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barnes-n-nobles · 2 years

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Mine (NONCON SMUT)

Request: Can you make a very dark!druig when he impregnate the reader without consent so she cannot leave him. If she is a eternal he does this so she can go with him to amazon . If she is a mortal he does this because she wants to break up with him

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Warnings: aggressive Druig, very noncon smut, forced breeding, mentions of attempted murder (not to reader), overall dark toxic behavior

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You paced back and forth in your room, thinking on how you would be breaking the news to him. Trying to decide between lying and telling the truth had you all worked up. Should you tell him that you needed time to focus on work and school? Or should you say that you couldn't handle being with his possessive ass no more? “fuck” you muttered running your fingers through your hair anxiously. Druig had brought you to your breaking point last night, he had crossed a very serious line. Your phone rang making you jump a little, heart racing as you noticed it was him calling. He finally read your text asking to meet up at a coffee shop near your home, he surely was going to cancel if he was calling you and not texting you. Debating whether or not to answer it, the call went to voicemail, feeling relived you picked it up and opened his recent message. “Not happening. I'm coming to you now” the text read, making your eyes widen. The purpose of going to the coffee shop was so he wouldnt get all loud with you, but now that he was going to come to your house he would most likely do just that. He did live kind of close so it didn't give you much time to prepare your so called speech.

*knock* your head snapped to the door, hoping it would be anyone but him. “open the door y/n..its cold as fuck out here” his tone sharp, indicating that he was already mad. Perfect, just what you needed. Swinging the door open, you tried to put up a front, this was going to be the day that you would finally stand up for yourself. “Come on in Druig, we need to talk” stepping aside so he could come in. “Yes we do..why have you been acting so weird since yesterday” he questioned as he took a seat at the dinner table. Rolling your eyes you closed the door, turning to face him with a look of disgust, “are you serious? Why have I been acting weird? Oh i don't know because you almost killed someone yesterday Druig” your voice getting a little higher, loosing your cool. “all because your imaginative mind told you the waiter was flirting with me. He was doing his job, Druig but youre too insecure to see that. You think everyone is out to get me and honestly I cant deal with it anymore”. His jaw clenched at your words, his chest rising up and down feeling his adrenaline start to spike, “waiters dont go around telling women, “I hope you enjoyed the food beautiful” do they? he was looking at you the entire time he came to our table, and I tried to keep myself from ripping his eyes out but that last shit was too far. I cant believe you feel bad for the fucker, maybe I should have stabbed his neck deeper. Killed him on the spot in front of you” he barked standing from his chair.

He ignored your last statements, knowing you couldn't have meant it but you knew him too well. You needed to repeat it for him so he could understand that you refused to back down, “no im not doing this with you anymore. You use your powers to do evil shit like this and it doesn't sit well with me. The fact that you erased everyone's memories to not get arrested is cowardly. You're really out here doing bad things and I don't want that in my life. Were done”. Laughter soon filled the room making your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. Why was he laughing like a madman? “youre too funny love..you know you cant do that” slowly getting more and more serious. His boots resonated on the floor as he approached you, making you take a few steps back, “ do you want me to remind you why?” his voice barely above a whisper as he trapped you against a wall, “you belong to me y/n..dont ever say that shit again” he added, his facial expressions showing his discontent. “No Druig...im telling you no. I need you to leave” you said looking him dead in the eyes. His smiled returned, “No” acting as this were a joke.

“im serious..get out” index finger pointing to the door, sounding assertive. “make me” he teased pressing himself onto you. You pulled out your phone from your side pocket, holding down the button that would connect you to a 911 operator. Druig heard your phone vibrate as the countdown started on your phone, quickly taking it from your hand. “so stupid” his hand crushing it into pieces. Before you could react he grabbed you by your hair and dragged you to your bedroom, yelping at the feeling. “Youre not leaving me y/n..I dont care what you say or do. You are not going anywhere” His hands started to unbuckle his pants, smirking as your frightened frame sat on the bed. His eyes turned gold, accepting the fact that you were about to get your mind blocked and most likely get your memories erased. “just get it over with..but remember this I will never forgive you. I will continue to fight you until you let me go yourself; I promise you. HELP ME SOMEBODY” your hands banging on the walls, hoping the neighbors in your town house could hear you. Druigs face twitched in anger as he pinned you down. Your clothes tore by themselves thanks to Druig removing them with his mind, your body getting goosebumps as the crisp air surrounded your naked body. “Scream and yell all you want princess..no one can hear you. I have everyone under a deep sleep, no one can help you” he smiled crashing his lips against your own, “you can put up that strong girl facade but I know who you really are y/n..if youre so confident that youre going to leave me then I guess I have no choice but to put a baby inside you” he said forcing himself between your legs, chuckling darkly at your pathetic attempts to keep them closed.

“no please stop” you begged, body jolting and writhing under him. “My sweetheart..you make me so horny when you fight me, It makes me want you that much more” his dick pushed itself inside you, stretching you out nice and wide. As he moved himself inside you, you could feel the wetness coat his dick. He swiveled his hips into you, hissing at the feeling. You bit your lip to the point where you could taste the blood in your mouth, trying to suppress your moans, eyes tightly shut as he hammered into you. His golden eyes were full of lust as he watched you struggle beneath him, trying so hard to convince yourself that you werent enjoying this, “i h-hate you” you cried, as your nails clawed at his back “and I love you.” he groaned, bending down to the base of your neck, peppering it with sloppy kisses. His teeth soon sunk in, causing you to yelp in pain, “youre going to look so beautiful when you're pregnant baby..so round and full of our child. A stunning mother” he said lifting your legs up, making you wrap them around his waist.

