face and chest both all flushed

Castle Cupid

(Also posted on AO3)

“What the fuck?!” Potter threw up his hands and then promptly jammed them in his hair. He stopped his pacing and stared at the archway where a door had been about… -Draco idly cast a tempus- an hour ago. Apparently, Potter had been driven to distraction simply by the idea of sharing a space with him and was flirting with a level of mania that made Draco quite uncomfortable.

Draco laced his hands together in his lap, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them the other way. He was expecting Potter to start throwing spells again if he kept to the pattern he had established so far. Hopefully, he would cast something that would rebound and turn him into something quiet, like a rabbit.

Potter spun toward him though, “Why aren’t you upset!” he snapped.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “It seems to me you’re doing a good enough job for the both of us.”

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Heart on the Line (part 6)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1114

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Triplicity (M)

Originally posted by etherealkt

=> Yoonseok x Reader Poly!AU

Summary: Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.

Words: 11,191

a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Voice thick with irritation, spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.

You weren’t exactly sure how you managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which hadn’t been very much to begin with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.03


Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut plot!

Word Count: 7,380

~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡ 

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    “Was he big?”

I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

  “Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

   “I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

   “Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks. 

   “Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

    “You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready.  Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

   “Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

   “Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

   “Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.


    “Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others. 

    “He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’. 

    “My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

    “So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

     “My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

    “Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

    “It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

    “I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

     “Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

    “Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

    “Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

    “What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

    “Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone.
I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

    “So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

     “He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

    “We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

    “I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

    “Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

    “It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

     “I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

    “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

     “I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

     “Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

    “Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

    “It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

    “Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

    “Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

    “Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

    “Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment.  His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

    “Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake.
“You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

    “No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him.  He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

   “We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

    “No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.”
I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window.
I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

     “Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

   “Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

    “Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable.
I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure.  
I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

   “Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way.
He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle,  glancing my way under his dark lashes. 

    “All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

    “You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

    “Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

    “Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

    “What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

    “Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

    “No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

    “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

    “All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind  Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

     “Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

    “Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

    “There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

    “Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance.
He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

    “So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

    “Ah! Fuck…”  I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

    “So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on.
I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

    “That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

    “Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

    “I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt.
My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

    “Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

    “Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

    “Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it.
I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

   “Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.

After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

   “Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

   “Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

    “I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

    “For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

   “What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

    “Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

    “Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

    “Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom.
I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

    “Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

  “I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

   “Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

   “How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

   “I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

    “Night, Jungkook.”

Daddy’s Little Girl - Part 3

Title: Daddy’s Little Girl - Part 3

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You used to be a nude cam model. Negan was your favorite customer. What are the chances that you’d see him again now that the dead’s taken over the world?

Warnings: NSFW, pure smut, smut, daddy kink, smut, more smut

Note: A little something before I go out of town for the next days! Kinda rushed but I really wanted to get this up before I leave tomorrow night. Sorry if it’s messy and all over the place but I hope you guys will enjoy this omg. Let me know your thoughts! This is the last part btw. :)


“Daddy wants his little girl to sit on his face.”

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ab-normality  asked:

songbird + secret relationship/friends to lovers (thank you!)

Fools Like Me by Lisa Loeb

I see your two tropes and raise you a third. So have this friends to lovers/secret relationship/fake relationship fic. I ended up working on this a few days in a row because it was being difficult and begged to be longer than a short exercise. Thanks to @high-seas-swan​ for getting me writing last night and finishing this. 

T | 2k 

When the hostess asked how many in their party Elsa held up three fingers and gave Killian a smirk that made him nervous. She meant well but had an annoying habit of trying to set him up. He could have told her he wasn’t ready to move on from Milah which wasn’t exactly true, he could have told her his heart was engaged elsewhere but that was a little too true, instead, he avoided and made excuses. But she seemed to have found a way around that strategy.

“Love, who is joining us this afternoon?” He asked as they were escorted to their seats.


