at least he replaced the face

Golden Boy

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2165

Warnings: Smut - NSFW

Summary: After playfully sending suggestive pictures to Chris right before he presents at the Oscars you realize that you are in for the night of your life.

Author’s Notes: This wasn’t planned. I had no idea Chris was going to wear a velvet bowtie to the Oscars. I’m basically CEvans Trash. I literally just wrote this – instead of watching the freaking Oscars – so if there are any ridiculous grammar errors – please forgive me… I am tired and hormonal. This is probably trash, ha!

I tagged those of you that liked my initial post asking about this (along with some others). Soo yeah…..

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You hummed to yourself absentmindedly as you applied the rest of your makeup. Chris had promised his mom that he would take her to the Oscars this year, and you had agreed that it was a good idea. After the show was over you were to meet up with him to go to the after parties – which, let’s face it, were always the best part of the night. As you rapped your knuckles lightly on the bathroom countertop your phone dinged – alerting you to an incoming message. You reached for it as you finished putting on your lipstick. Of course it was from Chris.

“Miss you beautiful. Can’t wait to show you off to everyone.” You couldn’t help but smile at this. Of course he would send you something sweet. He had panicked that you would be upset about not going with him to the show, but you had assured him over and over that it was fine.

You had watched him get ready earlier that afternoon – the sight of him in his fitted suit and velvet tie had left your panties soaked. While you had secretly hoped for a quickie before he left for the show you had reasoned with yourself that there wasn’t time. Even the thought of the way he looked caused the tingling between your legs to start again. You checked the time on your cellphone before smiling. If the show was running on time Chris would be presenting within the next five minutes – you turned towards the television playing in the hotel bedroom for confirmation that the scheduling had not gone askew. It hadn’t and you couldn’t help but think how perfect the timing was. You were still only wearing your lingerie – not willing to wear your beautiful dress in fear of getting makeup on it. You positioned your hand over your panties, suggestively touching yourself, and formed a pout before snapping a picture.

“Wishing you could give me a hand.” You texted as you sent the picture. You could tell by your notifications that he had immediately seen it and you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you sat your phone down and finished getting ready.


“Jesus Christ,” Chris muttered to himself as he opened your text.

“Everything okay?” Someone beside him asked.

“Oh yeah… yeah,” he nervously blundered as he secured his phone safely back into his pocket. He was due to go on national television any minute, and was now also secretly praying that he could quell his body’s response to your text long enough to present. He chuckled nervously to himself. He knew you had done it on purpose. He had told you when his presentation was, and who it was after so you wouldn’t miss it. “I swear to god, Y/N. You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Mr. Evans are you sure you’re okay?” A stagehand asked nervously.

“Never been better!” He announced a little too enthusiastically. Causing his co-presenter to jump beside me.

“Great… you are on in five….four…”

That was fine – he thought to himself – two could certainly play this game and payback was going to be a bitch.


You were nervous. After your text you had never received a response from Chris, but you were sure that he had saw it. Initially you had laughed during his presentation. He seemed maybe just a little flustered – most people wouldn’t have noticed, but most people hadn’t taken him to bed before either. As you exited the limousine you looked around nervously – nearly jumping out of your skin when a warm arm wrapped itself around your waist.

“Hey Babe,” he whispered into your ear – giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You looked up at him and he graced you with one his dazzling smiles. It was only when you really looked into his eyes that you realized he had definitely seen the picture, had certainly reacted to it, and the game was totally on. You swallowed hard – trying to bottle up your excitement as he smirked at you while you walked towards the entrance of the venue. “Just for the record,” he whispered – his beard tickling your ear – “I had to masturbate in the bathroom during the Academy Awards, because of you.” He gave your ass a quick slap which caused you to straighten up in surprise. You couldn’t help but smirk back at him – this was certainly going to be a night to remember.


“Sebby!” Chris shouted as he waived Sebastian over to your table. Sebastian said his hellos before taking a seat between Jeremy and Chris.

“What was up with you tonight?” Sebastian asked with a smirk. His eyes seemed to twinkle with humor as he offered you a wink.

“What do you mean?” Chris asked as he tried his hardest to keep a straight face – failing miserably.

“You seemed a little flustered is all,” Sebastian shrugged as he laughed. “Can’t imagine what would cause Chris to lose his cool,” he added to which Jeremy chuckled.

“I was a little distracted by something,” Chris added seriously as he turned his gaze to you. You knew the more his friends joked the more you were going to pay once you were alone with him.

You smiled shyly as you brought a glass of wine to your lips. “I guess you need to work on that babe,” you shrugged before turning your attention back to your conversation with Jeremy’s wife.


The following hours seemed uneventful – at least where Chris’s revenge was concerned. You gushed over celebrities like Emma Stone, as he politely introduced you – never taking his eyes off of you as you interacted with his friends. Everyone continued to drink – the alcohol seemed endless. Each time a bottle was finished at least two more arrived to replace it.

“Everyone should be dancing!” Sebastian declared as he rose from his chair.

“Oh come on man,” Chris muttered as he shook his head. His face was tinged pink from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “I don’t know if I can even stand right now,” he laughed.

“Y/N?” Sebastian asked as he offered you his hand. You took it willingly looking over his shoulder to see Chris’s reaction. He was watching you like a hawk – good.

You left the table with Sebastian hand-in-hand. Out of all of Chris’s friends you liked Sebastian the best – probably because you had known him before you had ever met Chris. “You are going to have hell to pay,” Seb laughed as you danced against him.

“A girl can only hope,” you laughed as you smirked in Chris’s direction. He was already rising from his chair – his eyes trained only on you and his best friend.

“That didn’t take long,” Sebastian laughed as Chis meandered his way through the crowd. As he neared Sebastian shouted, “She’s all yours,” before laughing and walking back to the table where everyone else had stayed.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Chris muttered into your ear as he pulled you roughly into him. He placed his hands on your hips –guiding them to grind into him as you felt his growing erection. “You kill me,” he muttered breathlessly against your neck. You could feel the wetness between your legs grow as he continued to harden against your contact. The feeling caused you to let out a soft moan. “Oh do you like that,” he whispered seductively into your ear.

“Yes,” you responded breathlessly. “Chris, I…” but he cut you off.

“Follow me,” he demanded as he took your hand, guiding you towards one of the many private bathrooms. Being a celebrity had its perks – at least you had a room to yourself.


You sighed as Chris looked the bathroom door behind him. You were ready. Ready for him to ravage every part of your body.

“Not so fast,” he chuckled as he pushed you gently onto the couch – you never quite understood the need for couches in bathrooms, but for once you were glad to have one. You pouted quietly as Steve took you in. “Now listen here baby girl – you’ve been torturing me all night. Sending me that naughty picture of you and grinding yourself up against my best friend. Now it’s my turn,” he muttered softly as he slowly removed his tie. “Give me your hands,” he commanded. You obeyed giving him your hands. He took them in his hands and tied the velvet material around them securely. He spun you on the couch – making you lay on it fully before raising your hands above your head. “These better not move, do you understand me?” He asked. You nodded as you whimpered your assent. You would do whatever he said if he would help the aching feeling between your legs.

He smirked as he worked your dress up to your waist – admiring a portion of the lingerie he had seen earlier in the picture. He slowly planted kisses up your leg causing you to squirm uncontrollably. More than anything you wanted to twist your fingers through his hair and you soon found your hands moving from their position. “What did I say?” he asked calmly as you placed your hands back above your head. “Good girl,” he hummed – kissing your wet core through your panties. “I think we can get rid of these,” he murmured against your skin as he worked your panties off. He gently circled his thumb around your sensitive clit causing you to buck your hips. “Mmm, my naughty girl. You’re so wet,” he remarked as he slid a finger inside of you causing you to moan out his name. “That’s right baby, you’re mine,” he said fiercely as he added another finger – pumping them in and out of you as you squirmed with pleasure. You could feel your walls tightening at his touch and your moans became louder. You didn’t care who heard you. “Not yet baby,” he whispered as he removed his fingers.

“What?” Your head snapped forward at this. He couldn’t just get you close and then stop. “Chris,” you whined as you tried to sit up. He pushed you back gently with a smile before moving his face between your legs. He smirked up at you before burying his face into you. As he lapped at your wetness you moaned his name louder causing him to suck on your sensitive clit. As you bucked your hips he slid a finger into you. His mouth and fingers were too much – causing you to cum all over his face. He lapped away your orgasm – causing more moans to fall from your mouth – before he broke away with a smirk. His beard was glistening with the remnants of your pleasure which immediately made you ready for round two.