His thrusts got erratic , cursing under his breath as he finally announced “fuck baby im gonna cum” his breath caught in his throat as his dick twitched inside you, shuddering at the feeling. His hips rolled into you a few more times before pulling out, “now stay like this love. We have to make sure it stays nice and tucked inside” he smiled sadistically. You tried to get up, but he pushed you back down with his hand, “I said stay down” he instructed, hand on your chest keeping you in place, “I dont want this Druig..dont do this to me” you pleaded, hand going up to his, caressing it, praying that he would have some mercy. “save your words baby..Im going to keep doing you over and over and over again..you know why? Actually no..you tell me why” he demanded before kissing your lips, holding your face in his hands, “because you own me” you cried knowing that he would get his way every single time, no matter how much you tried to fight him. Druigs eyes finally changed back to blue, the look of satisfaction plastered all over his face, “exactly”.

#Druig #druig imagine #druig x reader #druig x you #druig oneshot #dark! druig #dark Druig #dark druig smut #dark druig x reader #dark marvel #dark marvel smut #eternals #eternals imagine #druig eternals #druig fic #druig x y/n #druig x female reader #druig smut

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crowning-art · 2 years

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TGCF SPOILERS

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Uhhhh......

Okeyy....??? I'm veryyy confused...and suspicious rn like very suspicious

As soon as I started reading, I'm like wait, what if Shi Wudu was at the door, then obviously Shi QIngxuan would open the door, right??? And that would also explain the repulsive reaction later on when the three tumours come. I'm telling you, Shi Wudu sent the Reverend of Empty Words after Shi Qingxuan, I dunno why....but i Just KNOW smt is up. Maybe he is being blackmailed?????

WHAT THE HECK???? SHI QINGXUAN IS THE LORD WHO POURED WINE????? DOES THIS HAVE SMT TO DO WITH SHI WUDU TOO?? IS THIS WHY HE SENT REVERAND OF EMPTY WORDS TO CAUSE PROBLEMS??? IM SO CONFUSED I dont trust Shi Wudu

WHAT IF SHI WUDU WROTE THIS TOO????

It was a row of large words, dripping with blood: “WRETCHED BEGINNING WRETCHED END”.

Ok I don't think he did, BUT WHAT IF HE'S THE CAUSE FOR THE WRETCHED END??? WHAT IF HE CAUSED THE WRETCHED BEGINNING TOO

The whole fancy sedan chair thing Hua Cheng sent was so cute and on brand for him lmao, but tHIS PART

In the next second, he heard those female ghosts say: “Yeah. And here I was so sure that golden litter was definitely for the madam wife!”

I mean...they aren't wrong tho lmao

- and of course, OF COURSE

WHAT THE HECK!? WHAT THE HECK!! CAN THESE TWO PLZ LET ME CONCENTRATE ON THE PLOT FOR TWO SECOND, LIKE IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?! PLZ I LITERALLY FORGET EVERYTHING SERIOUS HBDIWBDWJNWJN WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE, MY HEART T-T

- And then he says...

Hua Cheng said slowly, “Then, believe me. Stay far away from Wind Master, Water Master, Earth Master, Ling Wen, and Pei Ming. The further away, the better.”

(Me and Xie Lian in our heads: WHY WHYYYYYYY WHAT IS HAPPENING???/ WHAT ARE YOU HIDING??? WHATS GOING ON?????) Ok I think he probably said this to protect Xie Lian from whatever evil will befall the rest, I don't think it's because they are evil or anything...unlessssss....Shi Wudu....

PLZ STOP SAYING SMT SERIOUS AND THEN SMT CUTE LIKE THIS I CAN'T STAND THE ROLLERCOASTER PLZ

He said, “I’ve long wanted to say something. If gege doesn’t feel secure living here, why not just move somewhere else?”

Xie Lian shook his head. “That’s easy for you to say, San Lang. Where would I move to?”

Hua Cheng smiled. “Why not move over to my place?”

Hehehe

Hua Cheng raised his brows. “En, that’s right. Virtuous and beautiful. A real noble and gracious special someone that I’ve liked since I was young. I’ve had that crush for many years, and pursued really hard before I was able to win that person over.

Hua Cheng grinned and added, “But, it wasn’t all a lie. I just haven’t won that person over yet.

Hehe we all know who you are talking about~

lol I missed Mu Qing and Feng Xin, thanks for the brief cameo lol reminded me of the good ol book 1 days

Uhhhh....UUUHHHHHH

Shi Qingxuan was trussed-up tightly, his hands and legs all bound with ropes. He was tied onto his own bed, but was still struggling unceasingly. Next to him, Shi Wudu was pacing back and forth by the bed, a bowl full of something black and unknown in his hands. He paused for a moment, then suddenly walked over, and forced its contents down Shi Qingxuan’s throat.