“Swan? Why did you invite her?” Killian tried to keep his voice level but he couldn’t help the flutter of excitement. Had Elsa managed to match him with the only woman he cared to be with? Quickly he reined in the thought, Emma was just one of their friends and Elsa had likely invited her as a friend.  

As they sat Elsa gave him a chiding look. “Killian, I know. Emma told me.”

He prided himself on his quick mind and ability to understand people and situations, it was one of the reasons he was a good lawyer, but he was struggling to wrap his mind around what Elsa was talking about.

“Told you what, exactly?”

“She told me about, you know.” Elsa smiled and then leaned forward to whisper. “That you two are dating.”

Killian’s mouth dropped open and his mind scrambled to make sense of a word that, up until that moment, had seemed so common. Him and Swan, dating? It was something he had wanted, had thought about more times than he could count, had assumed wasn’t possible because she saw him only as a friend–not boyfriend material as she had once said. It was something he had put far from his mind as he focused on being the kind of steady friend that she needed but now…

“Dating? She told you that?”

“Don’t look so surprised. She is my best friend, she was bound to tell me eventually. And don’t get mad at her either I kind of forced the issue by springing a blind date on her.”

Suddenly Killian understood exactly what had happened. Emma, not wanting to go on a date but not wanting to say why, had reached for an excuse that Elsa couldn’t push away. And since he spent so much time with Emma Elsa hadn’t thought to question it, she had probably squealed in delight at the idea of her two friends getting together. But why hadn’t Emma warned him, told him she was using him to get out of the clutches of well-meaning matchmakers?  

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one in a million

Originally posted by foreveryoongz

Lucky or not, if I was destined to be with you, I won’t let rain or shine tear me a way from you.

pairing: yoongi x reader
words: 4.7k
genre: fluff, small touch of angst
summary: you think its fate that you end up stumbling into his life, even if they were in particularly unfavourable circumstances, but you would like to think that being under the umbrella on rainy days with your crush is a cliche way of falling in love
a/n: okay wot the flying fresh hell this is a month late scenario gift for my bubble tea babe, my partner in crime, my hoe from another home @yoongsigh​ SORRY BAE this is like my 323701737th draft and i hate it but NO WORRIES a jungkook one will be dedicated to you ;) btw patp pt.6 will be coming soon my loves

The first time you saw him was behind the thick veils of rain, an iridescent glow of ivory skin and mysterious coffee eyes underneath a curtain of blonde hair. The blurry rainy scene in front of you was now shifted to the stranger next to you, standing in all his glory with the shelter of a deep midnight blue umbrella hovering above both your heads. The sudden warmth that radiated from him startled you, as you stared at him, baffled and confused but relieved that you were finally not drenching in the heavy rain. A pregnant silent took residence between the two of you, accompanied by the drumming pitter pattering of rain against the umbrella and the distant cacophony of horns whizzing past by the both of you.

But the cold damp soles of your shoe and the chilling slap of wet clothes against your skin didn’t matter. Your gaze and mind was transfixed in front of this stranger. That is all.

It was as if time slowed down, the gloomy thoughts that clouded your mind dissipated and cold stone heart now melted under his piercing warm gaze. It could have been an eternity, it could have been goddamn eons or maybe you were just exaggerating but somehow, this stranger was able to take your breath away within a matter of seconds.

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bane-magnus  asked:

Sterek prompt #10 omg <333

i’m so sorry this is so late but like i couldn’t stop smiling as i wrote it! thanks for sending it babe! 

“Okay, so you go in with Archie and smooth talk the lady at the counter. Throw some heart eyes around—and for fuck’s sake, smile—while you’re there. Her heart will go aflutter and we’ll have the mission in the bag. Got it?”

Derek scowled, quickly hissing back, “I’m not using my sister’s kid—my nephew—as a way to bribe the lady at the cash to give us free cupcakes!” As if on cue, Archie gurgled from his carseat, waving his stuffed wolf around.

“Oh, stop acting like such a sweet, innocent summer child,” Stiles retorted. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids. And you”—he gestured wildly at all of Derek—“fit!”

