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Chogiwa (Part 1)

A/N: I can’t believe I actually wrote an actual smut based on Chanyeol’s trademark ‘Chogiwa’ but shit happens and here we are. This is going to be two-part smut, so here is the first part for you all! Also, this is dedicated to my fam/partner-in-crime/best tumblr friend @nunchiwrites (who is one of THE best writers I know out there!) as she’s been craving for some hot Wolf! Chanyeol ;) enjoy this baby of mine and remember to leave some feedback in the ask box too, you lovely people x (and look forward to Part 2 in the near future!)

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader (with a hint of Kyungsoo)

Genre: Smut

Requested: Yes, by @nunchiwrites

Summary: Chanyeol marks you as his mate to protect you from another wolf and steamy stuff happens.

Word Count: 4145

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

For eighteen years, people have been warning you to not wander into the forest at night, especially when there’s a full moon. You’ve heard whispers about the ‘beasts’ that attack innocent people in the shadows of the woods and the rumours about ‘half human, half wolf’ mutants. You never really believed a word of it. Half human, half wolf? Seriously?

Scoffing to yourself in your mind, you merrily continue your stroll into the forest, enjoying the night breeze wafting through your hair. A quick upwards glance tells you that there’s a full moon out tonight, glowing brightly and illuminating the entire ink-black sky beautifully.

Smiling contentedly to yourself, you find your feet taking you further into the depths of the forest, increasing the distance between your form and the bustling life on the outskirts of the woods. An abrupt gust of wind chills you right down to your bones and you wrap your arms around yourself tightly, goosebumps breaking out on your bare skin. In all the years you’ve been wandering into the forest on your own at night, you’ve never grown accustomed to the chilly breezes that claws at your skin ruthlessly.

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anonymous asked:

bughead having sex at literally any change they get (several times please)

So much More: 

you got it! Mostly smut with a little bit of context at the beginning. 

Excuse me while I go blush profusely now… haha x

warning: so much smut [oh lord i am going to hell]

The first time was a little awkward, but wonderful none the less. It should’ve been in his dads trailer the night of the jubilee after confessing their love. That would’ve made sense. But it wasn’t. 

It was the night after that; they had spent all day at the hospital, they were emotionally exhausted, both from being the support Archie needed and seeing the man whom had been a prominent parental figure to both of them almost their entire lives, fight for his own. Jughead had climbed the ladder to  her bedroom window after he had bid her goodnight at the front door. Because he knew she needed him and he needed her too. It was comfort and love and the need to feel alive. It was hushed moans and muffled whimpers under pastel sheets and on floral comforters. It was rushed and slow all at once. It was, hunger, desire, passion and learning. 

And then it became so much more. It became a need, a want, engrained deep within their souls to feel close to each other. It was as if the further Riverdale tried to pry them apart, the more urgent the need to connect in every sense possible became. 

It was raw and passionate and oh so good. 

It was addictive and sinful and everything. 

It was leather and wool; rough and dark, while comforting and safe. 

And now it seemed every chance they got they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

It was late Monday evening and the young couple were seeking solace in FP’s trailer. Betty had managed to forgo the wrath of Alice Cooper which she would usually incur for being out this hour on a school night no less, as a very pregnant Polly was occupying all of her mother’s concern. And while Jughead’s foster parents were nice enough they were not capable of enforcing rules he actually wanted to abide by.

This had become a routine of sorts for them. Hiding away from the rampage outside and enjoying the little slice of domesticity here in the small excuse for a home. Here they revelled in each other’s company and nothing else, particularly enjoying the teenage bliss they were able to manufacture in the air. 

Betty was sitting on the couch text book on her lap. Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy low pony tail for a change- Jughead felt privilege well within his chest at the knowledge she felt so entirely free and herself here with him that she could shed her defences. Betty felt the same emotion as she took in his beanie less state. 

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Be Ours: A Cazigan Valentine’s Day Mini Fic

Happy Valentine’s Day to my OT3! Celebrate with some Cazigan AU love! Mild NSFW.

When Cassian turns the corner out of the elevator and see’s Apt. #301 canoodling next to Apt. #303, he knows he’s in for a long night. The jingle of his keys only barely masks the downtrodden grumble he makes as he approaches his own door and sees the pair go in for a kiss.

“Ahem,” Cassian coughs.

The two immediately stop kissing, but their bodies are nowhere near apart.