“Stand up,” he demanded as he stood and offered you his hand. You placed your bound ones in his and he helped you to your feet. “I want you to bend over the sink,” he explained as he motioned over to the sink. You did as he commanded – your bound wrists stinging softly as the velvet bit into your soft flesh. You watched in the mirror as he removed himself from his pants – stroking himself a few times before approaching you from behind. He lifted your dress to your waist again before nudging your legs apart with his own. As he slid into you fully you groaned. He began to thrust into you as he held on to your hips tightly. “God – you are so tight,” he exclaimed as his thrusts began to become more disjointed. You groaned as your body reacted to his thrusts – you could feel your walls tightening again with the promise of a glorious orgasm. When he began palming your sensitive clit you came undone around him – your orgasm spurring his own. He stiffened as he filled you with himself. He sighed softly into your hair as he kissed the back of your neck affectionately before removing himself.

“So that’s what happens when I send you nudes when you’re at the Oscars?” you asked with a laugh as you sat shakily on the couch.

“I guess so,” he chuckled as he plopped down beside you – wrapping his arm around you and bringing your head to his shoulder.

“Well I guess I should do that more often,” you shrugged as you both laughed.

“Oh hell,” Chris sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What is it?” you asked alarmed.

“Seb and I had a bet on who would have sex at an Oscars’ after party years ago. I never thought it would be me so I’ve given him hell for years about it,” he grimaced.

“Well I guess it’s time to pay up,” you chuckled as you both rose from the couch.

“It was worth every last fucking penny,” Chris responded as he pulled you into him – planting a soft kiss on your lips.


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Bts wanting you to ride their thigh Part 2

I’m just going to leave part one down and continue writing.

Part 1


Hoseok

Hoseok’s biggest turn on- overstimulating you. There was nothing, nothing that could replace the face you made when he was turturing you in different ways, most of which resolted in you cumming at least two more times.

Since he was too lazy when he came back from the long long tour, Hoseok thought of a genuis idea. He gave you your phone and opened the ‘bts smut’ tag on Tumblr. Not knowing why he did this, your eyes were becoming curious and curiouser. He simply smirked at you. “I finally thought what to do with you. You know, the routine gets quite boring. So this is what I thought about. Instead of having the pleasure of my cock inside you, you’ll be a good little slut and read this to yourself. As an exception I will permit you to touch yourself. But, I don’t want anyhting to come out of your mouth. Was I clear enough? No toys, no voice. You’ll only have the privillage of your fingers and your phone. So go on. Daddy will be in the kitchen. I’m hungry.” And so he just left. 

You couldn’t disobey him and to be honest the smut really made you feel something. As if he choose it really carefully. It represented the situation you two were in right now. You, touching yourself and doing a wrong move only for Hoseok to punish you by making you cum on his thigh. So, it was a play and not a reality. Hoseok wanted to overstimulate you, by you sitting on his thigh.

Fast, wihtout even touching yourself, you moaned Hoseok’s name. “Y/N!” The door was kick-opened and a furious Hoseok was standing on the frame. “So, you caught up, you naughty girl!” he smirked evily. “Come here Daddy. You’re princess wants you thigh. It’s going to be my trophy, for being a smart princess.” “Good. I’m all yours.”

Jimin

He had found his way of fucking you when he was really lazy. You were a little whiny, always needy baby. So, he was giving you your phone, a Tumblr app, a smut section and his thigh. Boy has huge thighs, so when you really wanted to fuck, but he didn’t want, all you did was sit on his thigh and move your clit on it.

It was pure heaven for both of you. Most of the times Jimin layed back and enjoyed the show. You’re naked form on top of him, without the need for him to move even. Sex was taking a lot of effort, which he sometimes lacked. So, everyone were happy. 

He was jolting his thigh form time to time, making you explode with emotions. All those emotions resolted in you cumming, once, twice, three times.

Most times when you cummed more than once, Jimin snapped, fliped you on the bed and fucked you into oblivion, until you couldn’t remember you’re name.

Taehyung

Kim Taehyung had two sides of himself - a puppy and a daddy. Depends on his mood he was either making ove to you or making sure you won’t be able to walk for days.

He had the first one when he arrived home. Happy, in all ways. So happy to hug you again, to hold you in his arms. Guess what happend when he heard your moans from the door, then when he saw you touch yourself on his bed, moaning his name like a mantra. He snapped.

Daddy was in charge. He watched you for a little while, until he was so hard, he couldn’t take it. Tae Daddy bursted into the room, scarying the shit out of you. Without saying anything, his hands wrapped around your ankles, pulled you to him, lifted you up and put you on his thigh. “Finish off yourself fast. I don’t want to intrude in the middle of someone’s business. Finish. On my thigh. No where nearly against my cock, darling. Nowhere near there.”

Jungkook

It was a punishment. Jungkooks ego was hurt and boy got really angry over the fact that you choose to read fictional stupidities instead of having the real deal.

For the first time since you were in a relationship, his eyes shouted danger. “You haven’t met my alter ego. I thought I will never have to use it. You think I can’t be rough, that I can’t leave reminders on your body of who I am? I can Y/n. And you will see it now. Undress. Fast. And don’t make a sound am I clear?” “Yes, Kookie.” “Yes what?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Good girl.”

Undressed, you were sitting on the bed, excited and waiting for your man’s next command. 

“Sit on my thigh.”

Your looked at him in shock. So he knew. He knew that you secretly always wanted to try coming off his thigh. Fast, without other questions, you found yourself moving eagerly on his thigh. Everytime he jolted his thigh, the friction got better, your brows knitted together and Jungkook only smirked happy that you won’t read those stories again.


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Defects (M)

Muses: jungkook x reader
Genre: Angsty angst angst
Warning: mentions of cheating, sex (it’s all over the place) and plain old defect in the soulmate system.
Words: 4.1k
Note: Wrote all this Jungkook’s cover, Beautiful, a Goblin OST is on replay.

Concept: Every time you meet your soulmate, your pocket watch will start counting down the time you have with them until you part. For the amount of time you’re away from each other, whether it’s a month, a day, or just hours, the time is at a pause as your watch stares back at you with unmoving hands on the 12th hour. When you meet again, the countdown restarts.

Summary: Your watch comes alive in Jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. The moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights Jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. When your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with.

Originally posted by nnochu

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| Flower Customs | Legolas Greenleaf

[permanent + legolas tag]: @avistella


“What?” 

You blinked at the sudden red hue that had overtaken a certain prince’s face. When he didn’t answer, merely mouthing at you, lost for words, you knew something was wrong. Legolas was ever so elegant, annoyingly so at most times, and you had never seen him speechless.

“What?” you repeated, frowning. You bit your lip, trying to think back on all the things you did in the past five minutes that could possibly have produced this reaction.

Even the female elves - ellith you think they were called, you weren’t too educated in elf names and terms - began giggling into their hands. You turned to look at them but the moment you did they appeared to be off in their own worlds again, chatting to each other in their own beautiful language that flew over your head, as if they hadn’t been listening at all. When you turned back to Legolas their giggles reached your ears again.

Irritating bunch of ingrates.

“I’m not going to ask you forever,” You said, tapping your foot angrily. This seemed to shock Legolas out of his paralysis.

He cleared his throat, eyes landing everywhere but your form before he gathered himself.

“Y/N?” He said, and he was still flustered, but back to normal. “Did you…braid flowers into my hair?”

You tilted your head.

“I did,” you pursed your lips, still confused. What was the big deal? “You were so concentrated in whatever meditation you were doing I got bored. You can literally sit there “in tune with nature” for hours Legolas.” 

“I didn’t notice.”

“I don’t think you would have noticed if I was banging a drum in your face.”

Whatever he had been doing had been some deep judo level crap because he had completely blanked out. “Dude, its okay. You can even braid mine if you want, its not that deep.”

If it was possible, his face grew a darker shade before he shook it away.

“Anyway,” he deadpanned, shooting you an un-amused look. “Were you…aware of the implications?”

An elleth giggled again - many ellith, singular elleth, so confusing - louder this time, and you swear you could have thrown up.

“Implications?” You repeated slowly. “What? Is there an ancient elf ritual I did that I didn’t know about?” You gasped dramatically, hand over your heart. “Did I condemn you to death?”

Legolas crossed his arms over his chest, a smile blooming on his face that was normal but promised unseen trouble. You blanched. You’d seen this expression before. 

You laughed nervously. “Uh-”

“Its alright,” His smile grew, and with it your anxiety. “You are but a mere mortal of man, you wouldn’t have known.”

“What did I do, Legolas? Just spit it out.” 

He tucked a strand of blonde hair behind his ear, blue eyes twinkling. “We elves have a custom of proposing courtship by braiding flowers into each others’ hair.”

It took you a while for it to sink in. “What.”

You felt your cheeks heat when he leaned forward, and that strong smell of pine trees, fresh berries and potent mint leaves filled your senses.

“In other words, Y/N, you just asked me to marry you.”

A pin could have dropped and made a crashing noise with how silent it got in the field. 

What?”

He just smiled innocently. “Not only that, but you suggested I braid your hair as well. You seem rather eager for this to occur, but I am afraid I have a preference of courting or, how is it you men say, ‘dating’, before saying vows.”