OK WHat the hell? WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?!!! YOU ARE LITERALLY DOING NOTHING TO MKAE YOURSELF LOOK BETTER SHI WUDU?! IM SO CONFUSED WHY IS THIS MADMAN TORTURING SHI QINGXUAN?! wait?? is the wind master possessed??? by that demon??? but the contents of the bowl seem evil???? Maybe he IS evil just as I have been thinking he is

I DUNNO

I'm going back to pretending nothing is happening except cute Hualian moments (No, I'm lying, I'm trying to figure out what's happening)

PLZ NO SPOILERS FOR ME

#tgfc #tgcf spoilers #heaven's official blessing spoilers #heaven's official blessing #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #shi qingxuan #shi wudu #ch 112-114 #tgcf journey

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 4 years

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Visions of a madman (Wesker x F!Reader)

Summary: the events take place after re4, when uroborus is in development.

Warning: heavy smut.

Wesker successfully collected a sample of Las Plagas with the help of Ada Wong. He now has them all, and with that he can begin working on uroborus and bring his vision to life.In order to achieve perfection, he plans to alter human DNA using the various types of viruses he acquired. His notion of a perfect world is a world without humanity.

The door of the elevator opened, leading to a small, poor illuminated corridor. It was a small victory for him, the first step to a perfect world. He decided it’s time to celebrate.

As he was walking on the corridor he couldn’t stop thinking about his treat. His sweet treat who probably waits him, needy and impatient. This little one that he is constantly thinking about got closer to a male scientist. It wasn’t anything serious, she just wanted a friend, but for him it seems they got too friendly which each other. He couldn’t bare the thought of someone else touching his little treat. It was only his to play with.

The scientist in question ended up as a failed experiment, and his little one locked in their room. He entered in the room and there she was. She was topless, wearing a pair of black thongs and had a cute black leash. The cage in which she was sitting was big enough for her and full with pillows and soft blankets.

After the incident Wesker made sure everyone knows who she belong to. He made her a special leash with his initials graved on it and was walking her around with that. She was always with him and he walked her around like a proud owner. When he told her to sit, she would sit.When he told her to speak, she would speak. When he told her to lick his boots, she would do so. She obeyed every command, no matter how degrading it was or how many people were in the room. This was her punishment.

The worst thing was the teasing. When they were in private, he would go between her legs, either giving a handjob or an oral, and never finish her. She wasn’t allowed to finish herself and she was easy to look after because she was always with him. The only privacy that she had was when she needed to use the bathroom. He would stimulate her even in the research lab, through it happened rarely.

One morning he left her a note saying that if she wants release, she needs to get in the cage and put all the accessories by the time he comes. She couldn’t wait and did so.

He approached the cage, smilling at the view. He reached out a hand between the bars, and she obeyed, placing her head in his palm. She was moving her back back and forth on his hand, showing affection like a cute little pet. He moved his hand, and with his fingers he traced a line from her neck, to her collarbone, to the right nipple, making circular motions around it. She arched her back, which made him to properly grab her breast and give it a massage. She wanted to touch herself but was stopped by Albert.

“What have I told you?”

“Im sorry, I really want you”

“My little doll, you are punished remember?” He twisted her nipple which caused her pain.

“Im sorry...” she gasped

“Sorry how?”

“Sorry Sir”

“Good girl”

He moved his other hand in the cage, hand still at the breast. She obeyed and put herself in his palm. He started to stroke her slowly, using his finger to draw lines. Suddenly he grabbed her panties and started pulling them rough, almost tearing them. The friction caused her to moan.

“Please..”

He opened the cage and dragged her out by the leash. He unzipped his pants, letting out his half errect member.

“Show me how much you want me”

She didn’t hesitate and started to lick him. She started at the base of his cock to the tip and backwards. Then he took his tip in her mouth and moved one hand to take his balls. He grabbed her hair and helped her going further on his length. She can’t remember the last time she tasted him. It was delightful. She took all of him and started to pick up the pace. He was moving his hips too, fucking that little mouth of hers, holding her head in a place. He was holding her by the leash the whole time.

He wanted more, to see her desperate. He removed himself from her mouth, saliva and cum dripping down her chin. He walked towards the bed. She wanted to raise but was forced back to her knees.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He let out a small chuckle. “You’re crawling”

She crawled to the bed, lead by the lesh, and was instructed to get up and spread her legs. He tossed her soaked panties on the floor, admiring her swollen pussy. Then he begin to spread her lips with his tongue.

“You’re not allowed to cum until i say so”

He was so cruel, she almost got her release back in the cage.

The tip of his tongue started making lines from her hole to her bud, stopping at her bud to press on it occasionally. He opened his mouth and sucked her bundle of nerves, then he inserted two fingers in her. Weeks of teasings made her so swollen he thought she was gonna explode. She was contracting around his fingers.

He knew she was close and removed his mouth and hand. He went to kiss her lips, a sweet, gentle kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. She couldn’t think straight, she missed him, missed his touch. While kissing she could feel the tip at her entrance, coming slowly. With an easy pace he started to fuck her.

Dirty moans filled the room. He picked up the pace eventually, feeling himself coming to a close.

“Will you obey from now on?”

