eyes behind the stars

Obey (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Prompt: OH GOD WEREWOLF JIMIN AU SMUTSMUTSMUT I’m trash for dominant werewolf Jimin + Can you please write a smut (werewolf! jimin and reader) where he goes into heat, and gets really horny/possessive with the reader? Thank you very much~

Genre: Smut - Werewolf!AU (In Heat)

Words: 2.1K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Everyone has a bit of sadistic nature buried deep within the confines of their most intimate desires, a dark sensation that consumes the mind, body, and soul when the time is right. For Park Jimin, that animalistic desire was something that had cursed him since the day he first turned eighteen years old, a spark reigniting with each full moon. It devoured him whole, taking complete control of his body until he could quench the nearly insatiable thirst for dominance. 

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sub!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Dirty Talk, etc. 

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Defects (M)

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

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

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

Originally posted by nnochu

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Lance was used to being sick. Growing up with all those younger siblings made him a victim of many colds, flus, and stomach bugs. He considered himself a master at illness. Or so he thought. Lance was jerked awake by his alarm that sat on the dresser beside his bed. It sounded as if it were underwater. When Lance raised up to turn it off, he knew immediately that something was wrong. His ears were ringing, echoing in his head and wincing at the noise. He also had this deep ache throughout his entire body, even his bones ached. As Lance shook his head to try to clear the ringing, a wave of nausea hit him. Lance was familiar with vomiting. It always happened in a process. First, his palms and forehead would become clammy. Second, his stomach would cramp as if someone was tying it in a knot. Third, he would get this coppery metal taste in his mouth like he had a mouthful of pennies. And that’s what he felt right now. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the saliva and bile down. He couldn’t be sick. Not today! The team was supposed to be going over new strategies and then train. He promised Keith that he would fight hand-to-hand combat with him so he wouldn’t have to use a droid again. And Lance wasn’t the type to go back on a promise. His mama raised him better than that.
“Lance! Did you hear what I just said? This is the second time you’ve fell asleep! This is important information that you all need to know!”
Lance swallows thickly and nodded at Allura. This was a bad idea. Lance was trying, really, but he was just so exhausted. His eyelids weighted a ton, and he couldn’t keep them up. His hair was stuck to his pale forehead with sweat, but he was still shivering. Shiro sent him a concerned glance, but Lance waved it off. He wouldn’t be seen as weak. He wanted to prove his worth to the team, that he was strong. He wasn’t going to let the team down, so he made himself focus on Allura’s blurring figure as she continued.
When the time for training to come around, Lance was worse. It hurt to move his limbs, too sudden movement made him nauseous, and the was a sharp pain behind his eyes that continuously throbbed, his head feeling like it was going to explode.
“Hey, Lance! Are you ready to train?”
Lance blinked at Keith, trying to process what he had just said.
Lance blinked a few more times before coming to his senses.
“O-Oh! Yeah, let’s do this! Eager to get your butt kicked?”
Keith stared at Lance, noticing something was off, but brushed it off. Lance was always acting weird, so he didn’t think too much about it.
“In your dreams, Lance.”
They made their way to the training room and faces each other, braced into crouched stances. Lance tried to focus, but it was like fog was inside his head, and there were suddenly three other Keiths in front of him. He vaugly hears Keith say something and before he can say ‘what’ Lance is on the ground. His head hit the floor and stars formed behind his eyes.
“Oh my god, Lance?!”
Keith reached down from him, but Lance pushed him away. He tasted pennies. Fumbling to get on his hands and knees, Lance tried to crawl away, but his stomach suddenly twisted, and Lance couldn’t hold back. Retching loudly, tears streamed down his face as he violently brought up lunch and breakfast. Even after his stomach was empty, he continued to retch, tears streaming down his face. He begged for it to stop, he couldn’t breathe. He could hear Keith shouting, but he couldn’t focus, couldn’t hear. When he felt like he was going to pass out, his stomach finally eased. Lance crumpled to the ground and could barely feel the hands that was on his face. Lance closed his eyes tightly, tears still streaming as he took in ragged, greedy breaths, and shivering uncontrollably. Then the hands were gone. Lance didn’t know how long he laid there. It could’ve been hours for all he knew. But then he felt someone pick him up. He heard Shiro’s voice.
“Lance? Are you okay?”
Lance just groaned and squeezed his eyes tighter. “
Come on Keith, let’s take him back to his bed and ask Allura what we should do.”
As Shiro walked, the rocking made Lance sleepy, which he gladly welcomed.
“He should’ve said something to us. What if we were in the middle of a mission or a battle? Lance would pretty much just get in the way!”
Keith whispered. Lance was ashamed that he was so weak, especially in front of Keith and Shiro. Lance just wanted to prove that he belonged as a part of Voltron, that the team can count on him. Lance’s last thought before he let sleep consume him was that the only thing the team could count on him to do was let them down.


I saw this really cool post and it inspired me to try out some different tentacles styles for my OC Silas! Since he was born on Glee Anselm and lived there almost his whole life, he was probably taught a lot of different traditional ways of tying up his tentacles. 