“I don’t-I-you-” You couldn’t breathe, and you felt the karma of your earlier teasing of him hit you right in the face when he picked up the pouch you had dropped, replacing it in your grasp.

“Its alright, please do not scramble for words,” He offered kindly - the demon - when you could only stare at him. “I know this must be a bit to take in, but please let me at least me think about your proposal before you address me with such lewd eyes.”

You broke your stare immediately, aghast and embarrassed.

You little!” You grabbed at him but he was already gone and past you in a blink, evading your actions as easily as a person an ant. 

“Have a good afternoon, Y/N.”

Your mouth flopped like a fish as you watched him jump into the trees at the end of the clearing, wisps of long blonde hair the last thing you saw before he was jumping from branch to branch like a nymph.

You muttered curses under your breath, ripping away at the flowers you still had in your hand, watching them tear to shreds. 

You were interrupted only when an elleth brushed by you gracefully, a serene smile on her beautiful face, yet playful. 

“In my opinion, he did not say no.”

You wanted to die.

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thegirlwhocriesice-deactivated2  asked:

Au where Lance really can't stand his real last name. So he faked paper for the grasion with last name McLain?

I’m so sorry for the lateness of this! This prompt was given to me a long, long time ago and I just only got the um…inspiration to write this? I’m so sorry!

A little bit crossover to KHR since I made this into a MafiaAU of sorts. Note that most or all the things mentioned here (aside from the names they are not mine) are purely from my imagination and should not be taken with any ounce of seriousness.


Lance loved his family with all his heart, never question him about this or you will find yourself with a bullet stuck to any part of your body. What he didn’t appreciate was the part of the society he was born in. more specifically, the dark part of the society he was born in.

The Salazar Family was one of the best known Mafia family in the underworld. Who would not heard of them when they were one of the allies of the strongest Mafia, the Vongola? Being allied with the Vongola also meant that they were associates with the Chiavarone, Simon, Giglio Nero, and Millefiore just to name some of the big names. There was never a peaceful day for Lance for everyday was either spent on training or learning the ways of the world and how to survive in it.

The only lucky thing that Lance could consider was that he was not the eldest, thus exempting him from being the next heir for the family. It was unfair to be happy about this, especially that it was his reluctant older brother who got stuck in that position, but the part that wanted to be free weighed more in Lance’s heart. So at the age of 16th, Lance made a proposition and have the full support of the Vongola Decimo. The Salazar’s Don was a bit reluctant to agree in erasing Lance’s existence in the Mafia world (and that Lance was one of their best strategists) but just one look in his son’s eyes, one full of hope and passion in achieving his dreams, the Don gave his blessings also.

So Lance Salazar, third son of Don Salazar, became Lance McClain, an ordinary boy living with an ordinary family.

Forging documents and family background was just a piece of cake in the underworld and in no time, Lance was already attending the Garrison where he hoped his dreams to be a pilot as an ordinary guy would come true.

Of course there were times where his Mafia side got to the surface and times where he wished he could just contact the family and disposed someone for him. But because he ‘cut all his ties’ with the Mafia it also meant that he had no right to contact them anymore (though sometimes one or two men of his father will come to check up on him.). Why did he want to hire a hitman to eliminate someone? Well, there was this guy called Iverson who seemed to make it his life goal to make Lance’s life as miserable as possible. Always pointing out his flaws and implying that all the documents proving his intelligence were all fake/forge.

He could easily kill Iverson now that he thought about it. He was trained to do such things after all ever since he learned how to do complex Math and covering up the evidences was like slicing an apple with a sharp knife. But then the reason he left the world he was initially born in was to escape all the bloodshed. Only heaven knows how much of those bloods were caused by him even if most of them were all in the act of self-defense.

So he tried his best not to let those words of depreciation got stuck in his head (but most time he believed some of it.)

Then the next impulse to hire a hitman was when Lance started to get compared to a genius student named Keith.

Out of curiosity, Lance checked out this Keith guy. Yeah, he was an awesome pilot and combat but that was the only things that Keith was good at, at least that was how Lance saw it. He was never good at socializing and could not really hide his intention despite having a poker face. Keith would be a dead guy if left alone in the underworld.

Lance wanted to show how smart he was but Iverson already put a lot of bad words in his name resulting for no one to take him seriously. If he did something jaw dropping then majority would just accuse him of cheating because ‘hey, this is Lance! No way he did all of that in his own!’.  Being called as Keith’s replacement was not the most flattering words his ears could hear also.

Being caught in an intergalactic war and stuck in a castle with three and a half humans (Keith was half-Galra after all), two Alteans, space mice, and five sentient robotic lions was just like being trapped inside the Mafia world all over again.

Physical training, strategy making, forming alliances, Lance was tempted to call Voltron as space Mafia. He didn’t know if it already registered in the mind of others but they now have blood in their hands. It didn’t matter if it was an enemy they were killing. Life was life and they were not different to other soldiers of war.

Great, now Lance has human blood and alien blood staining his hands.

He thought about this every day.

Until one day, a sudden fact entered Lance’s mind that ended up with him laughing hysterically during breakfast. Everyone was looking at him like he had lost his mind (he probably had a long time ago).

“Lance, buddy, are you okay?” Hunk was about half way from standing up before Lance waved at him to indicate that he was fine.

“Don’t worry, Hunk. I just…pft! Ahahaha!”

Now Shiro was the one with worry creeping on his face. Was Lance having a breakdown? Was the war they were suddenly thrust in now taking its toll in their Blue Paladin’s mind?

“Lance, I need you to take deep breathes and talk to us.” It was hard but Shiro needed to ensure the health of his teammates even if he was being a hypocrite right now.

“Nah, I’m fine, Shiro. I just remembered something.”

“And that is…?” Lance didn’t know who asked that but he happily answered.

“Iverson is dead meat. Actually, he will be lucky if they will allow him to have a quick death. But knowing my family, I am sure they will torture him first.” Lance resumed eating his breakfast with a bright smile and as if he didn’t said something deeply disturbing.

“Wait, what?” Keith narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean by that.”

“Mullet boy, never cross my family.” That was the only answer Lance gave and it did not satisfy the curiosity of his teammates.

Sure, Lance was not a Salazar anymore and that his surname was now McClain. It didn’t mean though that he was already cast out by those he shared with the same flesh and blood.

After all, blood was thicker than water most of the time.


I don’t really know if I did the prompt some justice (>_<)

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Thirty-four hours.

It had been thirty-four hours since you’d yelled at Jungkook and he had left your office. It had been thirty-four hours since you’d collected yourself after shattering your phone set into pieces and ran out of your office looking for him. Jaebum told you with a dejected frown that Jungkook had left. Where to? His guess was just as good as yours, if not worse.

You ran out to your car, the chill of the night air biting against your bare arms and cheeks, but you’d be lying if you said you felt it. You went at a crawl through the streets, stomping down on the brakes and squinting to make out the face of each and every pedestrian you past who resembled Jungkook in any way. You had even called out to a few of them, earning you nothing more than odd stares or blatant ignorance. You didn’t believe he could have gotten very far, but after two hours of driving, there was no sign of him.

The hospital’s visiting hours were long over, which cut that out as an option. And it took a persuasive conversation and a few slow swipes of your tongue across your painted lips to convince the security guard of Jungkook’s apartment building to tell you that no one had come in or out since six that night. He’d left your building much later than that.

You returned to the building, your jaw aching from hours of clenching your teeth and your eyes downcast, staring at nothing in particular. Jaebum greeted you, and before he could get the chance to ask you what had happened, you held your hand up to him. You were tired of questions, you were tired of explaining things. But, mostly, you just didn’t want to relive the truth of the matter–this was entirely your fault.

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listen, jontron has been horrible since GG’s inception. 
i mean that doesn’t make any of the recent and not-so-recent BATSHIT GARBAGE he’s said any less BATSHIT, but i’m just shocked it took him agreeing with Actual White Supremacists and his racist tirade in that debate stream to get people to realize that his ~Ironic Racism/Misogyny/Transphobia over all these years has either transformed into or always was genuine racism/misogyny/transphobia.
(rape mention past this point.) anyway my awakening moment was back in highschool (actually probably 2013 now that i think about it) watching GG for the first time, the iconic sonic 06 playthrough and thinking it was really funny!! i remember my face hurting from smiling and laughing so much. at least until jontron straight up said he wanted to rape a female NPC they ran into. and as a teenage girl AT THAT EXACT POINT IN TIME dealing with sexual assault and rape joke harassment shit from a male classmate, and watching funny videos on the internet to forget about what i was dealing with, that “joke” wiped the smile off my face and i immediately started crying and closed the video instantly and never finished watching the playthrough or touched another GG video until years after danny replaced jon. (and even then i didn’t stick around super long either - my mexican ass can only stand so many ~ironic~ ‘dirty mexican’ jokes and bad ‘accent humor’, even if not as overtly horrible as jon had been.)
anyway my point is that it’s just really funny that people who had been SAYING all these years that “he’s just kidding!! him saying rapey and racist things are just jokes!!!” are for some reason shocked now that it turns out he wasn’t joking at all, as if a totally not racist or misogynistic person would think it’s okay or be comfortable enough to joke about those things to begin with. it’s almost as funny as the fact that jontron thinks him making those kinds of comments has no effect on the audience he seems to crave so badly!!! (read: his non white, jewish, female, disabled, and victims of sexual assault former fans who got tired of his shit. not to mention alienating his ‘heroes’ like neil c. for openly being a pos where neil could see it LMAO.)

