but these were too damn tempting

heaven is a place on earth (m)

↳ crossroads demon au

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre: fluff, slight crack, smut.
word count: 10,669
description: “Hey there sweetheart, you called? How may I help you today?” Calling upon a crossroads demon might’ve been the best decision you’ve ever made in life. At least until it involves pizza.
author’s note: this was too tempting to write… thank @jiminscreaming​ for convincing me to do it.

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Waiting for the pizza to arrive wanes on your patience, and much to your immense displeasure, you can’t help but pout on the floor, hoping that the damn pizza will arrive soon. Not that you would ever complain about Changkyun, but you were certainly considering it from the amount of time he’s been taking to arrive to your place. It isn’t even like he should get lost he’s actually been to your place to deliver pizzas more times than you’d ever admit.

But before you can dial the number to the pizza place just to ask about the status of your pizza, there’s a knock and doorbell at your door which you excitedly rise for and rush toward the door.

Unfortunately, the sight behind it is not Changkyun with your beloved pizza, but a silver and blue-haired demon that you can’t help but glower at despite the confusion you have at seeing him donning a red and white cap with the pizza logo on it or the fact that he’s holding a box of pizza in his hand.

“Wonho, what the hell? Where’s my pizza? If you do not quit your shit, I swear I will find a way to cut your tail off. I don’t even care if you don’t have one either. Grow one or some shit.” You growl the moment he appears in your doorway.

With that goddamn smirk curving on his lips, he replies, “Try it, sweetheart. I like it kinky.”

He’s a demon from your own personal hell, and this is literally speaking.

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Did you know a certain writer named @barrhorn writes some really sweet and soft soulmate AUs? No? Check them out here and here.

This was meant to just be a moment from “trace” but it rapidly grew into a Moment, because the words were just too good to not? Carry on? Anyway you should read the whole fic for more context

anonymous asked:

Can I have when it's like in the middle of the night and the Paladin's S/o just gets up from the bed and leaves the room, only to get a cup of water or something and the Paladins wake up only to see that their s/o isn't at their side, freaks out, only to find them in the kitchen with a cup of water in their hands.. Sorry if this is long

Hey it’s mod Enki! This is really super cute so it’s gonna be like a tiny drabble for each! I’m sorry this is so long orz I kinda got carried away. 



You woke up with the taste of dried spit and left over whatever you had for dinner. Space goo again? You could have sworn it was something different this past time. Either way, it didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth. With what little light in the room you looked to your side to see Shiro comfortably asleep next to you, his head on your shoulder. Even though you hated to disturb him from his sleep, you needed to get a glass of water. You were a little hot, too, from being so close to him while you slept. With a sigh you gently wiggled your way from out of the covers and out of the bed. As soon as your bare feet hit the cold floor you shivered. Suddenly you weren’t so hot anymore and even debated going back to bed. The grimy taste in your mouth told you otherwise and you headed to the door. 

Once out of the room you flinched at the bright lights in the hallway almost bumping into a few things as your eyes adjusted. Even as you got used to the bright lights, you still stumbled your way to the kitchen like a drunkard. Fumbling with the light switch you managed to light the kitchen. It didn’t take you too long to get a nice refreshing glass of water and you pretty much downed it in one go. 

However, when you turned around to refill your glass you practically jumped three feet in the air as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t manage to hold on to your glass in your fright and it fell right out of your hands. You fumbled trying to properly catch it until your hands managed to get purchase on the slippery glass. A low chuckle resounded to your side and you almost jumped again. Instead you turned to face the source only to see none other than your loving boyfriend, in the same groggy state as you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, his voice low and a little scratchy.

“I don’t think startle really covers it.” You replied clearly exasperated. “I would phrase it more like… scared the living shit out of me.” 

He chuckled again putting his hands up in surrender. “Okay okay, I got it. Next time I’ll send you a letter before I enter a room.”

“Oh ha ha…” You mocked sarcastically. “What are you doing up anyways?”

“I woke up and couldn’t feel you next to me and got worried. Sounds a little silly I know.” 

“I see, then I guess the next time I leave the bed I’ll be sending you a letter of warning.” You said quoting his earlier remark. He just shook his head before letting out a yawn. It wasn’t long before you were yawning, too. Setting down the glass you shuffled your way over to him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Let’s just go to bed already, I’m cold.” You mumbled. 

“Alright.” Shiro pressed a kiss to your forehead before the two of you headed back to his room for some much needed rest. 


It was probably the dead of night when you woke up, annoyed by the boy sleeping beside you. He was practically sprawled out on the bed and kicking you in the side. All the blankets were bunched up onto you and clearly overheating you to the point of being pretty uncomfortable. You angrily shoved the blankets off of you and onto Lance who was dead ass asleep and drooling onto the bed. A sigh forced it’s way out of you and you tried to think of how exactly you were going to get out of the bed with the mess of a boy beside you. You debated just shoving him off the bed entirely so you could just get out easily. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even wake up if you did. 

As tempting as it was, you weren’t that mean. Or you were and you just didn’t have the energy to move his dumb ass. Either way you managed to escape from the bed and exit out into the hallway. You were too god damn hot and needed to get something that could cool you down. The lights of the hallway were probably even more annoying than Lance’s sleeping habits at the moment and you squinted to make sense of your surroundings. 

“Stupid lights…” You mumbled to yourself as you finally made your way to the kitchen. 

You perked up as soon as you got your water and felt the cool liquid slide down your throat. It was so simple yet so refreshing to you. You sighed contently and just stood there for a second, relishing in the peace you had found in the dead of night. That is, before you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury itself in your neck. 

“Y/n…. Come back to bed. You scared me I thought you were gone.” Lance mumbled. 

“You’re so dumb sometimes… I just needed a glass of water.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grasp. His grip was too solid though and you had no choice but to give up. 

“Y/n…” He mumbled your name again and you couldn’t help but realize how ironic it was. He never wanted to cuddle you in bed but suddenly he was all over you. 

“Well I can’t go back to bed if you keep holding me like this.” You said trying to shove him away. 

He seemed to comply this time and let go, eyes still closed, almost like he was sleep walking. You took him by the hand and led him out of the kitchen and back to bed where you two could hopefully get some more sleep. 


When you woke up you were surprisingly comfortable, tangled up in the sheets with Keith and head resting on his chest. You sat there for a second just listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing. Everything seemed just perfect until you realized just how thirsty you were. It was that kind of thirst that you could feel all the way to the back of your throat. It was bothering you more and more every second you sat there just dealing with it. You really didn’t want to get up, it broke your heart to leave your boyfriend as he was probably having one of the most peaceful sleeps he’s had in a while. But man, you were thirsty as hell and there was no way you could go back to sleep now. 

You begrudgingly got out of bed, untangling yourself from the covers and from Keith. He looked so cute in his sleep so you quickly kissed his cheek before you made your way out into the hallway. The lights blinded you and you really regretted getting out of bed. But you had come this far so there was no way you were going back now. You zombied your way to the kitchen and managed to down two whole glasses of water before you heard someone running down the hall. 

Sitting on the counter you just shrugged before downing another glass and setting it down beside you. A yawn escaped your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard someone calling your name. You listened again and you heard it call a second time, a little louder this time. It wasn’t hard to recognize and you almost hit yourself for thinking he wouldn’t notice you leaving. 

“Keith…!” You beckoned from the kitchen. It wasn’t long before you could hear the taps of his feet as he made his way to you. He called out your name again when he entered the kitchen and you noticed how his expression turned from a scowl to a more relieved one. 

“Wow, I didn’t think you would notice me gone for literally five minutes.” You said laughing a little.

“I was worried something happened to you!” He defended himself. “You should’ve told me where you were going.”

“I was gone for five minutes, Keith.” You said. 

“Still…” He mumbled. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okaaaaay.” You drawled getting down from the counter. “You just looked so cute while you were sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you up!” 

“Oh whatever.” He huffed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Whatever you saaaay.” You laughed lightly, trailing after him and back to bed.


As much as you loved Hunk, he radiated nothing but heat when you two cuddled and while you were 100% okay with this you were really feeling the heat right about now. It was late, everyone was surely asleep by now which meant you could wander the castle in whatever gross sleep state you were in right now. Sweat collected on your back and forehead and you really needed to cool off right about now. You wiggled out of your lover’s grasp and hated to part him while he was so contently sleeping. But when you’re gross and sweating and extremely hot it literally feels like the worst. 