“Hey Cass,” the blonde one, Morrigan, pipes up, grinning ear to ear like a siren from the seas. She’s wearing a slinky little number of a dress that’s dripping in red and hugging all the right places. Cassian would have rather been spared the delicious view before facing his night alone.

Even worse is the man Morrigan is all tucked up against - Azriel. Azriel with the five o’clock shadow Cassian wants to run his fingers over and a tux that suggests the two have had quite a night out already.

Cassian hates Valentine’s Day. And his neighbors only make the night worse.

He’d run in to them in this exact scenario two nights ago right after his boyfriend had dumped him - over the phone. When Mor asked if he had a Valentine this year and Cassian had said no, she’d been way too excited about it and it pissed him off.

Even Azriel’s eyes had darkened with delight when he heard the news. Cassian couldn’t understand being so happy in someone else’s misery like that.

The two exchanged a devious look and slipped inside with a quick pair of So sorry and That’s a real shame, man before disappearing for the night.

But it wasn’t the last time that night he’d hear them talking.

Tonight, Morrigan’s running her fingers over Az’s bow tie, loosening it at the collar teasingly and Cass knows he’s in for another long night of antics he’d rather not hear.

“Have fun,” Cassian says without giving them time for conversation. “Make it a good one for me,” he says way too sarcastically, pushing his door open and hoping the sounds aren’t enough to force him into another cold shower.

He doesn’t catch Mor’s wicked grin or Azriel’s mischievous look before they too disappear for the night, but he doesn’t barely register Az’s snickering, “Oh we will.”

He tries not to groan at that.

Cassian collapses in the bedroom of Apt. #302 and sighs, running his hands over his face. It takes all of about five minutes before the distinct sounds of laughter and eventual moaning greet him from the other side of the paper thin wall he shares with #303.

Great, he thinks. Just what I needed tonight.

It’s not that he minds his neighbors being so in love. He’s pleased for them - honestly. They suit each other well and seem to make each other happy and there is no denying what an attractive couple they make.

The attractiveness, though - that’s exactly his problem.

When Azriel had moved in next door, Cassian had helped him move his furniture off the truck and out of the elevators. The day spent in sweat and clenching biceps was an inspiring treat for Cass made only that much more appealing by how well he and Az got on. They spent the next two months hanging out more and more frequently and there were times Cassian got the sense maybe his neighbor was starting to incline towards him the same way…

But then the cranky old woman in #301 died randomly in her sleep and not only was Morrigan a much more pleasant replacement, but she had a full rack to kill and legs for days that Cassian couldn’t stop staring at.

Neither could Azriel.

And Mor liked Azriel. Took a liking to him straightaway.

And so that was that. One year and a broken relationship with Apt. #527 on 9th Street later and Cassian found himself alone on Valentine’s Day preparing to listen to his impossibly attractive neighbors have sex and vaguely thinking about what it would be like to join them.


He wasn’t going to do this. It was positively masochistic to sit there all night and listen to them. He would leave.

But why should he leave when they were the ones having all the fun and spoiling a perfectly good evening for him? He’d tell them to knock it off or at least go back to #301 where the wall of Mor’s bedroom didn’t share with his own.

Cassian marched to his door, flew it open prepared to offer the lovebirds a piece of his mind, but as soon as he opened the door, all noise from next door stopped and so too did Cassian.

There was a box sitting just outside his door.

Cassian picked it up. It was plain and ordinary with only one thing written on it.

Apt. #302

“Huh,” Cassian grumbled and took the box inside, forgetting all about his previous plans. He set it on the counter and unfolded the flaps.

Inside was bright red tissue paper and a Valentine’s Day greeting card with a picture of a big purple conversation heart on it that said Be Mine, except that ‘Mine’ had been crossed out in black Sharpie and replaced underneath with a new word in delicate script.

Be Ours.

Cassian opened it and found only one handwritten message, this time in a messier more imprecise handwriting, that said:

Dearest Cassian,
Don’t be blue.
We’re having fun,
Though we could use some 302.

Two’s a company,
But three’s devout.
Bring this over,
And help us shout.

xx 301 & 303

His draw dropped. He almost didn’t believe what he’d read, but the eerie silence form next door and the two sets of handwriting were enough that he set the card down and removed the tissue paper from the box. Beneath it was a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

Cassian laughed. Laughed so hard, he almost knocked himself on his ass as tears fell from his eyes.

Grabbing the lube and the condoms, he bolted for next door and was inches away from knocking when he saw the note posted above the door handle.

It’s open.

With a chuckle, he knocked anyway and opened the door, ripping the note off for good measure.