TL;DR: jontron has literally always been shit, he’s just been a lot louder about it lately bc he’s managed to weed out all his decent fans and left only his nasty hugbox who never challenge his racist rapey self.

Draco took one look inside the room and turned around. Rooming with Harry Potter? No, thank you. 

The pressure was already on. Everybody expected him to run and hide. And maybe he should have. But that would be like admitting defeat. Truth be told, Draco Malfoy was defeated, but he wasn’t about to show anyone that. 

Still, rooming with Harry Potter for his already stressful eighth year? That was the last straw. The last taunt he could take. He was out. 

Potter followed him, which Draco should have predicted. Potter wasn’t one to let things lie. 

“Malfoy, wait!“ 

Draco stopped but didn’t bother to turn around. He wouldn’t be staying long. "I’m not rooming with you, Potter. I can’t do it.”

He couldn’t see it, but he could imagine Potter’s expression easily. A mix of stubbornness, pity and something expectant, almost hopeful. He’d been wearing that same face around Draco ever since the trial. It made Draco uneasy. “I’m not - I don’t - I’ve forgiven you, Malfoy. There doesn’t need to be any bad –“

Draco whirled around then. He couldn’t help himself. He’d been right about Potter’s face. “You think that’s what this is about? Forgiveness?”

“It’s not?”

“It’s about my dignity, Potter,” Draco explained, trying – and failing – to keep his voice reserved. “It’s about self-preservation. It’s about admitting when I’ve lost.”

That, at least, surprised Potter enough to wipe the stupid piteous expression off his face. It was replaced with, of all things, a smile and the slight quirk of an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you for a quitter.”

Draco recognised it for what it was immediately. “Don’t.”

Potter feigned innocence. “Don’t what?”

“You know what. Don’t try and goad me into staying.”

Potter didn’t seem phased at being caught out. If anything, it encouraged the bastard. He leant up against the doorframe and crossed his arms, staring up at Draco with wide, dangerous eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Truth be told, I was dreading being your roommate. You leaving actually makes things easier for me. I won’t have to worry about being murdered in my sleep.””

Draco blinked. “I would never – “

“Of course you would say that,” Potter interrupted with an infuriating casualness. “But I’d still put up protection spells every night. Just in case. Self-preservation and all.” He winked.

“What are you trying to – “

“You always were a sore loser when I beat you in Quidditch. I guess I’m not surprised you couldn’t even hack a single day back at Hogwarts. That must be some sort of drop-out record.”

Draco pulled his shoulders back and took a deep breath, composing himself. It wouldn’t do to curse the Wizarding World’s saviour with his position of freedom already so precarious. “I’m not a sore loser. I’m not a quitter. It’s just too – “

“Then prove it,” Potter said, standing back up to his full height, staring Draco right in the eyes. “Stay. Just one more day. Show everyone what Draco Malfoy is made of.”

Draco stared back. Potter didn’t look away, didn’t back down. As always, Potter wasn’t quitting. And Potter never lost.

Draco pushed past Potter into the room and busied himself with unpacking his trunk to avoid any further eye contact. He knew Potter’s eyes were on his back. He could practically feel Potter’s inevitable smug smile boring into him. He thought it best to clarify:

“One more day.”

BTS Reaction - Anal play/sex

Warning: very mature themes below.

Seokjin

The two of you have done a lot of preparation to bring you up to this point.  Jin was keen on the idea from the moment you’d mentioned it, but although eager to give it a try he also wanted to make sure you did it right, to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for both of you.  That’d led up to him doing an awful lot of research - some of it slightly questionable - but you have to admit that it’s helped things go smoothly up until this point.  

He’s spent so much time preparing your body for what’s to come; trailing soft, loving kisses all over you, caressing you until you’re begging for his touch and only slipping his fingers inside your heat once you’re already soaking wet with anticipation.  He teases you into an orgasm with those fingers and thumb rubbing at your clitoris, smiling as he watches you come undone, and only once he’s satisfied that you’re totally ready and relaxed does he slip those slickened digits downward to graze over your other hole.  

You’re wet enough that lube probably isn’t even necessary, but Jin still takes out the tube he’d tucked under the pillow and coats his fingers in it generously before returning them between your buttocks.  

“Ready?” he asks softly, the hair that’s hanging down into his eyes obscuring some of the lust glinting in them.  You nod, biting your lip, holding your breath as you feel Jin’s pointer finger start to push inside.  “Relax, princess.”  He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, waiting until he sees you exhale and sag before carrying on, pushing past that tight ring of muscle.  It burns a little as he does, a stilted moan falling from your lips, but once he stills, two knuckles deep, it just feels… kind of weird.  

“C-carry on,” you encourage breathlessly, realising how closely Jin’s watching your face for any signs of discomfort.  On hearing your words he starts to drag that finger back and forth, his own breaths starting to become ragged as you begin to moan, and soon enough he’s pressing in a second finger too, impatience finally starting to get the better of him.  It doesn’t feel weird anymore, it feels amazing.

“You’re doing so well, princess.”

Originally posted by teamoseokjin

Yoongi

Is it possible to marry a particular part of someone’s body?  Because if it is then Yoongi’s tongue better get ready for a stunning, heartfelt proposal any day now.  You love that thing and the talented way in which he uses it.  Before Yoongi no one had ever made you cum with oral sex - the whole thing was always just a bit awkward, to be honest - but now?  It’s your most favourite thing ever.  You could happily forgo sex entirely just to live your life sat on Yoongi’s face, but as much as he seems to love doing it, it’d probably still be a little selfish of you to do so.

You’re just coming down from your second orgasm - or was it your third - and from the looks of it Yoongi has no intention of letting up, drawing delicate figures of eight against your clitoris despite the way your hips are twisting and squirming to get away.  

“Yoongi,” you whine, pushing gently at where his hands are fixed on your hips but to no avail, “I-ah-it’s too much…”

“Hmm?”  He continues to skim his tongue through your folds even as he lazily lifts his eyes, looking up at you past your pubic bone, “You want me to stop?”  You hesitate, biting your lip, and you can make out the very corners of his lips curling into a smirk.  “Or do you want something else?”   

You nod eagerly, expecting him to emerge from between your legs and climb on top of you, but apparently sex isn’t what Yoongi has in mind.  He sinks down further between your legs, trailing his tongue down your perineum and closing his eyes as his hands travel from your hips to grasp your buttocks, pulling them apart.  Your own eyes are wide and staring at the ceiling as he moves, your body frozen with anticipation, and although you’ve quickly figured out what it is that Yoongi’s intending to do, nothing can prepare you for the feel of his hot tongue pressing against your hole.  

“F-fuck!” you stutter as it starts to probe inside, instantly loving the way it feels.  You should have known he’d be as good at this as he is at everything else.  

“Want me to stop?” he checks again, obviously having mistaken the flexing of your hips off of the bed as an attempt to move away.

“God, no,” you gasp, reaching down to replace his hands with yours, spreading yourself open in invitation and freeing his up for much more important, pleasurable things.  He chuckles lowly, flicking his tongue against your hole again, loving the way it contracts at his touch.  

“That’s my girl.”  

Originally posted by sugasuite

Hoseok

“Hobi, baby, I’m ready.”  There’s sweat beading down the side of your face that isn’t pressed into the pillow, the one that you’re holding onto as you arch your back, pushing Hobi’s long, delicate fingers inside even further.  He’s been fingering your ass for at least twenty minutes now, graduating slowly from one finger to two and then three, separating them whilst they’re inside you to stretch you open as much as he possibly can, and although initially it was a little uncomfortable it’s gotten to the point now where you just want more.  “Please,” you add, voice muffling as your turn your face into the pillow.  

He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving you achingly empty and groaning until you feel him start to climb on top of you.  He kisses your shoulders sweetly as he places his elbows on either side of the pillow to take his weight, lying himself between your spread legs, his abs coming to rest on the swell of your buttocks as his leaking cock lies between them.  

“Are you sure?” he murmurs against your skin, lips trailing your throat now, nuzzling under your hair to nibble at your ear.  You turn your head so you can just about see his gorgeous face and just about kiss him too, soft and slow and tender, subtly moving your hips to rub his cock between the press of your bodies.  

