(not the one showing tongue for once)

Morning Wood

                                  ‘Jung Hoseok loves your mouth’ 

Featuring: Jhope/Hoseok (bts)
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1.1k

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A/N: Sorry it took so long, I tried to finish this before my vacation but that obviously didn’t happen lol. Please enjoy!


Jung Hoseok loves your mouth.

 A proven fact.

 He loves when your mouth opens wide as you try desperately to contain your laughter.

 He loves when your mouth connects with his in an intimate kiss. A kiss that steals his breath away and has him becoming light headed. Just a swipe of your tongue along his bottom lip has him singing hymns of your name.

 He loves how your mouth releases a string of profanities, whether it be from you screaming in his face or because his head is nestled between your legs.

 He loves your mouth covered in powdered sugar, lips upturned with a giddy smile as he wipes the residue from your lips with the pad of his thumb.

 He loves when your mouth juts out into a pout, whining his name when he isn’t compliant with your wishes. Or when you are lying in bed, breasts pressed up against his sturdy back, and lips just barely grazing the skin of his neck. Your steady breaths causing the tiny hairs on his neck to stand up.

 But the place he loves your mouth the most, is around his rigid cock.

 Hoseok is no stranger to the wonders of what an overactive imagination and a high libido can do. He’s found himself sporting a boner in the early mornings more times than he’d like to admit. It was never a problem when he was alone though, no. He’d gently rub himself through his boxers teasingly, just the way he liked. Not giving himself anymore friction until precum leaked through.

 With you in the bed, was a whole other issue. He always woke up before you and found it easiest to stealthily slip from your hold and into the bathroom. Hoseok took every precaution, leaving the sink running and making sure all of his emission made it into the toilet. He knows you’d have no problem helping him out, but he can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt whenever he entertains the idea of disturbing your slumber. So he’ll settle for his hand instead of your wet warm-

 Hoseok’s eyes flutter open at the dull heat bubbling up in his lower stomach. The first thing he sees is your small hand wrapped around his shaft, tongue generously licking around his swollen tip. The light filtering through the drapes hits you at an angle that makes you look celestial, causing him to groan at the sight.

 “Oh! You’re up.” You say, looking at him through your thick lashes. Like you didn’t have a handful of his cock in your hand. This made him growl lowly.

 You dip your tongue into his slit, garnering a positive reaction as he sucks in a breath, gripping the sheets. You love how easy it is to get Hoseok riled up. Just a mere swipe of the tongue had his breath becoming ragged. His hips were bucking up into your fist needily, loving the cat and mouse game that ensued between the tips of his dick and your tongue.

 “P-please baby, use your mouth more.” He cooed out to you, running an encouraging hand through your hair.

 He didn’t have to tell you twice before your mouth was engulfing his whole length. The stretch, made your jaw ache, but all that was ignored in favor of tuning in on his muffled cries, thighs shaking on either side of you.

 You look up to him, eyes lidded with lust and keep his gaze locked with yours as you fully slide him into your mouth, until his tip is but a hair’s breadth away from tickling your uvula. You let out a muffled purr at the feel of his heat pulsating onto your tongue before sliding him the rest of the way.

 You move to take him out for some air but Hoseok has other plans. He holds your head down, cautiously thrusting into your mouth. Your gagging accompanied by the sloppy noises your mouth makes on his slick cock is like music to his ears and pre-cum dribbles from his tip, some of it spilling out of your mouth and onto his balls.

 Once he loses the strength to hold your head down, you take over, bobbing your head up and down quickly in hopes of pushing him to release. It went on like this for a little, with you deep throating him and taking little breaks for air before jumping back on his dick.

 The sight of you, with drool dripping down your chin, eyes nearly rolled back, and the erotic angle of you on your knees, butt poked out behind you was just too much for poor Hoseok to handle. He deemed it too early for such a view, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it.

 You moaned around him, sending tantalizing vibrations through the nerve endings lining his spine and toes, sending his back arching into your touch, but you weren’t done just yet. Your hands moved down to cup him warm balls, gently moving them around in your hand, all while swallowing around him. The feel of your throat constricting around him has his shaft pulsing inside of you. 

He was so close, you knew it.

 He pushes at your shoulder to get you up, and you comply, moving to sit on your haunches.

 “O-on your tongue baby, okay?” Hoseok stands so his crotch is level with your face, violently jerking at his length in front of your face.

 “Okay, Hobi.” You stick your tongue out, giving him encouraging little flicks while he works himself to orgasm. You don’t wait long because with a guttural moan, his seed is spurting out onto your tongue in ivory ribbons. You make sure to take all of it, not letting a single drop go to waste.

 Hoseok rides out the last little aftershocks of his orgasm rubbing his length along your cum coated tongue as he slowly retracts back into his skin once more. “Can you swallow all of that for me baby?”

 You eagerly waited for this command and in one gulp you swallowed his essence. The feeling of the sticky substance steadily trickling down your throat. Once you were sure it was all gone you opened your mouth to show him that there was in fact, no more traces of his passion in your mouth.

 He leans down to press a solid kiss to your mouth, licking your lips in the process.

 “Damn baby, with a mouth like that how am I not supposed to brag to the guys about how talented my girlfriend is.” He pats your head in approval and you can’t help but show him a brilliant smile that looked like you drowned in sunshine.

While The Boys Are Away | Bobby [M]

Originally posted by sugutie

Anonymous said: Could I request a smut bobby? Where it’s your first time sleeping together? Thank you!

Anonymous said: can I request Bobby smut where you guys have been dating for a while and have the first time at his dorm when no ones over but nearly get caught at the end💜

Warning: Fluffy smut. Oral, cunnilingus, and very vanilla sex.

Word Count: 3,266


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Enrique’s recommended cartoon list

The Amazing World of Gumball

A love letter to animation through and through! Using CGI, traditional animation, flash, stop motion, puppets, clay animation, among others, a show solely created to exploit and push the possibilities this wonderful medium offers, with top-notch tongue-in-cheek humor alongside more slapstick one, that can make you feel when itself to do so in ways that never feel manipulative, the best from both Europe and America.

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Like Gumball, another love letter to animation, but with the added bonus that it’s also a love letter to classic horror films; very surreal, experimental at times, with a writing that can take you anywhere, from scaring the shit out of you, leave you uneasy, leave you uncomfortable, to just downright bittersweet feelings that never once feel forced or hamfisted, the only Cartoon Network show that has ever been nominated to an Oscar. 

Ed, Edd & Eddy

It’s surreal as fuck and it captures the feel of the old, golden era shows from the 30′s and 40′s, plus it has the best ending of a cartoon I’ve ever seen.

Harvey Beaks

It’s cute, it’s uniquely animated, it’s chock full of great characters, and it will constantly remind you of how great it was being a kid; plus, it has the thirstiest, gayest fucking bunny rabbit you’ll ever see, and you will love every second of his appearances. It’s the purest cartoon you’ll ever get to see!

King of the Hill

Relatable characters, relatable storylines, absurd situations that nevertheless always feel real enough, an MC that couldn’t be more different than us, and yet we one way or the other end up identifying with, one fo the very few adult cartoons that don’t have to rely on violence or sex to convey a mature feeling.

Star vs the Forces of Evil

Basically, america taking the magical girls genre from Japan, and just doing it right. The animation goes to shit around mid-season 1, but it recovers in season 2, the writing, however, just improves. One of the very few shows to pull off romance right, and with a constant knack at game-changing events after each season, a true example of how to do overarching plots that actually respect the audience. 

Rick and Morty

Basically everything Futurama ever wanted to be: A love letter to sci fi, with dark yet compelling storylines that are always fun as fuck, fundamentally broken characters that continually evolve without losing their essences, gracious violence, lack of reliance on tired tropes, and surprisingly emotional moments that never feel out of place nor forced. 

Golan the Insatiable.

Uniquely animated, with a very bizarre, borderline ADHD writing that nonetheless always keeps it entertaining, a pity it’s so short.

Samurai Jack

While the current season is the best animated series I’ve ever seen period, the older seasons are just a great, if much more lighthearted and a bit unfocused (mostly due to the old setup of stand-alone episodes), and while it’s true you can watch the new episodes without watching the older ones, as the season has been designed to be enjoyed like that, you can get a much better view of Jack and his current struggles by knowing what he already went through and how he used to tackle his old challenges, which makes the new ones much more striking.