Derek sighed. For some odd reason, he actually thought that Stiles wouldn’t have an ulterior motive going on a date while Derek babysat Archie. To be completely fair, his sister probably had been in on it. Laura loved any pastry that churns out from Annie’s and so did Stiles.

If anyone asked Derek’s opinion on it, he would say that those cupcakes were to die for. But no one asked and so, he refused to answer.

“I can’t believe that we’re going through all this trouble for cupcakes,” he grumbled.

Stiles flicked his cheek. “Archie’s doing all the work. You’re just standing there looking hot and scrumptious as usual.”

Derek rolled his eyes, fixing a sly smile at the end. “Scrumptious, huh?”

A soft blush began to appear on Stiles’ face. He leaned forward, bringing his lips close to Derek’s until they were brushing and whispered, “Oh, you know it.”

Derek could feel Stiles smile, a ghost of a movement so close, and surged forward to press their lips together, hands cupping Stiles’ face and noses pressing together until he tilted his head slightly. Stiles reacted almost immediately, rushing to grip Derek’s hair and pulling him against Stiles’ body. He pressed forward, chasing the sweet taste of what was irrevocably Stiles, gasping into Stiles’ mouth when he felt like he was running out of air, before quickly moving away.

They looked at each other for a bit. Chests rose up and down as they both remained entranced with one another. And then all too quickly, Archie began to babble, his stuffed wolf becoming the subject of Archie’s inconsistent flailing. Startled, they both looked away, small smiles gracing their faces.

“You think you’re all that,” Stiles mumbled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, as he leaned against his jeep. He kept his eyes loosely fixed on Derek’s form. 

Derek winked as he moved to remove Archie from his seat, quickly propping him up in his arms. Blowing a quick raspberry onto Archie’s cheek, he turned around and headed towards the bakery.

A few feet away from the entrance to the bakery, he called back, “Hey, the Stiles loves a guy who’s good with kids.”

Stiles couldn’t hold back the massive grin breaking out on his face. Stiles really did love a guy who was good with kids when the guy was Derek Hale, of course.

send me one of these prompts, please!!! <3


A/N: WHELP. I thought today would be a perfect day to sit down and write a 4500 work smut in 5 hours…yep. Totally. And this smut is dedicated to @bxngtxnfluffandotherstuff whether she likes it or not <3

Anyway! Let’s get into it~ ;p

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (V x Reader)

Genre: Smutty smut

Words: 4,591

Your job is a bit…strange, you’ll admit. Most people don’t spend their days in a typically empty shop, bored out of their mind and having to resort to vibrator races on the glass counter to keep themselves entertained. Yes, working at a sex shop is pretty boring some days—but at least you get an employee discount on toys! Fuck yes—totally worth the boredom—especially when you’re in the shop alone and there are sex toys…all…around you. Whelp! Usually you just throw a 20 near the register and pick a new baby to play with.

The other perk about working at a sex shop, is that when it’s dead busy on the weekdays, you can tell your good friend to come hang out with you, and since you’re the only one on shift, no one will care!


“Anything new in?” A deep voice rings out, the bell on the front door ringing. You look over your shoulder at the blond who has just walked in, book bag slung over his shoulder. He drops it behind the counter like usual, and then moves over to where you’re knelt on the floor, a small box-cutter in your hand as you slice open the tape on the giant brown box in front of you.

“Yeah, this came in today. Not sure what’s in it though.”

“Well we’ll find out, won’t we?” the male grins, leaning on the table beside where your standing. In the process, he knocks a pussy pocket off the surface and immediately bends down to pick it up, staring at the toy with a hint of judgement in his eyes, lips pressing into a flat line. You roll your eyes at him, continuing to tug at the tape on the box.

“How was class, Taehyung?”

“Ughhhhhh~,” he groans, failing his arms around. You laugh.

“So boring! My eyes kept rolling back into my head!”

“Poor baby,” you say, hand reaching over to pat his thigh. The half-sympathetic gesture has him rolling his eyes at you, lips tugging into a fond smirk.