You really preferred to be cold most of the time because it was really easy to just cuddle up with Hunk to get warm. It’s a whole different story for when your were hot though. When your feet touched the nice cool floor you really debated just laying on it for like an hour to properly cool off. But it didn’t really sound like something you had the patience for. A nice glass of water sounded way more appealing than just laying on the ground feeling like you’re dying. 

So you stepped out into the hallways and absorbed the shock of the lights and nice cool air blowing over your body. Once you were done bathing in this new found bliss you headed down to the kitchen. It still smelled of whatever goodies Hunk had managed to cook up for dinner when you entered it. You smiled to yourself as you stood in the kitchen with a nice glass of water. 

Closing your eyes you could’ve sworn you could fall asleep just standing up. However a warm voice pulled you from your sleepy stupor. 

“Of course I would find my favorite person in my favorite place.” Hunk said entering the kitchen. You looked at him with surprise before breaking into a small smile.

“Oh, what are you doing up?” You asked. 

“I mean I woke up and you weren’t there suddenly. It’s just a little scary you know?” He said scratching the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve woken you up then. I needed to cool off for a second.” You said sheepishly. “I’m done now though, so let’s go back to bed.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

The two of you walked back to bed, hand in hand humming a tune the both of you vaguely knew. It wasn’t long before you were back to cuddling and sweet dreams.


It was one of those rare occasions that Pidge was asleep next to you at a reasonable hour. You were very grateful to be blessed with this opportunity to finally cuddle your girlfriend after a long week of missions and helping out around the castle ship. Everything was perfect. Well, almost everything… You were sleeping so soundly that you managed to drool all over the pillow and now your mouth felt as dry as a desert. Dried spit didn’t taste too well and it really did bother you. 

Pidge probably wouldn’t take too kindly to your gross slobber breath or the fact that you drooled all over the pillow. So you wiggled out of bed and flipped over the pillow to the dry side of it. Your first task was done so now you were one to accomplish the next. You stepped out into the bright ass hallway and instantly regretted it. You stumbled around like you were afflicted with some sort of illness. In fact, you took you the longest time to get used to these blinding lights. 

You weren’t too fond of the lights in the hallway so you didn’t even bother turning on the lights in the kitchen. It seemed like a much better idea to just let the lights from the hallway filter into the kitchen. The darkness of the kitchen was comforting and it helped keep you groggy enough to be ready to fall back to sleep the second you got in bed. 

As soon as you got your water you quickly downed it to re-hydrate your mouth. It was nice and refreshing, although a little cold making you shiver a bit. Turning on your heel you were about to head back to the room when you saw a figure in the door way. You let out a mixture of startled noises before realizing it was just Pidge. She started at you with a blank expression. 

“Did you drool all over the pillow again?” She asked. You could practically feel your heart stop.


“Y/n, you only get a glass of water after you drool in your sleep.” She added, completely trapping you.

“Fine, you got me. I’ll wash the pillow case in the morning.” You admitted. “Why are you up anyways. You never come after me just for drooling on a pillow.”

“It just scared me that you weren’t beside me while I slept like you always are.” She mumbled. “I had a bad dream.”

You smiled and went to hug her from behind. She sniffled a bit and you squeezed her a little harder. 

“You’re just the only one I have left.” 

“Don’t worry, Pidge. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”


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You frowned at the sight of the Quileutes at your family’s gradation party. You weren’t sure why they showed up in the first place. Last you heard Bella wasn’t on the best of terms with Jacob after she clocked him in the face.

Yet there she was, chatting away with Jacob and his friends. She didn’t seem too happy to see them, then again you never knew with Bella. She didn’t show much emotion on her face. Either way, I should go check on her or Edward will throw a hissy fit.

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No String Attached: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Reader (Ft. Rebekah & Freya)

Warnings: Used a lot of gifs because why not.

Word Count: 1994


(Two Weeks Later…)

This whole joyride and no strings attached thing with Kol has been fun. But, something has happened that you never planned on letting happen ever. You’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, allowing yourself enough time to put some thought into it that you surprisingly started gaining feelings for Kol. You don’t know how it happened, but it just did. 

Seeing couples do romantic things made a part of you wish you had something like that with Kol. Even when you were at the beach with him, you noticed a girl check out his perfect abs and that made you a little jealous. You couldn’t allow these feelings to stay with you any longer so you insisted on putting this to an end by having a talk with him about it today.

You texted him to meet you at the Mystic Grill and that’s exactly what he did.

You sat at a booth and scrolled through your iPhone to kill time. Once Kol arrived, he scanned around until he finally saw you and sat across from you. “What do I owe the pleasure, darling?”

You set your phone down on the table and rested your elbows on the table. “Well let me just get straight to the point. This thing we have going on. I have to put it to an end.”

“And why’s that? Not that I mind. But I’m curious.” Kol furrowed his brows.

“I kind of want to start dating again.” You couldn’t face telling him how you really feel because you wanted to spare yourself the pain of hearing him say he doesn’t feel the same. Plus, you know that in time, your feelings for him will start to fade. So, you came up with that lie.

Kol stifled a laugh. “Dating? Funny. Last I heard, you wanted to be single for a long while.”

“Correct. But I, I’ve changed my mind Kol.” You leaned back, crossing your arms.

“I suppose.” Kol uttered. “Well, it was quite fun while it lasted.”

(The following day…)

Today you, Kol, Rebekah and Freya made plans to go clubbing because why not. You brought a change of clothes and your makeup so that you can get ready with the girls at their place.

After finishing on your makeup, you go to the bathroom to change into your outfit for tonight. Walking out, Kol appears, making you jump from surprise. “Dammit Kol!” You punched him in the chest, but that didn’t phase him whatsoever because original vampire strength and all.

Kol let out a laugh. “Frightened much?” He gave you an elevator look as you were walking down the hall. “Hey hey!” He hurried to stop you.

“What?” You questioned him.

“What in the devil are you wearing?” He gave you a disgusted look, but you continued to walk back to the room that Rebekah and Freya are in.

“Um clubbing attire?” You looked at Rebekah, hoping she would back you up.

“More like slutty attire.” Kol blurted as he was walking around the room confidently. He wasn’t a fan of your outfit at all, but you didn’t care.

“Oh shut it, Kol.” Rebekah said half-aloud, shooting a stank eye at Kol, then gave you a wink.

“If it was Elijah that made a remark about my outfit, that makes sense. But Kol Mikaelson out of all people?” You stated while you sat on the edge of the bed to put on your heels.

“Seeing that you’re neither Elijah, nor her boyfriend. You can keep your mouth shut.” Freya added as she was putting on her lipstick.

“Whatever. No matter. I’ll be downstairs.” Kol snarled then went on his way.

“That was-” You said, then Freya finished for you. “Uncomfortable.”

“Just give Kol a blood bag and he’ll be back to being dandy.” Rebekah stated.

(15 minutes later…)

The four of you took a cab to the club so that you all can drink and have a good time.

Arriving there, the music was bumpin and it was pretty packed. But not to the point where people are shoulder to shoulder just yet.

Thankfully, Kol was in a better mood which made everyone feel at ease because nobody likes a Debbie downer.

The first thing that the four of you did was go to the bar and ordered a round of shots that Kol paid for.

“Alright. I’m ready for another!” You had a long week of work so you needed it. Plus, the thought of having to cut yourself off from having sex for a long while was a little saddening.

“I’ll pass on this one. I’m going to use the loo.” Kol said in a loud tone because of the loud music. Before going to the bathroom, he bent down to your ear. “Here’s my card.” Kol pulled his card out, handing it to you. “Order whatever you like.”

“Um okay? Are you sure?” You questioned Kol. What’s it to him right now? He must’ve felt bad for talking down on you about your outfit, so this could be his way of apologizing. Instead of Kol answering your question, he left to the bathroom.

“Y/N! Here! Here!” Freya nudged at your arm to get your attention, handing you your shot. Everything was happening so fast left and right.

“Cheers!” Rebekah shouted excitedly.