Morrigan’s red dress on the tile floor was all that greeted him and when he rounded the corner to the hallway and saw Az’s tux and boxers, he gulped with how quickly it made his blood boil.

“In here, Cass!”

Morrigan’s delighted melody of a voice called to him from the bedroom. He paused just outside the door.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked before entering.

The door swung suddenly wide open and there stood Azriel, stark naked and not looking one bit abashed about any of it. “You read the note right?” Cass flicked his brow up and held up the lube and condoms in either hand. Azriel’s lips twitched in feline pleasure before he slid his hand around Cassian’s neck and tugged him gently towards the room. “I can give you some encouragement if you want, but you don’t strike me as the type who needs it.”

“Well I am here after all,” Cassian said. He couldn’t deny he was still a tad nervous about this. These two twisted his stomach into all sorts of knots he’d never had before, so it was cautiously that he admitted, “But I didn’t think you-”

Azriel cut him off with a smoldering kiss that tasted of heat and wine. When Morrigan giggled like a school girl from the bed, Cassian felt himself go entirely hard. And from what he could feel (and see) from Azriel standing so near, he wasn’t the only one.

Mor pranced up from the bed and went round behind Cassian. She smelled like fresh oranges, juicy and delectable. Her hands pushed his lower back until he stumbled far enough into the room to close the door behind them while Azriel continued kissing him.

He and his neighbors got on quite well after that.


Benefits of Having a Househusband: Chapter 1 - They can reach where you can’t

aka, 10 times Jay being a househusband worked in Erin’s favour

Also on and A03

I thought I’d post my new 10-chaptered fic from tonight instead of when I’m back from my hols. I’ll try to keep up with a chapter every other day, but apologies if I miss a day or can’t reply asap. But I am keen to hear all your thought so please do let me know what you think :)

Once again, huge thanks to @justkillingtimewhileiwait for all of her beta'ing help and idea bouncing! Hope you guys enjoy!

Shuffling barefoot out of her bedroom, Erin frowned at the sight of Jay in her darkened kitchen. They had hit the gym after work, and she had thought they were lounging lazily that evening after exhausting their minds and bodies. Jay, however, seemed to have another idea.

“What are you doing?” she asked, running her fingers through her wet hair whilst roaming over her boyfriend’s form appreciatively. He had changed into a pair of sweats which hung low on his hips, giving her a deliciously teasing view of the smallest strip of skin of his abdomen where his t-shirt was currently riding up.

“Your light was out,” he replied without sparing her a glance.

Rounding the breakfast bar, Erin watched him balance carefully on the stepstool she kept in the hallway closet, head craned up as he stretched to change the light bulb of the corner spotlight.

“I know it was out,” she replied, curling her hands around the cuffs of one of Jay’s hoodies which were currently swamping her upper body, and crossing her arms loosely.

“Did you plan on ever changing it?” he asked dryly, interspersed with a quiet grunt as he struggled to swap out the lights; a sound that shouldn’t send a bolt of pleasure through her but ultimately did.

“Yeah, at some point,” Erin finally responded when he threw her a questioning look at her silence.

Jumping off the stepstool, Jay headed to the light switch to see if his handiwork had been a success. “Erin, you do know how to change a light bulb, right?”

Smacking his shoulder as he passed her, she scoffed indignantly at his comment. “Alright, smartass. I might not have had the most traditional upbringing but I do know how to change a lightbulb.”

“Yeah? So why has this one been gathering dust? Pretty sure it’s been out since the first time I visited you,” he quipped, shooting her a beaming grin when the once-dead spotlight shone bright again.

Erin shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not really essential,” she lied. They both knew the struggle of the dark corner of the kitchen early on a winter morning. It was where the coffee maker had lived before Jay had subtly rearranged her kitchen, most likely for that reason alone. Coffee was sacred to them both.

Approaching her with a smirk playing on his lips, Jay stopped only when he was toe-to-toe with her, arms trapping her against the counter as he reached around her to grip it on either side of her waist. “You can’t reach, can you?”

Her lack of an immediate answer must have told him he was dead on, chuckling amusedly. “Shut up. It’s not funny, Jay,” she huffed with a small pout, shoving gently at his chest with a fist. It wasn’t enough to make him move but it swayed him enough to seem like she had meant it.

“I know, I know,” he replied, laughter in his words even as his smirk reformed into a tender smile. “It’s actually really cute.”

“I’ll show you cute when you’re sleeping alone for the the foreseeable future,” Erin warned.