He probably wore them in ponytail most of the time, except when he went diving deep in the ocean to gather pearls, because he needed them to light up the darkness around him, and because it must not be very comfortable for him to have them tied up all the time (they’re quite sensitive due to their bioluminescent tips).

What Alpha Wants

Originally posted by 1-800-boys

Scott x Reader

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut

“Scott (Y/N)’s here.” Melissa called up the stairs, knocking on his door when he didn’t answer. “Scott, did you hear me?”

“You said (Y/N) called?” He muttered, towel around his waist as he came from the shower.

“No, she’s downstairs, you were studying with her?” She asked and he frowned.

“No that’s tomorrow.” He muttered but she shook her head and chuckled as she went to tell you he was upstairs before she left for work.

“Scott, your Mom said we could study because you don’t have work you’re just on the wrong day or something.” You blabbered as you jogged up the stairs, yelping when you burst into his rooms as he put his boxers on.

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Sweatpants (M)

Originally posted by donewithjeon

pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

genre/warnings: smut, one shot

words: 1,168

summary: You’re playing on your phone until your best friend takes it from you. What happens when you try and get it back?

notes: please don’t be too harsh on me!! This is my first time writing fanfiction!

 “I’m bored” Jungkook whines, walking over to the sofa and sitting across from me. Turning my attention away from my phone and to him, I trail my eyes from his messy brown hair all the way down to the black t-shirt and grey sweatpants he was wearing. Saying Jungkook was attractive was an understatement. This boy was downright beautiful.

  I licked my lips, snapping myself out of my thoughts before shooting him a quick smile before I answered. “Then go do something.”

 He rolled his eyes at me. “Wow, I wish I would’ve thought of that one, good one y/n”

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anonymous asked:

yuuri is a witch in training and viktor is a prince!

guys. which one of you failed to inform me that yesterday was @beanpots‘s bday? this is dedicated to them now

The bell above the door tinkles merrily as it opens. Viktor steps in nervously, pulling his hood about him and closing the door quickly, before peering out the little window in the door to make sure he hadn’t been tailed.

After ascertaining that no one had, he steps out into the main part of this shop, looking around him at the dried herbs tied to the ceiling and gathered in baskets all around. A book lies open on the counter, next to a mortar and pestle and a small linen bag. 

A bengal cat comes leaping down from the rafters, landing onto the counter before flicking its tail and turning to survey Viktor with piercing green eyes. Viktor stands rooted to the floor, hardly daring to breathe. He only moves when the cat does; it leaps off the counter and pads away silently through a set of black curtains behind the counter.

Viktor returns to his examination of the room. Minako is taking such a long time to get out here, and he didn’t remember seeing a bengal cat familiar the last time he was here to be checked up by her. He sighs, finger skimming across a deer antler and a rabbit’s foot before coming to rest on a fox pelt. It feels unbelievably soft.

“Hey! I’m sorry it took me so long to get out here!” A voice startles Viktor from his reverie and he turns to see a young dark-haired man at the counter, wiping his hands on his apron. Viktor’s chest does an unpleasant-feeling lurch, and he heaves, caught off-guard by the sudden motion. The young man’s eyes widen, and he scrambles around the counter to catch Viktor just as he stumbles.

The young man smells like petrichor, Viktor muses, before he’s being guided to a stool and instructed to sit. The young man vanishes behind the curtains again, and reappears momentarily with a cup of some sort of hot beverage.

“It’s tea,” he explains, when Viktor clutches the cup and stares at it. 

“…Thank you,” mumbles Viktor, before he sips. It is scalding, but it is tea, indeed.

“You gave me a bit of a fright,” admits the young man. “What can I do for you?”

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What is love?
‘A feeling. It’s a feeling deep in your guts, a pull to a person that you’re in ‘love’ with.
’ No. It’s not.
That’s too simple to describe something so complicated, so intense, so special.
Love is feeling that first pull towards someone you probably thought you wouldn’t like. It’s the choice of commitment to continuously make it work. It’s knowing almost everything about them without them having to show and tell. Love is remembering and noticing the tiniest details about them. The feeling of love is not having to act crazy over them to know you’re in love like crazy.
Love is risking your happiness for theirs. It’s something that will save you from your depression in your darkest days. It is seeing their highest points and their lowest, seeing them snort a stupid laugh or crying against the wall, and loving them for it even more than before.
You can have love multiple times, but TRUE LOVE is a PRIVILEGE, a ONCE IN A LIFETIME opportunity.
Love is something irreplaceable.
When you stop loving a person, the care will never leave. You will always care about their well-being.
But love is not a simple, 'I liked him/her for a month and now I think I’m in love’ feeling, no.
It’s knowing that, no matter how many times they hurt you, no matter how many trials you go through, no matter how they are or what they look like,
you will ALWAYS love them.
—  What is Love?
Bit o’ Fun

Harry X Reader X Zayn: Smut

In which Harry adds a surprise guest into the equation (Zayn).

Request? Yes:

Well,,,,,,,,, the Harry imagine just about killed me, so truly from the bottom of my heart thanks for that. Hahah, can you do one with Harry AND Zayn? A threesome where the reader has a daddy kink?

Author’s note: I actually hate this. Be gentle!