“To us!” You added as you raised your shot glass. The three of you tapped your glasses and chugged your shot, letting the dark liquor shoot down your throat. Afterwards, you all slammed the shot glasses on the bar counter.

“Come on. Let’s go dance guys.” Freya grabbed Rebekah’s hand, then reached hers out for you to grab hers but you declined.

“I’ll wait here for Kol to get back, then we’ll meet back up with you guys.”

Rebekah shrugged her shoulders, then her and Freya danced their way to the dance floor. Seeing how eager they were to have fun made you smile. You called for the bartender to order yourself a mixed drink with Kol’s card.

Your drink is in hand and all paid for. Kol finally arrives back from the bathroom. “Took you long enough. We’re you going number 2 or something?” You teased.

“You’re a funny one, aren’t you.” Kol grinned and  leaned over to sip out of the straw, chugging almost half of your drink. You look at him with wide eyes and he pulls back. “Ah.”

“That’s my favorite song!” You squealed, then grabbed Kol’s hand and rushed over to the dance floor to find his sisters so that you all can dance together.

The club got a little more packed compared to when you first arrived which made it even harder to find them. But to the hell with it. You didn’t want to miss out dancing to your favorite song, plus you were buzzing so you stuck with just Kol for now. He’s not a high maintenance person when it comes to a night out, so he was always down to do whatever.

You were feeling yourself as you were dancing to the song with Kol. He gazed at you, but you were too caught up in the moment to notice. Then, as you were swaying your hips to the rhythm, he thought it was appropriate to brush his hands along your waist. 

You were puzzled as to why Kol was getting all touchy-feely since you just recently had a talk with him about not messing around anymore. Maybe the alcohol was getting to him, but you couldn’t help by allow him to. And god damn, the alcohol was definitely getting to you though because you were so tempted to lock lips with him.

Your arms were now sloppily around his neck as the two of you danced together, faces also started getting closer, but once the song changed, you quickly snapped out of it. That’s also when you finally spotted Rebekah and Freya. You can see their heads peaking up trying to look for you and Kol. “Hey!” You called out. Thankfully you caught their attention and they scurried over.

“Oh thank heavens. We were looking for you two!” Rebekah blurted. It was obvious she was a little drunk. Same with Freya, because you could see a drunk looking smirk on her face. All you could think about right now is how annoyed Klaus is going to be when Rebekah and Freya’s drunkasses make a ruckus at home, which is quite hilarious actually.

“Same, sister.” Kol smiled as he shook his head at his drunk sisters.

You were already feeling good and figured you deserved another drink. “I’ll be back guys. I’m gonna go buy a drink.” You said.

“Let me go with you!” Freya started walking towards the bar, but you stopped her before she could pass you.

“Um I don’t think so.” You laughed at how she couldn’t even walk a straight line. “I think you’ve had enough, Freya.” You definitely get your tolerance from your dad because you’re not even close to being drunk yet. She didn’t take it personal, so she stayed behind with her siblings.

The bar area was pretty packed now, so you waited your turn for the bartender to ask for your drink. While you’re waiting, you can see a man just a few feet from you shooting you a look from the corner of your eye. He couldn’t have been more discreet about it. “Hey beautiful.” He said to you, revealing a grin.

“Oh hey there.” You responded with a sweet smile. The stranger definitely was good looking, you couldn’t lie to yourself about that.

“I’m Darrell. What’s your name?” He puts his hand out to shake yours.

“Y/N.” You shook Darrell’s hand.

“How about I buy you a drink Y/N.”

“Uh sure. Thanks.” No harm, no foul. It’s not like you’re planning on going home with the guy. So if you wanted to flirt, you’re going to flirt. Plus, you even noticed a couple of girls here and there check out Kol.

You and Darrell we’re only having small talk, but right before he hands you the drink he bought you, Kol comes from out of the blue. “That won’t be necessary.”

You grimaced. “Kol, what are you-” 

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you have a boyfriend.” Darrell apologizes.

You let out a fake laugh. “I don’t actually.”

“Tell me, who is this wanker?” Kol mean mugs the hell out of Darrell, making him feel extremely awkward.

“Here. Just take it. It’s no problem.” Darrell attempts to hand you your drink, but Kol blocks the way with his body, standing right between you two.

“Why don’t you sod off.” Kol said, compelling him. Darrell willingly walked away, leaving with both drinks.

“What the hell was that?” You grabbed Kol’s forearm to turn his view to you.

“It’s best you don’t know.” Kol responded without looking you in the eye while he walked towards the front door instead of to his sisters. They were too caught up in dancing they didn’t seem to care where their brother decided to wander off to.

“Is he like a vampire or something, buying me a drink in an attempt to kidnap me?” You scowled at Kol and of course, he ignored you. He even walked out the door without holding it open for you. 

Once you reached outside, he was no where in sight. You figured he vampire sped to get away from you. Very mature. 

Kol owes you answers for basically ruining your night because you weren’t even able to dance the night away with Rebekah and Freya like you planned in your head.

Your mind was telling you to go back inside and let him be so that you can have fun, but you know it’ll just end up consuming you throughout the night. So instead, you called a cab to take you back to the Mikaelson compound, where you know Kol left off to.

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No eyes for you. 04

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin x reader

01 | 02 | 03 | Reading |  END

Gender: Male x Female
Genre: Highschool/college au
Warning: smut.
Word count: 1832  words

Summary: Having a crush on your best friend’s sister was already hard enough for Jimin especially when Jungkook made clear his sister was off limits. The idea of his older sister dating on of his friends made him feel sick. Lucky for him he didn’t have to worry about that since Y/N made clear that she didn’t have eyes for high schoolers no matter what.  
But things might change when he hears his name being moaned out in the shower.

“Y/N?” her mother called from behind the bedroom door before opening it.
“Your dad and I  are going out for dinner with Jimin’s parents, mind watching those two for me?” Y/N’s mouth fell open, this must’ve been a very freaky coincidence or Jimin had planned all of it.
Not wanting her mother to get suspicious of her Y/N quickly nodded “I knew I could count on you. If you guys get hungry I left some money on the kitchen counter so that you can order pizza or something.” The voice of Y/N’s father could be heard notifying his wife they should be leaving.

And just like that Y/N was wrapped around in her blanket hiding from the boy that was in the room next to her that might just end up in her bed tonight.
Huffing Y/N shook her head, there was no way that would happen Jimin was simply putting her on edge that was all. Nodding and laughing at herself Y/N decided to take out her books and focus on her studies “me and Jimin? how ridiculous.” Y/N mumbled to herself, though the thought of Jimin during sex couldn’t help but turn Y/N on. Shaking her head furiously Y/N tried to focus on her studies once more, but her hand had other plans and soon she could feel her cold fingers against her womanhood. Closing her eyes Y/N could see the picture of Jimin’s hand in her mind.

Y/N managed how his fingers would feel inside her, they already felt like lava against her skin could you imagine there? It would be like magma there. Y/N felt so bad and dirty to think about someone younger than her, having such lewd thoughts about someone that was still in high school but she couldn’t help it. Y/N always had eyes for the black haired boy, even before Jungkook became friends with him, but she never engaged any contact because she refused to be like the girls who loved to throw themselves at him.

Besides, Y/N was a senior, by the time she mustered up the courage to talk to Jimin she would already have graduated and her friends didn’t make things easier. They would always say what a shame it was that all cute boys and girls were juniors and freshmens and how they couldn’t start a relationship with them because it wouldn’t turn out right anyways. Someone being in college while their loved one was still in high school miles apart? That reeked of disaster.
It was due to her friends that Y/N came to the mindset of high schoolers being off limits and only date college boys, it was a much safer route. But damn, Jimin made it hard for her.

Jimin was basically the apple Adam and Eve weren’t suppose to eat, but it was too tempting not to take a bite out of it. The way he could look so soft and childlike and change to a pure sex god with a simple swipe of his tongue against those plush lips. Y/N took her bottom lip in between her teeth as she imagined all the wrongs that tongue could do to her. Muffled and forced down moans filled Y/N’s bedroom, she tried her hardest to keep quiet but it was impossible with her being almost over edge. It was all because of Jimin that she had become like this, a complete mess.