“You wouldn’t,” he challenged confidently, faltering only when she arched a brow at him to rethink his statement. “After changing your light bulb for you?”

Pretending to consider his words, she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “I guess you have your uses. Househusband,” she added with a smirk to match his, lifting her arms to rest them over his shoulders.

“See? More than just a pretty face,” he said arrogantly, boyish grin in place as he leaned in to capture her lips with his own in a chaste kiss.

“Hmm. Form and function,” she murmured when he pulled back, repeating his words back at him before taking charge and pulling him into a quick, deep kiss. “Damn good function.”

“Damn good form, too,” Jay retorted, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her into him so she could feel exactly what he was alluding to.

Smirking slyly, Erin used her arms on his shoulders as leverage to raise up onto her tiptoes. “Prove it,” she challenged him, the uncharacteristic squeal slipping from her lips as he gripped her hips to lift her up onto the counter silenced by his mouth on hers, already getting to work on doing as she commanded.

Here’s a J/C image for you:

Kathryn and Chakotay are working outside. Because it’s hot Kathryn is wearing a simple loose fitting shirt and foregoes her bra as it constricts her movement and is just plain uncomfortable in the heat.

Every time she leans forward, Chakotay gets a deliciously good view. It gets worse when they carry something heavy together and he gets to see ehr cleavage for a good few minutes. He tries to look away but it’s just there and it’s just so tempting. And he almost stumbles. Deciding that they’ve both had enough and Chakotay seems to be elsewhere with his thoughts, Kathryn proposes they finish for the day and do the rest tomorrow. She’s surprised when she gets no argument.

Inside, she leans forward to take off her shoes and in the full length mirror she gets the full cleavage treatment herself. She blushes furiously when she realizes that Chakotay must have had this view all day and is not in the least surprised when his shower takes a little longer than usual.

The following morning, she hesitates for a moment, but then chooses a similar shirt. Chakotay’s groan when she steps into the living area almost makes her chuckle.

Throughout the day, Kathryn catches him staring a good few times. It takes Chakotay until lunch to realize that Kathryn knows what he’s doing and that she’s leaning deeper forward whenever she can.

Turnabout is only fair play, he thinks, and takes off his shirt when they return to work after lunch…

My Wife

Prompt: The first time Owen refers to Amelia as, “my wife.”

I’m baaaaaack. Well, kind of. I don’t really know much, but I know I missed writing. A

Owen Hunt was not one to flaunt his relationships all over town. He appreciated the intimacy of a bond shared between two people, the closeness it brings to the couple. At the same time, he also had a very hard time not mounting his wife every second of the day. The way her scrubs molded against her shapely ass, how the vee of her collar would gape when she bent over, revealing a delicious view of her cleavage.

He was a firm believer in feminism and he knew firsthand that Amelia could stand up for herself, but occasionally he couldn’t help it. When a stranger’s eyes would linger on her petite frame a little too long he would slink an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Or when the waiter at dinner would shoot her a grin, Owen would reach across to intertwine their hands, making sure to flaunt her white gold band.

But Amelia Shepherd was not going to stand around while he figuratively peed all over her. She was no one’s territory to be marked, and he knew that damn well. Yet he had an inkling that a small part of her enjoyed his jealousy and possessive nature when it came to her. The glint in her eye, and the super hot sex, were a dead giveaway that she wasn’t completely against his behaviour.

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Yuri on Ice ED Instagram posts!

So okay, the best thing I enjoyed about this anime so far is the ED Instagram posts made by the cast ensemble, but it’s such a disservice to have their posts scroll up so fast and I have a mighty need to know what they posted and sharing is caring.

I fully blame jjleeroy15 (aka Jean-Jacques Leroy) for this though because his tag was what caught my attention. I might now have to make him my honorary favourite supporting cast member.   Also LOL sukeota3sisters go figure!

*disclaimer: some emojis were impossible to find so I substituted them with the closest thing that makes sense. Enjoy!

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Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll

Request: no

Summary: The actions leading up to Sam and Dean using the Jagger/Richards alias. 

Warnings: sex, drugs, rock and roll, unprotected sex, jealous sam and dean

Originally posted by leluxemannequin

The hair was long and the drinks were strong, somewhere in the mix was team free will. Coming back to 1975 was originally not their idea, but they had to know if John was always like this. Eventually, it turned from investigating the Winchesters to having a fun time. John proved to be a good man, a strong Marine whose only fault might be a pair of wandering eyes (but he honestly had good reason because Mary was not as great as the boys once thought).

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