Edit: Having finished season 5, I must say, the first half is still the best animated series I’ve seen period, the second, however, now belongs in the mentions with an *.

Wander Over Yonder

The closest we got to a return of the old slapstick-era cartoons of the golden age, at first a bit superficial, but as the series progresses you learn to love all of its characters, which all go through their own character arcs, alongside a big overarching plot that spans the entire second season, with an excellent ending worthy of its legacy. 

The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

An everpresent dark humor that never takes itself too seriously, broken unlikable characters you will learn to love, a constant improvement in the animation as the show moves forward, an expanded secondary cast that help bring a breath of fresh air to the formula, and just plain awesome movies and crossovers. 

Clarence

A completely slice of life show that just works! Sure, the MC can get annoying, and the first season relies too heavily on gross-out humor, but from the second season the show finds its footing, with characters that are just filled with personality, settings that vary from mundane to just complete bizarre and yet always feel like part of the same universe, and plots that just serve to remind you how it felt to be a kid. Plus, there’s a teacher character that’s completely broken, and yet she always ends up being the most competent character of them all!

And finally, special mentions with a big asterisk:

The Loud House

At its core, it’s a great, unique show with a diverse cast of characters and an interesting animation that while simplistic, has a ton of charm, and when its properly exploited, is fun as hell, but sadly, more often that not it falls into old, tired tropes, making it a frustrating chore to watch, and so far those episodes outnumber the good ones, so it’s still a mixed bag.

Gravity Falls

Everyone and their mom will tell you this is the greatest cartoon ever made, but once you disregard the “muh deepest lore” and “muh mysteries”, it kinda falls apart, mainly due to an overfocus on the first MC, Dipper, heavily distracting from most of the lore in many episodes, the complete flanderization of the second MC, Mabel, originally a great character with tons of charm that eventually devolves into a selfish bastard that never learns from her mistakes or faces consequences for her actions, and finally, a lackluster second half of the final season that kinda throws away all the build-up lore and mysteries. 

Phineas and Ferb

Great songs, great characters, very creative settings, and a fucking Top Gear’s trio cameo! But man if the formula just gets old, some of the songs are just god-awful, and many neat concepts and characters get terribly underused in favor of the same old tropes. Plus the simplistic designs of the main characters tend to clash a lot with the more polished ones found in later seasons. 

I got tired of the submissions from people who are on good terms with the Crows, and appear to think that this is an easy thing to be. The Crows are just as frightening as the Gentry, in many ways. If you start to think of them as safe, or trivialise their regard by assuming you can buy it with minor things - scraps of food and respectful nods that cost you little to nothing - then you are going to have a very bad time.

Thus, as a public service; a trilogy of anecdotes:

The first thing they tell you about the Crows is this: Some say that if they love you they will lead you home, no matter how far you have wandered. But the crows do not love many.

Once, there was a student who paid faithful tribute to the Court of Crows. She offered food and trinkets at noon each day, and sang to them when the moon was full. She presumed herself safe, that she had bought the shade of their sheltering wings.

Then she watched as her roommate, her dearest friend, was Taken out from under one of the Crows trees. In her furious grief she swore revenge, but with summer break just around the corner, her friends thought she’d get over it. That she’d cool her head.

She came back with a shotgun, and a box full of neatly-stacked shells, and her friends and fellow students paid the price for it. Those were a bad few days. People lost friends.

No-one ever saw her again, or a body. But Jim from down the hall swears up and down the janitor came away with a bucket full of red water.

Do not anger the Crows. Do not presume their favour. It is theirs alone to grant, and they owe you nothing.

Once there was a student who took heed of the stories of the Crows. He left them offerings and read them poems, and this they tolerated, though they never showed him special favour.

He grew resentful of this lack, and stepped up his efforts. He bought them lavish gifts; outcompeting those who left them food or trinkets. He praised them during his breaks, striving to outdo those who simply nodded with respect. Every time they fluttered and shifted on their branches without gracing him with affection, his ugly fury grew.

Iron and salt stop only the Gentry. He found a feather on his pillow one morning, jet black and ragged-edged and stained with blood. Rather than taking this as a warning and a caution, he showed it to all who would look; let words boil out of his mouth that put form to what he felt he deserved. The next night, he dreamed of harsh croaks and cold air, and sharp beaks pecking out his eyes and tongue.

He woke up blind and mute, never to covet them again.

Do not insult the Crows. Do not try to buy their favour. It is not a thing to be sold, and you are entitled to nothing.

Once there was a student who was Taken by the Gentry. He laboured under Their affections until they released him into Elsewhere; uncaring as to his fate. Knowing what would befall him if he lingered, he searched desperately for a route that would lead him home.

A black shape took wing from the trees above him, and thinking himself safe, he sobbed in relief. He had always paid his respects to the Crows, and now he wept with joy and promised them much if they would lead him back to safer lands. More came, and he followed the ever-growing flock deeper and deeper down forest paths.

Eventually, he reached a clearing where the bare earth was dyed crimson. Human bones lay scattered on the ground, pecked clean of flesh. The flock settled all about him, and at last he remembered.

Not for nothing is a group of crows named a murder.

Do not rely on the Crows. Do not ask for their favour. They are neither safe nor tame, and they are bound by nothing.

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BTS Reaction to Their Girlfriend Secretly Being a Badass Rapper

(A/N): Oh, good lord this request is amazing. x’D. Thank you, anon.

Kim Seokjin-

The moment you opened your mouth to rap, his jaw would drop. He would be in shock. Did such degradation, such foul language, and such roughness come from his cute little girlfriend? NO! He refused to believe it.

“ Was that /really/ you, jagiya??!” 

Originally posted by yoongichii

Min Yoongi-

This boy would be pleasantly surprised when you showed him your secret talent. You went from his cute muffin to his sexy baby in 0.3 seconds and he loved it. He would rub it in the other members’ faces a lot, but wouldn’t let you show them since he said that your “tongue technology” was only for him.

“Wah… I guess I’m not the only one with a fast tongue in this relationship~.”

Originally posted by cyyphr

Jung Hoseok- 

Freak out! Hobi would be a literal mess once he found out how you turned from this cute little thing to a badass rapper. In a way you kind of reminded him of himself when he got a little too much into rapping on stage. Unlike Yoongi, he would drag you around the dorms and make you show all the members your “hidden talent” as he put it.

“Baby, show hyung what you just showed me.” *When you showed the other members he’d begin jamming out*

Originally posted by yoonseok

Kim Namjoon-

He’d be gone. No way in hell did his cute baby girl just chew him out through a rap. His eyes would bulge at you and he’d make you do it again so he could record you on his phone. He would then go on and on about how you and him need to make a song together.

“Oh my god, baby. I need to have you in a song. Please?”

Originally posted by rapnamu

Park Jimin- 

When you went from literal squish to holy shit, he would finally understand the pain you always told him about. He had always wondered what you meant when you told him that he was a whole other person on stage, but now he finally understood, and holy crap. He would give you a shocked expression before breaking out in a smile. 

“Ah, you’re cute and sexy all at the same time. You’re going to make my heart explode, jagi. “

Originally posted by minspink

(Does anyone else get distracted by the bunny Kookie in this gif? Like he just pops up all smiley and cute XD )

Kim Taehyung- 

Tae would become a little bit jealous. How could you, the most adorable, cute, sweet girl he has ever met in his entire life become one of the best female rappers he had ever heard? After you showed him, he would begin to pout and mope around the house until you spoiled him in hugs and kisses.

*He whines* “It’s not fair, babe.. I want to be really good at rapping too.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jeon Jungkook-

You just got 100 times cooler in this boy’s eyes. The moment you broke into a rap he literally began to fanboy. Of course he loved your cute side to the moon and back, but this badass side you had shown made him almost bust a nut.

“HOLY SHITTTT” *He watched you in awe before freaking out and dancing.*

Originally posted by minsugabuns

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Shower Time Confessions

Summary: Castiel was a virgin whenever you took him under your wing and decided to show him all of the ways you could pleasure each other - you just didn’t expect to fall in love along the way.

A/N: I know, I know! I said I’d have this up last night. I kind of…passed out. heheh

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), language, fluff that hurts sooo good.

Word Count: 1.3k

Originally posted by magnificent-winged-beast

Mmm, Cas, yes..” you trailed off as your hands threaded into the dark brown locks that belonged to the angel between your thighs.