“Hey, babe,” you greet as you stumble through the doorway. Your feet have been aching in a new pair of heels. Undoing the buckles quickly and whipping the shoes into a corner, you glance up into the depths of a dark hotel room, eyes straining to adjust.


The curtains are drawn over the window, only a crack of L.A. streetlight seeping into the center of the room. You can faintly make out Harry’s silhouette on the edge of the mattress.

“Hey, love.”

You take a firm step forward before another two wobbly ones back. There’s a second form on the bed, seated right beside Harry. Your fingers fumble along the wall for the light switch.

“Zayn?” You’re surprised as dim light filters through the space from a far lamp. Both of the boys squint, eyebrows drawn low on their foreheads.

“’S right.” Zayn smiles, flashing his teeth for a brief moment. “Hi, Y/N.”

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Uhhh I kinda got smacked around by some inspiration for a VLD fic, of all things?  

“I wanted to see how you two were doing,” Shiro said, collapsing against the counter beside her.  "But, it’s good to get a little quiet.“

Hunk frowned in sympathy.  "They still arguing?”

“Something like that.”  Shiro sighed, kneading his temples.  "I wish I could say it’s surprising, but.  Fire and water are opposites.“

"So are earth and air,” Pidge noted.  "Feel like sparring, Hunk?“

Hunk grinned over his mixing bowl.  "I’m good, but thanks.”

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Before Dusk

Originally posted by narryintheam

Pairing: Harry and You 

Words: 800+

Warning: sfw 

Something short and sweet. 

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Summary: @spn-fob-fandoms-perfection​ requested an a/b/o where Dean was the reader’s mate. (Sorry it took FOREVER. Hope you enjoy it!)

Word Count: 3000ish

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, smut, knotting sex

A/N: If you aren’t familiar with a/b/o, @kittenofdoomage​ is my a/b/o queen and explains the world perfectly here. Hope y’all enjoy!

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fwb!yoongi + when you need attention 

If someone had asked you what your favorite feature or characteristic was in Yoongi you’d without a second thought say his mind. Well, not without a second thought, considering you knew what it was like to feel his hands over your body, slightly calloused and inquisitive, not lazy but languid. Then there was his mouth, dear God, that mouth that new the inside of your pussy like no other man before him did, every nook and cranny. That short tongue of his that made you cum off the top and simultaneously gush over how cute his lisp was whenever he tried to pronounce something with an ’s.’ But no, despite all of the wonderful, wonderful, dear Jesus, wonderful features of Min Yoongi, at the end of the day it was that big brain of his that had you cumming off the top.

There was something about his creative process, hell his thought process period, that got you horny. He was the self-proclaimed Min Genius, but not in vain. You had never in the entirety of your life been able to witness how music was made. It was just one of those things that existed for you. But soon after becoming friends with Yoongi he gave you glimpses into how much work and effort was put into composing just one song. Now over the years, Yoongi being the genius he is, only got better and better at his trade. Sleepless nights spent laying tracks and sampling music from artists, some of whom you hadn’t even known existed.

And to add to all of those amazing qualities, his intellect, depth, perception, he was so sexually unrepressed. One of the key factors why Yoongi was one of your best partners was how completely open you could be with him sexually, to the point where you could discuss with him over coffee about likes and dislikes.

You thought back to the first time you had agreed to have sex with him, a friends with benefits type of thing, you both didn’t have the time for the relationship aspect of sex, but plenty of inclination for the sex itself. You chuckle everytime you think about it, the way he had probed and persuaded you over one too many shots of tequila and not so subtle touches.

“So what you’re telling me is you haven’t fucked in going on half a year.” Yoongi raised his voice an octave so you he could hear him over the music, his mouth dangerously close to your own.

You nodded sluggishly, enjoying the feel of his hand, that had not so subtly snuck up to rest on the small of your back. To anyone else it looked like a friendly gesture, one to steady you as you wobbled slightly in your drunken stupor, but you could feel the heat emanating from his body as the night dragged on and he his touches got bolder and bolder with each shot of tequila.

“I’m just so busy.” You whined, “and like, one night stands are just so… bleh. I want someone who knows me and my body but relationships are so draining and I don’t have the time to teach someone new everytime, you know?”

Yoongi nodded eagerly at your words, his body crowding closer and closer to your own with each sway of the crowd, until you were pushed against a wall and his hand was resting on your hip. He was still testing the waters, trying to figure out how far he could take this, the conversation, the petting, before you pulled back.

“It’s frustrating, isn’t it? And now a days it’s hard to find someone like that. Everyone claims to be detached from everything and weighed down with “trust issues” and blah blah blah, I’m just trying to find a partner who won’t put on an act all the while deluding themselves into thinking we’re in a relationship just so they can play the victim when I don’t want more.“

“Do you ever get that?” You shuddered when he leaned down to speak directly into your ear, his chest rubbing against the hard peak of your nipples, you rested a hand around his waist, pressing your body closer to his, still under the guise of overly-touchy friendliness as you played this dangerous game with him.

“God, yes” you groaned, whether it was to his question or the way you felt his hand slip lower on your back until it was resting just on the top of your ass, his fingers thrumming lightly, a beat you felt shoot straight to your pussy.

