 

You estimated it had been at least two hours since your family had left with Maggie. Having no way to know if they were alright terrified you, but you stayed calm because if you had panicked, Judith would’ve been crying as well and you could never calm her when you weren’t. Your little sister had fallen asleep on you as you had read her a beat up children’s book in hopes of making her tired after eating. When she finally did, you placed her gently in her crib and wandered to the kitchen. You stared at the floor in contemplation of whether or not you wanted water or orange juice. During your decision you may have zoned out... but we don’t mention that. Holding your glass of orange juice, you sighed. This was the second longest you had ever gone without knowing how your group was. It made you anxious, so anxious that you left the house quietly to sit by the little pond near the back walls of the community. The calm water always allowed you to calm your thoughts but as you sat watching the small ripples, it made you more anxious. You had to move, do something with your body because you just could not sit still, your bouncing leg testifying the truth behind your thoughts (unlike Amber Heard). So you got up and began a jog. It was all you could think of until the old crap box of an ipod fell from your pocket. You stared at it reflecting the moonlight before you realized that staring at it wouldn’t turn it on and calm your thoughts as you ran. 

Turning the ipod on and stuffing the headphones into your ears, you started your journey as a light jog. Your pace slowly progressed as you made your way around the entire community, soon enough you were sprinting through streets and weaving around lamp posts under the light of the full moon and stars. The breeze caressed your shoulders as you ran for a while, only stopping when you nearly fell over the edge of a sidewalk. When you did and wiped your brow of sweat, looking around to see where you ended up. Seeing that you ended up at the gates, you sighed remembering why you had began your run in the first place. Time wasn’t really something you were entirely sure of anymore so when you glanced at the ipod time out of habit, you sighed. You never asked any member of Alexandria if they had a clock that was never changed, so your ipod time just read 1:23am. You estimated it might be right but really you just hoped it wasn’t. That would mean that your family had gone for most of the day and night, with no way of knowing when they would be back...well. Until the gates opened for the RV as you had started a slow walk back to the house. Seeing it covered in bullet holes and the look on your dads face as he drove, you knew deep down that something happened. 

Your worst fears were confirmed when the door opened and out stepped everyone except for Glenn, Maggie, Abraham and Daryl. Not seeing them brought tears to your eyes as you rushed to your dad and pulled him into an embrace, looking around for answers. Rick looked like he had died and been revived three times with no proper recovery to look like a human again, Rosita was crying, Carl was dead silent and looking angry if anything. It did not settle well with you as your little brother made eye contact with you and shook his head before he walked away from everyone. No one gave you answers as they all split ways, whatever happened out there shaking them all to the core as your dad sobbed into your shoulder. Michonne was the only one who looked semi-normal, her hand steading you under your dads weight. You stared her down curiously, wanting answers about what had happened and where your boyfriend and best friends were. She just shook her head while staring at the back of Ricks head. You knew that meant it wasn't wise to discuss what happened in front of the broken man. He hadn’t cried this much since... well, since Lori died. 

So, you went along with it and helped your dad to the house, silently as possible bringing him to his room where he could shower the blood off him and maybe regain some thought. When Michonne situated him under the stream of water and sat beside you on the couch, you didn’t ask what happened. You knew she would let you know when she was ready to put into words. The two of you sat in silence, only the water running providing background noise.

“Everything was on plan. We were making our way to Hilltop but we encountered blocks in the road. The saviors put them there. Negan. That’s the leaders name.”, Michonne took a big breath, not knowing how to explain the rest as she stared at her hands, “It was unexpected. They cornered us. Eugene took the RV the route we were going while we ran through the woods carrying Maggie on the stretcher. We were cornered that way too.”

You listened avidly, leaning forwards onto your knees and reaching to hold her hand, Michonne squeezing it lightly in thanks for your silent comfort.

“He made us kneel. On the ground, in front of him. Negan, I mean.”, she corrected herself when she saw your confusion, “There was a lot of them though. He said he was pissed about the outpost we attacked a while back. Said we had to pay for killing so many of his men, even when he sent more to kill us and we killed them.”