“That’s right. I’m a poor baby—which means that noona should take care of me~,” he sing-songs in a teasing manner, moving behind to you hug you from behind. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, fingers purposefully resting against the tops of your breasts. This time it’s your turn to roll your eyes at him.

“I’m literally not even a year older than you.”

You feel Taehyung shrug. “I just think you have a noona kink and don’t want me to say it, or you’ll suddenly want me to fuck you.”

“You’re asking for a spanking,” you tell him, suddenly thrusting your ass backwards. Taehyung gasps, falling away with a little bit of a pained grunt, and you instantly look back at him with an apologetic stare. He’s lying on the floor beside you, hands lightly cupping his junk.

“I mean…you kinda deserve it.”

“Bite me,” he groans, and you roll your eyes, lips spreading into a grin as you go back to your work.

“I’m still on shift, babe.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you,” Taehyung responds with a laugh, and you can’t help but agree. Taehyung knows what you do here when you’re alone—you two are close enough for him to know. Also, Taehyung thinks it’s entirely fascinating that you are so open about sex and toys and masturbation and everything. Apparently he’d never met such an open girl, and that’s one of the factors that had contributed to your speedily formed friendship a few months ago.

“Open the box already!” Taehyung says in excitement when he realizes that you’ve finally managed to undo all the tape. Like a child on Christmas, he reaches forward and grabs it, shaking it a little, and his eyes widen slightly when he realizes how light it is.

“There’s no way these are toys,” he says, plopping back down, lip pouted in disappoint that you’re tempted to laugh at. For as bubbly as Taehyung is most days, his recent infatuation with toys and his curiosity with them highly amuses you.

“Actually, I think they’re clothes,” you tell him, pulling open the cardboard folds and tugging the small amount of packing paper out of the way. Just like you thought, inside the box is an array of messy lingerie, and you sigh, knowing that you’ll need to either fold or hang up every outfit in the box.

“Damn,” Taehyung says at catching an eyeful of the clothing, hands digging into the box to grab one of the delicate pieces. It’s a red monstrosity with too many tiny straps going every which way, and he frowns at it.

“I’ve never understood why girls like these. Isn’t being naked better? Like why bother with the hassle?”

“Well, for one,” you say, grabbing another piece of clothing from the box. You press to your feet and hold it up in front of you, Taehyung’s eyes focusing on the sheer, see-through baby doll. “Girls like wearing them sometimes. Because it makes us feel good about ourselves. And secondly—some guys think girls look hella sexy in them and don’t care about the hassle of taking it off of them. Girls too. Girls think girls are hot in them too. Oh! Or you can just buy a crotch-less one and that will take care all of the hassle,” you add in, winking at him and laughing when you see his awed face.

“I’m learning so much,” he whispers in excitement, scooting closer to the box and digging inside of it. He pulls out piece after piece, frowning at some and eyes widening at others. You watch him through the corner of your eyes, occupied with attempting to fold some of the clothing in a neat manor. Then, after a good 5 minutes, all of the sudden Taehyung stops, holding up piece of lingerie with a contemplative look on this face.

“Noona,” he calls, catching your attention.

“What?” you ask, turning to face him, your eyes sliding down to the ruffled, white teddy that’s in his hands. Even though the piece isn’t properly hung or on a mannequin, you can see that it’s both crotch-less and chest-less, holes in the fabric where a woman’s breasts would typically fall.

Taehyung’s eyes shift up to meet yours, his head cocking to the side innocently. “Try this on for me?”

The unexpected notion has you flushing red immediately, face warming up.

“I’m sorry??”

“Try it on!” He suggests with a slightly dirty smile, pushing to his feet and holding the item towards you. “You keep saying that girls like them and that they look good, and I don’t like most of them, but I think this one is cute, so you should try it on for me! That way I can see what all the hype is about!”