“This feels nice.” You sighed, “I like touching you like this.”

“Like what?” He murmured, his hands venturing lower at your words, to slip into the pockets of your jeans. You shuffled closer at that, wrapping your arms around his middle to hug him. You cocked your head back so you could peer into his eyes, slightly hidden from your view by his bangs. You sent him a drunken smile and he stared, enraptured. His head lowered slightly to press against your own, your breaths mingling, his eyes telling you everything he couldn’t say out loud. You swayed gently against each other to the music, the bass pounding so hard you could feel it in your chest.


Yoongi peered over your head to shoot an annoyed glance at whoever had called out to him, only to come face to face with Jung Hoseok’s annoyingly exuberant grin.

“What do you want?” He grumbled, clearly annoyed at being interrupted at… whatever it was the two of you were doing. A standing cuddle session in the middle of a house party.

“What’s going on over here?”

You buried your head in Yoongi’s chest, feeling one arm envelope you back while the other kept a firm grip on his beer. You chose to ignore the obnoxiously suggestive tone to Hoseok’s question, and no doubt him waggling his eyebrows at Yoongi. Instead you inhaled Yoongi’s clean scent, opting to place a kiss on his chest, earning a pat on the butt.

“Yah, are you wearing lipstick?” He grumbled, peering down at his now plum lipstick stained white t-shirt.

“Oops.” You giggled, Hoseok long forgotten by now as Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh before tugging roughly on a strand of your hair.

“I wish I could hug you like this forever.” You whined dramatically, burying your head in his chest.

“You want to get out of here?” He asked, his voice husky at your ear.

“And do what?” You feigned innocence before pulling back to shoot him a coy look.

“Go to my house.” He replied, entranced by the way you bit your lip at his suggestion. He reached up to tug your lip from between your teeth and running a soothing finger over the aforementioned spot.

“And hug some more?” You played dumb.

He leaned down, his voice low and velvety in your ear, “Like hugging, only wetter.” -

And wetter was right, that night Yoongi had unleashed the most carnal of your desires, taking you to heights of pleasure you never knew existed for yourself until you were at his mercy, a trembling mess for him.

“Yoongi… I… wait I need to-”

Yoongi shoved you face down on the mattres, so lost in his own pleasure your whimpers and pleas were suddenly less of a turn on more of a nuisance that hindered his release. But you fought back, shoving at his hips behind you until he popped out of your pussy with a raunchy squelch.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He spat, it was only when he realized you weren’t being coy that he finally stopped trying to shove his dick back inside of you. “Hey, are you alright?”

“No… I.. God this is so embarrassing.” You whined, entire face flushing. Yoongi cupped your face, running a soothing thumb over the apples of your cheek, his hard on still jutting against your slit, “No… I need to pee.”

“You need to what?”

“Pee, okay? God, just give me a sec.” You moved to make your way towards the bathroom only to have your attempts thwarted Yoongis thumbs pressing into your hips to keep you firmly in place on his mattress. You let out an annoyed huff, “Yoongi, what are you doing? I told you I have to -oh!”

You gasped when you felt the tip of Yoongi’s cock slide provocatively between your lips, your pussy so wet he would occasionally bump the head against your clit. You felt your desire weigh heavy in the pit of your stomach like lead, an orgasm fast approaching. A mewl of protest left your lips when he slipped the head in teasingly, your warmth enveloping him in a way that made him want to put up a sold sign and spend the rest of his days inside of you.

“W-what are you doing?” You stammered, a little breathlessly. Even as you watched him grip the base of his cock, guiding himself into you, inch by delicious inch until you swore you could feel him in your cervix. Yoongi stilled when he had finally impaled you on his entire length, breathing through his nose and attempting to savor the way your pussy made him feel like he was dipping his cock in gold.

A cold tendril of panic slipped up your spine as you felt your labia swell, his cock hitting a particularly intense part of your pussy, so deep inside you didn’t even know it existed.

“Do you trust me?” He murmured against your neck, placing open mouthed kisses all up the column of your throat.

You nodded, mindlessly clawing at his back, drunken ‘yes’s spilling from your lips, anything to get him to hit that spot again.

“Oh fffffuck, Yoongi! Yes right there don’t move, please, please, please don’t move.” You cried out, suddenly overwhelmed by your own pleasure, the intensity of the entire situation making your legs buckle.

“Don’t move?” He whispered teasingly, “But I want you to cum for me.”

“I-I.. Please just keep pressing there, right there, deeper. I need you deeper.”

You had half a mind to be embarrassed by your sudden desperation but you had lost it somewhere amongst the nearly tangible pleasure you were experiencing. You were suddenly clawing at Yoongi’s ass cheeks, swiveling your hips up to get him as deep as he was before. He let out a curse when you clenched around, your nails digging into his behind as you physically pulled him deeper into your pussy until the pleasure was too much and you were suddenly toppling over the edge of the cliff. Stars blinked behind your eyes and your body arched off the bed, the intensity of your orgasm making your legs quiver roughly.