Michonne paused and tilted her head towards the stairs where the sound of the shower running was coming from, “Negan took your dad in the RV somewhere... he won’t talk about it. Before that... he took revenge.”

You could see the struggle in her mind on how to word the happenings before the RV trip with Negan. Michonne had just opened her mouth to phrase it gently, knowing you lost your boyfriend and two good friends without knowing it yet when Carl chimed in from the stairs as he walked down them to the kitchen. 

“He bashed in Abrahams head with his baseball bat. Daryl got angry at his taunting, punched Negan, Negan got more angry and based in Glenn’s as well.”

He vanished up the stairs after that, leaving you and Michonne to stare after him in disbelief. On your end it was because you had learned so coldly that two of your friends had had their heads bashed in brutally by a baseball bat, which Michonne soon explained is also covered in barbed wire and called Lucille. You had scoffed at that, as any person would, but the look your dad’s girlfriend sent you had you rethinking your choices. She continued to explain that because of Daryl’s burst of energy and anger despite being injured caused Negan to take an interest him. Which led to the Saviors pulling him from the ground and into a truck to be taken to the sanctuary. 

You had frozen, your mind blank with the thought that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend in a long while despite seeing him earlier and everything was ok. Tears leaked down your face as you shrank into the couch, your entire body shaking as grief washed over you. Michonne rubbed your leg soothingly for a little while until the shower turned off, she then excused herself to go and stay with your dad, knowing you had your ways of dealing with sadness. She was right, you did. Sobbing still and shaking violently, you made your way outside again, walking with your head down until you made it to the gates. It would never be the same and you knew that when Rosita came up to you with tears streaming down her face as well and hugged you tightly. 

As you both stood sobbing into each others shoulders, you knew that you both had just gotten closer, but also that safety was never something you would get again. With the moon casting shadows over your hugging figures as cries of despair filled the night, something had set in steel deep down inside you. You, along with the rest of the community, would never be the same. Not even with Jesus smiling at you from Hilltop.

Attention Pt. 2

Pt. 1 

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When you and Rosita finally moved, it was towards the gates under the now dull seeming moon. The two watching the gate seemed hesitant after seeing your tears, but a solid glare from Rosita had the gate opening. The two of you wandered out with an almost urgent walk, ears already perked for the groans of the dead. Words were definitely not required, the hug speaking for enough of your emotions. You had both lost someone, multiple people you loved in a span of a few hours. 

It was a lot of emotional turmoil but with everything being calmer in a few days time, everyone should be feeling a little better. You firmly believed in that thought even though there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind. The gravel road crunched under your feet as you both walked in silence. Words felt almost wrong at this point, the sadness becoming palpable enough that when a lone walker roamed from the tree line and towards you two, you stood there and watched it. No knives drawn, just heavy eyes watching the rotting man stumble at you. 

You only jumped into action when the groans finally registered and Rosita walked forward in an almost drunk state. Your hunting knife in hand, you trudged up to the walker and sunk the blade into its soft skull. Its body fell limply to the ground and you stared down at it, Rosita being the one to snap out of it and drag it out of the main road. She made her way in front of you afterwards and grabbed your shoulders.

“There’s an old Costco warehouse a few miles down. Let’s go.”

You nodded with a muttered ‘okay’ as you began the walk that you could only imagine was going to be ankle pain inducing. Though you never minded the extra motivation to get back to Alexandria as soon as possible, you knew that coupled with the emotional pain it would be grueling. As Rosita walked to your right, you kept glancing to your left to keep an eye out for more possible lone walkers. Rosita kept watch of the right while you trudged along the winding roads.

The pair of you got close to the warehouse in about an hour, deciding that running would be good for you both. Reaching the gate surrounding the  building, you scanned it quickly for any breaks in the fence. After you had found none and had told Rosita who had also found none, you both climbed over it as quietly as possible. It wasn’t the best way to get in as it proved an issue for getting out but you were both quick on your feet so you both brushed it off. 