“J-Jimin…”  Slipped passed Y/N’s mouth.

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Otayuri “Altin’s Chocolate” HC

Kazakhstan seems to be very famous for their chocolate companies. The most famous brand in Almaty is The Altin Company (they also own a Bakery and a Cafeteria), and Otabek is the only who didn’t follow his grandfather and father’s footsteps becoming a chocolatier or a pastry chef.
But he sure have a sweet tooth like all the members of his family, and when he saw the bag of cheap gummy candies that Yuri was loud chewing shamelessy during one of their skype calls he just shook his head in disapprove, making Yuri pouting.

“Come on, you know something better than this?”
“You’ll see it. Or, even better: you’ll get to taste it.”

As promised, Otabek finally meets Yuri in Russia few months later, (the first day of march, on Yuri’s birthday) bringing him two gifts: a pair of best quality headphones, and few boxes of his family’s company sweets. But he choose to gives him the sweets when they got back to Yuri’s apartment after dinner, who was empty as always even at his birthday (but Yuri didn’t seems care too much about it), and they’re just relaxing on Yuri’s bed, feeling lazy and kinda full.

But, when Yuri opens the misterious boxes, he suddenly grew a little space for dessert. He didn’t touch the delicious milk chocolate tablets or the good looking stuffed truffles, he gets straight to a box that, from the pictures on top, seems to containts jelly candies covered in chocolate.

“They’re what I think, Beka?”
“They’re exactly what you’re think, Yura. ”
“I always thought that we’re similar. I was curious to know if we have also the same tastes.”
“Which flavours are inside the box?”

Otabek explains to him that the jellies was made only with organic fruits, which makes Yuri “bleh” in responds,  but when he hear Otabek says a bunch of favours which involes different type of apples, he starts laughing. Apple is his favorite flavour, and Otabek’s one too.

“Kazakhstan have the best apples ever.”
“For real? Wow, it’s also written on the box.”
“What’s a Malus Sieversii?”
“A wild type of apple. Try it.”
“But there’s just one.”
“You can have it, after all is your birthday gift.”
“So I can did with it whatever I want.”
“That’s right.”

Yuri divided the little jelly truffle in two pieces, declaring that “he decided to share, so no complains about birthday boy’s wishes”. And after passing the candy, he gets closer to Otabek, laying with his head on his chest.

“WOAH! That’s the best!”
“Told you.”
“Mmh! You were right. How many of these are there?”
“It’s a box of ten pieces.”
“Let’s share the other nines!”

After complaing about how sour green apple, tangerine and lemon tasted, humming approvingly on cherry, blueberry, strawberry and the different type of apples, Yuri was on the verge of picking the last one, but Otabek just take it and shove it in his mouth entirely.

“Oh, sorry. I forgot that we were sharing.”
“No, you’re not. You did it on purpose.”
“Okay, you’re right, I didn’t.”
“Which flavour it was?”
“I know. It wasn’t suppose to be there.”
“How did you know that I didn’t like that one?”
“Because I don’t like it too.”
“What kind of answer is that?”
“I told you, we’re similar.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like we’re ya know-”
“Soul mates?”

Yuri was ready to say “yeah”, but after hearing that words he stopped talking and even breathing for few seconds, becoming aware of everthing that was just happened: Otabek had come from Kazakhstan to Russia for few days just for spends the birthday with him, sharing a gift that wasn’t just candies, but probably a part of his childhood, a piece of himself. While they was lying on Yuri’s bed, just the two of them in his apartment. He suddenly felt terribly hot and cold at the same time, but he didn’t move his head from Otabek’s chest, until the light touch of Otabek’s finger in his hair made him almost jump.

“Are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“You’re sure?”
“Sorry, I just-”
“Wondering what kind of flavour had the Pear one?”
“A disgusting one. You didn’t miss anything, trust me.”
“Since the last one I had was Red Apple, I’m more than fine like this.”
“… You know something?”
“Pear’s after-taste isn’t that bad.”
“If you say so..”
“So I wonder.”
“You had Red Apple, I had Pear.”
“So what?”
“If I gave you a kiss just now, what kind of taste it could have?”

Just when Yuri’s heartbeat was just on the verge of calming a lil bit, it started to speed up again, giving him a strange but pleasent warm sensation not only on his cheeks, but also deep down his belly. The Red Apple left a sweet and sour after-taste on his tongue.

“…A freaking good one?”

Otabek just looked at him while digging his fingers again in his hair, clutching gently on the blond locks and making shivers dancing on his skin when he just pressed their lips together, starting to taste each other softly and tempting, without any rush, ending the kiss with a soft and wet pop.

“You were damn right.”
“…We’re not freaking similar, Altin.”
“…Because after THAT you’re suppose to be a fucking blush mess LIKE ME?!”
“That was my first kiss too.”
“What the hell are you saying, Plisetsky. I’m still shaking.”

Scenarios for 500 Follower Contest Winners!

@maellem - Here is your scenario from mod spookzz! Thanks again for entering and for following, hope this is what you’re looking for. <3 

It wasn’t planned and it definitely wasn’t well thought out, but yet here you were, swinging through the rooftops with an expensive piece of equipment you were damn sure you weren’t supposed to be playing with. You’d heard rumors about how thugs underground had been prosecuted for abusing the 3DMG this way; it was strictly for military use and you were only supposed to have it if you were outside the walls, but it had been all too tempting to participate in the stupid race Eren had bet you were too chicken to complete.

He’d made the assumption you were bound by rules and law, as you typically didn’t stray too far from the path paved for you, but every once and awhile you found the inspiration to break your mold, and a quick dash through the nearly desolate town couldn’t hurt, right? Especially when it involved getting to spend time with the one person you knew you shouldn’t have a stupid crush on.

You’d been sitting around doing practically nothing anyway, and you’d even checked with your squad leader earlier to make sure there wasn’t anything you could be more productive at. You’d practically been twiddling your thumbs when he’d found you, swiping your cloth over your blade for the twelfth time and staring at only your face reflected in the pristine steel until the familiar teal eyes had suddenly come into view.

It was a challenge–a race to see who could get to the tree at the edge of the town first. You knew exactly which tree he was talking about; you’d visited there just two days earlier after coming back from a miniature scouting mission. It wasn’t terribly far away but there were plenty of buildings in between here and there, so you knew you had both many opportunities to succeed and fail. If you made the right choices you could sink your 3DMG in to the buildings and sail through the air at a high speed, but one wrong move and you could find yourself smashing your face into the nearest brick wall.

You weren’t Levi or Mike or even in the top 10 most skilled members of the Survey Corps, but you did pride yourself on your ability to use your 3DMG. You didn’t often toot your own horn but you tended to make split second decisions particularly well, and your skill at foreseeing the path laid out in front of you before it even became available proved particularly useful in stressful, tight situations with looming titans looking to rip out your throat. You were fairly confident in your use of the machinery, which was why you had agreed to race Eren in the first place even though he’d sported a smirk the size of a titan’s, seemingly considering this an easy win on his part.

Which was why you were secretly delighted at the look he currently wore as you zipped past empty buildings; he was beginning to realize that this was not as easy of a win as he had expected it to be.

Nonetheless you would be lying if you tried to say you weren’t having the time of your life. You couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter that escaped your lips as he sent you a challenging, playful glare and you couldn’t stop the huge grin growing on your lips even if it was making your jaw hurt.

You removed your gaze from your brunette haired crush to focus on the trek in front of you. You had a few buildings left before you’d be spinning into open territory with only a couple trees left to sink your gear into. You were so busy mapping out your plan, however, that you had tunnel vision; there was no way you were expecting nor prepared for the impact of the hard body into your side.

You released a grunt as you lost balance, your vision spinning as your body did and leaving you unable to find a safe place to re-secure your lines. You knew you needed to be bracing for impact at this rate, your heart thumping so quickly and loudly in your ears that it was all you could focus on as you desperately brought up your arms for the fall.

You felt a of arms slip around you at the last second as you tumbled toward the ground, and though the impact of the fall still rushed throughout your body, you didn’t take nearly as much damage as you should have. As you slid across the ground and came to a dust-filled stop, your eyes fluttered open to find the familiar face of Eren merely a few inches away, his face contorted into pain as he struggled to deal with his own injuries.