The sudden urge to pee was too much for you to handle, your weak and sensitized body finally giving in to the urge to push until you felt the wetness shooting from you and you had managed to push Yoongi’s cock from inside you with a provocative squelch. It wasn’t until you heard a “holy fuck” that you noticed he wasn’t seated deep inside of you like he was a minute ago.

You managed to peer one drowsy eye at the sudden shock on his face, waiting with baited breath for his protests of disgust at his now soiled bed sheets.

A gasp left your lips when he rubbed a gentle hand over your sensitive mound, watching in astonishment (and if we were being honest, lust) as he played in the small puddle of juices that was leaking from your pussy. The air left your lungs as you watched him raise his fingers to his mouth and suck.

“I didn’t know you squirt.” He said casually around the digits.

“Me neither.” -

To say you and Yoongi had an active sex life was truly an understatement. From that day on, he had devoted hours, days, weeks to learning your body, inside and out. And you enjoyed every goddamn minute.

Your relationship had somehow managed to stay relatively normal, you still went out and had a round of beers with the guys, occasionally went to catch the latest blockbuster, all while abiding by the invisible set of rules you both had set up for each other; no meddling in each other’s personal business unless otherwise asked to do so, no mutual exclusivity, and lots and lots of wild, monkey sex.

Yoongi was a great companion, and complimented your personality amazingly well. He was introverted where you were extroverted, calm and analytical where you were boisterous and impulsive. He kept you grounded while you made sure he didn’t miss out on life for his work.

And God, did he work. You sometimes had to physically pull him out from his office on the occasion where he wouldn’t even look up from his laptop long enough to notice you standing there with not a stitch of clothing on.

Tonight was definitely one of those nights. You had arrived at his apartment two hours ago with chicken and beer, only to have him grumble about how he wasn’t hungry. You rolled your eyes at that and walked over to sit next to him on the couch.

A loud, over dramatic sigh left your lips as you watched him work tirelessly, waiting for him to ask you what was wrong.

He never did.

It took three more sighs and a clear of your throat before he finally turned to acknowledge you, an annoyed grimace marring his otherwise handsome face, “What?”

“I’m really uncomfortable in these clothes.” You pouted, gesturing towards your work ensemble, a skin tight pencil skirt and a soft cashmere sweater that he had mentioned he liked in passing once.

Yoongi gestured a hand towards his bedroom before switching his focus back to his computer, “You know where my closet is, babe. Go find something to wear.”

You shot an annoyed glare at the back of his head, wondering how someone so clearly fucking dense had survived as long as he had before stomping your way towards his bedroom.

An irritated huff left your lips before you began yanking open doors, tugging at oversized t shirts before you found your favorite hoodie of his at the bottom. You tugged off your clothes letting it decorate his carpeted floor, knowing it would drive him nuts that you were so messy all the time. A pout marred your face as you stared at your reflection, the fancy black lingerie seemingly mocking now that Yoongi had decided you weren’t gonna have sex.

“Stupid Min Yoongi.” You cursed, reaching back to undo your bra before tugging his ultra soft hoodie over your head and letting the fabric pool right above your knees.

You spent another forty five minutes laid up in his bed, waiting for him to finish his work before you finally gave up and threw your phone down, making your way back to the living room.

Min Yoongi jumped, his back straightening when your threw yourself down on the open seat next to him.

“Oh, you’re still here?”

You made an annoyed sound in the back of your throat, annoyed by how cute he was even when he was being an obnoxious prick. His round frame glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his eyes blinking a few times sincerely in shock that you were still here.

“I just came out here to borrow something.” You shrugged, reaching for the remote on the coffee table.

“Mhm.” He murmured, his attention back on his laptop.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you cooed, your other hand reaching to lace your fingers with his free one. Yoongi gave you an annoyed look but said nothing else and let you hold his hand.

It wasn’t another five minutes before you started fidgeting, adjusting yourself so your knees were touching his, tugging your laced hands between your legs to rest on your inner thigh. If Yoongi noticed, he didn’t say anything, still reading over whatever important document was on his screen.

You cleared your throat, side eyeing Yoongi to make sure he was still caught up in whatever he was doing before you tugged your hand free of his, placing his open palm flat against your mound. It took all of your will power not to shiver at his touch, even if it wasn’t really him touching you. You moved your hand to rest atop his own, putting your fingers in perfect sync with his own until you were coaxing them to press against the now wet fabric of your underwear-

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi asked. Your eyes were closed as you shoved his two fingers deeper into the fabric of your panties and by result deeper into you, but your eyes didn’t have to be open for you to know he was probably glaring at you for interrupting his stupid work.

“I told you I needed to borrow something.” You murmured, head rolling back to rest against the sofa as you used his fingers to masturbate.

“And that somethings my hand>?” He scoffed.

You let out an annoyed growl at his constant need to ruin the mood before you yanked his laptop off his legs and shoved it onto the coffee table. Yoongi watched in annoyance and mild astonishment as you forced yourself into his lap and jabbed a small finger at his chest.