L-left,” you whimpered, guiding his head to your right and his left so that his tongue drug across your folds perfectly- “fuuck, right there… oh god.

You cried out as his tongue swiped up and down, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him as your orgasm washed you over only a second later, your throbbing sex exploding with the intense pleasure you’d been chasing after for the last hour before Cas pulled away.

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Originally posted by tylerjosephappreciation

You were dating Josh for six months when you found out just how kinky he really was. You were sitting on the sofa of the bus, scrolling through apps on your phone when Josh and Tyler enter the bus; Tyler sprawls out on the opposite sofa, pulling the brim of his hat down to cover his eyes while he gets comfortable. Josh sits besides you and immediately urges you to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs.

You give him a look, as if to warn him that you aren’t comfortable doing anything with Tyler still in the room; Josh simply chuckles, pulling you towards him to kiss you fiercely. You can’t help but give in to his kisses, unable to say no to the way his lips feel on yours. When his hands slide up the back of your shirt, catching the hooks of your bra, you set your hands to his shoulders, pushing back from him.

“Josh,” you whisper, quickly peeking over your shoulder to glance at Tyler, who was still hidden behind the brim of his hat. “This isn’t appropriate.”

“He doesn’t care,” Josh responds softly, hands still attempting to unhook your bra. You press harder against his shoulders, pinning them to the back of the sofa; you give him a hard glare, as a last warning. Josh groans, and rolls his eyes, tipping his head to peer past you. “Tyler,” he says, catching the younger man’s attention. “Do you care if I eat her out right here?”

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The Flying Graysons

Prompt: Batmom meets Dick Grayson.
A/N: This is the first part of my new series, which is mainly about Batmom meeting the batkids. I’m going in order, so Jason is next!

When you first heard that Haly’s Circus was coming to Gotham, you had immediately begged Bruce to go with you.

It’s been ages since the last time you both did anything fun. Usually, you’d only go out in public for galas and charity balls, but now that the circus was in town, there was no way you’re missing out on it.

Luckily for you, Bruce gave in to your begging, much to your satisfaction.

“Bruce, come on!” You ushered, pulling on his arm to try and make him walk faster.

Bruce chuckled, “The show doesn’t even start until 7:30, and it’s not even seven yet.” He said, amused by your eagerness.

The billionaire knew exactly why you were so excited. Today might be your only chance to see the Flying Graysons up close and personal. Ever since little Richard joined in on his family’s performances, the act had gotten more popular, and you were one of their biggest fans.

“We need to get good seats.” You said, trying to defend yourself.

Your husband gave you a ‘really?’ look. “Did you suddenly forget who you’re married to?” He asked teasingly.

You stuck out your tongue childishly and continued to drag him closer and closer to the large tent.

As soon as you were inside, you picked the seats closest to the front and sat down happily.

There were already several people inside waiting for the show to start, some of them even pulled out their phones and started to not-so-subtly take pictures of you and Bruce once they caught sight of Gotham’s most famous couple.

Bruce wrapped his arm around your shoulders and started to whisper random things in your ear.

One of the main reasons why he even agreed to go with you was because of the publicity, which sounded bad but you understood. He was the Batman. The more Bruce Wayne went out in public with his wife, the less people were suspicious of him.

Time flew by fast as more and more civilians entered the tent. You caught sight of familiar faces such as those of the Drakes and their young son, Tim.

You weren’t particularly close to them, but Tim was just so adorable. So when he waved and smiled toothily at you, you couldn’t help smile and wave back.

A minute later, the ringmaster appeared and you looked up at Bruce with an excited grin. He affectionately smiled back down, happy to see that you were happy.

You watched in wonder as the opening acts came out and performed. Though you hadn’t exactly came here for them, their performances still had you blown you away.

When the ringmaster finally announced the Flying Graysons, the whole tent bursted into cheers.

You and Bruce watched as the family took their place atop the trapeze.

After seeing how small Dick Grayson actually was, you couldn’t help but worry about his safety, even though you knew acrobatics was probably second nature to him.

The crowd cheered loudly in amazement as Dick started the performance off with his famous “Quadruple Flip of Doom,” a maneuver that only the Grayson family was able to perfect.

You sighed in relief and clapped as Dick swung to safety, causing Bruce to chuckle amusingly. Seeing you so worried about a child’s wellbeing brought a warm feeling in his chest. ‘She would be an amazing mother,’ he noted.

John and Mary Grayson, Dick’s parents, prepared to attempt a simultaneous triple flip.

The two acrobats smiled lovingly at each other before swinging out together, earning ‘oohs’ from the crowd.

Everyone waited for the two to land, but they never did.

Not even a second later, you and Bruce heard a terrifying snap. The both of you immediately tried to find where the noise was coming from, but in the end all you could do was watch in horror as the two Graysons plummeted several stories to their deaths.

Screams erupted and many began to rush out of the tent, not even giving a second glance back at the scene before them.

It was like a switch flipped in your head. Your eyes instinctively sought for Dick, who had been watching from above with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without even thinking, you ran from Bruce’s side and climbed up the ladder while ignoring his calls for you. Your first priority was the hysterical boy grieving all by himself.

Once you reached the top, Dick’s head snapped from his parents’ bloodied bodies to you.

The pain in his eyes reminded you of Bruce’s right after his own parents’ deaths.

Your lips quivered at how utterly broken he looked.

You knew you couldn’t offer him much, but what you could give him was comfort.

No words needed to be spoken as you bent down in front of him and embraced him in the tight hug. He wrapped his shaky arms around you, crying excessively into your shoulder.

You could care less about the tears and snot getting on your expensive clothes. The only thing that mattered was the sobbing boy in your arms

Chatting (By Other Means)

MariChat May 13th: SIN

(ao3)

Sequel: Link

Summary: Flattery gets Chat somewhere.


Marinette couldn’t help but think that Chat’s behavior lately was patently unfair. His complete disregard for her heart was beginning to chip away what little resistance she had to his, admittedly silly, charm. What was she supposed to do when he told her she was amazing, cute, and a thousand other things? She may have been used to his compliments as Ladybug, but that was as Ladybug. She didn’t really feel like Marinette deserved the kind of flattery Chat was bestowing on her. Which was probably why it had such an effect on her in the first place.

It was also the reason she was where she was: Pressing Chat Noir back against her desk as she pressed her lips to his.

Really, she was just angry that Chat had the audacity to steal her heart. She had spent so long trying to guard it as Ladybug that she should have known better. She thought that, as Marinette, she wouldn’t have to worry about Chat and his Chattiness. So, when Chat showed up for the hundredth time with that stupidly attractive grin on his face and a compliment on his lips she thought the best course of action was to shut him up preemptively.

Which, in retrospect, was probably the biggest mistake she could make if she wanted her heart back.

Especially when he started kissing her back.

She felt her breath hitch as he pressed his lips harder into hers. She could feel his hands as they moved to her sides to lightly hold her. His long nails bit into her skin through her clothes. Her own hands were still on his chest from when she had pushed him towards her desk. Chat had his eyes closed and Marinette closed her own as soon as he she felt him try to deepen the kiss further. They bumped their noses together as they continued kissing.

She tried to deepen the kiss even further by asking for entrance with her tongue, but instead he parted their lips. She whimpered slightly at the sudden loss of contact. They both opened their eyes as they panted; out of breath from kissing.

Her breath hitched when she noticed the desire shining in his eyes.

A smirk pulled at his lips. Just as he was opening his mouth to undoubtedly say something embarrassing she closed the distance and resealed his lips with her own. With her eyes already closed she missed Chat’s eyes widening and a soft pliant look overtaking them. Closing his eyes once more Chat tugged the girl even closer to him. Close enough for them to feel their chests touching. The only thing between them her hands.

Marinette flushed further, but instead of retreating she gently pressed her tongue against his lips. Chat answered her request by slipping his tongue into her mouth. She shivered at the feeling of his tongue battling with hers. She whined when he abruptly pulled back only to giggle when he started to place light kisses on her cheeks and nose.

He pulled away from her face and grinned.

Marinette felt a little bit of dread. If she didn’t do something he would probably ruin everything with some comment about cats and tongues. To stop him she quickly moved towards him to start planting her own kisses on his face. First she placed gentle kisses to his cheeks that could almost be mistaken for a normal greeting, if it weren’t for how wet her lips were from them kissing. Next, she pressed a gentle kiss to his nose and then giggled when it scrunched up cutely.