He was hovering over you, arms wrapped around you and his chest practically pressed against yours. If you moved even an inch you could have brushed noses, but instead you stayed completely still, almost halting your breathing altogether. You were sure he could feel the heat radiating off you face; your close proximity was enough to turn you into a tomato.

As the dust settled around you, Eren finally opened his eyes, staring into yours with the bright, inquisitive teal hues that you’d come to know so well. He slowly slipped his arms out from underneath you but kept them planted on either side of your head, not bothering to move even a fraction of an inch away from you. You attempted to swallow but felt the tennis ball located there, the dryness of your mouth doing nothing to help you.

He seemed alright, all things considered, but you couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten the two of you into this mess in the first place. You had barely opened your mouth when Eren interrupted.

“Our gear became tangled,” he revealed, pursing his lips into a thin line as if bothered by his rookie mistake. “The number of houses was narrowing and neither of us accounted for one another as our points of travel became narrower. I was already going to slam into you before I could alter my course of direction.”

You managed to swallow, whispering back a quiet, “oh,” before nodding your head. You shifted your vision to the empty terrain around you, spotting the tree only a few yards away and very much glad that this area was cleared of titans or else you’d have an even bigger problem to be dealing with.

Eren followed your gaze, settling his own on the tree before sweeping the area. Both of your gears sat on the ground around you, completely disassembled and going to take a lot of work to put back together. You couldn’t help but sigh; you were going to have to clean them all over again. Eren noticed your face contort into a scowl and momentarily frowned; he had intended this to be fun, not ruin your day.

Knowing he had to liven the mood and cut the thick tension, Eren glanced back around at your gear, a small grin growing on his lips. “I win.”

You snapped your head to look at him intensely, brows furrowed into confusion. “What? How is that, exactly?”

Eren simply shrugged, his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips and then back again. Your cheeks heated. “My gear landed closer to the tree.”

You couldn’t even find the words to dispute his claim, your mouth hanging open and eyes wide in shock as you tried to process what he was saying. “You–”

“So I think I’ll claim my prize,” he murmured.

And then he was closing the already miniscule distance, pressing his lips gently against your own. Though he was acting cocky, you could still tell from the kiss that there was a level of uncertainty behind it; Eren was making sure that he had read you right and that you were okay with what was happening. Though you had froze at first, the warmth of his body quickly caused you to melt and you found yourself relaxing, subconsciously lifting your hands to press gently against his chest as you returned the kiss.

Before you knew it, however, he was pulling away, the warmth of his body gone as he jumped from his position quicker than lightning. Any regular human would have been feeling the effects of such a tumble to the point of being unable to move, but you knew his additional titan powers had protected not only him, but you as well. You could only stare dumbfounded as he shot you a shit-eating grin before taking off running toward the tree.

“If I win this, then you have to put both our 3DMGs back together!”

You sprung up, digging your feet into the ground as you tried to ignore just how much your face burned from what just occurred. “And if I win, you’re cleaning mine for a week!”

You knew that it was risky to play around like this when the world was as dangerous as it was, but you also knew that Eren–who had the weight of humanity on his shoulders–desperately needed a break to just breathe, and if that meant cleaning your gear another six times just to hear him laugh again, you would do it in a heartbeat.

Maybe all of that meant you had a little more than a crush but…you’d question that later. For now, you had a race to win.

@amateurmagic Here is your scenario from mod Elle! Thank-you so much for entering and I hope it’s okay that I took a few liberties! 

Well?” Patiently, you shifted on the cot you had been assigned to in the medical wing and waited with baited breath for the medical examiner to finish inspecting your busted up leg. Numerous bruises, welts, and gashes ran down the once pristine and unblemished skin, signifying the trauma that you had endeared from outside of the walls all the way back to headquarters.

You had always been so diligent in maintaining your gear. Each cog and wire was checked daily to ensure maximum function and payoff since one faulty screw could mean your life outside in the field. Your years of training had instilled routines that you couldn’t shake, so…why had your gear failed you during the expedition? Why hadn’t your wires deployed and why had you crashed down from a fifteen-foot drop when you had been so meticulous and careful?

 Had it not been for the fresh, powdery snow that had fallen the night before, your injuries would have been much worse. The snow had cushioned you from death, but it had sustained you with unknown injuries that would undoubtedly hinder your ability to be a soldier, let alone continue to aid in any expedition. As your eyes fell down on the gentle way the doctor was examining your leg, you could only guess that it was broken, at best.

 “I can’t tell without a more thorough exam, but the bone seems to be broken in three different areas. In addition to that…” The doctor’s hesitance didn’t settle well within you and, whether it be from fear or not, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her to finish her sentence.

 Luckily, you didn’t have to. When the quiet sound of footsteps and the shutting of a door grabbed your attention, you tipped your chin up just in time to see Levi enter the room, the same placid and stoic expression lining his features. “Erwin wants to know how long they’ll be out of commission,” he said in his best blasé manner, arms crossed over his shirt whilst he waited for an answer.

 A nearly suffocating silence filled the room, the tension so thick and tangible that you could feel it taking on a life of its own. With baited breath, you curled your fingers into the sheets as the doctor turned on her heel to look Levi in the eye. “A few months, at best, for the bones to heal, but I’m more concerned about the possible ligament tear in the knee. I won’t be able to know without a proper examination and some time to see how things are healing up, but I want them on strict medical rest, for now. Any sort of walking, let alone training, is going to be next to impossible for a bit.”

 You clenched your hands beneath the blanket, nails leaving behind small, crescent-shaped indentations from where they bit down into your skin. What did they expect you to do for the span of time you’d be confided to as little rigorous activity as possible? As if he had been able to read your thoughts solely based on your facial features, Levi cocked his hip to the side and braced his foot on the wall, asking rather directly, “What do you look so constipated for? Didn’t they dope you up when you got in here?”

 Blatantly ignoring Levi’s poor choice of words (which, in reality, were a reflection of his inability to properly console you), you glanced up at him, lips pursed in a tight line. “It’s less about the pain and more about the fact that I can’t do anything for fuck-knows how long. I hate being told to sit still.”

 There was more to it than that and the both of you knew it. Even if Levi wasn’t saying anything, he knew you well enough to see the glimmer of fright hidden behind your eyes and the way your limbs tensed as the doctor spoke of your injuries. Being a solider meant everything to you; to have that stripped away—even if it was only for a few months—in such an undignified manner was troubling you, but…

 “Erwin isn’t going to kick you out of the Survey Corps if you fucked up your knee,” Levi pointed out, slicing through the conversation to get to the point of your worries.

 You really shouldn’t have been surprised at how easily he was able to read you given your intimate history together. Jerking your eyes away from him, your brow knitted together in frustration, fingers coiled around the thin comforter. “What if my ligament is torn, Levi? That’ll hinder my ability to use the 3DMG,” you said, refusing to make eye contact with him across the room.

 Silence settled above the both of you and, before you could manage to say something else, Levi pushed off the wall and moved closer. His hand descended down upon the crown of your head, encouraging you to look up at him. “If that happens,” he began, those cool, slate-colored irises searching your own, “then we’ll deal with it. It’s pointless to worry about shit you can’t change. You don’t know enough about your injury to start dealing with that. Calm down.”

 Inwardly, you knew that Levi was right. You knew you were over-exaggerating, but that didn’t stop your active mind from wandering down the taboo lane of what-ifs. Being a scout gave you meaning and drive to your otherwise mundane life. Now that you knew about the freedom behind the walls and what victory meant for humanity, how were you supposed to give it up if the situation called for it?

 “Hey.” Levi knocked his forehead against your own, effectively snapping you out of whatever dreary train of thought you were traversing down. “Enough. If you’re going to torture yourself, at least wait until I’m out of the room.”

 Although it had been done in order to get you to focus, you had to admit that your current positioning was rather intimate, all things considered. Levi was never one for public displays of affection and, while the corner of the medical wing you were placed in was fairly vacant, it was still a far-cry from the privacy of his bedroom. In his own weird way, Levi was worried about you; that was obvious enough to soften your eyes and force you to let go of whatever anxiety swam around inside your subconscious.