“You listen here Min Yoongi, I had a really long day at work and I brought you dinner and I came here so you could give me an orgasm, I don’t know why you’re being so fucking difficult. Literally,” you threw your hands up, gesturing wildly at him, “all you have to do is make me cum and I’ll shut up and probably go to sleep because God knows how you put me to sleep after. And then you’ll get peace and quiet and I’ll get my so desperately needed orgasm. Yoongi can you feel how wet I am, how selfish can you be man-”

You never got to finish your rant before Yoongi was tugging your underwear off your legs and unbuckling his own pants at an amazing speed, all things considered.

He adjusted the both of you so he was laying flat on the couch and you on top of him. You watched in astonishment as he tugged your (well his) hoodie up over your head to expose your breast, before sliding you down his body so you rested on his thighs.

Yoongi licked the open palm of his hand before shoving your legs apart, making you blush with the way he was staring at your pussy. You shot him a confused look when he reached a hand down to untuck his cock from his jeans.

“I’m not fully hard yet.” He explained before using the palm he spat on to lubricate his semi. You stared in awe at the provocative scene before you, Yoongi jacking off so close to you, all while staring intently at your pussy as if to torture himself. He let out a groan and you focused your attention to see what he was on about. Your juices began to trickle from your pussy and onto the denim of his jeans, drying a nearly translucent white.

You shivered when he reached out his hand to collect your juices before using it to further lubricate his cock, a trickle of pre-cum dripping from his slit.

“Yoongi.” You were so turned on you could barely see straight.

He didn’t need to be told twice and as soon as Yoongi was fully erect he was not so gently shoving inside of you.

“Yes,” You hissed.

Your pussy nearly wept at the full sensation, finally having something to deliciously clench around. Yoongi watched as you wasted no time, swiveling your hips so you could grind on his dick, too greedy to bounce and have even an inch of him leave you.

Your head fell back in ecstasy, inviting Yoongi to run an open palm down your body, between your breast and come to rest on your hips, guiding you to a slower pace.

“Yoongi,” you whined, trying to force his hands from restraining you. He sent you a gummy smile before finally reneging and letting you set the pace. You sighed in relief at having his dick at your disposal, Yoongi letting you use and abuse him as he folded his arm behind his. He pushed your body back until you were nearly laying flat, your legs wide open, Yoongi’s eyes trained on the way your pussy swallowed his cock, your juices dripping down your thigh to further stain the jeans shoved around his legs.

“I’m not gonna last long,” you muttered, “I’m too horny.”

“Shh..” Yoongi cooed, rubbing your thigh gently, “Play with yourself for me?”

You obliged, reaching a hand down your body to tweak your clit between your fingers, getting closer and closer to your orgasm with every flick. A hand snaked its way over your own until you felt Yoongi’s fingers guiding your own and he was pinching your clit using your fingers. “Do it how I would.”

“Yoongi!” You cried out, feeling him scrape that special place in your pussy with, the one only he knew how to maneuver, with a single thrust, “I’m close!”

“Are you gonna squirt for me?” He asked, his words laced with an enthusiasm you barely ever heard from him.

“I-I think so,” you nodded numbly.

“Go ahead for me. I love it when you squirt, you know that?” He murmured, tugging you closer so he could place kisses on your sticky throat, “God it makes me so fucking hard thinking about how I’m the only one who can get that from you, you know? I love how messy you are and how wet you make my cock. It’s all mine, every last drop of you belongs to me-”

The combination of his words and his hold on your throat was nearly too much and before you knew what was happening, shudders wracked your body, your pussy swelling until the familiar pressure on your urethra increased. You cried out in loss when you felt yourself being tugged off of Yoongi’s cock.

“I want you to cum on me.” He groaned and as if on cue your orgasm followed his words, flooding you with a pleasure so intense you were positively sure Yoongi had ruined you. You heard the familiar sound of slick flesh as Yoongi positioned you over his abdomen so your release could drop down his stomach in the most erotic way possible. You groaned at the wet slap your pussy made against his abdomen, still in utter disbelief that your orgasm had lasted this long.

“Jesus, are you still cumming?” He muttered, pulling back onto his lap, your lips separating so he could feel the quivers from your pussy. Yoongi guided you, making you slide yourself up and down his dick until he felt the familiar sensation tingling its way up his spine.

“Fuck. Gonna cum. Open.” He muttered, before haphazardly shoving inside of you. It only took him three or four thrust before earning a gasp from you as his hot cum splashed your inner walls. “God damn your pussy feels like heaven. I swear to Christ.”

You both laid there for a moment, unable to speak, much less make use of your limbs long enough to clean up. You sighed contentedly against his naked chest, drumming your fingers happily.

“Is the baby happy now that she got what she wanted?” He mocked.

You lifted your head to shoot him a grin, “Yes.”

He rolled his eyes at you, tapping your butt for you to get off of him, “Up. I have work to do now.”


“Harry?”, you could hear the hint of panic in your own voice.

You scrambled to grab your phone off the coffee table and turned on the built-in flashlight. The darkness lit up, glinting eerily off the every shiny surface around the room.

Then there was a sound, a rustling and a creaking. You bit your lip, trying your hardest to stay calm, but the light dancing around the room told you that your hand was shaking.

The floorboards creaked and in the next moment another bright light came into the room. You gave a little shriek.