“I’m sure,” you whisper against his mouth and you feel his length twitch with excitement, his breath quickening as he reaches down to line himself up with your soaking wet core.  He sinks in with a groan, his eyes slipping closed as he pumps himself back and forth just a handful of times before withdrawing pushing his now well-lubricated cock against your asshole.  

Inch by inch he slowly enters you, moving a little and then waiting for your breathy pleas to continue, doing this over and over again until finally he’s fully seated inside you, and you swear you hear him make a funny, broken sound as he bottoms out, his breathing even more ragged than it was before.  It’s killing him to hold back, you can tell by the way he’s clutching the pillow, his knuckles turning white, body shaking just as much as yours is too.  

“God,” he gasps as he starts to move a little, like he can’t trust himself to start thrusting properly in case he gets carried away, “It’s even tighter than your pussy.  Fuck.  You’re gonna kill me baby.”

Originally posted by kbap

Namjoon

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this, babygirl.”  

Namjoon’s been prepping you for this moment for months.  He was the one that’d suggested bringing anal play into your already fairly adventurous sex life, but when he’d seen how nervous you’d looked he’d gone on to promise that you’d take things slow - and that’s exactly what he’d done.  

He’d brought home a very slim, delicate vibrator first, and once you were comfortable with that a beginner’s set of anal beads had joined your modest collection of sex toys.  Those beads gradually increased in size until you found yourself buying a small anal plug all of your own accord, and then a bigger one and a bigger one, until you’d finally graduated to the sizeable plug resting inside you now.  Although not as nearly as long as Namjoon’s cock it matches him for girth, so you know you’ll be able to take whatever he has to give you.  

You’re on all fours, legs spread wide open and hips swaying enticingly as Namjoon kneels behind you, palming your buttocks with both hands and squeezing hard.  

“I can’t wait to see this tight little hole stretching around my cock,” he muses, almost to himself, and at his words you feel your pussy drip, a string of arousal gradually lengthening towards the bed as you moan softly, longing for him to touch you.  

“Please daddy,” you sigh needily, arching your back and biting your lip to stop yourself mewling at the feel of the plug shifting inside of you.  You’ve been wearing it all day underneath your clothes, knowing that tonight was the night, and you’re wound up so tight that you really don’t think you can wait much longer.  

“Please what?” he asks, and you tell from just the tone of his voice that he’s smirking, even as he’s rising up on his knees and tapping on the end of the plug smartly.  Every time he does it it sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, everything clenching as you start to ache for him more and more.  “You want daddy’s cock in here instead, don’t you?”  You nod frantically, pushing yourself back against him until suddenly, without warning, he yanks the plug out.  

You don’t have time to feel empty because the moment the plug is gone Namjoon’s lining up the head of his cock with your gaping hole to replace it, stuffing himself inside in one sharp, hard thrust. However loudly you might have screamed when he removed the plug it’s nothing compared to the sounds you’re making now.  He slams into you over and over again, grabbing onto your hair and yanking your head back as he groans,

“Your ass is gonna be so full of daddy’s cum you’ll be leaking for a week, babygirl.”

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

Jimin

You’ve wanted to try anal sex for a while now, but unfortunately the first and only time you brought it up with Jimin didn’t end too well.  He just couldn’t get his head around why you would want to try something he was so convinced would hurt you, and no matter how much you disagreed or reassured, he just wouldn’t be swayed.  He wasn’t interested in that, thanks, and nothing you could say would change his mind.

You’ve been wondering to yourself lately though, whether there’s something you can do rather than say that might make him think twice, and today you’ve been presented with the perfect opportunity to give your little theory a try.  

Jimin loves mutual masturbation.  It’s a little kink of his, putting on a show for you to watch as he watches you too.  He’s so theatrical, throwing his head back, biting his pouty lips and making the lewdest of noises, lapping up every bit of praise you send his way, and today is no exception.  

“You like watching me, don’t you?” he groans, fisting his cock as he watches you sink your fingers inside yourself with dark, lustful eyes.  

“You know I do, baby,” you reply huskily, “You look so good, so gorgeous.”  He smiles, his head tilting backward with pleasure as he bites his lips and closes his eyes, giving you the perfect opportunity to-

“Jagi, what’re you doing?” Jimin’s breathless, his eyes widening when he finally picks up his head up long enough to notice that two of your hands are now occupied, not just one.  

“Taking matters into my own hands,” you purr back, lifting an eyebrow at him salaciously.  He visibly swallows,and you have to fight the urge to smirk back at him. This is going to work, you can already tell.

You start off slow, teasing both yourself and him by just rubbing at your hole, eventually using the wetness of your pussy to ease a finger inside, gasping at the foreign sensation.  

“Jimin,” you mewl, opening up your eyes to see him stroking himself even harder than before, his length twitching in his hand as he watches your finger disappear, “Don’t you wanna help me?”  He hesitates, swallowing again, his eyes flicking between your face and the movement below.  

“I-I don’t wanna hurt you…”

“Does it look like it hurts?” You start to add a second finger to the first, throwing your head back into the pillow and letting out an exaggerated moan.  “It feels so good, Jimin, please baby, I want you to feel this.”  

Mercifully Jimin caves, just like you knew he would, and seconds later you feel him crawl him way between your legs, his small fingers coming to rest against your own.  You let him take over, biting your lip to hold back a satisfied smile as he gingerly presses his finger inside, groaning at what he finds.

“Oh God, Jagi, it’s so tight.  Why didn’t we do this before?”

Originally posted by missbaptan

Taehyung

“Tae, someone’s gonna see!”

“They won’t, not if you keep quiet,” he hisses into your ear before attacking your throat, kissing and biting at your tender skin as his hand slips under your skirt.  He pulls your knickers down do they hang round your ankles, your back pressed against the wall and as he smothers your body with his own, his hard erection digging into your stomach.  

You’re not sure what exactly got into him on stage to make him act this way, but whatever it was, you like it.  As soon as he’d come backstage you’d recognised the look in his eyes, the way he was tonguing the inside of his cheek as he looked you up and down before dragging you off to some secluded corner behind the scenes.  

The sound of voices only feet away makes you gasp in panic, and Tae chooses that exact moment to slip his fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the wetness he finds.  He starts to curl his fingers against your g-spot, biting on your bottom lip, and when you fail to contain a stilted moan he smirks dangerously, cocking his head to the side.  

“That’s not very quiet, is it?” He pulls his fingers from you and grabs hold of your hips. “Turn around.” He spins you, pressing your chest against the wall as he lifts up your skirt, exposing the bare globes of your buttocks to his hungry eyes, and once again he starts to finger you roughly.  

You’re just about managing to hold your sounds in despite the way he’s pressing himself into you with every thrust of his fingers, muffling yourself by putting your arm across your mouth, but when Taehyung’s hand suddenly moves elsewhere you yelp, your eyes widening as you look back at him over your shoulder in shock.  

“You wanted to try this, didn’t you?” he smirks, amused by your scandalised expression.

“Yes… b-but, not here, Tae, at home!”  He just continues to grin, licking his lips as he continues to press at your asshole with his slippery fingers.

“No time like the present.”  He shoves you against the wall again, covering your mouth with his free hand as he pushes a first finger inside.  “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?”  he growls into your ear as he pistons that finger back and forth and all you can do is spills out muffled cries into his hand, arching your back to seek out more.  You’d never thought it would ever feel this good, not ever.  

A second finger joins the first and then he’s scissoring them, stretching you open roughly until he finally unzips his fly, satisfied that you’re ready.  A rustling of material tells you he’s pulled his cock out from his stage outfit, and when he gathers the wetness that’s practically dripping from you you know he’s using it to slicken up his length, ready to slip it inside you.

Tae pushes on your lower back, forcing you to bend and lift your ass up whilst his hand remains held tightly around your mouth, and then he’s pushing inside you with his throbbing length, slow and steady, until he’s all the way inside and panting hard.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this, right here.  You’re such a little slut.”  

Originally posted by tae-taeshi

Jungkook

“Like this, babe?”

“Yeah, that’s good, that’s good.”  You’re on top of Jungkook, leant forward so your chest is on his chest, your hands stroking through his hair as you slowly slide yourself back and forth on his solid length.  He’s slipping his index fingers in and out of your ass in time with your movements, just like you asked him to, and it feels so, so good.  You’re so full, and as you start to quicken the pace of your hips it just starts to get better.  

He’s looking up at you worshipfully with those soft, doe eyes of his, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches you ride him, flexing his hips to push up into you at the same time.  When you crash your mouth against his he’s only too eager to kiss you back, moaning quietly as you tug gently on his hair.  

“More, Kookie baby, please,” you mumble against his lips, and although it’s a stretch for him somehow he manages to push in a second finger alongside the first, almost cumming on the spot when he realises he can feel his own cock inside you through your internal walls, can feel the ridge of the head slipping in and out as you move on the pads of his fingers.  

