by any means clothing

Taehyung : [barges into Jungkook’s room] Hey, Kook, can I borrow… wait, why are you naked?
Jungkook, panting : I don’t have any clothes.
Taehyung : What do you mean you don’t have any? You have plenty of clothes! [opens closet] You have shirts, your white shirts are your favorite, shorts, shoes, hi Jimin, jeans, jackets…
Jungkook : …
Taehyung : …
Jimin : …
Jungkook : Get out.

  • <p> <b>Hoseok [in Seokjin's bedroom] :</b> Why are you naked?<p/><b>Seokjin:</b> I-I don't have any clothes.<p/><b>Hoseok:</b> Pfft. What do you mean you don't have any clothes? [Opens closet] You have shirts, jackets-Hi, Namjoon-jeans, shoes-<p/></p>
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Author: @dumbass-stilinski and @ninja-stiles
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Void!Stiles/Reader
Words: 2,154
AN: HI here is a collab I did with the lovely @ninja-stiles! We did some research into the game Go and it’s actually pretty interesting. Fun fact you can download a free version for your phone and play around with it. It’s a bit like chess, tbh. Anyway, enjoy the filth, we both felt like we needed some Void in our lives.


You sighed, lining up the white and black stones at either end of the board. There was a light breeze blowing in through the doors that you had propped open that led out to the back porch. You were hoping he’d show up, setting up the game you knew he liked as an open invitation. Sure, you knew he was dangerous, but that’s what made it so exciting. You leaned forwards, your elbows on your knees, and moved the first stone. Leaning over, you moved a black stone next to your first piece, biting your bottom lip between your teeth as you contemplated your next move.

“You know that game is meant to be played with two people.”

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Champ de Fleurs Jaunes.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung / Reader

Genre: Artist!AU + Fluff

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Slight sexual content.

Summary: Falling in love with an artist can certainly make one’s life more colourful.

Count: 736 words.

Note: This drabble was inspired by Taehyung’s recent museum trip because why not. The title translates to Field of Yellow Flowers which is one of Vincent Van Gogh’s pieces.

Champ de Fleurs Jaunes

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He had noticed her from afar. She strolled from painting to painting, each illustration regarded attentively with a warm gaze within the gallery until she ceased her pace and admired one in particular. It portrayed a meadow—vivid hues of yellow blossoms, streaks of grey as the contrasting overcast; yet, sun rays illuminated through fractures of the clouds, creating a natural spotlight.

“Solitude,” A voice had said behind her, velvety deep before it paused as the gentleman stood next to her, sipping on a glass of champagne. Proudly did he stand, an unused hand tucked into a pocket whilst he began to commend the piece of art. “Simplistic, brilliant. I think the artist is trying to display hope and enlightenment, wouldn’t you agree?” He turned towards the woman, who studied his presence as though he was, indeed, artwork and shrugged.

The flute of champagne twirled in her grasp, “What makes you believe that?” is inquired past tinted lips and from the corner of her eyes, she made note of the playful smirk in response. He clicked his tongue and took a few steps towards the painting prior to announcing: “I should know. I painted it.”

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Claim Your Prize

Pairing: Void Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles and @dumbass-stilinski

Words: 2154

Warnings: Oral (both receiving and giving), fingering, rough fucking

Author’s Note: This is a collab I did with Steff and I’ve gotta say, the way she writes, I can’t even. omg. So we did void because void is life, so I hope you guys enjoy this smutty fic.

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Burning Like Liquor

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, slow burn(?)

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: cheating (not involving Seokjin), sexual content

Summary: You don’t know why it is you find yourself in front of the rich, arrogant, Kim Seokjin’s penthouse after discovering your boyfriend with your best friend. You wonder why you chose to come to him, of all people, wonder why it’s him that you feel can be your only distraction, wonder why you seem convinced that he is the answer to the equation you’ve never been able to solve. 

Kim Seokjin wonders why it’s you that ignites a raging inferno under his skin when he usually feels nothing at all.

A woman’s bra thrown haphazardly on the floor. That’s the first thing you see when you step into your boyfriend’s apartment. A little further down the dimly lit hall, a pair of pink stilettos that don’t belong to you, a pair of hastily removed black pants, an undone tie, and a deep scarlet dress that’s torn down the front. Two unfinished glasses of wine sit alone on the coffee table. One has the imprint of bright red lipstick smeared along the rim, marring the otherwise perfect chrome surface. It glows crimson in the pale light of the apartment, a scarlet letter. You’re not exactly sure how to categorize how you feel as your heart plummets like a stone in your chest, not sure how to describe the bitter cold that threads its way through your body, every nerve crystallizing into ice until even your fingertips are numb. The room drifts out of focus and you’re seeing double—two pairs of those offending pink heels, two black ties, two sets of those infuriating half-filled wine glasses—and it isn’t until you blink a stinging, humiliating teardrop out of your eye that you realize you’re crying. The entire world slams back into crystalline focus.

You’re numb as you walk down the hallway to the bedroom, movements mechanical and dissociated. The pathway is decorated with hastily abandoned articles of clothing. You aren’t stupid, by any means, fully aware of the scene that’ll undoubtedly greet you, but some perverse, insidious desire for confirmation prickles under your skin. You had noticed how his schedule had gradually become busier and busier, noticed how his responses to your messages became slower and slower, noticed how even when he was right next to you, he felt miles away. So you can’t describe your emotions as surprised when you step into the doorway and see the silhouette of a naked woman in his bathroom and see him in the middle of the room, only a towel wrapped around his waist. He freezes completely when he sees you. But your eyes aren’t on him. Instead, they’re drawn to the oh-so-familiar back of the woman in the bathroom. You can’t help but think about a nearly identical scene two years ago, flashing in your mind’s eye, as the exact same wave of dread drops over your shoulders. It feels like a funeral shroud.