Chat pouted at her giggling and quickly moved to put a stop to it. She squeaked as he pulled her close once more and positively melted when he pressed his lips back into hers. This kiss was rougher than the earlier ones as Chat sought to make her come undone. His tongue was eagerly accepted back into her mouth as she moaned. Embarrassed by the sound Marinette was surprised by the slight purring noise she earned from Chat in return. Emboldened by the purring Marinette didn’t hesitate to show her appreciation by running her hands up and down his chest.

Chat meanwhile was attempting to get more moans out of her. He moved his hands slowly down her sides before taking her hips in a firm grip. The moan he got for that made him purr even louder.

They suddenly broke apart when they both heard Marinette’s mother call for her. A look of relief was shared when they both realized she was shouting from below and hadn’t come up to find them smacking lips.

Realizing he needed to go Chat glanced towards the hatch. She gestured that it was fine and he could leave. With a final look of regret at having to leave so suddenly Chat pressed a lingering and gentle kiss to her brow and then bid her farewell.

Marinette sighed as she watched him disappear. At least she had succeeded in stopping him from talking.

As she headed down to help her mother one last thought got stuck in her head.

Would kissing him next time work to stop him again? She smirked. Well, there was only one way to find out.

She couldn’t wait to see if it worked next time as well.

anonymous asked:

So I've been thinking about carpool karaoke with Harry lately and I was wondering if you could do a little blurb about it?? Like y/n and Harry on a road trip just singing every song that played and him laughing at how terrible of a singer you are but like still loving you. It should be so cute and fluffy that I wanna vomit ya know?? Love you!!

Susie you should write a blurb about Harry’s girl taking charge in the bedroom!

Joined these two.  This was fun.  Bit of a surprise in here.  Haven’t written that scenario before.  Enjoy.

The trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas was around four hours.  When Harry suggested a quick road trip and a weekend together in Vegas, you could hardly resist.  It would be the only real time together the two of you had been able to get since his solo CD had been released.

His tour was slated to start in three weeks, this gig in Vegas was strictly a fan thing.  The car was packed with the necessary food haul for a road trip though it was modified because both you and Harry were health freaks.  So instead of the standard junk food there was a cooler full of water, fruit and a nut/berry concoction Harry swore was better than sex.  You’d just have to see about that, you told him with wiggled eyebrows.

And you were off.  The first hour had been easy conversation about all the things the two of you had missed about each other’s lives while Harry had been gone promoting.  Your new job, his offer for his own record company, you made it to five mile runs without stopping, he’d graduated to being able to deadlift close to 350 lbs.  It was discussions like these that you missed the most.  Nothing important was being said yet everything important was being said.  This was the good stuff.  The things about Harry that no one else knew but you.  Mundane details that were insignificant but made up who he was.  All the reasons you loved him.

You thumbed through your Spotify, smiling to yourself when you connected your phone to his truck’s Bluetooth and turned on your roadtrip playlist.

Harry looked over at you,

“What’s this?”

“I made it special.  When you suggested a roadtrip I knew we had to have music.  What roadtrip is complete without music.”

Harry reached over to squeeze your hand,

“Very true, My Love.”

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Down For The Count: Min Yoongi

Prompt:  Jungkook/Taehyung/Jimin/Namjoon/Hoseok/Yoongi/Seokjin

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word  Count:

Warning: 800

**Other smuts on my other blog

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Scratch - Part 1 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N:  I’ve been wanted to write this for the longest time, and the movie Friends with Benefits was on so I took it as a sign that it was time to write it. I already have the next few parts written and ready to post, so if y’all like it you won’t have to wait long for the next part.

Warnings: light smut I guess


“Can I just be brutally honest for the next few minutes,” I ask Steve leaning back in the chair opposite of his desk.

“When aren’t you,” Steve laughs not looking up from the reports he was looking over.

“I miss sex,” I say. Steve clears his throat and sets down the papers before looking up at me with a raised brow. “I’m serious,” I say. “Being an Avenger is great and everything, but you have no idea how much it has interfered with my sex life.”

“And why are you telling me this,” Steve asks.

“Because you are my best friend,” I smile. “And I know you can relate.”

“Why is that,” he asks.

“Because as your best friend I know that you haven’t gotten a good lay in a much longer time than me.”

“Well that’s just how this line of work is,” Steve sighs. “There is no time for a relationship.”

“I don’t need a relationship Steve,” I frown. “I just need a really good lay every once in a while. You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never wished there didn’t have to be an emotional connection for you to get one out of your system.”

“Like a booty call,” Steve asks.

“I’m surprised you know what that is,” I raise an eyebrow, “but no, not really a booty call, but something similar. Something like friends with benefits.”

“The benefits being sex?”

“Yes exactly,” I grin. “You said so yourself, in this line of work there is no time for relationships, all I want is a friend who would do me a favor every once in a while, and by favor I mean sex.”

“Do you really think you can find some one to fit the bill?”

“I have someone in mind that will be perfect for the position,” I smile standing up and walking around to Steve’s side of the desk.

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Innocent Doctor? (Part 1).

As requested, a dom!spencer multi-fic for you! (Dom!Aaron multi-fic can be found here)

Not too much dom!Spencer in this but hey, it’s definitely there. On the other hand…..Part 2 is going to be a killer hahah. Please let me know if you want to be untagged for this series lovelies!

Warnings: oral sex


Originally posted by stallingdemons

The doctors low growls were silenced as he slammed the door behind him, groaning slightly in annoyance as he rested his hands against the table. The deep tones of his voice made Y/N’s breath hitch in the back of her throat, dark eyes fixated on the frustrated man as she shifted subtly, thighs pressed together firmly. Spencer exhaled through his nose before glancing up at the intern, eyes intensely observing her reddening cheeks as she dropped his gaze, fingers fumbling with the ends of her hair nervously.

“He’s tough to break.” Spencer uttered but Y/N simply nodded in response, not trusting herself to form coherent words as she cleared her throat slightly in attempt to rid herself of her inappropriate thoughts regarding her temporary co-worker. Though, her mind wouldn’t let go of the way his voice sent shivers down her spine, his dark eyes sending her into frenzy or the way his jaw clenched and muscles tightened when he grew frustrated. However, her thoughts were quickly halted when his soft voice interrupted her but when she adverted his attention to him, she didn’t realise he had moved inches in front of her.

“Earth to Y/N?” He murmured, smirking devilishly when she glanced up at him with blown pupils, cheeks painted pink.

“Ah, sorry. What is it?” Y/N replied, voice cracking slightly as Spencer chuckled lowly, inching towards her gradually.

“Come with me, I have some things to show you.” Spencer ordered, voice merely a whisper as he briefly brushed her hair away from her blushing face, his hot breath making her inhale sharply as she unthinkingly glanced down at his lips.

“I-I thought you were supposed to be teaching-” Y/N began, voice wavering nervously but Spencer cut off her train of thought by brushing his fingers against hers slightly.

“I will. Just follow me, Y/N.” Spencer laughed, pushing past her, smirking softly to himself knowing she would be quick to follow after him. She swallowed anxiously, glancing behind her to see him walking away confidently without looking back. Y/N bit her lip lightly, knowing her internship wasn’t going to be easy.

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The New Khaleesi

Request: Hello! May I please make a request where Khal Drogo threatens to kill a man who flirts with Y/N? With extra steam and possessiveness? I’d greatly appreciate it if you’d find time to do this 💞

 Word count: 631


 You came from Volantis. And somehow ended up on Drogo’s Khalasar. Most of the Dothraki women don’t like you, you have no idea why. After four years living with the Khalasar, you still don’t know their language very well.

 Drogo used to scare the hell out of you, but now, you notice that he always looks at you. Keeps staring for too long, with kind eyes. Kindness isn’t something you’d expect from him.

 Now you stand close to his tent, waiting for him to talk with the Khalasar. You don’t know exactly what’s happening, but it seems that no one knows. The only words you could understand were ‘wait’ and 'important’. So you all should wait here because whatever the Khal wants to say it is important.