“Yes”

“If I caught you flirting again there will be serious consequences that will exceed sexual punishment. Do you understand?”

“But I didn’t..”

He started to slow his pace, almost exit her.

“I asked a question. Do you understand”

She wanted to fight him but she was to aroused and needy to think.

“Y-yes..”

“Good” he begin to thrust in her harder.

They were both so close, neither of them thinking straight anymore. She came hard on his cock, legs shaking. With an animalistic grunt he came too, releasing hot shots of cum in her.

He collapsed next to her. After a moment, he raised from the bed, pulling up his pants and went to the bathroom’s mirror to fix his appearance. He tucked his shirt back in his pants and headed towards her.

“I trust you that you’re going to behave from now”

“Yes Sir”

“Good girl. I suppose you don’t need your leash anymore.

She shook he head.

He moved his hands to her neck, removing it and then tossed it away.

“I have work to do. Clean up around here, and then come to the lab. I wanna show you something”

He exit the room and headed towards the elevator. A new era was about to begin and he was going to be the leader. As the elevator went up he couldn’t stop thinking if she was going to make it in his new era.

“She is expandable anyways”.

#resident evil #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader

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painting-wings · 6 years

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Diabolic lovers | 6 |

Description: You want answers and Yoongi might have them.

Warnings: Sexual body touching/ sexual thoughts

Pairings: Jungkook x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x reader, Namjoon x reader

Tags: Vampire!au

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A/N: Hey so Im sorry about not updating for a while...school work got a little bit busy but I am back with a chapter and I also managed to make a fan-video for this story check it out here and my requests are open! so please feel free to give me a message or just tell me if you like the story. now on to the story.

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You nearly made it through the first week of staying with your ‘so called brothers’ but at this point calling them brothers made you shiver. You thought back to when Jin and you were alone and how you felt pleasure rather than pain. Could’ve it been the drugs that he gave you? Or have you became so used to the fact of being bitten that now is a pleasurable thing.

Caught up in your own thoughts you wondered to the balcony that stretched across the back of the house overlooking the wide scenery of the garden.

The moon was bright tonight as you walked along the concrete, the cold air was fresh made you feel awake. What distracted you was that you could hear soft singing from around the corner, hesitantly you look round to see Jungkook who was sitting on the edge of the balcony. Running over to Jungkook breaking him out of his soft singing.

“Jungkook! Please get down!” you say worriedly as he turns and smirks at you.

“I can smell the anxiety coming off of you...it’s cute that you care about me” he spoke in a lustful tone as a small blush crept up your cheeks. “But I don’t really like it, it makes me sad. That your scared of me” he continued.

“I-i’m not scared of you, I’m just scared that you will fall” you reply, as Jungkook laughs.

“You have no idea how connected that makes you...how foolish too, it’s cute really” he speaks as he swings his legs back and forth making you feel more worried.

“Why is it so bad to worry Jungkook?” you question,

“There is no reason to worry. But if you really want me to get down, then give me a kiss” he speaks in a near whisper as you let out a small gasp. “If you can’t do that then get lost and leave me alone”

You stood there confused as jungkook went from being sweet to now cold, mean. You thought about weighing up your options when you was just about to give an answer Jungkook laughed making you frown.

“What?”

“I - I can’t believe you took me seriously, you really are stupid...well I’ll get down now” he spoke making you feel relieved.

So you thought.

Jungkook stood up on the balcony edge, turning to face you as he just smiles, “Jungkook?” you ask as he shows you a toothy smile before falling off of the edge. In shock you feel frozen watching the boy fall to his death.

You see the boy laying on the ground below as he just fell a few feet off of the balcony, you rushed down to make sure he was ok. “Jungkook! Jungkook!” you panic as you kneel down beside him.

His body is lifeless as you reach for his wrist he eyes open, “you are annoying...did you really think a fall like that would harm me?”

“You- you”

“Death is inevitable for me, well I am a creature of the night and have no pulse” he smiles as he gets up from his spot on the floor, “there is a place that I would like to take you y/n” he speaks as he grabs your hand taking off in a different direction.

Jungkook lead you to an erie room that was tucked far away from the house, walking in through the large doors, you stood in a corridor that was lined with a carpet and wax dolls in wedding dresses behind glass.

“What’s this your personal doll collection?” you joke as Jungkook gives you a glare, making you look down as you mumble a ‘sorry’

As you continue looking at the beautiful dolls you couldn’t help to see that they look human like.

So caught up in the fascination of the dolls Jungkook stood behind you, “would you like to become one?” he asked making you jump and turn around to see that his piercing eyes and fangs on display watching your every move.

“No-no thank you-”

“You’d make a beautiful doll”

“I don’t want to!” you speak up ready to turn away when jungkook forces you to the wall, as he giggles like a madman.

“Why are you so scared y/n? Although it does turn me on” he purred as you looked into his deep eyes, you felt the warmth in your stomach as your breath hitches, again you knew you shouldn’t feel this way but you do.

He leaned in to kiss the side of your neck, as this immediately made you feel weak, “look at that look on your face...is wonderful” he spoke eagerly.

“Please- please-s-stop” you breathe quickly as jungkook continues to lick and gently nip at your neck.