“(Y/N),” he breathes, and she whirls in surprise.

Your best friend’s eyes land directly on yours.

Not again. It feels as if you’ve been kicked in the stomach, all the air in your lungs escaping your throat in a twisted little sound of pain and betrayal you barely recognize. You feel your heart shatter in your chest. The pain is raw and blinding and it tears through your entire body, unforgiving and without mercy. It’s both scalding and freezing at the same time.

She can’t bring herself to look away from your eyes. Even she can’t find any words, tongue stumbling over an empty explanation, and your boyfriend moves to shield her from your view, protecting her even now. Blood roars in your ears as you turn away, a flood of emotions slamming into you all at once, too quickly for you to process. This time you recognize the burn of tears in your eyes. Each one sears a burning path down your cheek as you stumble aimlessly out of the apartment building and hail a cab.

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You don’t know why you end up in front of Kim Seokjin’s penthouse. You feel empty now, utterly hollow. It seems as if you had already cried out every drop of sadness in the fifteen minute drive, your eyes dry and throat hoarse. You slam your fist on the door twice and cross your arms impatiently, still unable to process the raging chaos of thoughts racing through your mind.

You hear movement inside and a muffled sigh. A glass clinks against a table top. “Jungkook, I told you—” The door opens and Seokjin’s tall frame appears, bronzed hair tousled. A wry grin spreads across his face and he cocks his head as he takes in your disheveled appearance in a slow, sweeping gaze. “You’re not Jungkook,” he says, intelligently. “What a lovely—”

You push past him, thoughts still thundering in your ears. You wonder why you chose to come to him, of all people, wonder why it’s him that you feel can be your only distraction, wonder why it’s him that can make you feel anything at all.

“Yes, come on in. Make yourself at home,” he calls after you sarcastically, scoffing in disbelief as he watches you collapse onto his couch.

“You have alcohol, don’t you?” Your hands come up to cover your face as your head falls back against the cushion. You want to forget more than anything right now. You want to experience everything from the detached, muted haze of alcohol.

You hear him close the door. “Why?” he asks, voice lilting. “Did you finally come to terms with the harsh reality of your dear, cheating boyfriend?”

Your eyes snap open and heat rushes to your face. He returns your glare evenly, head cocked to the side. “What, you didn’t think everyone already knew?” He lets out a biting laugh, but there’s nothing humorous about it. “That’s why you’re here now, isn’t it? To drink yourself into a stupor so you can forget all your problems?”

His words sting, cutting deeper into your already battered heart. “Why else would I ever come to you?” you shoot back acrimoniously.

The smile on his face stiffens, his eyes locking with yours momentarily. After a beat of silence he turns, pulling open a cabinet behind him and placing two crystal glasses on the marble countertop. “What do you feel like?”

“Anything other than wine.” You want to wash the lump in your throat down with the burning fire of alcohol. “The stronger the better.”

Seokjin nods in assent, selecting a short, dark bottle filled with a golden fluid.

When he hands you your drink, he brushes unnecessarily close to you, choosing to walk behind the couch so that he can press the drink into your hand by leaning in so close you can feel his hot breath fanning over your neck. You don’t really mind. The warmth he emits is comforting, and it disappears all too quickly when he steps around the corner of the couch to sink into the leather beside you. “To forgetting everything,” he says drily, raising his glass. His arm nudges yours to indicate for you to do the same.

You grimace in response but clink your glass to his anyway, just to humor him. “To forgetting,” you echo, and bring the liquor to your lips, taking a giant gulp.

It burns like fire going down your throat. You cough and splutter as you struggle to swallow, throat flaming and eyes stinging. The alcohol sears a blazing path down your body as it slides down your chest to your stomach.

“Careful,” Seokjin warns wryly, taking an equally large swallow without flinching. “You’ll only be able to drink like that after many of these nights.”

You ignore his warning and knock back your head with another large draught, grimacing as you swallow. It slides down smoothly this time. The warmth pools in your chest and blooms in a white hot heat that curls slowly outwards and causes your blood to rise to your cheeks, tinting them a bright crimson. Yet you feel a perverse sense of satisfaction at the pain, a bitter smile curling your wetted lips. “Isn’t it funny?” you say into the bottom of your glass, eyes glazed and distant as you watch the golden ichor-like fluid swirl hypnotizingly slowly in your hands. You ask no one in particular—it’s an empty question asked only by those who don’t want answers. Seokjin listens anyway. “I’m not even surprised. You’d think that I would be satisfied now, finally knowing the truth I had suspected all along.” Your eyes burn along with the liquor in your chest. Seokjin doesn’t say anything, only sips on his drink in silence as he watches you from the corner of his eye. You let out another bitter laugh. “You’d think I could feel liberated now, knowing the truth.”

Seokjin scoffs into his glass. “Now, (Y/N), you know better than that, don’t you? That’s never how it works. You should know better.”