 You softly pecked the side of his cheek, drawing back enough to prop your back among the pillows behind you. “Sorry. I’m just freaked out,” you admitted, folding your arms over your chest. “I hate sitting still and being forced to hobble around on crutches won’t exactly help.”

 Levi straightened himself up, eyes flickering over to the doorway. “If you have absolutely nothing to do, you can help with paperwork,” he reminded you. While he didn’t say it directly, you knew that his offer was less to do with him needing the help and more along the lines of offering you company you’d otherwise not have.

 Even if he wasn’t able to say what it truly meant all the time, you knew Levi well enough to see the underlying motive to his words and actions.

 “Sure,” you replied, watching as he made his way towards the door. Before he could leave, you called out his name one last time, causing him to peer at you from over his shoulder. You fiddled with the comforter again and smiled, honestly speaking, “Thanks. For everything.”

 He nodded curtly and left you alone to your thoughts but, instead of sinking down into the mire of self-doubt and worry, you found yourself doing your best to relax. There truly was no point in winding yourself up over something you couldn’t change and that was the mentality you were going to adapt moving forward.

A Little Request - Chocobros

Request from @choco-hoes : How the boys would react if you asked them to wear a pair of panties.

Alright, so I’ve changed this around somewhat from the original request just because I was having trouble making it work for how I write the guys. That being said, I hope this still fills your request and that you enjoy them. I’ve done my best to write this so as not to indicate the gender of the reader. Things get a little heated.

Definitely some NSFW content ahead.


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Reaction (EXO): When their girlfriend takes off her clothes as soon as she gets home

Kris: “Aish, she just threw her bra at me.” 

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Luhan: “I can do that too baobei. Look.”

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Tao: “Feel free to do that whenever you want. I will not stop you.” 

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Xiumin: *gif explains itself pretty well*

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Lay: *applauds you undressing* *starts laughing when she glares at him*

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Chen: “Damn jagiya. I am definitely liking this undressing as soon as you get home thing.” 

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Kai: “Damn this girl is tempting me.” 

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Chanyeol: “Aish, what is this girl doing?”

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Baekhyun: “Why hello there jagiya. Don’t let my presence stop you from what you were doing before.” 

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Suho: “Since you’re already undressing, we might as well take advantage of the situation jagi.” 

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Sehun: “Well hello there my naked baby. I think that’s a new record.” 

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Kyungsoo: *this one also explains itself*

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Title: Poisoned

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Kevin Keller/Joaquin

Note: I wrote this because I was fed up of expecting this kind of talk on the show. You can also find this on ao3 under  TheKlainer (MoonlightShines)

Joaquin was lying upside down on Kevin’s bed, fiddling with a ruler as Kevin finished up his homework at his desk.

“I need that,” Kevin said playfully, as he rolled towards Joaquin with his office chair and snatched it out of his hand.

Joaquin rolled his eyes, and heaved out a heavy sigh.

“I promise I’m almost done,” Kevin said, “then we can do something fun.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, you want to watch a movie?”

“I’m here. At your house. In your bedroom. Waiting as you do calculus and trigonometry for an hour, and you want to watch a movie when you’re done?”

Kevin’s cheeks coloured. He hoped Joaquin wouldn’t pick on him for that. Screw him for just wanting to cuddle with his boyfriend for a bit.

Kevin dropped his calculator onto his graph paper. “Babe, we can do whatever you want in five minutes, just let me finish.”

Joaquin rolled off the bed and wrapped his arms around Kevin from behind his chair.

“Your schoolwork can wait, Keller.” He said lowly in his ear,  “I can’t.”

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So this is for the usuk summer getaway (day 1: beach)  and is the first fic posted from my laptop. Expect more posts now that Tumblr mobile isn’t my only outlet. 

Summary: Arthur hates the beach but loves his boyfriend.

Warnings: Innuendos but that’s pretty much it. 

Stepping off the plane was a mistake. Arthur loved is boyfriend, yes, and was positively ecstatic to see him (not, of course, that he would ever admit that- gentlemen must stay composed in every situation), but Arthur’s poor pale skin could not handle what it was going through now. That namely being the shining, burning Southern Californian sun on the sandy beach Alfred had dragged him to. Britain didn’t have much sun. Rain he could handle, but harsh sunshine? He could practically smell himself toasting.  

Of course, sand and surf and sun had been Alfred’s idea to celebrate Arthur’s arrival- after, of course, he had none-to-subtly poked fun at Arthur’s complexion. Arthur could still remember that dreaded call. 

“Hey dude! I’m so happy you’re visiting! Maybe, when you get here, we can go to the beach and I can show you how to surf and you can admire me shirtless and it’ll be fun-”

“Alfred, I live in England for a reason.͞’”

“Cause you were born there?”

“No- well yes that’s part of it- but mainly because I’m white as a sheet.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing! C’mon, we can fix that right away. Don’t you wanna be healthy like me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my skin-”

“Except that you look like you rose from the grave last night! Dude, please? Oh, I have an idea: how about afterwards, we can shower together and I can help you get all the sand off and maybe you off too!”

The prospect of having a shirtless Alfred the whole day and then a naked one at night was tempting. Damn him. 

“Alright, alright. But if I turn up burnt, you’re not getting any until I heal.”

“Okay! It’s a promise!”

Arthur regretted his words. The sun was scalding, as if it were angry someone as white as him was in it, despite the fact he was under an umbrella and smothered with sunscreen. Well, at the very least he had his shirtless Alfred. Despite all of Arthur’s complaints about California weather, he had to admit Alfred belonged in the sun and on the waves. His hair shone golden and his eyes mirrored both the sky and the surf, as blue as can be. He was, as Arthur had (regrettably) phrased it, honey-tanned and well toned, with strong arms, long legs, and abs that made Arthur want to go fetch his laundry. He could just drool thinking about it, let alone being able to stare at it. Arthur may have hated his sunglasses (he only used them here), but they at least helped him keep a shred of dignity in his open admiration. No need to feed his boyfriend’s ego more. 

Unfortunately, the view wasn’t quite enough to content Arthur, despite having convinced him to come in the first place. It still was bloody hot, and he had hurt himself when Alfred had tried to teach him to surf. The git knew he couldn’t swim, so Arthur still couldn’t figure Alfred’s logic on that bit. Regardless, he remained lying on the towel he had been moved on after he nearly drowned (and he had, despite Alfred’s claim he could stand in the shallow water). He couldn’t wait to get back to Alfred’s place and rinse himself off with Alfred. That was the whole point of this hellish trip, after all. 

 As if finally sensing his displeasure, Alfred jogged out of the water and toward Arthur. When Arthur made to scowl at him, Alfred laughed. 

“So how’s the beach, Artie?”

“Fairly awful, if you must ask. I have no idea why I allowed you to drag me to this place. If I had wanted to get something up my arse, sand is notably not my first choice.”

Alfred gave a crooked smirk at that. “Fairly awful? Knowing you, that’s a compliment. What’s good here, huh? Is it me?” he asked as he ran a hand down his chest towards his swim shorts. Arthur couldn’t help but notice how the wet shorts clung to his body in a very delectable way and swallowed. 

“Possibly, but don’t get too full of yourself. The girls on this beach have fairly nice bikinis and even less to hide than you, you know. It could be their arses that I’m staring at.” Alfred chuckled and said bikini-clad girls looked over.  

“Is that so? Well, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I stared at them too, would ya?” With that, he plopped down on the towel next to Arthur, splashing cool water onto him. Arthur wished Alfred was wearing a shirt he could grab, but he settled for glaring.  

Don’t. You. Dare.” 

Alfred smirked again. “Why not? They’re right there, so I can look at them as I please, just like you.” Arthur decided he didn’t care about getting wet and flung his arms around Alfred, pulling him close. He leaned over to Alfred’s ear. 

“Yes,” he hissed, “but I’m right here too, so you better bloody not.” Alfred smiled lazily at Arthur with hooded eyes and the Brit felt a shiver go down his spine before Alfred pushed him down onto the towel. Hovering above him, Alfred simply grinned. 

“Well, you’re right here and I’m right here. So you shouldn’t stare either. Since neither of us are happy with each other gazing at the girls, how about we go to a place where we can’t see anyone else, and no one can see us either,” Alfred whispered in his ear.  Arthur dry swallowed again and nodded. 