“But I can smell you and you don’t want me to stop did you? Little...girl?” he questioned as you let out a strangled moan, making him smirk, “i’d love to drain you of your blood. Your skin pale and transparent..like a doll” he pulled down your shirt to reveal more of your neck.

“Let’s make that happen” he nuzzles his nose into your neck as he takes one swift bite as you let out a moan. Your hands grip his biceps as he sinks in deeper.

Jungkook pulls away “you would make a beautiful bride…” he purrs as you try to speak.

“Are the dolls?”

“That’s right y/n..they are sacrificial brides and I will make you feel comfortable soon” he smirked as his hand snaked around your throat.

“Jung-koo-” you strangle out as he laughed,

“Jungkook” a voice broke out the grip around your throat loosened, Jungkook turned around to see Namjoon standing in the room, “Jin wants to speak to you”

Jungkook groans in annoyance as he drops you as you fall to the floor, watching him leave as Namjoon looks at you, “Joon thank yo-”

“Don’t get the wrong impression” he bluntly replied as he kneeled down for you “I don’t like to share what’s mine” he growled as he went into bite but stopped.

“Eh i’m not into it” Joon spoke as he then got up from his place on the ground, you however was left in a daze and you couldn’t tell what was going on.

Making your way back to your room, you saw a figure leaning up against one of the walls, you approached with caution until you saw that is was Yoongi.

“Yoongi?” you ask, as he gives you a lazy stare.

“You will die if you stay here” he speaks as you made your way closer to him.

“But what choice do I have Yoongi?” you speak with a worried voice, as you rest your head on his chest.

“Go now” he spoke making you question why was he helping you? He looked down at you before speaking again “now is your chance”

So you jumped at the opportunity. Running back to your room throwing out the suitcase stuffing the case with clothes, within the rush you spot the photo of your suppose dad holding you as a baby, you stop all actions to look at the picture and sit on the bed.

You sigh as you look longingly at the photo, “I need to learn the truth…” you speak as you leave your room to find Yoongi again, you find him sitting on the bay window.

“I see that you didn’t leave” he groaned as you stepped closer to him, you don’t know why but you felt drawn to him.

“It was a rare opportunity and you didn’t take it” he spoke again.

“I wanted to know if you have any information about my father...anything” you spoke quietly as Yoongi continued to look out of the window.

“Jimin told me I was a sacrifice from the church...is that true?”

His eyes gaze upon you as he sighed, “I know nothing” as he got up from his pace taking something out of his back pocket and handing it to you.

“Yoongi what’s this?” you ask as you study the small object in your hands.

“It’s a silver blade, used to kill vampires. Stab it right in the heart”

“But why?”

Yoongi never spoke again as he looked you up and down as he then let the room, you studied the knife in your hands it was a slender blade encased in a iron sleeve with a small jewel on it as it framed the gold handle, it was a pretty blade but why did Yoongi give this to you?

You went back to your room as you now was feeling tired from another productive day of being whisked away by one of the boys, them feeding off of you and trying to get some answers but all you could think about right now was your bed. Walking into the room a voice spoke up.

“You kept me waiting y/n” Jimin spoke as he was laying down on your bed his elbow propped up his head while he bent one leg up, smirking at you.

“Jimin-”

“What’s with the face?” he questioned as he got up from the bed, making his way to you.

“Get out” you grit as he smiles down at you,

“Are you serious? You don’t sound it” Jimin smirks as you try to put on a mean face but clearly Jimin sees right through you. “Look you have Yoongi’s knife, go on Y/n stab me” he jokes making you shocked.

“W-what?” you squeak, as Jimin looks at you with excitement.

“This is an honor y/n clearly to do love me otherwise you would’ve stabbed me by now but a murder to a vampire is seen as a love confession…”

“Your not making sence Jimin” you speak as he then shoves you against the door.

“You and I are alike y/n your hot blood speaks to me like an aroma-”

“Please let go of me-” you beg,

“No matter how much you resist…. Your body will always want me” he purrs as you try to push him off but he holds you tighter.

“Not true!” you spat as he laughs,

“hahaha..y/n don't be shy, you can say it, scream out that you want me, there's no god, there’s no real need to follow the rules. Don’t suppress your true desires” he breathes hotly his breath brushing against your cheeks, making you feel flushed.

“I don’t know why...but I will never submit to you as it goes against my faith” you say confidently as Jimin looks at you and laughs.

“Oh your an interesting one y/n at first I was only interested in drinking your blood. But there is something else I’d like to take from you too.”

#bts #bts au #bts au fanfic #bts fanfction #bts vampire au #bts x reader #bts x you #bts senarios #vampire namjoon #vampire jin #vampire yoongi #vampire jimin #vampire taehyung #vampire jungkook #vampire hoseok #bts bangtan boys

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jupiterparker · 6 years

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Goldfish Part Two (p.p)

Part One

Words count: 1.6k

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: unedited, but thats not new :)

A/N: hope you enjoy!

Request: yes or no

In which -> Peter persuades and drags you to the fair

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An hour or two later, you guys finish the project, parting ways and only acknowledging each other in passing or in class. After all, it wasn’t like you were friends, or at least, you didn’t consider you guys to be friends as much as you wanted to be. So it was especially weird when Peter came up to you with a ticket to the nearby fair after a couple weeks of just nodding to each other.