Blood boils in your veins.  You want to push him, to force something genuine out him. You want to see something real from the unfeeling Kim Seokjin. You’re destruction in the form of harsh, caustic words, and you want Kim Seokjin to come tumbling down with you. “It was Eunwoo,” you snap suddenly, focusing your blazing glare on him as you say her name so you can watch his reaction. You want to see the pain on his face. You want someone else to experience the same betrayal and anger, the same pure, raw pain. You want to feel something, and there was no one better than Seokjin for that. You don’t want to be alone in someone else’s company. Not now.

He freezes, his glass half tipped back, the drink just barely grazing his lips.

“The girl he’s been fucking behind my back. It’s Eunwoo.” A cruel smile twists the edge of your lips. “You like her, don’t you? I’ve seen you watching her when she’s with me.”

You watch with twisted satisfaction as his eyes darken and knuckles whiten around his glass, still frozen mid-sip.

“My best friend, Eunwoo. Eunwoo, beautiful and intelligent.” Acid in your lungs and saccharine poison drips in your words. “Eunwoo, who all the men fall for. Eunwoo, who has drawn in every man I’ve ever fallen for.” You spit her name like a curse. You don’t know if the burning in your chest is from the liquor anymore. “Eunwoo, who has fucked not one, but two of my boyfriends behind my back.” A sliver of the betrayal you feel slips into your voice treacherously, contorting your words so they fall out with a broken inflection. “Why do you like her?”

“What do you mean?” He lowers his drink from his lips, eyes still storming. Good.

“Eunwoo. Why do you like her?”

He turns his head away from you with a sigh. “I can’t answer that.”

It infuriates you. “Why?” you press, unable to stop yourself from self-destruction. “Are you in love with her?” Your eyes are probing, listening intently with a shameless, desperate curiosity for his answer. You anticipate his yes, his dry confirmation in that viscous, smooth voice of his. Yes, he loves Jung Eunwoo. He’ll say it with pain in his dark eyes, you’re sure. But despite yourself, even as you wait expectantly for his yes, your ears desperately listen for his no. No, Kim Seokjin does not love Jung Eunwoo. No, Jung Eunwoo’s presence in the wistful corners of his guarded thoughts does not mean more to him than your presence here, right next to him. No, what Kim Seokjin feels for Jung Eunwoo does not take precedence over what he feels right now. No, you are not alone in someone else’s company. You can’t bear that anymore.

Seokjin laughs, but the sound is harsh and wrong. “Did you love your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” you say decisively, relishing in the way his eyes flick over to you immediately, eyes dark and intense, knowing he wasn’t expecting an answer. “I did.” Perhaps it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins, or maybe it’s Seokjin’s piercing, heavy gaze, but your tongue is loose tonight and you crave his rapt, burning attention.

“Why?” His eyes have darkened several shades. They pin you and you feel as if they are slowly peeling back the layers you have buried yourself under, exposing you, making you naked under his gaze.

“He cared,” you say finally, after a few moments of dead silence.

Seokjin lets out a harsh breath of disbelief. “That’s it?” He snaps his fingers and widens his eyes as if he’s had an epiphany, pointing at you with his index finger. “So the mailman—you’ll love him too? And Park Jimin, your friend? Ah, and who else, your boss? That’s all it takes for you to love someone? He just has to care?”

You ignore his sarcasm and wrap your hands around the glass in your lap, thoughts far away. Your finger runs absently around the rim, wetting in the condensation. “No,” you say, so quietly it’s almost inaudible. “He cared about me. Like I mattered.” That bitter, sad smile returns to your lips once more. “I wanted to matter to him.”

Seokjin swallows his anger as he watches you, your gaze distant as your fingers slowly slacken around the glass placed so precariously in your lap, the liquid sloshing dangerously.

He leans forward and catches the drink in your hands just as it begins to slip from your grasp. His skin burns hot against yours as his hand wraps around your fingers to cup the glass, his much larger hand easily dominating yours. Your body tenses at the contact. The glass is cold against your palms, but his hands are blazing, the heat pulsating from him igniting you. It’s as if time has stopped completely. Your breath stills completely in your throat, and it seems as if Seokjin’s has too, because he stares down at your small hands in his, unable to move. You watch the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows, his eyes trained on the light twitch of your fingers as the pad of his thumb sweeps the delicate skin of your hand. The stroke is so light and tentative you barely feel it, but it still sends shivers down your spine.  

“Am I really so dumb to want that?” you breathe, cutting into the silence.

You immediately regret asking. He seems to come back down to reality, pulling his hand away from yours hastily as he straightens. That hand that grasped yours curls into a fist in his lap. Instantly, your hands feel cold again, the ember that he had ignited in you flickering away to ash. You crave his warmth, his touch. You crave the feeling of those burning fingers ghosting your cold skin again.

“No,” he manages, his voice thick and low.

“How do you know?” you press. You don’t know what it is you’re expecting to hear. An admission? A confession? But curiosity boils in your veins nevertheless.

His jaw clenches tightly. He turns to face you, eyes dark and smoldering as he holds your probing gaze. The grayed ember reignites in the pit of your stomach as you look at him, his tousled bronze hair glinting in the light, the top button of his shirt undone and just barely exposing his chest. He watches your eyes travel down to his ruby lips, full and soft, and you can’t seem to pull your eyes away, drawn like a bee to honey, utterly enraptured. His face is less than a foot from yours. Sweet breath mixes with yours. Cologne fills your senses. He draws in closer—there are less than six inches between his mouth and yours. “It was never Eunwoo,” he murmurs, his full lips curving around each word.