You found an unlocked door around the back of the building, a few walkers trying to chew off your arm only to be met with a swift plunge of your knife into its head. Rosita opened the door as you kept watch around the warehouse, watching for anything suspicious. Seeing nothing immediate you turned and followed Rosita into the building, propping the door open slightly with a metal bar that she had found by the door.  You looked around as soon as you entered, the interior being large and echo inducing. You made eye contact with Rosita and agreed to search together, the risk of trouble while alone in such a large space would be disastrous. 

The two of you walked to the left of the building, eyes scanning the boxes you passed on the way. You would get back to them later but you were still curious. Your curiosity proved helpful when you saw a box of backpacks, pulling Rosita over to open it and pull out the Reebok bags. You both had two on your shoulders and one in a hand while your knives was in the other. Continuing along your original path, you reached the very left side of the place and began opening boxes without looking at what they were. The left side proved to hold tools, pet toys, kitchen appliances and outdoor furniture. Rosita started laughing at you when you pulled a foldable camping chair from its box and then its bag, jumping a few inches the air when it snapped itself open with force. 

After your laughing fest and gathering some tools and kitchen appliances that could easily fit in a backpack, you began making your way to the right side of it. With the results from the very left side being disappointing and the boxes closer to the middle providing non-helpful cook books and pet food as well as cat litter, you and Rosita began to dread the right side. On the way over you both collected some children’s and baby toys for the younger ones at Alexandria. Coming across a few boxes of sex toys had you both doubling over in laughter when Rosita tried to sneakily put a dildo into one of her bags, you grabbing one and smacking her ass with it while shoving one in your own bag. 

Quickly escaping from the boxes of dicks, you made your way to the right side...officially. Reaching it was the best day of your life, the shelves chalk full of candy and bars of all kind as well as alcohol. You and Rosita jumped at each other in happiness, a few single serve bottles of vodka being downed by each of you as you shoved bags of jelly beans, chocolate and dried fruit into one bag. That alone filled a whole backpack to the point of barely being able to close any of the zippers. Rosita did the same, hers filled with the variety of alcohol. You both shoved protein bars and granola bars into your third bag, the empty boxes littering the floor around you both. 

All of your bags now full to the brim of cans and things had you both sighing and searching for children’s wagons to carry more than the backpacks. Finding large ones, large enough to hold you and Rosita as you used curtain rods to race down an aisle of shelving, you filled two each with the backpacks, Rosita running and grabbing more to maximize storage capabilities. Bottle of alcohol filled the gaps between bags filled to the brim with food and smaller things like toothpaste, toothbrushes, Advil, makeup, antiperspirant, some allergy pills and razors for shaving. The wagons squeaked along the floor from too much pressure in some places, making you copy them in annoyance as you both downed an old Pepsi, remembered period materials for the ladies, ran to get them, packed in lots and lots of everything and then left the building.

The sun was just beginning to rise as you walked outside with the wagons, you leaving yours to cut a hole large enough for the wagons in the fence with clippers you had found. You guessed you had wasted away at least 5 hours in the warehouse, the two of you maybe taking a nap and having some... lots of... the candy you had uncovered as well as wagon racing and casual conversations while sat on a porch swing that you had put together to surprise your friend. You may have gotten tipsy with Rosita, a few kisses being given to foreheads here and there, hands being held and makeup being used wrong. 

Thinking back on it made you smile as you squeezed through the gate and lead one of the wagons along as well. Rosita pushed one out to you after you stationed one to the side, this process going until Rosita was the one going through the fence and tying it up with zip ties as well as a chain with a few master locks here and there that you now wore the keys to on your neck. You both dragged the wagons behind you with some trip ups here and there from downhill roads that gave the wagons too much speed which caused them to bump into your ankles. 

You had red ankles by the time you reached the gates of Alexandria again, the lookouts looking very shaken as they opened the door after you waved to them happily. The adamant conversation you were having with Rosita continued as you walked through the gates, your laughter echoing until Rositas whole body language changed. Her shoulders tensed and her face became angry, her hands twitching on the handles of the wagons. You watched her in confusion until you heard Rick call out to you and your attention shifted. 

“Y/N...”, his voice was shaky, teary and it almost sounded like he was about to tell you that your childhood beta fish had died again. 

You were so hyper focused on your dad speaking that you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. You looked over Rosita one last time in confusion, hugging her quickly before sprinting to your dad after dropping the handles with a clunk against the road. 