He had caught you by your locker, and seemed pretty nervous about it. It had looked like he had been pacing back and forth for sometime, as that’s what he had been doing when you turned the corner.

Looking up at you, he finally stopped pacing, and ran his hand though his hair, taking a deep breath to calm down. Once he deemed himself calm enough, he asked “So… Y/N, do you want a ticket to the fair?” You weren’t excepting this at all, but you were definitely confused why Peter was approaching you with a ticket.

“Uhh, sure, are you selling them? How much?” You asked cautiously, lighting scratching your head as you were trying to think if he has mentioned this previously to you and if you just forgot like usual. Nah, probably not, considering that all you did was wave and say hi in the hallways to each other.

“Oh! No, no” Peter replied frantically, shaking his head, “It’s just an extra ticket that I had, that I was curious if you wanted.” You raised an eyebrow, finding the whole thing suspicious, as after all, why would someone give a stranger something free without wanting something in return.

Biting your lip, you weighed your options before finally replying back “Um, then in that case, I’ll take it. But you are sure you don’t need it, right?”

“Yeah! 100 percent, no more like 200 percent!” Peter replied, almost screaming. You winced slightly at the level of enthusiasm, but at least you knew that he was sure.

“Okay then… maybe I can convince my sister to come with me” you let him know, so he could be assured that the ticket wasn’t going to waste.

But it turns out, letting the ticket go to waste was never in his plans, as he clarified saying “Oh, sorry, I didn’t make myself clear, I was hoping that you could come with us”.

“Us as in?” You asked, unsure about who you would be spending the day with.

“Ned, MJ,” he replied back and you fought the urge to smack yourself. Of course that who would be coming, they were his friends, but he wasn’t done yet, “maybe Liz?”

“Oh..” you whispered, as you didn’t really know how to reply, especially to the last part. Liz was coming. And you didn’t understand why that caused a rush of sadness over you. In fact, Liz was super nice to you… and Peter it seems.

But Peter was still waiting for a response, so you snapped out of it shaking your head slightly replying “Sure, that will be fun, when are you guys planning on going? I can meet you guys there.”

“Oh tomorrow after school, and I can take you, its no problem” Peter offered, wanting to make sure you would come. But seeing your hesitation and guilt (because you didn’t want extra work to be done to accommodate you) he added on “Im taking Liz anyways.”

Oh Liz again, are they on a date? Now you really didn’t want to take the ride, so you asked him “If you are sure, I don’t want to intrude on anything”.

“Huh? Oh no, you’re not, don’t worry” Peter assured, smiling at you.

“Sure then-” you started, but stopped once you thought of a way to get out of the ride, “oh wait, I have to go home anyway to make a snack for my sister, but I’m close by the fair anyways, so I’ll just meet you all there?” Peter looked a little glum at that, but nodded anyways as he couldn’t really argue with that.

Ready to leave school, you closed your locker and left, only thinking about how glad you were to have avoided that, as you weren’t really close with all of them yet, even Peter.

Once you reached the fairground, you called out them to grab their attention “You were right where you said you would all be, huh.” Everyone looked in your direction, and you raised your phone up so they could locate you better.

“Of course, where else would we be?” Peter joked once you were closer.

You rolled your eyes at him, and noticed that you were the last one to arrive. “I didn’t make you guys wait did I?” you asked feeling guilty.

“Not at all, I’m glad you could make it!” Liz said, before anyone could even respond, reaching forward to give you a hug. You leaned forward too, accepting the hug as you glanced over at the rest of them.

“So where are we headed first?” You asked everyone, not sure if they already had a game plan or not. It was also your first time at a fair, but you weren’t letting anyone know that.

“We were talking and had some ideas, but what do you want to do?” Peter asked, curious about your response. Unfortunately for you, that meant you had to spill your little secret.

“Well, you see” you started, rocking back and forth, a little nervous, “I’ve never been to any fair, so I have no clue” you confessed, with did startle them a little bit.

Thankfully for you, they just moved on from that, not really teasing you about it. Unknown to you, that was mainly because of Peter, as he had noticed your uncomfortable expression while talking the group, and was currently pinching Ned to stop his laughs and jokes from coming out.

Peter’s eyes lit up once he realized what that meant. “Okay then, its has been decided. Drumroll please!” He paused, flicking everyone off when no one did a drumroll and looked at him like he was being stupid, which he was in your opinion, “Okay, you guys are all spoil sports then. But we are going to the fair games first!” Everyone but you groaned at that, but still followed Peter to the fair games.

On your way there, Ned had moved away from Peter to go walk with Liz and MJ because he didn’t want more pinching, which resulted with you walking along side Peter. Which was a very long walk cause apparently it was on the complete opposite side from where they were.

The walk there was awkward to say the least. Which made sense to you, considering the fact you guys hadn’t really hung out since the project anyways. But right now, you were hoping that he wouldn’t bring up the whole ‘not ever going to the fair before’ thing now that it was just you two.

“So” Peter started, a sly smile creeping onto his face. You groaned at this as you knew luck was not going to be on your side forever, “You’ve never been to the fair before? May I ask why?”