It’s only four words, but they carry a thousand meanings. Time seem to slow to a crawl around you. It’s a simple elementary equation. Kim Seokjin is to either Jung Eunwoo or you. If the answer is not Jung Eunwoo, to whom is Kim Seokjin? Yet your mind can’t seem to wrap around the solution.

But you can understand the searing heat of Seokjin’s skin on yours. You can understand the throbbing desire that tears at you from within, craving for the heat of his gaze on you, his lips on your throat. You can understand that it is only Kim Seokjin that can ignite you from within and leave burning trails of fire every where he touches. You can understand the dull ache of pure, unadulterated need to feel that fire again.

Kim Seokjin is to you as you are to Kim Seokjin.

You set your glass down on the coffee table in front of you, slowly, without taking your eyes off of him. “Are you going to do anything about it?” It’s a challenge weakly guised under the pretense of an innocent question.

Kim Seokjin has never been one to back away from a challenge. A flood emotions flash in his eyes as you lean closer. “I won’t hold ba—”

You don’t wait for him to finish, closing the distance and finally, finally, crushing your lips against his. He abandons the glass in his hand, dropping it onto the wool carpet and ignoring the telltale slosh as it spills into multi thousand dollar fibres, undoubtedly staining. He couldn’t care less. The hand immediately comes to rest on the outside of your thigh, applying delicious pressure. You can’t help but notice that the curve of his hand fits you perfectly. You shift, moving your body so that you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of his spread legs. He tugs you closer, the hand once holding his glass slipping under your shirt and pulling your hips flush against his. It’s still cold, damp from the condensation left on his hand, and you shudder at the feeling. You fist your hands in the fabric covering his chest. You can feel his heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt, thrumming under your fingertips as he deepens the kiss, his fingers dancing along the sides of your waist under your shirt.

You can taste the liquor on his lips, on his tongue, burning and sweet. Kim Seokjin kindles a fire in you that burns brighter than the alcohol.

You are the one to break the kiss, lips swollen and bitten. Everywhere he touched blazes. Heat blooms in your chest again, stronger than even the liquor in your veins. The memory of your boyfriend’s betrayal is far in the distance, already nearly forgotten, and all you can think is Seokjin, Seokjin, Seokjin, as you latch your lips onto his defined jawline, the sweet taste of his skin mingling with the salty thin sheen of sweat. He groans as your lips travel lower, along the column of his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His eyes flutter closed and his head falls back against the couch as you drag your teeth across his skin slowly, teasingly. You unbutton his shirt hastily as he reaches behind you to unzip your dress. His touch ignites a raging inferno as his warm hands push the fabric off of your shoulders and you tip your head with a breathy gasp of yes, Seokjin and he nearly loses himself, right then and there. Your head tips back to expose the creamy, smooth skin of your throat, lips parted. His hot mouth finds purchase in the newly exposed juncture of your neck and collarbone, lightly biting into that sensitive spot that makes goosebumps erupt along the surface and chills run down your spine, your fingernails digging into his shoulders.

He shrugs his shirt off of his shoulders as you fumble with his belt impatiently. He chuckles, a low rumble that you feel against your skin, at your impatience, one eyebrow cocked before gently pushing you off of him so he can do it himself to remove his pants and briefs together. Your skin feels unnaturally cold without him pressing against you. You impatiently shrug off the rest of your clothing and throw it unceremoniously onto the floor. Just as he begins to stand, you push him back down onto the couch, your palms flattening against his toned chest. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks up at you, legs spread. He’s bigger than you expected, much bigger than your boyfriend had been. For a second, you worry that you won’t be able to take all of him in. But the need for Seokjin burning hot, so hot, in the pit of your stomach far outshines the slight prickle of worry.

You straddle him carefully, hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders and fingernails digging into the warm skin. Just as you begin to position yourself on top of him, his hands come up to grip your hips, preventing you from moving. You look at his hands in surprise and desperation, unable to move against his firm hold. His jaw is tight from restraint. The muscle in his jaw twitches slightly when you whine, but he keeps his grip steady. His eyes are warm when you meet them, the pad of his thumb rubbing slow circles against the sensitive spot on your hip that sends a flash of warmth straight down between your thighs, where a dull ache burns.

One of his hands comes up to gently brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you sure you want this?” His voice is strained from the effort, and he honestly doesn’t know what he’ll do if you say no.

“Please, Seokjin,” you whimper, and he relents, groaning your name under his breath.

You sink onto him slowly, reveling in the pleasure of feeling him stretch you so widely, fill you so deeply, and a gasp of pleasure escapes your lips as he bottoms out completely, rubbing your walls in all the right ways.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking tight.” His fingers grip your hips so tightly you’re sure he’ll leave bruises, knowing you need time to adjust.

Your head falls to the crook of his neck, teeth grazing his sensitive throat. “Fuck me, Seokjin,” you breathe. He shudders underneath you, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. His hands burn against your skin as he lifts your hips, guiding you up and down, setting a smooth rhythm.

Your head falls back in pleasure as his hips roll against yours, hitting deep in you. Small gasps fall from your mouth at the pace he pushes into you, your eyes rolling back in euphoric pleasure as pressure builds from that dull ache at your core. Seokjin’s mouth is at your throat. His full, soft lips suck and nip at the sensitive exposed skin, down from your jaw, along your throat, ghosting the tops of your collarbones, heightening every sensation.