“B-babe?” he says stiltedly, calling your attention, “Can I… can I put it in your ass?”  Jungkook mostly looks wrecked, wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead, but when he makes that hesitant, stuttered request you see a flicker of embarrassment in his face.  You immediately kiss it away, using that little bit of time to decide, and when you pull away you’ve already come to the conclusion that there’s nothing you’d like more, even if the thought of it does make you a little nervous.  You and Jungkook have done all your other first together - you might as well do this one too.  

Smiling reassuring you slowly lift yourself off of his fingers and his cock, holding it at the base whilst you reposition your hips so that the swollen head is nudging at your other hole instead.  Slowly, ever so slowly, you start to let your weight go, sinking onto him at a pace that’s agonising.  It burns, you can’t pretend it doesn’t, but as much as it hurts you can’t help but love it at the same time, watching the way Jungkook’s face is screwed up in pleasure, his head tossed back on the pillow as he feels you clench around him.  Once he’s finally sheathed inside you you’re out of breath, panting, running your hands over his sweaty abs to keep yourself steady, and just as you’re about to start moving Jungkook grabs your hips to keep you still.

“Babe, don’t, not yet.  It feels too good; I’m gonna cum if you move.”  

Originally posted by mayfifolle

it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5.5k

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

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You could feel your phone start to vibrate deep in the pocket of your coat as you fumbled with your keys and trying to balance your grocery bags in your hands. “Fuck.” You mumbled as the sounds of a bag ripping echoes through the hallway. By the time you managed to save your bananas and unlock your front door your phone had stopped.

The game of phone tag had been going on since Yoongi left for his work trip the week before and you hoped that when you called him back that he would still be on the other line. But your heart sank when the line kept ringing, only to have him pick up at the last second.

“Hey babe.” He said flatly. The syllables running off his tongue as if his thoughts were on autopilot.

You sank down in your chair, preparing for another conversation where neither of you actually say how you’re really feeling. Speaking in empty words to continue to pretend that things were still going strong between the two of you. “How is the album coming along?” You asked as you always do when Yoongi is away for work.

Yoongi sighed through the line and you could almost see him running his fingers through his messy hair, “The album is done. I’m just wrapping up the last of the mixing. I’m catching a flight home tomorrow”

Even through all the awkwardness your heart still skipped a beat at the mention of the word home. “Do you want me to pick you up?” You asked, trying to mask the hopefulness in your voice.

He paused, and you held your breath hoping that maybe he would have changed his mind, “No, it’s okay. My flight won’t be getting in until late and I don’t want you to have to take the train by yourself. I’ll just catch a cab home”

You couldn’t remember the last time he let you pick him up from the airport. You remembered how your heart used to race when he would text you that he landed. Even if Yoongi was only gone for a few days seeing him come down the escalators was enough to send your heart into a tailspin, “Oh, okay. Will you let me know when you’ve boarded and when you get in? Just to make sure you’re safe”

Yoongi’s yawn echoed through the phone, “I will. But I should get back to work. I love you”

“I love you too” were the only words that escaped your lips before the line on the other end went dead.

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Mission Bad Boy | 03

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Notes: Just a little present for you guys, and I wanted to make up for the fact that I won’t be able to post for a while. I hope you enjoy! 5.4 k Words

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Originally posted by knjtrash

The days which followed were completely dedicated to Kim Namjoon’s transformation. You figured that you should work on changing his outward behaviour before changing the way he looked. If the physical transformation happened first and he didn’t have the personality to suit it, people could just call him fake. The bullying would just get worse.

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The Other One | Damian Wayne x Reader

Description: Damian Wayne is suddenly being very affectionate, and the moment he drops and “I love you” you know he’s done something wrong. But what is it this time?

Words: 2349

Notes: I sorta had this idea… and sorry guys, I won’t be doing a part two XD

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Have you ever entered your home, or a place that was familiar to you in an instinctual sense, and then felt like something was off? Like something miniscule was gone and made the picture incomplete, or everything had been moved a couple inches to the left, making things look normal but just… slightly different? Because that’s how it feels right now as you stand before Damian Wayne.

There is the rigidness of his form that you are accustomed to, but it is not caused by the tautness of his muscles and his overall stance. Damian seems anxious. He keeps rubbing his hands up and down his legs. His eyes flutter about the room, and he jumps when he hears you enter.

You drop your backpack on the cushion beside him, bending over the couch to wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind. When you press your lips and nose into his cheek you can feel his skin heat heavily. Making Damian Wayne blush was one of many of your favorite pastimes involving him, the others needing a more… private setting to occur. He tenses slightly at your touch, which you aren’t surprised by considering how he usually is with everyone. He doesn’t smell how he usually does though, but like a mock copy of his normal scent of metal and some kind of aftershave. Must be trying out new body washes.

You smile against his cheek, kissing the skin beneath his eye,”Happy Friday, Damian Wayne.”

Damian turned his head, watching your expression with a one coated in failed-to-hide surprise, but he swiftly concealed it more professionally. Damian murmured,”Happy Friday, Y/N.”

At not being called “beloved”, your stomach twisted oddly; you were alone and Damian had not seen you all day… did he not feel safe enough to call you by the nickname you had fallen in love with? It was customary. It was his own special kind of “welcome home”. At this thought, you unravel your arms from his shoulders and walk around the couch. Damian looks you up and down, either impressed with your appearance, in awe, or utterly terrified. You can’t really tell because he’s never shown so much emotion on his face at once. It’s overloading even you.

“I missed you today.” You confessed tenderly. His lips part and his brows raise when you plop down in his lap innocently, hooking your arms around his neck. It is a little unnerving, seeing him show even you so much of what he’s thinking on his face. Damian Wayne must not be feeling well, because when he looks at you he becomes a little dazed and distracted, and after you sat in his lap he looked more than pleasantly surprised. He fingers flutter unsurely, before settling on your waist and pulling you deeper into his lap.

“Is that so?” Damian questioned. He smirked, but the way he performed the action didn’t seem strictly him. Figuring he’s just going through something—nothing you couldn’t help—you glance down at his lips, placing a playful finger on his bottom one. You hummed a yes. Damian hummed back, distracted with… something, and probably you. He had told you how beautiful he thought you were, but he had never exactly acted it out as he was now, or stared at you with so much lust and wonder. Your heart raced at his newfound openness; you are thrilled.

Damian’s lips part, eyes never leaving your mouth. His gaze flicks upward and at your pupils, where you take in the emotional colors showing on Damian’s face. When you lean down and accept his lips in a kiss, he responds near too eagerly, hands jumping up your back and squeezing every part of you he can. The kiss is little awkward too. That might be what first got you thinking, as Damian is such a fluid and smoothly romantic kisser that, even when you shared your first kiss, he had always been an expert.

You giggle when he plants a kiss against your jaw, fingers gliding through his hair, down his neck and back up again. Damian smiled.”Go out with me.” He stated instead of asked. You don’t exactly complain when he starts to leave slow kisses on your neck and shoulder. You laughed,”We’re already dating, Damian.”

“I mean on a date.” He clarified politely. Politely. As in without the customary added,“obviously” or “idiot”. Damian’s palm flattened on your back.”Like we go out to eat or something.” Damian smirked again, this time more familiar. His tone turns sensual.”I want you all to myself.” He whispered.

“D-Damian!” You laughed when he kissed your chin. He’s never been so affectionate before. Before you can question what triggered it, he grabs your jackets from off the couch and urged you to stand. When you are faced with the entirety of his height, Damian opens your coat and helps you put it on, smoothly wrapping his arms around you when the fabric pulls around you. He kisses your neck once more,”You are so beautiful, my beloved.” He murmured.

“Thank you, Damian.” You blushed deeply. Where was this coming from? What had he done to warrant the need to make you extra happy? You tried not to frown.” But what’s gotten into you? Why are you being so… affectionate?” You asked, laughing awkwardly in your confusion.

Damian only shook his head, body suddenly tense. Regardless, he dismisses this and tilts your chin towards him, then smiles,”TT. It’s because I’m in love with you.”

He states the words like they are an everyday thing. You know for a fact that Damian Wayne has only said “I love you” to you twice. Once when he thought you were dying, and another time when he was heading into a suicide mission. Those had been private moments, where he was feeling and almost bleeding a need for the acceptance and love that you always gave him.

In desperate times, lonely nights, or moments of weakness you thought of the most recent time he had spoken those words to you. You can visualize the scene like one could visualize a loved one’s face; the engine of the Batwing fired up and humming behind you both, the coarse material of his gloves pressing into your palms, his cool lips molding against your knuckles before he pressed them against his heart. You can still hear him say it even after months since that night,”I love you, Y/N L/N. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

That’s the moment you begin to realize.


“…Did you really rent out the entire place on such short notice?” You questioned.