You looked at Peter quickly, your face showing a mild surprise. You were expecting something that was a lot more of teasing, but he seemed genuine about his curiosity. “Just never found time, my sister doesn’t like the idea of the fair, and as a family we would never go to places unless she also liked them” you explained slowly, very aware of the fact that Peter was staring at you throughout the full explantation.

“Your family would take your sister’s preference but not yours? Doesn’t seem fair” Peter commented, his mood a little sour as he did feel bad for you.

Noticing his change in mood, you nudged his shoulder telling him “Hey don’t look so glum, I’m here now aren’t I? Also while it might seem unfair, my sister is the pickiest in the family, and I enjoy seeing her happy. Besides, the fair is literally one of the only things we differ on.” At your explanation, Peter let out a little snort, which caused a sense of relief to arise in you. After all, you would feel terrible if you were the reason why Peter was in such a bad mood in such a bright place.

At this thought, you looked around the fair in slight awe. Sure you’ve seen it from your apartment, but being in the fair, surrounded by such bright and vibrant colors and the smell of the fair food was a complete different experience.

And then you were brought back to the present by Peter with the sound of a camera click. You turned to see Peter looking into the camera display, grinning like a madman. Where he got the camera you had no idea. But as you two continued walking side by side, you strained your neck to look at your picture. However, Peter turned it off before you could look, giving you a smirk, “Its rude to look at other people’s things without permission you know.”

Sighing you waved him off and chose to ignore his comment, instead asking, “So what are we going to do at the fair games then?”

“Win” Peter replied, but the look in his eye told you that there was a catch.

Rolling your eyes, you said“I know that smartass, win what?” as you were curious about the real reason why he had chosen fair games.

Peter smiles at your question, and you knew that you were going to regret asking that. He took your hand and dragged you to the first game, ignoring the calls from his friends and told you, “Some goldfishes.”

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Hyperallergic: Plié Meets Twerk in a Performance of Black Queer Joy

Jumatatu Poe’s “Let ‘im Move You: A Study” (2013/16) and “Let ‘im Move You: This is a Success” (2016) at ICA Philadelphia (all photos by Ryan Collerd)

PHILADELPHIA — Rihanna was blasting through the DJ’s sound system, remixed with Italian prog rock band Goblin’s soundtrack to the 1977 horror masterpiece Suspiria. Two performers emerged from the audience, clad in tiny track shorts and shredded polo shirts emblazoned with hashtag marks in pink tape. They strode onto the small, slightly raised, bare wooden stage, and the shorter one, William Robinson, raised a tin can. In carefully rhythmic, halting steps, he danced across the stage, sprinkling grits as if in sacrament. The pair moved together for a few moments, circling in a sort of shuffle, then stopped. Choreographer and dancer Jumatatu Poe addressed the audience. He noted the institutional setting, the white cube, and the majority white spectators. “I brought some black folks with me, just in case,” he said, as projected video images of around 30 black men and women appeared behind him.

The performance was Jumatatu Poe’s “Let ‘im Move You: A Study” (2013/16) and “Let ‘im Move You: This is a Success” (2016), choreographed with Jermone Donte Beacham and curated by Danielle Goldman as part of ICA Philadelphia’s Endless Shout, a multifaceted exhibition exploring performance and improvisation. In Poe’s work, movements that appeared classical, like a plié, blended seamlessly with voguing, African dance movements, and J-Sette, a tightly choreographed dance style sprung out of black Southern drill teams.

William Robinson and Jumatatu Poe in “Let ‘im Move You: A Study” (2013/16) at ICA Philadelphia

James Blake’s somber ballad “Measurements” began to play. The dancers struck a pose: left foot pointed in front, arms akimbo on the waist. Poe shifted first, pulling his legs apart, swinging his hips wildly, and grinning like a madman. Robinson followed suit, mimicking the movements a moment later, two beautiful black bodies moving in tandem. Their pumping fists and fast, swirling movements were deliberately ill-paced for the slow, melancholy music. Break dance drops, high kicks, heads pulled back in the ecstasy of a self-caress, ingratiating bows with steepled hands — each move made clear that these were performative gestures of joy. That we, the predominantly white audience, were consuming and exoticizing their bodies, as white people have consumed black bodies, for entertainment and gain, for hundreds of years.

In the postmodern cauldron of cultural references Poe draws from, J-Sette emerges as the most overtly political choice. In a 2013 interview with the Pew Center for Arts and Heritage, Poe discusses his discovery of J-Sette on YouTube and his fascination with what he describes as “this huge, combustive energy in these really small spaces.” He first found videos of Beacham “dancing in the garage, the living room with the table pushed back, the kitchen sometimes, or in the bedroom, behind the bed.” The domestic scale of the choreography coupled with its eruptive gyrations had Poe considering its origins in the black South. He ruminated on the tight spaces involved with the service work that people of color in the South often do, and the emotional labor that work demands, drawing lines between it and dance through the performance of joy for others. It’s rare to see an artist smile during a performance, but Poe and Robinson were both grinning throughout, exuding a sly gaiety that that they wielded like a knife, a weapon to disarm viewers.