You roll your hips to meet his, clumsily at first, but the pleasure increases tenfold as he hits an entirely new spot deep in you and you let out a loud, heady moan, fingernails dragging down his chest as your other hand buries and twists in his silky hair, pulling slightly. He groans at your movements. “Does that feel good?” he manages, thick through his teeth. You can only let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he drives into you with a sudden quick snap of his hips. His grip tightens on your waist as he does it again, impaling you on him the same time he thrusts upwards, slamming into you. “Does it?”

“Y-yes,” you slur, head tipped back as he fastens his hungry lips on your jaw. “G-god you feel so fucking good, Seokjin.”

He hums against you in satisfaction at your answer, rutting into you faster, nipping and sucking every square inch of exposed skin he can reach. You can feel your orgasm building again. It tightens in your stomach and you rock your hips against his faster to convey your urgency.

Seokjin watches you through hooded lids, reveling in the way you’ve become so absolutely wrecked for him, your glistening lips parted in silent cries of ecstasy, your hair messy, eyes clenched shut as you mewl his name, begging for him to go faster, harder. “You’re so beautiful,” he says as he acquiesces and pounds faster, gritting his teeth when he feels your fingers tighten in his hair.

“Almost,” you pant shallowly, vision blurring as he continuously hits deep into you.

“Come for me, (Y/N),” he groans into your throat. “Now.”

You unravel with a sharp cry, your entire body tensing as you reach your release. Pleasure overtakes your body in waves as your nails drag down Seokjin’s shoulders. You can feel yourself tightening around him, desperately trying to milk out his orgasm, but he doesn’t relent, continuing to rut into you as you descend slowly from your high.

He stands, still buried in you, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his slim waist and your lips find his, hair falling forward like a curtain around your faces. There is only Seokjin.

Suddenly, you’re pressed back against a cool plaster wall. The cold instantly seeps into your bare skin, and you yelp in surprise against his lips.

Seokjin smirks and he starts his hips again, rolling against you. One of your arms snakes around his neck, pulling him closer as your other hand tangles in his already mussed hair as he fucks you against the wall. He doesn’t go easy this time around, now trying to achieve his own high.

His hips slam against you relentlessly, forcing your back to rub against the wall with each deep thrust, adding an edge of pain to the pleasure that again tightens in your stomach.

“Seokjin,” you gasp as he hits that spot with a particularly hard thrust, your fingers tugging senselessly at his hair. You’re already on the precipice of your next orgasm, teetering dangerously on the edge as he fucks into you. You dig your heels into the small of his back, forcing him impossibly deeper, and your back arches in white pleasure.

Ff-fuck,” he stutters, his rhythm faltering. You can feel him swell inside you, filling you even more. “Say it again.” His teeth drag along the delicate skin of your shoulder. “My name.”

You smile, though he can’t see it. “Seokjin,” you sigh breathlessly, your lips pressed against the soft shell of his ear, your sharp nails raking down his back.

He tenses, body drawing completely taught, muscles flexing. Seokjin comes violently and messily, you learn. His body shakes as he releases, filling you with rope after rope as he rides out his orgasm, your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

You come undone once again at the feeling of him losing himself in you, your name on his lips, his hips stuttering. Your vision whitens as your fingernails dig so deeply into his back the skin breaks. Good. You want to mark him as yours. You want him to remember you. You want him to remember the burn of your bodies moving in perfect unison. Your lewd moan of release is muffled in his neck as he stills.

You feel his heartbeat thrumming against you, sticky skin pressed flush against sticky skin. You can feel is racing pulse under your swollen lips.

The room is silent except for the sounds of your combined heavy pants. Neither of you move as heartbeats slow and chests still.

You don’t want to move away, you think, even as you unhook your legs from around his back, even as you flatten your palms against his chest and apply gentle pressure. Your legs are unsteady but your push him anyway. Seokjin pulls out and steps away, catching you just as you lose balance.

You don’t complain when he lifts you and carries you back to his bedroom, setting you gently on the plush bed. He takes a few seconds to pick up the clothes you left on the ground in the living room, shrugging his wrinkled shirt back onto his shoulders as he hands them to you.

“Thanks,” you say intelligently. You don’t know what else to say. There are a thousand questions at the tip of your tongue, a thousand thoughts crowding your mind, a thousand emotions coiled in the pit of your stomach.

A small smile teases his lips as he watches you. “I’ll wait for you.”

A/N: J e s u s ok please forgive me for this

~Requests are currently open~

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Always (M) - Kim Taehyung [BTS]

Neither Innocent Nor Guilty (M) - Shin Hoseok [Monsta X]

Welcome Home - Part 1

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Request: (by anon) Hello! I love your writing, you’re one of my favorite writers on Tumblr. :) I was wondering if you could do a Winn Schott imagine, where after the crossover or whatever you go back to Earth 38 with Kara and you end up falling in love with Winn? Like a lot of flirting and cute moments where Winn gets all flustered? Thanks! :D <3

Pairing: Winn Schott x Reader feat. Kara, Alex, J’onn, Oliver, and Barry

Warnings: None

Words: 2807

A/N: So, I loved this prompt so much that I decided to make it a series. And if you’re wondering what her costume looks like, I made that too. Sorry this isn’t as flirty/flustery as I meant it to be. Maybe I’ll do better in part 2.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Dominators were defeated, the presidential honors were given, the celebratory party was winding down, and Earth-1 was saved. The only thing left to do was to say your goodbyes and go your separate ways.