“Dad! Are you ok?! I was so worried. I’m so sorry I left without telling you, we just needed some time for ourselves... we found lots of good stuff! We’re gonna be ok. I promise. I’ll personally go back and collect more when we need it! I-”

“Y/N...”

You looked confused as he didn’t reach out to hug you like he normally would, you brushed it off though as you hugged him tightly, spotting Carl standing not too far back watching you with surprise. You gave Rick a kiss on the cheek and pulled a rolled up comic book from your pocket as you made your way to your little brother. 

“Hey you little weirdo. I got you a comic book. And there’s a lot more too so you’ll never be short of them.”, you smack Carl over the head with it as you gave him a hug, his hands wrapping around you as he stayed stoic, not showing any emotion past the slight smile he sent you after you handed the comic to him.

You turned back to say more to Rick when you finally noticed big trucks inside the gates, around 50 or so people staring you down. You cleared you throat and shuffled awkwardly to your dad, whispering loudly to him in confusion.

“Dad... what the actual fuck?”

Noticing he wasn’t answering and glancing towards someone just out of view, you glanced over and froze. The man stood there with a cocky smirk on his face was staring straight at you, not even bothering to hide it in the slightest. His leather jacket hung off his broad shoulders perfectly, the white t-shirt a nice contrast to the dark leather, his jeans hugging thighs like they were about to pop off of him with a single step. What caught your attention was the baseball bat covered in barbed wire sitting in his hand while his other was stroking the salt and pepper beard on his chin. 

You made eye contact with him until shuffling caught your attention and you glanced over. You could tell that the man clearly leading these people was going to say something, but your gasp cut him off. Seeing Daryl in dirty, baggy clothes and in no shoes with his hair super greasy as he stood between two large men made tears come to your eyes when he made eye contact with you. The desperation in his eyes made you forget your surrounding as you sprinted towards him.

“Daryl!”, you were stopped short in your journey a few feet in front of him as someone grabbed you around the waist and dragged you back in front of the man with the baseball bat. 

You struggled against the man the entire time, your feet kicking in the air as you pushed at the strong arms holding you. When your feet were on the ground you waited for a minute, staring intently at the ground until someone cleared your throat. Then you ran. Catching Daryl up in a giant hug, you sobbed into his shoulder as he held you gently, a hand cradling your face as you leaned into it. The eye contact was intense with emotions as he leaned in and kissed you gently, your hands gently holding onto the back of his head as you kissed him back. 

It was cut short when you were ripped away from him again, your feet flailing as you were carried over again.

“Put me down! You great big barbarian! Put me down so I can kiss my boyfriend!”

The man holding you just chuckled as you struggled helplessly, holding you still in front of the boss man again. You glared at the arms around you until they moved with a “C’mon now Simon, let the lady stand.” from his apparent boss. You brushed yourself off and looked at Daryl again but your vision was blocked by the man you guessed to be Simon, his bulging muscles giving him away. You gave up trying to get another look at Daryl and looked up at the leather clad man.

“What? Never seen a girl before? I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You heard a few people gasp loudly at your comment but he just laughed at it and held out his hand. 

“Hello there, darlin. I’m Negan. Who might you fuckin be?”

As you grasped his hand out of habit, you saw his smile grow bigger.

“Y/N... Y/N Grimes.”

Hii! Can i pls request a Light x reader nsfw? You know the scenes where L planted a camera in his room right? Well maybe to make L less suspicious of him Light fucks the reader in his room? I thought that it was a hot idea♡ you dont have to do it if you dont want to😊

★ DECEPTION ─ fem!reader

#NOTES ─ i love you for requesting this i cannot tell you how many times i've day dreamed about this (sorry it took so long)

#WARNINGS ─ smut, cnc peeping toms (L), p in v,

#SUMMARY ─ "there was an elaborate plan set in place. but as soon as light's hands snaked around your waist you seemed to forget everything you were supposed to do and say." innocent until proven guilty

there was an elaborate plan set in place. but as soon as light's hands snaked around your waist you seemed to forget everything you were supposed to do and say. his moderately chapped lips kissing your cheek lovingly. much unlike how light usually behaved around you.