 Someone bumps into you violently, and you mutter apologies. But the man stands before you, looking down with hungry eyes. You can’t understand what he’s saying, but you do understand the word 'mine’, which he says very often. There’s a lot of eyes on you now, but no one comes to help. Breathing heavily, you try to pull away from him, but he grabs your arm, dragging you with him. The smile on his face scares you, and you know exactly what we’ll do.

 Then a scream makes the man lose his grip, letting you fall to the ground. You raise your head to see that the scream belongs to Drogo, who came out of his huge tent. Again, you can’t understand what they’re talking about. But it’s clear that they’re arguing.

 A young woman with dark skin helps you to your feet. “Are you hurt?”

 “You speak the common tongue?” You sound desperate, holding her arms to keep your balance.

 “Yes. The Khal bought me to teach him the common tongue.”

 “Why?”

 “(Y/N), the Khal is about to kill that man, only you can stop him!”

 “What are they saying?” You observe the fight that’s about to begin.

 “She will be mine and you can’t touch her, Drogo said.” The woman stands beside you, protectively. “No one touches Khaleesi.”

 “Khaleesi? What is it about?” Drogo easily kills that man, ripping his head off with bare hands. “Explain to me!”

 Drogo walks to up, looking down like the other man did, but his eyes are different. Kind, as always. You try to say something, but he won’t understand.

 “You are fine?” He says and you stutter something between your teeth. You feel eyes on your back and points at his tent, your hand shaking.

 Once you’re inside, you find a wooden chair and sit down, your heart beating fast. Drogo kneels before you, gesturing for the woman to leave.

 “You killed him. Why?”

 He looks at you, a little confused. “No one touch Khaleesi.”

 “I’m not a Khaleesi, Drogo, I’m not even Dothraki. I came from Volantis four years ago.” You speak slowly, hoping he’d understand you.

 “I do not care. Dothraki now.”

 “Why are you learning the common tongue?”

 “Slave teach me talk to you.” Drogo takes your hand and leads you to the other side of his tent, showing you a golden belt. It’s thin, perfect for you. “Gift for you.”

 “Thank you. Would you teach me Dothraki?”

 “Yes.”

 “Now, explain to me what’s the meaning of this.”

 He stares at you, trying to bring sense to your words.

 “Why you killed the man? Because he was hurting me?”

 “I want you Khaleesi.”

 “Wha-what are trying to say?” You stutter, raising your head a little so you can look into his eyes.

 “You my Khaleesi.”

 “Your…?”

 “My Khaleesi now.” He interrupts you, a shine is his beautiful eyes.

 You smile, impressed by his words, his kindness. “Yes.” Whispering, you slowly takes his hands on yours, finally feeling his warm skin against yours.


A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language.

Nightclub

Anon: can you write something like going clubbing with tom and having fun and him not being able to keep his hands to himself??


To be honest, it hadn’t taken much to convince you to go out. Especially when it was going to the club.

You always got a thrill from the beat, feeling it going through your body and just being able to let yourself just dance without a care. You were thankful for the dark lights which hid you and Tom from the rest of the world, instead allowing the two of you to blend into the crowd as two nameless people. You didn’t have to worry about having to keep appearances when you were wedged in the sweaty crowd, everyone there to have fun and relax.

So when Tom had asked you to go out that night, you had said yes before he had even finished asking you. You got changed in record time before the two of you rushed to the busiest place possible. You were thankful for Tom’s fame as you were let past the winding crowd, escorted to the VIP area. You loved getting free drinks as you built up enough courage to get on the dance floor, sipping a cocktail as you mingled with other VIPs. Soon enough, you and Tom both had enough of a buzz to push your way through the heaving crowds as you buried yourself deep into the dance floor.

Although it was dark, Tom’s carefree smile shone through like the sun. His eyes glistened as he sang along to the words best he could before he started shimmering along to the beat. You watched, mesmerised, as Tom let himself by free, let himself just be young. Here, he wasn’t Tom Holland: Spider-Man, instead, he was just another guy having fun. It always made you feel happy inside when you got to see him like this.

Tight hands grabbed onto your hips, pulling you flush to his own body, grinning down at you as the two of you swayed as if one, bodies instantly connecting. The love the two of you shared was obvious by the way you moved, not even having to think before you swayed the same way. Grabbing onto his shirt collar, you pulled him in close, breathing the same air as you shared the moment, the pushing and pulsing crowds seemed to melt into nothing when the two of you were this connected. Wandering hands went higher, running up your waist as you twisted more to the music, letting yourself be lost in the moment. Tom started whispering the words into your ear, nibbling between lines. You giggled, leaning against him as you let his words wash over you. He made the lyrics seem magical and personal, the crude messages turning into one of pure love and admiration. There wasn’t anything sexual, this wasn’t a moment between lovers, it was a moment between partners. You trusted each other fully with everything, you knew you had someone with you when you needed them the most.

You twisted in his arms, back against chest as his hands slid to rest on your thighs. He littered loving kisses over your neck, intimate in the sense that this was all yours. He poured his love over you whenever he had the chance if that be in an interview or here on the dancefloor. Reaching back, you grabbed his hair, tugging him closer. A growl sounded deep in Tom’s throat as the kissing turned into bites. You pushed yourself backwards into his crotch, loving the way his breath hitched. It was like a switch, loving nuzzles turned into animalistic marking. You loved being able to do this, to be able to show that you were each others in such an intimate manner and not have anyone judge you for it. You blended into the crowd, not drawing attention to yourselves as your dance moves turned more erotic.

Arching your back, you rested your head on his shoulders, breaths turning into pants as you rolled your hips. Toms’ hands came to grab your hips once again as he trailed open-mouthed kisses across your shoulders before twisting his head and kissing up your neck. Turning towards him, your lips met, teeth clashing and tongues battling as you got lost in one another. With a quick tug, Tom pulled your body around to face his again, all without breaking the kiss. Hands now cupping your ass, he pulled your hips against his, rolling them together. This was a well-practised dance, the two of you getting as close as possible, yet not close enough.

Your hand not in his hair wiggled up under his shirt, fingers spreading over his stomach. Slowly, you rubbed your hand in small circles, massaging him. He sighed, the kiss turning sweeter once again after the promise of more later. One of his hands ran up to the small of your back, fingers tapping his heart beat across your spine. You pulled back from the kiss, leaning against his chest again as you two calmed. Your hand moved from fisting his hair to the back of his neck, giving it a quick squeeze as the two of you continued to sway, listening to your own private soundtrack.

That what made clubbing so much fun. The two of you didn’t need to talk to know what you needed. You two fitted together better than a jigsaw. You were perfect for each other.


Let me tell you, this was something I had wanted to write for awhile but never knew how! Loved doing this!

It’s A Small World After All

Valentine’s Day Special #1

Pair : Jensen Ackles x Reader

7. You’ve never had a valentine in your life but your best friend wants to break that curse. She forces you out to a club/party and tries to find you a guy to spend the rest of the night with. But she fails when almost every guy there is either taken or a total fuck boy. Until she bumps into an old friend. Small world.

Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language. 

Word Count : 1,913

“Come on, smile!” Aria, your best friend nudged your side. “At least pretend like you’re having a good time.”

You watched as she took a swig of her drink, eyes glancing around the crowded bar.

“I-I just want to go home.” You muttered. Gently playing with your straw, feeling as though the night was nothing more than a waste.

“Look, we can go home after you meet your soul mate.” She smirked. “Or a one night stand mate.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting yourself on the stool.

“Seriously Aria, it’s just not gonna happen.”

“With that attitude it won’t.” Aria leaned on her elbows and sighed. “Look, I made you a promise, and I don’t want to let you down.”

“Hey, you won’t ever let me down.” You stated. “But let’s face it, we aren’t-”

You were interrupted with cold drink running down your leg that was spilt from the dunk guy beside you.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” He slurred his words.

Taking the only napkin you had, you began to dab the liquid, growing annoyed.

The stranger was able to get a better look at you, and with all the alcohol in his system, he felt confident.

“Or maybe I’m not sorry.” He began. “Shit, I shoulda spilled my drink on you a long time ago. Damn you’re so fine.”

You only flashed a soft smirk, still not responding.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked, hovering over you. “Do you maybe wanna get out of here? Have some fun.”

Clenching your jaw tightly, you glanced at aria, who knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hey buddy, how about you stop hitting on MY girlfriend and go find someone who is too drunk to care about your ten dollar haircut.” She snarled, with a shitty grin plastered on to her face.