Over the last few days, you had become good friends with Supergirl, or Kara Danvers as it was. At the party, she had mentioned how on her Earth it was just her and her cousin defending the planet and how nice it was to have a team. You couldn’t have agreed more. It would be nice to fight crime with others like Team Arrow or the Legends. It would even be nice to have a support group like Team Flash, even if you were the only one in the field.  But you had no one. No friends, no family, no one to rely on other than yourself.

Knowing this, Kara invited you to come back to her world to fight alongside her. Earth-1 had plenty of protectors and you had no reason to stay, so you quickly jumped at the opportunity.

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Long Distance (Chapter Twelve)

Our boys meet up again! Please keep in mind, I have ZERO idea how robotics work so I was just writing things that sounded smart when they are in the lab lol
Also, I definitely have a favorite line in this chapter, curious to see if you guys figure out which one lol

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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“Hey!” Tony jogged down the steps of the building when Steve and Bucky pulled up. “You guys made it!”

“Wouldn’t miss it, babe.” Bucky promised, and Tony came right to him, standing on his toes to lay a long kiss on Bucky’s lips.

“Heya Bucky bear.” He said low and teasingly and Bucky’s eyes lit.

“Oh yeah? Is that how we are playing?” He laughed and pushed Tony towards Steve. “Give the professor some sugar too.”

“Hey honey.” Steve kissed Tony gently. “Missed you.”

“I missed you guys, too.” Tony’s dark eyes were sparkling. “You’re staying two nights with me, right?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Mmmm.” Tony pulled Steve down for another kiss and then reached over for Bucky. “Two whole nights. I have fun things planned for–”

The shrill tone of Tony’s phone cut into their moment and Bucky cursed, startled.

“Sorry.” Tony groaned in frustration. “That’s Peppers ring tone, so I’ve got to–” he edged out of their embrace, smiling when Bucky reached for Steve, watching as they kissed for a long moment before just leaning against each other.

“Pep, what do you need?” He finally answered his phone.

“Tony. So sorry to interrupt your night with the guys, but you wanted to know when that contract came in.”

“No problem, go ahead and tell me about it.” Tony was only half listening, watching Steve and Bucky together, the way they smiled and traced each other’s faces, the way their bodies matched up perfectly, all big arms and broad chests and thick thighs and tall.

Tony had never felt this small in his life, outweighed by at least sixty pounds and four or five inches on each of them, but damn he loved it.

“Tony! Are you even paying attention? Honestly why did I call you, I know your brain shuts off the minute you get around those two.”

“Well if you knew that, then why did you call?” Tony snipped, but he apologized anyway. “Sorry, dear, but you’ve seen these two.”

“Yes, and I will admit to being just shy of outrageously jealous if you just spend half an hour tonight reviewing this contract and signing it. You can just e-sign and I can gather all the forms on this side and send it out before midnight.”

“I will absolutely do that.”

“Before you three do anything else.” Pepper demanded and Tony sighed loudly.

“Yes! Fine! I’ll read and sign the contract before my boyfriends and I engage in some hot, naked–”

“Bye Tony.” Pepper said quickly, but she sounded like she was laughing, so Tony grinned and hung up.

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Skinny Love

skinny love  ❀ 

[ski • n • ny lo • ve] when two people are in love with each other but are too shy to admit it, although they still show it.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader.

Genre: Smut, fluff, romance.

Word Count: 2.2K.

Summary: You have always loved Hoseok and he has always loved you, but you were never brave enough to say it. That didn’t mean you didn’t show it in other ways though… 

warning, some quite explicit language and smut ahead (◕‿◕✿)

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Being yelled “Jung Hoseok I’m going to chop your dick off!” probably isn’t the best way to wake up, but you honestly couldn’t care less.

You patiently wait with both arms on your waist until he lazily opens his eyes, looking at you so confusedly and with such messy bed hair and half-closed adorable eyes that your heart almost melts. But you had to be strong. It didn’t matter if he was your best friend, your crush since you were kids, even if he were to be the fucking president, he would hear you because he had seriously messed up.

“What the fuck Y/N”.

“I could ask you the same question, you giant dick”.

You could see that he honestly had no idea of what he had done, and that only made it worse because it meant that he didn’t think it had been a bad thing. He was clueless and that drove you mad.  You sat in front of him on the bed with both legs crossed and waited for him to do the same thing.

“I can’t even believe that… I should kick you out of my house, damn it you’re even sleeping on my bed! You’re such a jerk Hobi I–“, you suddenly stop when you feel both his hands on your shoulders, pressing gently, trying to calm you like only he can do it. You try to resist, but his touch has always been like medicine to you. You couldn’t get his hands out of you even if you actually wanted to.

“What the fuck did I do now, Y/N?”

You shove your phone’s screen on his face, watching his face light up with laughter as he reads the conversation you’re showing to him, in which you can clearly read how he ‘confessed’ your undying love to whom he thought was your crush. You snorted, looking at him with fierce eyes and clenched fists, almost about to cry at how clueless he was to the fact that your real crush is, and always has been him. Even the dumbest person on Earth would see that you loved him, but he was completely oblivious, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him, the fear of rejection and the possibility of ruining your friendship being too much of a risk. When he sees your expression, his laugh instantly dies.