“Geez, babe, calm down! It’s just me.”, Harry’s voice came from behind the light.

As he lowered his phone, you could see him more clearly. He was wearing a black sweater and grey jogging pants. He looked super comfy and totally relaxed.

“I’m sorry, but the lights flickered weirdly and then went out and I just panicked.”, you told him, sinking back down onto the couch.

Harry smiled and came over. He sat next to you, put an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side.

“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ll protect you.”

And even though you had never felt like you needed protection, his words calmed you down.

You sighed. “So what now?”

“Well, first of all, to save phone battery, amongst other things, I think we should light some candles.”

You grinned. If there was one thing Harry loved more than you it was probably candles. He was obsessed. So it was no wonder that there was a drawer full of them in the sideboard by the window. Harry got some out and started setting them up around the room. You followed with a lighter. In a matter of seconds your living room was lit up by an orange flickering light. It was lovely. Though you had to crack a window in fear of suffocating.

When you sat back down on the couch, you smiled, looking around the room.

“It’s kinda romantic.”, you said.

Harry’s smile was brilliant.

“Yeah, it is.”

And he leaned down to press his lips softly to yours. Enjoying the moment, you twisted your hands into his hair and deepened the kiss. He hadn’t been home long and you two hadn’t gotten as much alone time as you’d hoped. So this was actually nice and seemingly a stroke of fate. If the power hadn’t gone out, Harry would currently be on a Skype call with his manager in LA.

His fingers trailed down your back as he carefully laid you down on the couch. His lips ghosted across your jawline, sending little sparks of electricity through your body. The irony wasn’t lost on you. Heat rose beneath your skin. You had been together for a while, so it always surprised you that things still felt like the first time. You clawed at him to get him closer, needing his skin on yours, giving you that pleasant feeling of every single nerve end in your body standing on edge, sparking whenever skin touched skin. He moaned against your collarbone, making his way down your body. Every kiss licked at your skin like a flame. His touch, his smell, his everything consumed your mind. All you could see was Harry. Green eyes looking up at you. The flickering light was throwing strange shadows across his pupils, making him look like a predator hypnotizing his prey into a false sense of security before pouncing. He stopped for a moment, just to look at you, checking if you were enjoying this, if there was any trace of fear left in you. There wasn’t. The moment his lips touched your bare stomach, your head tilted back and you gave a low groan. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, locking him in. So he came back up, kissing your mouth, blowing on the embers that were sizzling beneath your skin.

“I think I’m starting to enjoy this blackout.”, you muttered against his neck.

Harry laughed throatily, his mouth right by your ear. The sound shook you to the bone.

Both of your clothes were on the floor. Every inch of your skin was covered by him, at least that’s what it felt like. Harry was everywhere and still it wasn’t enough. Your nails dug into his skin, making him moan loudly, as you two moved together. The city might have been dark at that moment, but your world was aflame. Stars exploded behind your eyes like fireworks. You and Harry were turning into a Supernova, ready to destroy everything around you in a fiery storm.

You were half aware that you were screaming his name and a tiny voice, way in the back of your head, mocked you for it - like he didn’t know his name - but you didn’t care. There was a thumping and the sound of waves in your ears and your eyes were filled with brown swirls on green fields, flecked with gold burst and thousands of raspberries. Harry had turned into the masterful piece of art he already was.

Slowly your heart rate went down, the waves in your ears ebbed out and your vision became clearer again. Harry was lying on your chest, breathing hard, brown hair sticking to his temples, eyes closed with long lashes laying softly against his cheeks. The candle light made him look like a Roman cherub, perfectly sculpted out of a smooth slap of marble. You caressed his cheek. His eyes flew open, brilliant green orbs looking up at you.

And in that moment the lights came back on, way too bright, stinging your eyes. You flinched, turning your head into the cushions.

Harry chuckled. “Aaaand… back to reality.”

You smiled down at him. “Yeah, that was a nice moment though. In the dark. It feels like we stole it, like it was just ours.”, you bent down, catching his lips in a soft kiss, “Our little secret.”

Of course, a few months later that secret wasn’t so secret anymore…but that’s a different story.

anonymous asked:

hc for kuroo, terushima, tsukishima, & iwaizumi w/ a tiny & cute girlfriend who has a fierce side and is a fuckin bOSS at self defense like if anyone bothers them, she steps in front of them and goes from the sweetest looking bunny to the most intimidating person on earth and she will fUCK ANYONE WHO BOTHERS THEM UP

LOL, I love this so much, Anon! I think it’s so freaking adorable and all of these boys would just freaking LOVE having a girl like this!

Hope you enjoy!

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • Lol, I can see something like this happening for the first time in their relationship and she’s not taking any shit as she steps up with his arms crossed over her chest and Kuroo’s all “babe, I got this” right before she throws down and takes the dude to the ground in a single blow.
    • Um, SHOOK. But also, like, that was totally the hottest things he’s ever seen and, god damn, that’s his girlfriend and holy fuck he’s never felt so turned on in his life.
  • But he’s totally impressed, like, he knew she did self defense, but that seemed like it was on a completely different level. Doesn’t matter though, all he want to do is get her home so she can demonstrate all those badass moves on him!
    • Legit, boy would probably get too excited about that and then end up getting hurt because he tensed the wrong way in the middle of something.