Damian nodded smugly, your shoes tapping in unison against the dining room’s floorboards. It’s elegant and probably about the size of a ballroom, filled with tables that waiters and waitresses scurry around silently as they prepare for an event later in the day. Two finish up preparing a table for the both of you and they disappear by the time you reach the table blanketed in sunlight. Damian pulls out your chair, positioned just in front of the large windows, and the boy kisses your temple as he passes in order to sit down in his own chair.

A waiter delivers you both menus, and by the time you choose your drink Damian has locked you into conversation, which you don’t contribute much to. Something is off. Something must be off, because he keeps flashing you crooked smiles, playing footsie beneath the table, smiling more, and even daring to stroke your hand while he listens to you speak. To make matters more mysterious, he keeps looking out the window as the sky darkens. You’ve started counting now. He’s glanced at the entrances at least five times in the last four minutes of your conversation.

“Is everything okay, Damian?” You asked. You set your fork down on your plate, the silverware clinking in the nearing-uncomfortable silence. His phone buzzes just as he’s about to answer. Damian stands from the table and removes his phone from his pocket, shifting his eyes about the gallery on the second floor of the room.

“Everythings fine, beloved. I just have to take this call—”

A shadow casts over the window, and you have just enough time to leap out of your chair and out of the way. Glass becomes painful rain and crashing is the only sound you can hear. The window shatters, the cutlery on the table flies, and the china you were eating on splits apart as boots crush them. Something metal rings as it is swung, and then you are meeting eyes with Damian Wayne.

For a split second your mind questioned how Damian had managed to change clothing so fast and “hey, since when does he look so beat up?”. That is, until you spot the other Damian Wayne, still dressed in a suit and holding his phone. His odd behavior all afternoon suddenly made sense; the affection, the “I love you”, the awe of your own appearance—you were an attractive girl, and technically it was the clone’s first time seeing you for himself. He was a clone or a shapeshifter of some kind. And you had kissed him.

Your Damian looks down at you; he’d probably been captured, or at least someone attempted to kidnap him and replace him with a look-alike. His lip is bleeding and he already has a couple bruises forming and puffing up his face. The sword in his grasp reflects the clone’s eyes, and Damian’s don’t stray from the enemy.

“Y/N?” Your Damian called.

You stole a steak knife from one of the tables, raising yourself into a defensive stance,”I’m fine.” You assure,”Y’know, except for the fact that you never told me you have an identical twin.

Damian jumps off the table and lands solidly a few feet before the clone. You join his side as he said,”I didn’t know either.” He huffed.

The clone’s expression darkens once he understands he’s been caught. Your questions can wait until later, but it seems that the sickness rising up your throat doesn’t like that idea. You kissed a copy, let a clone touch you and even sway you to believe his identity. You knew something was off. Why hadn’t you noticed it?

“Who sent you? Why are you doing this?” Damian hissed.

The clone grits his teeth, suddenly dropping the surprised deer-in-headlights look. The action seems too right on Damian’s face. Damian’s copy drops the phone and crushes it under his heel,”That will be revealed in due time.”

You and your Damian exchanged a look. Damian turns his glare on his counterpart,”Wrong answer.”

Damian reels back his foot, swiveling into a sidekick that narrowly misses his clone’s cheekbone. The clone steps back and ducks all of Damian’s strikes. He even manages to avoid the knife you hurl at him, and the several following forks. Damian kicked the copy backward and into your dinner table, but the copy manages to get the upper hand and rolls over its surface, gripping the table’s edge and throwing it at the two of you with enough force to distract you. You spot the flurry of panic in his eyes, but the feeling is accompanied by a strong sense of high. Adrenaline high.

When you recover from the blow, pressing yourself to your feet only to find your Damian already standing, you are too late and too far away to reach the window in time. Damian’s clone smirks at the both of you, wiggling his fingers in a wave of goodbye,”See you later.”

”By the way,” His smirk transforms into a malicious grin that digs under your skin and roots there. He winks at Damian.”Your girlfriend is an amazing kisser.”

Damian releases a cry of anguish just as the clone leaps from the broken window. You both rush after him, looking through the shards of glass, down at the lower floors of the building, and the non-stop motion of the street below. The clone is nowhere in sight.

You both stand there, suspended in time and coming down from the rush of emotions and energy. Damian tightens his grip around his sword’s blade and breaks the silence,”You kissed him?” He hissed.

“I thought he was you.” You moaned in distress. Collapsing onto one of the tables and putting your face in your hands, you try to ignore the blatant disgust your body wants to display when you can still taste the clone’s kiss. It hadn’t been him. It hadn’t been your Damian at all. You hated how much you liked the new breeds of affection the clone gave you, his gift of those rarely-spoken three words, the sweet and tenderness you wanted Damian to show you more than anything.

Pushing aside your thoughts, you pull your hands from your face and try not to act as repulsed as you feel. You search your boyfriend’s visage for anything that could indicate an even more dangerous situation. It’s surprising to see the honest worry in his eyes, the jealous tenseness in his shoulders, and the obvious disregard for himself as he asks,”Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

“Yes, Damian,” You laugh without humor. When he comes closer, you hesitate to put a hand on his arm.”Really, I’m fine,” You told him, despite feeling sick… Could that be considered cheating on him? Even if you didn’t know? You scan his face for something distinctly Damian, and half-heartedly joke to make everything better,”And how do I know you’re not a second clone to trick me again?” You asked him.

Damian wordlessly cups your chin with one hand and kisses you, firmly and more to prove a point than to express love or devotion. You tense with the sentiment regardless, stiffening in the same way Damian does when you kiss him out of nowhere as well. After he realizes you’re uncomfortable he retracts from you. The second he pulls away and finds his breath, he rolls his eyes,”That’s a stupid plan and I highly doubt anyone would do that.”

“Yep,” You smiled crookedly at him,”It’s definitely you.”

“Now, come on.” Damian scooped up his discarded grappling line and retrieved his mask from somewhere in his clothing,”We have a doppelganger to find, beloved.”

Dating Harry Would Include - 41

Grocery shopping:  

-  Looking at the grocery list he did and finding little notes he wrote for his lyrics because he was inspired
- Him asking you with a serious face if you want him to carry you in the trolley
- Him greeting by their names all the employees of the store
- Keeping an eye on you even if he knows he gonna lose you at least 3 times before leaving the store
- Buying the treats that you like the most without you need to ask him to
- Proposing him the weirdest things you can find just to see his reactions
- Replacing all the candies you took back in the shelves “ We won’t have candies as dinner!”
- Rolling his eyes with a half smile when you make a disgusted face when he proposes you Brussels sprouts
- Losing a bit of your patience when he needs 20 minutes to be sure to choose the  best organic olive oil
- Frowning when you leave without him to another aisle and he has to rush to choose the thing he was looking at
- Arguing on new things he want to taste even if you warn him that he won’t like it
- Searching for him in all the aisles of the store to find him carrying the shopping basket of an old lady
- Him singing nonchalantly along to the music while walking through the aisles
- Him always buying you a little something to surprise you  without you noticing it
- Him looking with a dubitative face the different packages of sanitary pads not  remembering the one you usually take
- Him insisting to go into every single aisle even if you need nothing from there
- Helping you to reach things too high for you by lifting you by your waist
- Scolding you when you don’t wait after him to help you to lift the heaviest things
- Teasing you when he sees you can’t help of dancing when a music that you like is heard in the store
- Gently pushing on your buttocks with the trolley when you walk towards  the waiting line
- Interlacing his hand with yours while you two are waiting, his thumb stroking slowly your skin
- Insisting on carrying the heaviest bags and giving you the surprise he bought you when you try to protest … 

(With the gif you can have a little idea of how he could look like while trying to figure out the brand of hygienic pads you prefer… )

Brat

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1k+

Prompt: I’m so excited for this week’s daddy 😍😍😍 can I request a smutty drabble of Jaebum dominating a brat please?

A/N: This is… quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever written, lmfao. Happy Halloween, everyone! My masterlist is here, as always. Requests are still open, and Daddy of the Week is still JB! You can vote here for next week’s!

Warnings: Impact play, bondage, degradation, asphyxiation, daddy kink.

Your hand found Jaebum’s ass with ease in the elevator, and you noticed him jump slightly and drop a glare over his shoulder. He glanced around at the other members in the elevator, and even you were impressed that none of the other six people had seemed to notice.

You leaned forward and rested your lips against his neck, staring at him as you dragged your fingers over his clothed lower back, palming again at his perfect ass, harder still. He leaned back into your touch and you smiled to yourself, hand dancing across his hip line. The elevator opened and everyone piled out, leaving you and Jaebum to linger briefly.

“When we get home, you’re so dead,” he breathed, a devilish smile crossing his lips as he tried to calm the hardening mass in his pants.


“Get dressed,” Jaebum’s voice was low, his eyes smoldering. “Thong and harness. Leave the bra,” he growled.

You obliged in a hurry, only pausing to have him tighten the straps on the back of the harness, and faced him at the edge of the bed.