While walking away from the beach with his boyfriend, Arthur ended up turning very red for a different reason than he had expected when he went. The burning he felt was the good kind though, flushing his face and promising something more, something with lips and tongue and certain things that, unlike a sunburn, one shouldn’t show in public.  Arthur felt that many times throughout his visit, the first being the promised shower when they reached home.  

Arthur found he didn’t mind this burn all that much. 

So yeah! Day 1 of the Summer Getaway. Microsoft Word isn’t enabled yet so I had to write this on my phone and copy’n’paste from Dropbox, which removed all spaces, quotation marks, and apostrophes. If it’s ugly, I’m so sorry, but happy summer and 4th of July, which I missed!


Chapter III

Previously: I, II

a/n: angst!!! sorry guys

When you opened your eyes the next morning you felt something warm and heavy resting against you, oh right, Kylo. You suddenly felt hot, you were in a bed with a man and a very handsome one at that. You tried to wiggle free from his grasp only to still when you felt something, was that…

You almost jumped out of bed when you realized, as Kyo rolled over on his back and murmured something intelligible, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to the chest and rubbing his face against it almost…affectionately. If it weren’t for his sizeable bulge staring right at you this display could almost be considered, cute.

Later Kylo woke to the smell of something sweet, something cooking, along with a raging hard on. He rubbed his eyes and sat up as a pan sizzled in the background. He looked at the clock, he had to have slept ten hours, amazing as he hasn’t slept that long in years. Looking down he sighed, every damn morning. He took care of himself quickly before he would see you, washing his hands and throwing on a black robe.

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Precious Things [Bucky Barnes x Reader] Drabble.

I wrote this while half asleep. If it’s terrible that’s why. We’ll just go with that explanation lol.

Originally posted by ensigncris

Title: Precious Things

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Rating: R 


Request: Bucky x reader one-shot where they have sex and the morning after its all extremely fluffy, cuddles, and compliments until he sees the bruises he left so he feels super, super bad where he’s in tears cause he feels so bad but the reader assures him it’s okay.   @super-the-natural

Warning: Unprotected sex, general smuttiness, cursing, guilt.


It was well past two in the morning by the time your team finished debriefing and everyone got a clean bill of health from Dr. Cho. Clint was surely passed out already, since he was known to collapse onto his bed fully clothed when particularly tired. Natasha had too much left over adrenaline in her system and had headed for the gym once she was released.

The rest of the Avengers sat out this mission, considering it was strictly spy games. There was little need to bring a band of brawlers when no one needed to throw a swing. The tower was quiet, and you smiled to yourself at the sense of peace you felt.

You reached your room and turned the doorknob, hesitating before flicking on the lights when you noticed a body curled up on your bed. Biting your lip to stifle a grin, you closed the door quietly behind you and took soft steps towards the bed.

Ever since you and Bucky had become a couple (it seemed so juvenile to call him your boyfriend), the two of you rarely slept apart. When missions made separation a necessity, Bucky would take to sleeping in your bed. He said it was a way to be close to you when you were gone.

Whatever the reason, it was damn adorable.

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Ponyboy x Reader Smut | Shower Sex

Request: Can you do a smut of Y/N and Ponyboy making love in the shower or in a bath? Thanks !

You had slept over at Ponyboy’s house for the night because you were fighting with your parents badly. It worked out for you because the Curtis’ always let people stay over plus you got to stay at your boyfriend, Ponyboy’s, house. Even better Soda slept on the couch so you could sleep in the bedroom with Pony. But wait it gets better because you got to sleep in his bed with him. Needless to say it was hard to not just have sex right then. You’d done it before so it wasn’t like it would have been your first time with each other.

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Pairing: Fraxus (Freed x Laxus)

Prompt: Sharing

Universe: Canon

Rating: K+

a/n: Something short for the Fraxus Week Eve! BD I’m really looking forward to the Fraxus week and hope that I’ll be able to contribute the one or other oneshot for it. Here’s something smol in order to get attuned B’) Because these four idiots are the best.

“They’ll notice!”

Bixlow just waved his hand and shushed his partner in crime, a typical grin on his face. He was sure that his plan was gonna work, oh and how it was! “If you’re not quiet then they will, yea!”

It was one of the moments Evergreen was questioning why they were doing this. But then she remembered that she was as curious as the seith mage was and honestly, it was about time that Freed and Laxus became an official thing.

So what was it that they had done? Right, set everything up so the other two men were forced to share a sleeping bag. In Bixlow’s eyes this plan just had to work and if his friends still didn’t realize that a confession was already due then he didn’t know anymore. This was just perfect; the two of them cuddled up against each other, as close as they could be.

Well, almost.

Evergreen and Bixlow had claimed to go and fetch some more firewood and they were gonna do so (it would be too suspicious if they returned with nothing at all) but at first they spent some more moments hiding behind the bushes and watching the scene which, currently, consisted of Freed and Laxus lying in the sleeping bag without moving.

If the two team mates were honest then they hadn’t expected everything to go as smoothly as it did. The dragon slayer and the rune master had simply accepted the situation and crawled into the sleeping bag together. They were quiet now but not even Laxus complained about this confined space and of course Bixlow took that as one of the signs.

“I can’t believe we have to intrude like this,” Ever whispered, a quiet huff following. It was a loving huff though. She did love her boys a lot after all. But they were being really oblivious… Laxus was, at least. And Freed… Well, maybe he was just cautious about confessing. Or he was oblivious as well and didn’t see that Laxus was head over heels for him, too.

“Yea honestly, everyone can see that they’re in love. They’re gonna thank us for this!”

Oh little did they know what was really going on.

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“When are we going to tell them?” Freed was hardly able to keep his lips from curving into a chuckle. Oh Ever and Bix thought they were getting them but in fact it was Freed and Laxus playing with them and not the other way round. They deserved it, Bixlow especially.

Admittedly though it became really hard to keep their ‘secret’ a secret.

Grinning softly Laxus tried to turn onto his side and managed to do so after some struggles. This sleeping bag really was damn small. “Not yet,” he mumbled, clearly enjoying to fool his two friends.

“Well when we do we should thank them for giving us this opportunity to cuddle,” the rune mage added whilst he too turned onto his side and ended up looking right into orange eyes. They weren’t dumb and if Laxus paid extra attention to it then he was able to register Bixlow and Ever’s clearly lingering scents. Fresh scents. As fresh as they could be. They were watching and waiting for something.

And honestly, as they laid there it was really tempting to share a kiss. That what both of the men seemed to realize at the same time and it caused Freed to smile. “You know, I would really like to kiss you right now.”

“Hm… yea.”

It was dead silent for a moment. However, both of them quietly agreed that it wasn’t the time and they would just have to resist. For how long had they been a couple now? A few weeks.

“We don’t want them to give themselves away just yet, do we? If we kissed then it’s certain that they would jump out of their cover,” Freed huffed and rolled his eyes and the chuckle he heard coming from Laxus educed a smile from him.

“Yea, probably…”

These idiots.

Shower Surprise (part 2)

Author’s notes: Oh. My. God. You’ve all been so patient in waiting for this, I’m so sorry this took me so long to finish. Hopefully its not absolute rubbish. *DISCLAIMER* I’ve never had sex, so this is all guesswork and imagination. Thats part of why it took me so long to write it. I hope you don’t hate it, or me. Please please please leave me constructive feedback so I can make part 3 (Yes, there is already a part 3 under construction) better.

I was inspired by @sdavid09 and @ravengirl94. If you haven’t checked out their blogs you should, just sayin.

Summary: You’re taking a shower after a bad hunt and fantasizing about a certain archangel, when it accidentally turns into a prayer, one that he answers.

Warnings: Language, sex, more sex, loss of virginity to the devil, stuff? If I missed something message me and I’ll add it to the list.

Word count: 1992. Sorry it’s so short

Pairing: Reader x Lucifer

A/n: If you want to be tagged let me know!