“You’re fucking crazy,” you tell him, palm reaching out to smack against his chest. However, Taehyung’s hand quickly moves to hold you there against him, the flat plain of his pectoral laid out under the warmth of your palm. Surprised and frazzled by the shift in his attitude, you meet his stare once again, lips parting in slight surprise when you see that rather than his innocent pleading attitude you’d witnessed the moment before, his eyes have now darkened with a hint of seriousness.

“C’mon, you can trust me,” he says, free hand extending the outfit towards you, and with a loud huff you snatch it from him. Immediately Taehyung smiles pleasantly, and you scowl at him, tempted to pout. You’re sure he call tell that you’re blushing like you’ve never blushed before—the idea of him asking you to try on something so revealing immediately short circuiting your mind.

“…are you serious?” you ask again, just to make sure, and Taehyung nods.


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Cal Calore aesthetic

“Then to the surprise and delight of more than a few people, he pulls his shirt clean off and tosses it to the side. Better food and hard training have made us both more muscular, but where I am lean and agile, smoothly curved, he is all hard angles and cut lines of definition. I’ve seen him undressed many times and still it gives me pause, sending a flush from my cheeks all the way down to my toes.”

“’Trying to distract me?’ I pretend to shrug it off, ignoring the heat all over my face. He cocks his head to the side, a picture of innocence. He even clasps his hand to his chest, forcing a false gasp as if to say Who, me?

Just another Huddling For Warmth Because Of Totally Plausible Yet Unexplained Plot Reasons fic. You know the drill. Bellamy and Clarke fell in the river during winter. They had to get naked and cuddle in the bunker or else they’d die. It’s science. 

“Hurry up,” Bellamy called from the cot. “I’m freezing over here.” 

“I don’t even understand how you got undressed so quickly,” Clarke grumbled and stepped out of her sopping wet pants. 

“Practise,” Bellamy said. “I do it every day.” 

“Funny,” Clarke shot him a look and wriggled out of her sweater.

“I wonder if we already have hypothermia,” she said and paused next to the cot. “Maybe this counts as paradoxical undressing.”  

Bellamy snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Quit stalling, just come on already,” he held his arms out.

Clarke huffed and dropped herself into his lap, scooting backwards until her back was flush with his chest. She drew her legs up and hugged her knees.

“Better?” she asked.

“Barely,” Bellamy grunted. “Your hair’s all in my face,” he complained and pushed her damp hair off her neck.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, her hands coming up to weave her hair into a side braid.

“S’okay,” he sighed and he swept the remaining loose strands to the side.  The callused pads of his fingers were gentle against her skin. She shivered.

“Here,” he leaned forward and pulled the ragged blanket over them both.

“Better?” he asked.

“Barely,” Clarke echoed him. The blanket was so cold it almost felt damp.

She felt the rise and fall of his chest against her back in what had to be another world weary sigh. She grinned and was about to tease him for it when he circled his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

She froze for a split second before letting her hands come up to brace against his forearms. For a moment, they were quiet.

“So what now?” Bellamy’s voice rumbled next to her ear.

Clarke shrugged, the movement awkward under the weight of his arms.

“I guess we wait.”

He grunted his assent and dropped his head, his lips brushing her shoulder.

“Is fatigue a symptom of hypothermia?” he asked, his breaths already coming heavy and slow.

“Well, yes,” Clarke said. “But its also a symptom of swimming against the current in a half-frozen river.”

“Hmph,” Bellamy said. His eyes drifted shut and his thumb rubbed absent-minded circles against her hip. “So is it okay if we take a nap or is that giving in to the hypothermia?”

“Giving in?” Clarke asked, bemused. “You can’t just will your way out of hypothermia,” she said.

“I’m not a doctor, Clarke.”

“No one would mistake you for a doctor, Bellamy.”

“Rude,” he mumbled.

She could feel his smile against her shoulder.

“Okay, come on,” he shifted her out of his lap and laid down on his side before tugging her down with him.

“You’re serious about this nap?” Clarke asked.

“Well, yeah,” he banded an arm around her waist. “What else are we going to do?”