But of course, the guy was too out of it, he only focused on the word girlfriend.

“Wait, you two are lesbians?” He asked.

“Yes, so you’re definitely not needed here.” Aria continued.

The stranger tapped his friends shoulder, catching his attention. “Dude, these girls are fucking lesbians! That’s so fucking hot!”

You let out a sigh, growing impatient with the drunk. It was obvious you weren’t interested, but he didn’t care.

“How about you two make out, prove your lesbians.” The friend smiled.

Aria propped up to her feet, her shitty grin not once faltering. “Or how about you two make out. Give us one hell of a show.”

“We aren’t gay!” The friend cackled.

“Oh come on! It’s 2017! You don’t have to be gay to kiss someone of the same gender.” She exclaimed. “Come on, just stick your tongue in his mouth, it’d be so hot.”

The guys slowly took a step back, shaking their heads. “We have to meet up with the rest of our party.”

“Aw okay, well have fun!”

The boys turned without another word, obviously feeling uncomfortable of the situation.

You however couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Fuck, they were annoying.” Aria exhaled.

“Yeah, this bar seems to be filled with those kind of guys.” You stated.

Aria let out a long sigh, feeling defeated. “Fine, we can go.”

Your eyes lit up, the moment you have been waiting for. To finally go home.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It’s obvious you don’t want to be here. And these dip shits aren’t worth shit, so let’s just go.”

You pulled her in for a quick hug, flashing a soft smile. “Thanks for trying though.” You said.

The both of you started for the door, pushing passed the crowd, and forcing your way through.

But as you we’re just about to open the door, the door swung open and immediately you ran straight into broad shoulders. Almost knocking you off your feet.

“Shit!” You yelped, trying to stable yourself.

Suddenly, you felt an arm loop around your waist, keeping you steady.

“What the hell man! Watch where you’re going!” Aria exclaimed. “You okay?”

Before you could respond, the stranger apologized profusely, looking over you to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.

As your eyes met, you felt your breath hitch to the back of your throat. He was beautiful beyond belief. With taunting emerald green eyes, and lips so full, you could only imagine just how soft they were.

“I-I’m fine.” You whispered.

Aria glanced at the stranger, and immediately her anger subsided.
“Jensen?!” She said with her brows raised.

The stranger looked up to your friend, a smile growing by the second. “Aria!” His arm left your waist, and he pulled your best friend into him. Giving her a quick hug.

“Holy shit! Long time no see.” She chuckled. “You look good!”

Jensen shrugged, “aw thanks.” He said. “How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you since Mackenzie’s eighteenth birthday party!”

“I’ve been great! Just been working, what about you?! I see the show has been doing great.”

You stood there awkwardly, as they went back and forth. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance at Jensen. There was just something about him that made so captivated.

“Shit, this is my best friend Y/N.” Aria said, interrupting your thoughts. “Y/N this is an old friend, Jensen Ackles.”

You slipped your hand into his, and immediately you felt chills cover you.

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled, his voice creating your legs to shake.

“You too.” You forced out.

His gaze held yours for what seemed like forever. Almost giving the illusion that you two were alone.

That was until someone cleared their throat. Breaking the trance.

“Crap, this is my brother Jared and his wife Gen.” he muttered.

“Hi, nice to meet y'all.” Jared smirked.

“You girls want to join us?” Jensen asked. “I mean, it’d be nice to catch up and stuff.”

Aria glanced at you, then back to her old friend. “Actually we were just about to-”

“We’d love to.” You blurted out. “I-I mean the nights still young.”

Aria chuckled to herself, shrugging her shoulders.

“Let’s drink!” She exclaimed.

—-

(A couple hours later)

A few drinks in, and you could feel your lips start to tingle and your mind begin to haze.

You sat there, listening to some great stories from the set, and getting to know the boys and Gen, who you absolutely adored. She was completely amazing with her quirkiness and kind heart.

Aria seemed to have a great time as well, catching up with Jensen and cracking jokes with Jared.

But even with all the fun and chaos, you caught yourself glancing at Jensen, and even slightly flirting with cute little remarks and facial expressions. It was hard to contain it.

Jensen felt himself slowly gravitate toward you. The way you smiled, and laughed and talked, drew him in and he didn’t want it to end.

“Come on, let’s go dance!” Gen pulled at Jared’s arm.

He only chuckled and did as he was told. Following his wife to the dance floor, leaving you with Jensen and Aria.

“So before we bumped into each other-” Jensen teased. “What were you girls doing?”

“Actually, we were here to find a valentine for Y/N!” Aria blurted.

You shot her a glare, pursing your lips. But she wasn’t paying attention.

“She has never had a valentine in her life.” She continued.

“Okay, thanks for making me look pathetic!” You forced a chuckle.

Jensen flashed a smile, seeing you grow embarrassed was somehow adorable to him.

“Well, I’ll be your valentine.” He said, still holding his gaze on you.

For a second, you froze. Until aria nudged your side.

“Y-You don’t have to.” You exhaled. “Don’t want you to feel obligated or anything.”

Jensen let out a laugh, as he began to shake his head. “Trust me, if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” He winked.

“Well shit! Now that she has a valentine, I need to go find one.” Aria cackled. “I’ll be back.”

Before you could even think of a response, she was gone. Now you were alone, with Jensen.

“Can I just say, you’re really beautiful.” Jensen said with a soft smile playing on his lips.

You looked up at him, feeling your stomach flutter from the compliment. He was buzzed, obviously it was just the alcohol, right? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to ruin it.

Who knows when you’ll ever see him again.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” You stated.

Something overcame you. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the way he made you feel. But somehow, you felt a spark ignite in you and suddenly, you leaned over the table and crashed your lips to his.

His hands tangled into your hair, pulling you in closer. Tasting you with his tongue.

All at once, everything around you seemed to fade into the distance.

It was perfect, like a scene from a movie. You didn’t want it to stop. And maybe you wouldn’t have, if it weren’t for Jared.

“Okay! Get a room you too!” He exclaimed.

You jumped back into your seat, feeling the heat radiate off you as you began to grow with embarrassment.

Jensen couldn’t help but giggle behind his hand. Most likely feeing the same thing you did.

“I mean, that was hot but not sure how other people feel about it.” Jared continued to tease.

“Shut up.” Jensen cackled.

“Usually, id take the girl out to dinner first.” Jared shrugged. “Just saying.”

Jensen glanced at you, his cheeks aching from smiling so much. “Want to dance?” He asked, ignoring his best friends comments.

“Sure.” You smiled.

His hand slipped into yours, and lead you to the dance floor. His body pressed against yours as your bodies began to sway with the music.

“Sorry about that.” He muttered.

“It’s okay!” You chuckled. “Jareds funny.”

Jensen shrugged, “eh, don’t tell him that. Or he’ll never stop.”

As the song went on, you were both lost in each other. The way his body felt against yours felt like you had finally found the missing puzzle piece. It fit perfectly.

“Sorry for kissing you.” You exhaled.

He scrunched his brows together, looking into your eyes. “Don’t be sorry for that.” He said. “Trust me, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

There it was again, that same spark you had back at the table.

“So I was thinking-” Jensen drawled out.

“Oh yeah? Don’t think too hard, don’t want to hurt yourself.” You teased.

Jensen chuckled to himself. “So I was thinking maybe I can take you out tomorrow?”

You swallowed hard, looking for bluff.

“Like on a date.” He continued. “I know we just met, but for some reason, I want to keep getting to know you.”

Your stomach was fluttering so much, it was begging to ache a bit. But you held on to every word, locking your gaze on his face.

“There’s just something about you Y/N. And I really don’t want to go on with my life thinking what if.” He stated. “So, would you like to go out tomorrow?”

Without a word, you propped up on to your toes and gently pecked his lips.

As you slowly pulled away, Jensen couldn’t help but smirk. Fluttering his eyes open.

“So is that a yes?” He chuckled.

Giggling along with him, you nodded. “Yes, I’d love too.”

The song continued playing in the background, making Jensen pull you in closer. His scent being the only thing you breathed in.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispered.

anonymous asked:

can you write 1920's AU headcanons for soc??

THIS ASK TOUCHED A VERY SPECIAL PART OF MY SOUL BC THIS IS A CONCEPT I LOVE

In my headcanons, they’re all in their 20s.