"light." his name left your lips, trying to warn him he'd made your mind go blank. but he knew.

"i know." he whispered back, displeasure laced in his voice. luckily, light was more than capable of carrying out the plan for the both of you.

"just let me do all the work." he muttered, his voice not loud enough to be picked up on by the mics on the camera but still he was careful with what he said.

he hoped you would be too. you nodded. looking up at light with a lustful look in your eye that he couldn't deny was making him a little aroused. light kissed your jaw, roughly. as if light was capable of doing anything without roughness.

"last chance to back out." it's not a soft tone, but it does let you know that he won't be mad at you if you do decide you don't want some random creep watching you have sex with your friend.

you shake your head, you weren't going to let him down now. and to be totally honest, the thought of someone watching you in such a vulnerable position was intriguing to say the least. light began to undress you once you'd given him your final consent.

meanwhile, L watched his screen with wider eyes than normal. his eyes grazing every pixel of the screen as he watched light take off your shirt. neglecting the other screens that were broadcasting equally, if not more, important information. L racked his brain trying to figure out if this was just a trick of if he was really witnessing this dirty scene play out.

all your clothes were off in what seemed like a blink of an eye. pressed into the mattress with light's knee inches away from your heated core. you dumbly pull at his tie, fucked out expression but light hadn't even gotten started with you yet.

"you got any thoughts in there at all?" he smirks. silently gloating now that he knew he had every single person he knew wrapped around his godly finger. there was not a thought behind your blown out pupils. it prided light to know he had such an effect on you.

"i haven't even done anything yet." he furthers. and L was hearing all of it.

you paw at the waist band of his bland khaki pants. light chuckled feeling your shaky hands trying to get more of him. his rubs his hand over your chest, caressing your nipple with his pointer and thumb.

"patient girls get rewarded." he tsks. he's met with a whine to which he chuckles again. he knows L will over analyze and find something wrong with the scenario if he doesn't hurry up.

"you wanna get rewarded?" he unbuttons his pants with one hand. you're eager, desperate. you need hm in a way you didn't even know it was possible to want one of your friend.

he reaches over you, grabbing a condom from the book shelf. it was wedged between two books. clearly he was trying to keep it hidden from his maid of a mom and his nosy sister.

he opens the condom with his teeth and you might as well just have hearts in your eyes as you watch him. the wrapper falls somewhere unimportant on the bed. he rolls the condom on. you knew it was only a matter of time before you finally felt full with his cock.

© 2023 MORBIDEROTICA

　✦　˚ your hot psycho course mate ★⋆. ࿐࿔

𐙚 light blackmails reader (she knows a little about kira) into doing his bidding with the death note -_- college au [21+]

*　✦　.　nsfw cw: DARK CONTENT non consent: reader is blackmailed → dubious consent: she enjoys it. threat, murder, oral, toy use; clit clamp, ring gag. overstimulation, squirting  ˚　.   *

He's your snobby stuck up college course mate and there's nothing about him that you like. He's a smug fucking bastard and you wish he'd stop staring at you in class.

Luck isn't on your side, since he gets you to himself when you're paired into a group project together. Typical, that you get put with this creep.

He manages to lure you back to his place because it's bigger and more comfortable than your small single apartment.

And that's when he first shows you it...

A black book...

It looks simple enough, but when he pulls it out of the drawer you start to shiver and he tells you what he could do to you... if you disobeyed him.

"What the fuck are you talking about," you knew he was weird, but this is too much, "Light?"

"Get on your knees"

He gives you a smirk like he expects you to do what he says. He knows you will sooner or later.

But you laugh and scoff.

"What?"

Your laughter turns nervous when he just keeps staring and you stutter something about needing to leave. But his left hand circles around your wrist in a bruising grip and his right finds a pen.

"Stay still"

The TV is on. Some stupid talk show.

He scribes something down on the white lined paper. A name, in immaculate handwriting.

He's finished. Time goes slack.

"Watch"

He takes your chin between his fingers and points your face towards the screen.

He studies his watch.