Terushima Yuuji

  • Duuuudes, Terushima probably fell victim to her awesome moves when they first met! Like, he was trying to get her number or something coming off rather strongly and probably stepped a little closer than he really should’ve and then BAM! He’s staring up at the ceiling with stars behind his eyes!
    • Then she shows up in his vision - still flat on his back - and he thinks an angel has showed up in his life because she is by far the most extraordinary person he’s ever met.
  • Guarantee he ends up in that same position several more times before she gets anywhere close to agreeing to go out with him. His persistence can be quite endearing if he goes about it the right way.
  • And when someone actually starts to mess with them, this boy wouldn’t even bat an eye when she steps forward with that Look on her face. He’d just be like “dude, ya sure you wanna keep going down this path?” He’d totally reward her with kisses and cuddles afterward too!

Tsukishima Kei

  • Seriously? I feel like this kid would provoke anyone because he KNOWS that she can take them down. So when they’ve finally had enough of his shit, they’re making a go at him and the next thing they know they’re arm is being twisted behind their back and they’re on their knees.
    • This little shit would just smirk with his hands in his pockets and just be all “oh yeah, and have you met my girlfriend?” He’d be all smug that he had the upper hand even though he didn’t do anything except start shit!
    • LOL, the dude is still probably trapped there on the ground as Tsuki strolls up to give her kisses as thanks! Random dude is NOT amused.
  • As much as she loves this tol bean, no doubt that he’s been the victim to her defensive moves. Maybe his teasing goes a little too far and before he knows it, his vision goes dark because she pressing into a pressure point at just the right spot. Apologies are instant, followed by pouting.

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • These two probably took the self defense class together, that’s how they met and got to know each other. They were partners through the course and kept seeing each other afterwards, so he’s had firsthand experience at just how good she is.
  • So it really is no surprise that she goes to take on whoever is bugging them head on. Like, both Iwa and this random dude have amused expressions on their faces, but for OBVIOUSLY different reasons: the random guys thinks it’s just adorable this little girl wants to fight whereas Iwaizumi KNOWS that she can kick his ass.
    • Iwaizumi probably stands over the dude after he’s been taken to the ground and is like “I probably should’ve warned you but I didn’t feel like it” before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and taking her out for ice cream!
  • I’m sure when a bunch of them all went out together, Oikawa kept pestering her to show him her moves! And Iwa keeps being like “you’re stupid, Shittykawa, let it go” but then she agrees and Makki films it and posts it on social media and it’s the funniest day of their lives (except Oikawa’s, lol).

◦ pairing: reader x namjoon

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.3k

◦ a/n: I felt like I was slacking on the Joonie smut so here’s some to make up for it :D Also I suck at titles sorry lol

m a s t e r l i s t

Your hair clung annoyingly to your forehead as your hands scrambled frantically to find something –anything– to hold on to. The cold metal handle of the shower door was the only thing it found amidst your shallow, shaky breaths. His lips were soft, and slick under the running water. Namjoon’s hands stroked up and down your body, swiping bubbled layers of soapy water over you. The bar of soap pressed against your flesh, its subtle scent breathing through the plumes of steam growing in the shower. You could see the faint reflection of yourselves in the mirror through the thick coat of steam on the glass, and it was so fucking hot. His tall body stood behind yours, his long fingers lost in your cunt. He sighed with content and he brushed his thumb lightly over your already sensitive clit. “God, I love you so much,” he grunted, placing a kiss at the nape of your neck.

After spending over a year together, you had learned that the best way to some amazing sex was some highly provocative pictures while he was already sweaty at dance practice and a little audio recording right as he was on his way home. The result was always some exciting and very long-lasting sex trip through the rooms of your house. Needless to say, it never failed.

His lips travelled along your shoulder, leaving soft kisses as his hand grazed up and down your thigh. He was tracing your hip bones softly with the soap before he dropped it suddenly to the hard shower floor and slammed straight into you. “Namjoon, fuck!” You screamed out, the echo reverberating against the white porcelain and glass of the shower. “Shit, yes, yes, yes,” you sobbed, your chest trembling with the glorious sensation of his cock hitting your insides. It wasn’t the first time tonight.

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Shooting Stars

F!Reader -x- Prompto (NSFW)
Word Count: 1,694

To all my babes toiling away in Prompto Hell with this release which I won’t be able to play until later tonight. *blows a kiss at the sky

Some part of you realizes that it would be in your best interest to hold your hand over Prompto’s mouth. It’s late and quiet in that way only a desert night can offer and you’re sure his voice is carrying to where your friends lie asleep in the tent mere yards away. 

Gods, if any of them were to catch you fucking in the backseat of Regalia….you find you’d much rather throw yourself into a den of ravenous coeurls than face a single member of your traveling party in such a position. But there’s something about the way your name breaks on his lips that’s got you hooked— you need more of it, echoing through the space between your ears lit ablaze with his taste, his touch. You need more of him, so you don’t cover his mouth. You tighten your legs around his waist, throw your head back as you arch into him and—

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