“Hey” he softly whispers as he gets closer to you and holds you in his arms. You almost melt at his touch, feeling his scent was enough to make you shiver, and his husky sleepy voice didn’t help at all. “I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal”. You tried to hold back the tears.

“Hobi, you giant dickhead, you took my phone while I wasn’t watching and texted this idiot that I love him! How am I supposed to feel?”

“But you’ve been telling me that he’s your crush since last year!” there was a funny shade on his voice, like when you take a vodka shot and your throat starts to burn. It was almost like he was struggling to get the words out. “I knew that if I didn’t take the matter in my hands, you would’ve never told him!”

You sighed; his intentions weren’t bad, even though the act itself was pretty questionable. He honestly thought he was doing you a favour. Stupid, cute, fucking adorable Hoseok, you couldn’t be more in love even if you tried.

“I never really had a crush on him; I just told you that so you would stop questioning me.”

His eyes widen to your confession. You softly scratch your neck and he copies you.

“Whoa I didn’t… but wait!” a smirk appeared on his face “then who’s your real crush?”

He slightly pushes you away from his embrace to look you straight in the eyes. You stutter and start to sweat a bit. You couldn’t believe you had just messed up that bad. There is no way in this life you were telling him. You quickly try to escape but his arms wrap firmly around your wrists, making it impossible. His touch was almost burning you, making you wish his hands would go over all your body; but they just stay on your wrists.

You make a desperate intent of running, but you only make him get up and grab you from the waist, making you stand still. You’re having a hard time trying to breathe normally. He looks you straight in the eyes, and there’s a little voice in your head screaming that you should kiss him, but you know deep down inside that he would reject you. Still, his eyes are piercing you, and you can’t take it anymore. You lower your head, but he gently puts his hand on your chin and makes you look at him.

With a soft movement, you get out of his grip and sit on the edge of the bed. He’s ready to imitate you, but a funny move makes him trip and land right in top of you, pushing your back against the mattress. You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as his lips accidentally collide with yours. He immediately gets up, and watching his face being as red as yours makes you smile unconsciously. He starts to move his mouth, but no sound comes out. You can’t even try to speak. You seem like a pair of teenage lovers, inexperienced and innocent.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, oh my-“

You watch as he stutters, trying desperately to get his voice to stop shaking. You are about to cry, because you had fantasised all your life about kissing Hoseok, and now that it finally had happened; it had been just because of a stupid stumble. You are too shocked to try and stand up, so you run one hand through your hair, trying to compose yourself. Then, his eyes locks with yours, and time seems to stop as he gets closer to you and sits in front of you, his face being extremely close to yours, one small movement would be enough to make your lips encounter again.

You try not to, but your eyes can’t help but wander to his lips. Those precious lips, you can’t remember a moment when you didn’t want to try them.

“Y/N…” a soft whisper comes out of his mouth, so quietly you don’t really know if you are imagining it or it’s really happening.

Then, in a moment of intense joy, his lips finally find yours once again, but this time without any intention at all to leave.  You try to move your mouth as slowly and carefully as he’s doing it, but you’re desperate for more, so your tongue gently passes through his lips to collide with his. You push him against the mattress, placing yourself on top of him and making the kiss a little rougher. When you finally break apart, you see that his eyes have darkened, and a sly smirk appears on his face.

“This isn’t how I expected this movie night to end” he jokes with a deep voice, and as you’re in top of him, you feel his dick become significantly harder under you.

“But I’m guessing you’re not exactly sad about it?” you tease him as you grind a bit against his bulge, watching him biting his lip makes you wish there weren’t any clothes in the way.

“You don’t have to… I mean, I-I” he violently blushes as he looks into your eyes “I mean, I really… I… kinda uh like y…”

You never knew Hoseok could be this sweet, and so you decided to stop his stuttering with a delicate, slow and short kiss that made sure to him that this was more than okay to you, you liked him back. You had been fantasising about this moment for years, but you never actually thought it would become a reality.

As you grind against him one more time without breaking the kiss, you feel a firm grip on your butt and, as you slowly back away to look at Hobi’s face in the poorly illuminated room, you can see something flickering in the back of his eyes, showing a sly smirk that was enough to make you melt.

“You know” he speaks; this time with a new found confidence that has you shook “this is not really fair…” You raise an eyebrow, not fully comprehending. “You’ll see… I’m almost naked but… you’re a little bit more dressed.”

You bite your lip, watching his naked torso and his tight grey sweatpants that always made you crazy; whenever he went to your house you would have them there for him. Watching his butt as he slept on your bed was one of your favourite hobbies. You lift your shirt up a little, teasing him, pressing yourself against his already erect dick. He lets out a stifled growl as he slaps your ass with one hand, helping you take off your shirt with the other hand.

As you lean forward to press your boobs against his chest, you bite his earlobe and slowly whisper “I guess we’re even now”. But he shakes his head, and with a playful grin, he makes your bra disappear.

“We’re even now, baby girl.

You start to deposit wet kisses all over his neck, sucking especially harder every then and there, making him moan every time, then on every millimetre of his chest, to finally stop for a while on the edge of his sweatpants, teasing him. You quickly get his trousers off, and then proceed to take off his boxers with your teeth, making sure you were going as slowly as possible without taking your eyes off of his.