- kaz brekker is the ultimate kingpin involved in bootlegging, drug smuggling, bookmaking and whatever else seems profitable

- he smokes way too much and it is honestly annoying to everyone around him (except for jesper who smokes just as much)

- kaz’s broken leg helped him avoid the draft and so, while all other gang bosses were off fighting in the war, he could leisurely build up his empire

- jesper wasn’t so lucky and often escaped dangerous battle situations by the skin of his teeth. He returned from wwi shell-shocked, yet tried to play it off

- he’s jittery after the war and tries to ignore his bad memories by fleeing into gambling and drink. it doesn’t help against the nightmares, though

- kaz worked with jesper before the war and is happy to have him involved in his business again. he uses jesper as a kind of mad dog, his security in stand-offs

- the roaring twenties are a kind of play-ground for jesper and music hall actress nina, who works as a spy for kaz

- inej can absolutely rock the flapper style bc of her lithe figure, but she often chooses to disguise as a boy - it allows her more freedom of movement than dresses do

- jan van eck: stock broker, banker, filthy rich

- wylan van eck: dreams of one day being a professional musician. didn’t have to go to war until the end of 1917 because he was previously too young. He was always a sensitive soul, but proved to be surprisingly tough when faced with battle

- kaz takes wylan in when he hears that the boy knows a thing or two about fire-arms - especially about developing them

- kaz brekker looks impeccable in his suit and leather gloves and crow’s-head cane. he wears a flat cap, though, like all the boys in the barrel

- nina is somewhat famous and her full figure is a bit of an exception to the fashionable ideal of the time, which is why she attracts so much attention. men cannot take their eyes of this epitome of womanhood

- she seduces men for their secrets and then drugs them to make a quick escape

- matthias is the fjerdan soldier who was trapped behind enemy lines and subsequently imprisoned. nina met him during the war when she worked as a nurse

- inej is urged by her parents to go to ketterdam and find work there, as the suli are forced to live on the outskirts of cities where they perform

- she runs into kaz when he sees her escape a group of ruffians who were harassing her by somehow making her way onto the rooftops

- kaz would like to continue to be cold and calculating, but inej drives him mad with crazy feelings he never knew before

- especially when she’s in one of those fancy beaded and sequined dresses that show off her elegance and graceful movements

- especially when she comes to him while he’s standing in the company safe counting out the kruge for a hit-man and her silent disapproval makes him doubt his ways

- jesper and nina, however, are having and absolute ball and hitting the town most nights

- it’s for work, in a way. you can’t help but find out information when alcohol loosens people’s tongues

- once at a party, jesper teaches wylan how to become a better shot out in a mansion’s garden, but the two of them just end up making out and get in the next car that’s driving back into ketterdam

- inej loves music and dancing and has records playing any time of day or night. she dances to them on quiet feet and kaz often silently makes his way to her door and just standa there watching her until she notices him

- nina makes friends with a circle of artists and writers and becomes the muse of almost all of them

- matthias has a hard time adjusting to ketterdam after he’s broken out of prison. he has an especially hard time accepting the fact that he owes his life to those who were his enemies during the war

- kaz brekker buys one of the first cars the barrel has ever seen up close

- wylan helped choose it bc he knows a lot about mechanics

- jesper crashes it one night when he’s driving after quite a lot of whiskey (it was for a dare)

- needless to say, kaz is absolutely furious about it

- i love this au so so much

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Jonsa S7 Summer Challenge: Day 1 Prompt: Food & Drink

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His heart froze, icicles forming over his lungs. Jon could not breathe. He could only gasp for air that would never reach his lungs. Death was not a friend, but an old companion. He could greet it and welcome it back into his soul, like smoke inhaled into his bloodstream. But if he allowed it, he would never see her sweet face. He would never hear the sound of her laughter; or feel the warmth of her body against him. He was brought back once to serve only one great purpose – her. Jon could not leave this earthly plane until she was safe. He must fight against the dying light; he must dispel the ice from his heart and let his blood ebb crimson once more. For her, Jon will rise. He will fight; he will make it back.

Sansa woke with a start. Her heart pounded like war drums in the midst of battle. Grey eyes flashed in the waning darkness as the dream slipped through her consciousness. His presence in the castle had begun to disappear. She could no longer recall his solemn face as well as the first night without him. Sansa removed the furs from her sweat-soaked body and slipped her feet onto the cold stone floor. Light filtered in through her window, drawing long shadows along the walls – monsters and saviours battling it out for a new world. Sansa traced her fingers along the edges where the light met darkness and prayed.

Let his body be nimble, his mind sharp, and his heart strong. In the privacy of her own chambers, she whispered, “and let him come home to me.”

The knock on the door startled her. A long-faced maiden barely a day over ten and two ambled quickly into the room to place the morning’s food on the table. Sansa no longer wished to break fast in the Great Hall. It was so empty without him. Even in silence, they could sit side by side and she would still find peace in his company, but his absence made her heart ache. What was a wolf without her pack? A Stark without her Snow?

“Thank you, Neerya,” Sansa spoke, voice still hoarse from sleep. She settled in the chair and eyed the bread roll and the thick, hard cheese. Times were tough now with winter upon them. Food was scarce with most crops unable to grow under the dense layer of snow – all of this Sansa knew. As Lady of Winterfell, it was her duty to the people to ensure they were all fed well enough to survive the winter, yet her stomach turned at the sight.

“Is something wrong, m’lady?” Neerya, who had been tidying the bed, looked upon Sansa with concern. She approached her slowly, a prey in the presence of a predator – a wolf. “Would you wish for something else? I could speak to the cook and –”

“The food is fine,” Sansa interrupted. Her voice held impatience that was unwarranted, and she sensed her mistake when Neerya flinched. “I apologise. I am not well this morn. Could you please let the lords and ladies know I will not be attending to any visitors today?”

“Shall I get the maester, m’lady?”

“No, that will not be necessary. It will pass, Neerya. I just wish to rest today.”

“Yes, m’lady,” Neerya bowed her head and began to retreat. She stopped just a few paces shy from the door and turned. “Lord Baelish is waiting for you in your solar. What shall I tell him?”

Sansa’s teeth clenched. If only she could tell him to return to the Vale and never show his face again in Winterfell lest he wished the same treatment done upon him as Ramsay, but Sansa bit her tongue. “The very same. No one is permitted up here without my knowledge. Do you understand, Neerya?”

The young maiden bowed once more and left. The quiet immediately swelled around the room, like mist rolling over the fields at the sun’s first light. Unassuming, beautiful, dangerous – Sansa could acutely hear the rise and fall of her breaths and wondered if there was still air in his lungs. Did his heart still beat as rhythmically as hers?

She poked the bread roll with the tip of her knife.

“Eat.”

Sansa glanced at him and wondered how he could when her stomach twisted and turned like a snowstorm inside of her. “I’m afraid have no appetite tonight.”

“Sansa,” he said, his voice chiding and worried all at once. “Please. Winter is here and you will need your strength.”

“And you?” She was still watching him as he was her, their eyes meeting in a battle of wills; but she could not look away even if her fight waned, even if he won. His eyes held a million stories and a million more songs. She wanted to learn them all.

“This will be your last hot meal for some time,” she said. “You should have some of mine.” She tried to place her bread roll onto his plate, but Jon’s hand caught her wrist and stilled her movements. The contact sent a shiver up her spine. The slight crease between his brows suggested he felt it too.

“I am eating,” Jon told her. She felt fragile under his grip, like any slight movement would render her bones to dust and she would drift away with the winds, swallowed into the stars above. But she felt strong too, his touch igniting wildfire in her blood.

He loosened his grip, fingers lightly descending down her palm so he could hold her hand. “You needn’t worry for me. I will come home.”

“Many die in war, Jon,” she said, as she squeezed his hand. “You cannot promise me things out of your control. You may die tomorrow.”

Jon smiled, and though it angered her how he could not see why she fretted so, her heart eased its hold on her lungs and danced at the sight. “Is this the send off the Lady of Winterfell wishes to give her king?”

“You’re not being serious,” she said.

The smile faltered and he sighed, rubbing his thumb over the inside of her wrist. Mayhaps they both will break apart into dust and float away to the stars. At least then he would be safe.

With her.

“I am very serious, Sansa,” Jon told her softly. “Home is here. Home is where you are. I will come back. With my last breath, I promise you.”