William Robinson and Jumatatu Poe in “Let ‘im Move You: A Study” (2013/16) at ICA Philadelphia

The music cut suddenly and sharply as the dancers continued moving in offset synchronization. Poe and Robinson broke off in separate directions. The latter affixed his hands to the wall, while the former wove through the crowd. He placed his foot on a bench, and a woman seated on it slid over to accommodate him. Both dancers leaned into the wall and twerked to a spoken rhythm: gaga-gaga-ga-ga, gaga-ga-gaga-gagaaa. They then moved back to the stage, got on the floor, entwined their legs, threw off their shirts, and jerked down their pants. Bare assed, they fitfully twerked with labored breaths as a thin keyboard organ played against the sound of a metronome, worlds away from the previous R&B remixes.

Poe and Robinson performed an iteration of the same piece last summer on a stretch of 52nd Street near Baltimore Avenue, deep in West Philly. 52nd Street was once considered the “Main Street” of West Philadelphia. It was a center for jazz, shopping, and black culture until it fell into a spiraling decline in the 1980s and ’90s, when it became better known for crime than culture. In a panel after the ICA performance, Poe described the experience of dancing there in contrast to dancing at ICA, on the campus of the University of Pennsylvania, an institution historically rife with white supremacy; he spoke of the street’s summer heat, the homophobic jeers, and pushing, pushing through the performance. That version of the piece was sans nudity, but with plenty of booty popping.

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Toward the end of the video documenting the work, a woman appears in the doorway of the Chinese restaurant they’re dancing in front of and crosses her arms disapprovingly. Everything from the grime on the sidewalk to the diegetic noise of passing cars seems hostile. It was an action that carried real personal risk. Poe spoke about “circumnavigating expectations” with his work, and indeed, “Let ‘im Move You: A Study and This is a Success” is a strange, eclectic mixture that has roots in many cultural traditions, but no true home. The work changes with the context of each space it’s performed in and with each audience it’s performed for. Poe challenges viewers by confronting them simultaneously with pleasure and with a self-awareness of their gazes meeting his black, queer body.

Robinson got up, and Poe kneeled in front of him. Hands out stiff in a near embrace, they shared breaths as Robinson slowly sank into Poe’s lap. They rocked each other back and forth, sharing breaths, touching lips, but not kissing. “Do you want not to know me?” Robinson asked into Poe’s slightly open mouth. “I want not to know you,” replied Poe into Robinson’s. A few more mumbled exchanges. “Let us dissolve into one another.”

Beacham appeared and stood behind them. Still locked in an embrace, they arched their backs away from each other, and Beacham pulled a chartreuse henley over Poe’s head. He placed a dark green jersey over Robinson’s head. Still clutching each other, they moved into the audience. Beacham pulled off their track shorts and dressed them in pants leg by leg. Flinging themselves back against the wall, hands stretched out, the dancers reached for each other. The DJ, Zen Jefferson, stepped away from his booth and, sharpie in hand, traced their profiles gesturing in eternal longing. They moved, and the line followed them. Robinson walked away and melted into the audience. This marked the end of the first piece.

Jumatatu Poe, William Robinson, and Jermone Donte Beacham in Jumatatu Poe’s “Let ‘im Move You: A Study” (2013/16) and “Let ‘im Move You: This is a Success” (2016) at ICA Philadelphia

A throbbing beat picked up, a remix of Erykah Badu’s “Trill Friends.” The ICA transformed from a rarified art gallery into a club. Now Poe and Beacham danced together, smiling and twirling. Step to the left, hands up, folded on top of the head, point out, turn, hands up again, hands on hips, twirl. Poe took out his smartphone and posed, Beacham just behind him. They grinned for the screen — he was taking live video. Jubilant, he pranced around the room, weaving his roving video selfie through the crowd, which shifted to accommodate his whims. We watched him watching himself. He exited the gallery, and everyone craned their necks, wondering, should we follow? All rules had been broken. Anything was possible here. He returned momentarily, put the phone away, and swept into a pose with Beacham on the stage. They turned away from each other and faced the crowd.

Poe locked eyes with me and approached, a toothy smile painted on his face. I held his gaze, wondering when it would break, wondering if I was about to become part of the performance — but of course, I already was. It was utterly infectious, and I couldn’t help but grin back. He looked out across the room and picked four members of his ensemble who’d been embedded in the audience. They joined him on the stage and writhed together to Ciara’s “I’m Out,” then snaked through the audience. The floor vibrated with beats and electricity.

Jumatatu Poe’s “Let ‘im Move You: This is a Success” (2016) at ICA Philadelphia

The group danced out of the gallery to a remix of Beyoncé’s “Sorry,” heading onto the landing, lassoing with their arms as they moved down the ICA stairs and into the lobby. The performance was boundless, breaking the fourth wall, transgressing the space of the stage, then the gallery, and ultimately the viewer’s voyeuristic pleasure. This time, the audience followed, enraptured and watching from the balcony. Arms raised in a final movement, the dancers finished, as waves upon waves of raucous applause were showered upon them.

Jumatatu Poe’s “Let ‘im Move You: This is a Success” (2016) at ICA Philadelphia

Jumatatu Poe’s “Let ‘im Move You: A Study” and “Let ‘im Move You: This is a Success” were performed at the Institute of Contemporary Art (University of Philadelphia, 118 S 36th Street) on January 22. Endless Shout continues through March 19.

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