Part 1, Part 3

Your question staggered him momentarily. Why did he care so much? He didn’t get a chance to think on it too much before he happened to glance down and was distracted by how the water was running down your chest in little rivulets and cascading off of your breasts. Damn. You were so close to him and it was incredibly tempting to just pull you into himself and close the gap between you. He had never noticed before, but you were incredibly attractive when you were angry. His own anger subsided and the other fire in him began burning hotter than ever. He suddenly realized exactly why he cared, but tried to push it out of his mind and get back to what he believed to be the real issue at hand.

“Just because you can do something, doesn’t mean that you should,” Lucifer retorted, also lowering his voice to a reasonable level. Your lips were just inches away and oh, how he wanted to know how the felt against his own; against his neck, his chest, his… Focus dammit! “You’re not the only other hunter they know, they could have asked someone else. You’re human, you can die. You don’t have to throw away your life just because you’re a hunter!” He reached out and grasped your shoulders tightly, trying to will you to understand how important it was for you to listen to him.

“Who the hell else are they supposed to call?” You were shouting again, right in his face this time.Why is he being so stubborn?! And… damn, he’s so close, just another half step and I could be…Snapping your thoughts back you continued, “Cas and Gabe were off taking care of something for Heaven, Jody is too damn far away, and everyone else we can trust is dead! So yeah, that really just leaves me. And you still haven’t answered my question; why do you even care?!” You had to know the answer. He was being so peculiar about this whole thing.

Dammit, you weren’t gonna let this go. But how was he supposed to tell you? What words could he possibly use to convey the depth of his feelings? Unless… Fuck it! “Because,” he began, but instead of finishing his statement he reached around you with his left arm and pulled you in flush with himself, using his right hand to wrap into the short hair at the back of your head and bring you into a gentle kiss. Lucifer wanted to pour all of his fire and passion into that kiss, but he held back, not wanting to force anything on you that you didn’t want. He merely gave enough to convey what he needed to. Doubt began to gnaw at him. She can’t possibly feel the same way... He could feel your body tense, but couldn’t tell if it was from surprise or repulsion. I should have known better… When you didn’t return the kiss after a few moments he began to pull away… 

Everything happened so quickly after your last question left your mouth. You could see him thinking, saw the moment something clicked inside his head, saw the determination on his face. Oh shit, I’ve crossed a line. I’ve really pissed him off now… And then suddenly, he was embracing you? Your body tensed involuntarily and your adrenaline started pumping, preparing you to fight if you had to. What the hell?! Lucifer had pulled you in, he was holding you close and you could feel how strong he was, how cold and smooth his skin was. You felt his hard erection between your thighs. And his kiss… it was everything you’d ever imagined it would be and more. It was passionate and genuine; his lips were so soft… And then you realized that you weren’t returning it. You hadn’t moved at all actually, and you felt him start to pull back. Oh hell no.

Your body finally relaxed and you pressed into him. Reaching around the back of his neck, you fisted his hair and pulled him back in, deepening the kiss and letting your own passion take you over. Lucifer released your hair and embraced you fully, encircling you with his arms. Your mouths worked in unison as your passions grew. Slick was building between your thighs. He brushed his knuckles across your skin as he moved his hand down your side, coming to rest at the back of your thigh near your knee. He gave a gentle tug and lifted your leg to hitch it at his hip. The head of his cock was pressing against your entrance and you realized where this was going. Oh, oh, oh… You shifted your weight to your left leg, allowing your right to drop back down, and pulled away from the kiss.

“Lucifer, I…“ You tried to speak, but you were quite breathless. “Lucifer wait. I-I’ve never… I haven’t… yet… I mean, I-I’m still a…” Ugh, dammit! Why was it suddenly so hard to just say it? Why were you suddenly ashamed? Your embarrassment rose to your cheeks and you braced yourself for the worst. Surely he was going to judge you, going to call you a prude and a tease like others had done before him. 

“You’re still a virgin,” He finished your sentence for you, but there was no judgement in his voice. It was deeper than usual and rough with desire, but filled with understanding. “Y/N, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone is at some point. I’ve never done this before either,” he said as he gently rubbed your arm. Your face was still turned away, so you didn’t see the slight embarrassment that his confession brought to his own face. Honesty always came easily to him when he was with you, but he surprised even himself with that statement.

Why were you ashamed of this now? This is ridiculous, I’ve never been bothered by this before! You’d always wanted your first time to mean something. It was just important to you. So you decided a long time ago to wait. You had come this close once before with someone, but before anything happened he was killed by the vampire who brought you into the hunter’s world. Since then it was nothing but travel with the boys, who you definitely weren’t going to sleep with; they were your new brothers after all. You had no interest in a one night stand with someone you just met on a case, and this life had no room for a normal dating relationship. So you just kept waiting, which brought you to now. Am I ready for this?

“Y/N,” Lucifer began, squeezing you tight, “I’m not going to try to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for.” He reached out and turned your face towards his, locking onto your Y/E/C eyes with his crystal blue ones and staring right into your soul. “You are the only one I want, and I will wait for you for as long as you need me to; for eternity if that’s how long it takes. I love you, Y/N, and I will either be with you or I won’t be with anyone.” He couldn’t believe he had just said that out loud, but he had spent too much time in that cage to pass up an opportunity he thought he would never have. As you stared into his eyes you could see the sincerity written there and… I’m done waiting.

Lucifer saw something click behind your eyes just before you pulled him back down to meet your lips again. Leaning fully into him this time you lifted your leg once more and hitched it back at his hip. This time he allowed himself to give all of his passion. Wrapping you up in his embrace, Lucifer pressed you against him. There was more slick forming between your legs as you rubbed yourself against his cock, causing him to moan into your mouth with only the slightest movement. Ghosting one hand down your back as he went, he reached under you and lifted you fully into his arms, resting your weight on his forearm. With the other, he reached up to wrap his fingers in your hair but struggled to get a good hold on it… Dammit, why do you have to keep it cut so fucking short... which only increased his frustration and need.

Pulling away from your lips he turned his attention to your ear, gently nibbling at your lobe, sending shivers down your spine and causing you to gasp. Working his way down, Lucifer left a small trail of kisses and light scrapes on your neck and chest until he reached your breast. Turning your head so you were facing him, he locked his eyes on yours as his forked tongue darted past his lips and lapped at your swollen nipple, making you whimper and squirm, but he held you tight. Leaning in and latching onto your nipple he began to suck, gently at first, until you were moaning and digging your nails into his back and shoulders.

“Mmm… Lucifer, please… I-I need… can’t wait any longer… need you… NOW!” Hearing you beg for him awakened something inside of him; something primal and basic. Leaning your back against the shower wall, Lucifer slipped his left hand under your leg and reached up to hold you at the ribs just below the breast, allowing your leg to drape over his arm at the knee. Repeating this with his other arm, he lifted you and turned so the shower stream fell on your back. Positioning you over himself, Lucifer brought you closer until the head of his cock was nudging at your entrance, and rocked you back and forth so that he barely teased you.

“Lucifer, please!” You were moaning piteously in your need, which only egged him on. He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Please what? I want to hear you say it.” His voice was deeper and ragged with arousal. Dammit Lucifer, stop teasing me! “Please Lucifer… please just do something…” Unable to stand it any longer himself, he began to ease into you. You let out a small gasp as you felt him inside of you, felt yourself stretch to accommodate him. It hurt a little, but he went slowly to allow you to adjust until he was completely within you. After a few moments, it no longer hurt and you began to rock your hips against him gently, creating just the slightest friction against your clit. Taking the hint, Lucifer began to move you up and down along his cock. Each thrust hit you just right and had you digging your nails into his shoulders harder than ever.

He briefly captured your lips once more before moving to your neck where they quickly parted as he began biting and sucking at your pulse. You were both on the edge already, and every movement just brought the two of you closer. With one final thrust, you slipped over into absolute bliss. Your back arched as you cried out, “Lucifer!” Your orgasm triggered his own, and you felt him release inside of you as he was overcome by pleasure. You clung to each other for a moment as the two of you came down from your highs before Lucifer pulled out of you and placed you on the bottom of the tub. Taking a seat beside you, he placed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.

“Well,” you sighed as you stretched your legs out across his lap, “I don’t know about you, but that was fucking amazing. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” You asked as a grin played across your face.

“Damned if I know,” he chuckled. “But I tell you what, I say we finish up in here and then find out if it feels any better in the bed.”

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