Licking your lips at the sight of his veins popping and how large his dick was, you can’t believe it. He always bragged about being well gifted, but you never actually got to check… until today, it was. You make sure to be excruciatingly slow in every movement as you deposit a kiss on the top of his cock before taking it all into your mouth. You feel him shiver underneath you. While your tongue is doing its work, wondering all around it, you feel his hands messing up your hair and grabbing you, making your head move lower every time until you were choking. When you gag a bit, he looks at you to make sure you’re okay, but when you only give him a smirk and a wink back, he groans. Knowing you have the power to turn him on that much, your mind’s already wandering to all of the things you could do.

“Ah, fuck it, babe, I’m coming” he mutters, clearly heated, but you don’t have any intention of letting him go, so you twirl your tongue against the tip of his dick before taking it deep again, and when you feel his cum inside your mouth, shooting against the back of your throat, and as he gets out of your mouth, you can only smirk and lick your lips without breaking eye contact.

“Now lemme take care of you” you feel him whisper against your ear, teasingly biting your earlobe as one of his skilled hands goes down to get rid of your shorts that were only getting in the way. As he parts your legs as open as they can go, you already start to tremble. He teases you, licking through the thin fabric of your panties. When you groan, demanding him to go straight to it by harshly grabbing his hair and pushing his face into your pussy, he simply smiles against you and makes your panties disappear in a second.

Taking his revenge, he slowly licks your clit, making sure to grab you by your thighs so you can’t move. Every one of your shivers seems to turn him on even more, as he roughly teases your slit with his tongue, making you scream his name when you finally reach your orgasm, shaking and trembling against his face, as his tongue doesn’t stop even for a second.

“You taste delicious, baby girl” he says before kissing you so you could taste yourself. It amazes you how he could kiss you in such a sweet, caring, gentle way after being so dirty ten seconds ago.

You both agree to stop the action there for the night, since you are exhausted and as he helps you put on one of his large shirts, you cuddle next to him, burying your head in his chest.

“I love you, Hobi”

It slips before you could even think about it. It just happens. You suddenly raise your head and look into his eyes, searching for any trace of alarm, or something that tells you that you messed up, but all you can find is love and warmth. He smiles as he softly kisses you, then wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight, as if he’s scared of you disappearing at any moment, caressing your back slowly.

“I love you too, princess”.  

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MEG STILL WEARS THE GREEN DRESS THAT SALLY JACKSON GAVE HER

Now, you can take it to mean that she simply did not have any other clothes..
OR
You can take it to mean that Meg McCaffrey did not want to let go of that dress, that one bit of affection she had received from a complete stranger, that memory it brought of a kind smile and seven layer dip in a home much like one she desperately wanted to have. That dress was a reminder of the one time she knew what it would feel like to have a mother, to have someone to take care of her and fuss about her.

Hypnotic| Jungkook 2

You begin to realize that after this process you begin growing an attachment to Jungkook. You began to corrupt that he might hold the same feelings for you, to which he might but is there another longing body getting in the way of this?

Originally posted by pjmjjk

part 1

Warning: Smut, possible daddy kink?,usage of weed Jungkook needa get his shit together honestly in this chapter, making a part 3 definitely cause i need to add to this hoe, oh and of course cussing sorry

Genre: Smut, slight angst 

 word count: 8.4K

A/N: To the anon who wanted me to make a part two i finally made it and am sorry it took so long. I know your request went along the liens of him coming to terms with his feelings which he sort of did but  promise in the next chapter he will do just that. Again i deeply apologize


Growing an attachment to something especially when its being another human can be an exhilaration feeling yet a flesh eating one as well. The emotions that come from it leave you a dying hunger for more while it sucks you dry due to what its causing. In this case everything was connecting me to Jungkook. 

Messing around with Jungkook had its perks and i certainly wasn’t aiming for this altercation to happen again but due to his charming ways he sucked me in like a cold leach. I had to admire his way of doing so, it was truly hypnotizing how he did it so effortlessly. I had told myself numerous of times that i wouldn’t fall for his bullshit yet here laid following after his every need.

I had been attending his football games more, leading to the head board hitting the wall as he gathered every thrust. I had grown an attachment to him and in a way he seemingly did to. He was often around me more than others. He showed a certain amount of care that I had never expected from him. It was reassuring at most but still had the nagging presence of him longing for another body besides mine. Just the simple thought of me thinking this made my stomach churn. I dont know why i felt such way as i promised myself I wouldn’t let it escalate this far but I couldn’t stay away from his trance, which irritated me to the point of insanity. I had tried to quit more than once as he always came to me with that bunny filled grin and his strong arms as he held me tight chasing away all the thoughts i once had.

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Airport

Something cute for you guys…

“Relax, it’s not a prison sentencing.” Phil had just about had it with Dan. Whenever he was nervous, and it was surprisingly often, he couldn’t sit still. He had removed and reinserted his headphones so many times Phil had to take them from him. With nothing to do with his hands he was cracking his knuckles. His leg was bouncing and shaking the table they were sitting at, Phil’s coffee was in danger of tipping and spilling. Dan alternated from picking at random things on his clothes to checking his hair and face in the camera. This had been going on since they’d left the house over an hour ago, and Phil managed to tolerate it until he just couldn’t anymore. Dan looked at him like he had been slapped, then his face fell into a deeper nervous frown. “Yeah, it’s just my girlfriend.”

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Not a Goddamn Hero

Playing with ballpoint pens and this asshole comes out again. Sketchy, whatever. Keeping it here to keep track of my progress. In a year, I’ll look back and laugh as I churn out masterpieces (lol)

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