Tears slipped past her resolve. Sansa wiped them hastily and turned the food away. She could not bear the sight when he could be out there dying, bleeding and alone, and without her. How could she when he had taken her heart with him? It did not matter anymore what the world may say of them, what even she thought of them because here in her chambers with images of his death running through her mind, Sansa cared very little. All she needed was for him to come home to her; for his arms to wrap themselves around her and his lips to press against her skin, whispering that it would all be okay.

“Oh Jon, where are you?”

More than Friends

Title: More Than Friends

Word Count: 1161 words

A/N: Requested :)

“Ya, what are you doing here? Children have no place at the Okta.”
His voice rang out across the crowded hall as he stalked towards me. His long black hair was carefully pulled back, his red robes of the finest silk brushed the floor as he moved gracefully to my side.

Ban Ryu.

“Ohh Abeoji, I’m sorry.” I mocked him “Do you want me to take you home? The elderly should not be out so late.” My beautiful friends giggled behind me nervously, their painted faces glowing whenever Ban Ryu glanced in their direction. They weren’t as used to his beauty as I was, having grown up with it. Still, even I had to admire how radiant he was.

I first met Ban Ryu when I was 6 years old. He was a tall, strong, 8 year old boy, always surrounded by friends who looked up to him for his power and influence.  Ban Ryu seemed to be more knowledgeable than those his age, but to me, his face seemed to hold sadness, his eyes guarded. I remember running up to him that very first day, my favourite children’s book in hand.

“Read to me, please!” The boys behind him had snickered and poked Ban Ryu before he sent them a death glare and pushed past me, his eyes meeting mine briefly. I’d felt tears sting my cheeks and walked to the riverbank in humiliation. To my surprise, Ban Ryu followed shortly after, without his followers, wordlessly taking the book from me to begin reading in a clear voice. From that moment on, he looked out for me. We met by the riverbank behind the Okta almost every night in the warm months. He often confided in me the problems he had with his stepfather, or his distaste for a local boy Soo Ho.

One uncommonly chilly night, when I was about 14 and he, 16 something changed. We sat slightly closer due to the cold, and I became very aware of how long his eyelashes were, of the endless black pools that were his eyes. The way his whole face seemed to relax when he was next to me, a small smile creeping onto his lips. Every time his arm brushed mine, I felt chills that had nothing to do with the weather.

“Ban Ryu,” I breathed, leaning towards him. “Don’t you think I’ve grown so much since you first met me?” His eyes widened slightly and he swallowed.

“What a question. Are you an idiot? Of course you’ve changed. Come, I’ll take you home, it’s too cold for you out here.” He roughly pulled me up and walked a few steps ahead on the way back. I frowned a little. Did he not feel anything?

We spent time together just the same as always after that, separately, never in front of his friends. But I knew now how I felt. I was in love with Ban Ryu. With the way he made me feel safe, protected and understood. I made him smile and he made my heart glow.

“Listen to me!” Ban Ryu’s annoyed voice cut through my reminiscing, pulling me back to the Okta. “Go home, this is only a place for the fabulously beautiful” He reached over and tugged on my hair.

“Ouch!” I slapped his arm angrily. “Then why are you here?” I stuck out my tongue, while my friends looked at each other with wide eyes. This was normal though. If we were weren’t by the riverbank, Ban Ryu and I bickered and teased worse than siblings. He’d asked me once, to keep our time together secret. He didn’t want to show weakness to anyone, except me.

Ban Ryu’s regular crowd appeared behind him suddenly, their eyes clouded with a little too much to drink. 


“Oh my. If it isn’t Ban Ryu’s little stalker. Go home ugly duckling, but leave your friends” one of Ban Ryu’s least favourite followers stared at the girls behind me, his eyes raking over them like a predator. “Move.” He shoved me so hard I lost my balance and tumbled backwards, my skirts flying up. The jerk turned around and laughed, seeing me all dishevelled on the floor. My “friends” giggled as well, their eyes on the awful (but obviously wealthy) guy still trying to get their attention.

I sat still for a beat willing myself not to cry but when I finally met Ban Ryu’s eyes I burst into sobs and rushed out of the Okta. I know he wants to maintain his image but letting one of his buddies embarrass me - that was too much. I ran straight to the riverbank, furiously wiping my tears. My chest constricted with sobs as I cried out my embarrassment, frustration and heartbreak over the fact that it really didn’t seem like Ban Ryu loved me the way I did him. Reputation or not, if you were in love with someone you would protect them, right? 

Heavy footsteps sounded behind me and I hid my tear-swollen face.

“Y/N, look at me. Did you hurt yourself when you fell? Don’t cry anymore. Please.” I was shocked. Ban Ryu’s sweet and concerned voice filled my ears and I got the courage to look at him. His lip was slightly bleeding and he was breathing heavily but his eyes were focused only on me. Suddenly, he pulled me into a tight hug.

“That was too far. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry this is my fault.” He rubbed small circles on my back, his deep voice softly tickling my ear.

“How could it be your fault?” My voice shook slightly. His whole body tensed. His hands, little fists on my back.

“I make them think it’s okay to tease you with how I act. Okay to say-” He broke off, “Ya, I’m so angry I can’t even say it. What he said to you, how dare he-” the usually so careful and eloquent Ban Ryu choked on his words again. “When he touched you, I just about killed him. If the guys hadn’t have pulled me off of him I would’ve." 


I pulled away, shaking my head.

"Why? You want us to be apart in public. You don’t want people to know we’re………friends.” I hesitated, not willing to call it what I knew he wanted it to be. I was ready for more, I loved him more. He watched me carefully for a few seconds before seeming to decide something. Slowly he raised his hand to my cheek.

“Friends?” He whispered so low I could barely make out the words. Ban Ryu moved closer while I watched him, anticipation blocking my throat. When his lips gently brushed mine, I felt my body melt into his, my arms going around his neck.  

“You are more than my friend, Y/N. You are my safe haven. My love.” He kissed me once more, deeper this time before pulling back to give me a bright genuine smile.


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How NCT 127 would kiss

Anon said: “Ahhh! Could you do how nct 127 would kiss?”


Taeil: Taeil would probably like longer kisses over short, little pecks tbh. He also wouldn’t be one for tongue. Instead, he probably would be a lip biter. He would just like being close to you honestly. 

Johnny: His kisses could go two different ways. Either silly, little pecks or passionate, romantic kisses. I feel like he’d love kissing you a lot, if we’re being honest. Also, like Taeil, he’d really love being close to you. Another one that isn’t for much tongue. 

Taeyong:  This one is a really, really sweet kisser. He would kiss you with so much love. Most of his kisses would happen during cuddling & private time. He would also be completely fine with using tongue, if that’s what you wanted.

Yuta: He would be one for surprise kisses. When I say surprise kisses, most of the time you wouldn’t expect them. They’d just be very random. They’d also be very sweet and sometimes kinda rough. He’d be a bit of a lip biter & he also might like some tongue. 

Doyoung: Doyoung loves kissing you. He could literally do it all the time with no complaints. He’s one for soft, slow, sensual kisses. It makes him feel a lot closer to you tbh. He’d also love tongue, just gonna put that out there.

Jaehyun: His kisses would probably be mainly rough & passionate. Not rough enough to hurt you, but he loves to feel you. His kisses would probably only be slow & sweet during nighttime cuddles and whatnot. Would like to sneak in cheeky tongue from time to time. 

WinWin: So many innocent, sweet kisses here. Kissing you would definitely be one of his favorite things. He would take his time during, wanting to show you how much love he feels for you. Tongue would be an odd concept to him though, as well as lip biting. I don’t think he’d be for it too much. 

Mark: Once he starts kissing you, he’d never want to stop. He loves sweet, passionate kisses. He just loves kissing you in general. He’d always hold you real close during & after. He’d maybe slip some cheeky tongue sometimes too. Expect him to let out that signature Mark giggle every now and then too.

Haechan: Always a cute, shy fluff whenever you kiss him. He’d love sweet, innocent kisses, like WinWin. Also, he’s probably not too experienced in this field so he’d more than likely look for you to guide him through. No tongue and lip biting here just yet either. He’s new to this so it’d be strange for him. You’d probably be his first kiss tbh. Then again, who better to experience first kisses with than Haechan himself? 


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