"Now"

Your eyes are glued to the TV. Your lip starts to tremble and you see one of the talk show contestants start to convulse. His whole body shakes, he chokes out a few terrible noises and collapses right there on the set.

The entire TV station descends into chaos and the channel abruptly goes blank.

"See?"

It's him, it's really him. Kira is real. And he's in your class. Undetected... A normal student???

"No-"

There's nothing normal about him.

Your eyes blink up to meet his hollow glare and you slowly shake your head, terrified.

"Come here," his hand slithers up your arm and rests on your shoulder- the one he knows you hurt in netball practice the other week- and he squeezes. You wince and he pulls you closer.

"Say no again, pretty girl"

You didn't.

And when he touched you, god, all you could think about was how good it felt...

Your pleasure points... Your pain... He controls it all...

And you succumb to his touch until your wrists are bound to his bedframe, your eyes are bleary from it all and you momentarily lose sight of him.

"Light?"

You call out like you need him.

His body looms over you. He removed his shirt and pants. He stripped you bare.

He has something in his hand.

"What's that.."

He hushes you and slips something cold and hard in your mouth. It feels like a circle. Your mouth is forced open. You can still breathe.

You gasp and he lets out a sinister chuckle.

Then attaches a toy to your clit.

"Oo-wh--"

You can't talk.

"Don't worry it'll feel good."

It clamps onto you hard and starts buzzing.

The vibrations are so intense your eyes well up with fresh tears of overstimulation and he watches your legs twitch and your hips buck with a painfully hard orgasm. You can't control it. Liquid starts spilling out of you and the mattress feels unbearably wet. Your arms tug at the ropes and you let out some cute weak noises from the confines of your ring gag.

"Haha, wow, you look cute when you squirt" he finally takes his boxers off and shows you what he's packing...

"Uh-" your efforts to back away only get him harder.

He approaches you and climbs over your body, pressing his knees either side of your shoulders and he slaps your face with his dick.

"You can't say no, remember?"

You're not in a position to say no.

Do you even want to?

Your mouth gapes and you start drooling, the vibrations continue and you feel like you're about to cum again. Your eyes flutter back and he calls you a good little slut before sinking his cock through the metal ring and over your wet tongue.

He gets himself off with your mouth but you can barely suck him due to the compromising metal ring. Your saliva drips everywhere; down your chin, over your neck, and he starts using your throat.

He hums with pleasure when you gag and everything gets a bit dirty and hot and you swear you've never been so turned on in your life.

He finally takes his cock out and releases you from the gag...

The first words that spill out of your mouth leave you shocked. But he's not surprised at all.

Just amused.

"Light- fuck-- fuck me??"

Your thighs are holding onto the clit clamp so tight he can barely open your legs.

But when he manages to spread them and finds the mess you've made... your juice so slick and dripping in filthy strings from your thighs...

"Oh," he lets out a moan, "good girl"

His praise and that expression on his face make him look so... hot. Your body shudders at the thought of finding him so attractive but he coaxes out a few more whimpered noises to the tune of begging and he slides his cock through your mess.

"Now, aren't you so glad we played this little game?"

A game of blackmail and murder.

You nod slowly and he tells you how pretty you look. Your pussy starts throbbing and sucking him in and, with the vibrator still on full power, he sinks in and you cum over his cock instantly.

"Finally got something to cum around, huh. Feel good, angel?"

You nod and he fucks you stupid.

You can't stop asking him for more and he gives you exactly what you want.

He gets everything he needs and more and he thinks this could be quite a nice arrangement.

Now, after college, you get yourselves into a little routine and, even after your group project is finished, you make a habit of getting fucked by your hot psycho course mate.

cUTE, LIGHT AND ALL THE THINGS TO FULFILL MY DESIRESSSSS

Are You Drunk?

Pairing: Jungkook / You

Genre: one shot / bestfriendstolovers!au

Rating: M (explicit sex)

Word count: 8.1k

Summary: Sometimes, drunk talk are nonsense. Most of the time, they’re not.

gif creds: @ariescults-moved

JK [12:49 am]: hey

JK [12:49 am]: y/n

Y/N [12:55 am]: what

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