The look that crossed Jb’s face was darker than you’d ever seen as he pulled you by the arm into the bedroom, his hand leaving a mark as he pushed you facedown onto the bed. He walked to the dresser and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass in the air. You hoped that maybe if he noticed, he’d slam a hand across it, but he ignored you. He pulled your rope from the top drawer, and the baby pink of the silk shone in the light coming from overhead.

He took one end of the rope in his hand, twirling it around his finger before regarding you darkly. “Daddy’s gonna tie you up, and you don’t get to speak until I tell you. Understand?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you said, fingers digging into the sheets before he grabbed hold of your left wrist, slipping the silk under it.

“Give me your other hand. You know the drill, baby,” he murmured, hands deftly pulling the rope back into position. You obliged, not a word escaping you. Jaebum looped it just once over your wrists, then the other way. Today’s punishment was sure to be painful. He tied a square knot as the rope dug into your wrists, and he pressed your face into the bed.

“What happens to brats?” he asked.

“They- They get punished,” you said, the sheets muffling your words.

“That’s right, baby girl,” Jaebum said, brandishing the rope. You waved your ass in the air again, hoping that maybe this time he would at least acknowledge it.

“Look at you, putting your ass in the air like a little slut. Do you want Daddy to spank you?”

You nodded with your face still buried in the sheets. “Yes, daddy,” you admitted shamelessly, your soaking wet pussy dripping through the fabric of your thong. He must have noticed, because he pulled his hand back and delivered a quick and sharp blow to your ass, causing you to jolt forward into the bed. You let a breath hiss through your teeth, doing all you could not to moan as pain was replaced with pleasure. Jaebum had hooked his thumb in the string of the thong, pulling it to the side and pressing two fingers to your entrance, filling you nearly without warning.

If you moaned, he would stop, you knew, so you stayed quiet as long as you could, his fingers scissoring inside you as they simultaneously pumped. You held tight for another few thrusts, until he grabbed hold of your hair.

“God, fuck me, daddy,” you mewled, unable to contain yourself any longer.

He stopped nearly immediately and released your hair. Jaebum flipped you over so he was on the bottom, your back facing him, the string of your thong still firmly held against his thumb. He undid his pants hastily, pulling out his member with ease.

You fuck me, baby,” he growled playfully. “You want it so bad, you do it.” Jaebum positioned himself just under your entrance, pulling you down with his hand wrapped firmly around the back of your thong. He guided you back, his other hand helping you balance by holding the rope between your wrists. You rolled your hips slowly back into his, and you could feel him start to get frustrated because you weren’t going fast enough. Just to tease him, you moved even more slowly, and were extremely pleased with the result.

Jaebum got up on his knees and pulled you back so you were flush against his chest, his free hand wrapping around your neck. “You’re such a brat,” he breathed, slamming his cock into you with everything he had. He kept his grip on your neck, squeezing the sides as he slammed you over and over again, pulling all the way out every time.

“You like it when daddy fucks you like this, don’t you?” You could feel him smirking behind you. “Tell me you’re my pretty little slut,” he breathed, “and I’ll fuck you like you really deserve to be fucked.” he licked your earlobe, hand still wrapped around your neck.

“I-I’m your pretty little s-slut,” you choked out, and he removed his hand from your neck.

“Good girl,” he said, and pressed your face back into the bed, slamming his cock back into you.  

His hands both wrapped around yours, pinching the rope between your wrists so it dug in, creating marks on your skin. His hips snapped furiously against yours, causing all the air to be expelled from your lungs as he slammed into you, hard and fast.

“Oh, god, Daddy, right there!” you hissed. He’d rubbed you exactly the right way, and it was all you could do to cling to the building wave inside you. He thrust faster, if that were possible, and the wave inside you turned to a tsunami, washing over you. A slew of curses left your lips, and shortly after, Jaebum filled you with his own orgasm, twitching hard inside of you as he did so. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed, “I think that was our best run ever. You always take such good care of me.”

He untied you, rubbing your wrists gently and scooping you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You were so good today, kitten.”

Take My Hand

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Past Abuse (only mentioned no graphic detail)

A/N: So I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut or fluff but given the past abuse, I opted to make it fluff. It is kind of long. Hope you enjoy it!


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The Baddest Thing Pt. 2

 Jughead Jones P.O.V

The perfect girl-next-door reputation has preceded Betty Cooper all her life, just as the rough and angry Southside Serpent reputation has preceded Jughead Jones. What could happen after a simple kiss in a diner challenges everything?

Part 1 here

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones 

A/U:  Jughead Jones has been an established Southside Serpent since his sophomore year of high school. He was never friends with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica or Cheryl. Betty has been an established cheerleader since their sophomore year and her best friend Veronica has been dating Cheryl since then. They are seniors in high school. 

It wasn’t that Jughead Jones had never noticed Betty Cooper before that night.

He definitely had.

They’d gone to the same high school for the past three years, there was no way he could have gone all that time without passing her in the halls, catching her eye from across the cafeteria every now and then. But while he had been earning his leather and learning the inner workings of the Serpents, she had been practicing cheer routines and becoming the school’s ideal candidate for valedictorian. 

He knew her name simply because she was one of the more popular Northsiders and because, he couldn’t lie to himself, she was beautiful.

But untouchable and he had bigger things to worry about like when his next meal was going to be and whether or not the Serpents were receiving their payments from “borrowers” on time.

Well, he had bigger things until she had kissed him in the middle of his favorite diner and then walked away like he wasn’t shit.

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Catch Me (Intro)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 969

A/N: This fic is inspired by this moment in Brooklyn Nine Nine (where Terry drops his coffee mug in order to catch Jake). 

There are going to be multiple parts to this fic and I hope you guys are as excited as me. A lot of fluff is going to ensue from here on out. 

Special thanks to @avengerstories for editing this for me. You are the very best. 

Originally posted by iron-man-captain-dorito

You are walking past the living room when you notice that someone is in there. Abandoning your quest for a sandwich, you enter the room and find Bucky with his metal arm under one of the couch cushions. You don’t even have to ask what he’s looking for. “Lost your earphones again, huh?”

“I didn’t lose them,” he mutters while dropping down to the floor to look under the sofa. “They’ve just been misplaced.”

You cross your arms over your chest and chuckle. “If you say so.”

Bucky abruptly stands up from his position on the floor and fixes you with a hard glare. Most people would probably cower under the scrutiny, but not you. You and Bucky have been butting heads for eight months; a rivalry that began the moment you joined forces with the Avengers. Those eight months have been filled with nonstop arguments, snide remarks, and an overabundance of scowls pointed in each other’s direction.

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Mission Bad Boy | 10

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Warnings: Underage drinking, public humiliation, physical abuse (including slapping, hitting, pushing), verbal abuse, self loathing everyone is an asshole what do you expect?

Notes: More and more secrets are revealed. I apologize for any mistakes I may have overlooked during proof-reading. Gif credit goes to the owners! 4.5k Words

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The holidays turned out to be more boring than you had expected. Now that you barely had any friends, you stayed at home all day, scrolling through your social media. There were many pictures of your classmates either in warm, tropical countries, or having a ski vacation. There was no feed coming from you; no activity from your account at all. No one even bothered to message you.

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Don’t Tell Him - Steve Rogers x Reader

Originally posted by lolawinchesterr

A/N: your favorite absolute fucking mess is back and sicker than ever. (okay but seriously im really sick i think im gonna pass out just typing this)

Request: Could I request a Steve x reader with the prompts 69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?” and 89. “I’m not leaving you” where the reader gets injured on a mission and tries to hide it from Steve? ( by @casuallysuperbcat )

Warnings: getting hurt, almost dying, angst, lil kissy kissy, probably some cursing, this also has a decent amount of other characters (and by other characters, i mean nat and tony)

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Take Two (Part One)

As promised, here’s the first of missing scenes/extras etc from Learning & Loving, my prinxiety (& now logicality eee) uni au fic! 

This one is from Logan’s PoV, and takes place after Finale.

Also on ao3 here


Awareness comes to him in a slow, prolonged wave. Logan’s first thought is Am… am I on a boat? When he does eventually open his eyes, he’s alarmed at how blurry his vision is, before realising that he’s not wearing his glasses. He doesn’t understand why it takes him far too long to reach that conclusion.

He doesn’t say that out loud, of course. Instead, what comes out is a garbled, “Why’s the couch… moving?”

There’s a laugh from somewhere nearby. Then, a hand comes into view, passing him his glasses. “Yeah, that’s not the couch. Think that’s your head, friendo.”

He winces. His head is suddenly splitting, as if someone’s struck him with a club over and over again.

“You don’t have to shout,” he nearly whimpers. He puts his glasses on and blinks a few times, before noticing Roman sprawled out on the floor in front of him. 

“I wasn’t shouting,” Roman protests, but he lowers his voice all the same. He sounds… sympathetic, and Logan can’t understand why.

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