He hitched a leg over Clarke’s and pinned the blanket down around them. Clarke breathed in sharply and Bellamy’s arm stiffened around her.

“Sorry,” he muttered and pulled his leg back. “Too far?”

Clarke rolled over to face him.

“No,” she placed a tentative hand on his chest. “It’s just…been a while,” she explained.  His arm relaxed around her waist and Bellamy rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, ducking down a little to meet her eyes. She nodded and closed her eyes while curling a hand over his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” Clarke said. “Just don’t- Don’t go anywhere, okay?” Her piercing blue eyes blinked open again to search his face.

He swallowed hard and nodded once before averting his gaze.

“I won’t,” he said. “I’m here. I’m always here,” he said huskily. “But you-“

Clarke squeezed her eyes shut and dug her fingers into his shoulder.

“You don’t go anywhere either, okay?”

She sighed in relief and pressed her face into the crook of his neck.

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Okay,” he breathed back.  

BTS Reacting To Your Nervous Tics

~A repost because I posted it to my main blog instead of my side blog and I am an idiot because this took and hour to make and somehow I lost the ask. Sorry anon.~

Originally posted by jjilljj

Seokjin - Seokjin would notice that you were clinging close to the pillow set on your couch. he would frown lightly before snagging the nearest figurine off the shelf in his room. “Aigoo… Jagi could you help me find my new figurine..?” And then ensues a scavenger hunt for the figurine that was hiding in Jin’s pocket. “I found it Jagi. Sorry to have you look all over. It must have fell..” He would then pull you close and press you lightly to his chest before humming gently and kissing your head. Jin is subtle in his ways to make you forget your troubles. 

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Yoongi - Yoongi would see you sitting across the room where you both were working. You seemed to grow tense and wouldn’t stop clicking the pen between your fingers. He could see the flush of red crossing your face, so he closed his laptop and walked over to you, closing yours as well. “Let’s take a walk jagi. I need to stretch my legs.” It wasn’t a total lie, even though he knew you needed it more than he did. He could see the thunder cloud looming over your head and he wanted to prevent it from becoming a tornado of panic. So you walked hand in hand down the silent streets as he caressed his thumb across the back of your hand. Before you return home, he pulls you close and kisses your forehead. Simple gestures were Yoongi’s way of making you calm.

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

Hoseok - Even though Hoseok seems so carefree and happy all the time, he was totally in tune with how you were feeling. He could sense when your anxiety was peaking. So Hoseok being the absolute ray of sunshine he was, would make up something to make you excited. “JAGI! OH MY GOD!” “What Hobi?” “There’s something bigger than the sun!” “Wait what could be bigger than the sun?” “My love for you Jagi!” “Aish Hobi…” He would reach over and brush his hand through your hair with a bright smile on his face before whispering “I love you.” Hobi had a way of making you smile when it seemed impossible moments before. 

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Nmajoon - The moment your anxiety hit and you started to twirl your hair he was completely aware. He knew what he had to do. He had to say something to you. It had to be good enough to take your mind completely by storm. “I never noticed how strong you truly are Jagi.” “What?” “You really are. To have a fight every single day and still smile somehow. Wah, you are my hero.” You were taken by surprise. Namjoon was so full of weird things like that. They took you by absolute suprise each time he spoke. Yet somehow it never ceased to make your eyes water and a brilliant smile spread across your face. He was always honest. His way with words was his way to make you feel calm. 

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Jimin - Jimin would be right there as you started to fall apart. He was usually on top of when you seem to fidget with your fingers. That was his sign for you being on the brink of losing yourself. But he just smiled softly and laced his fingers with yours. He would pull a large sweater from the closet and slip over your head. He would then pull back the covers and let you slide into the bed before sliding in behind you and wrapping himself around you and burying the both of you in your blankets. You needed a break from everything and he needed to let you know that he would be there to help you. Even if you needed hours of his time to soothe your aching mind. 

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Taehyung - He wasn’t so adept with noticing how you seemed to pace around when you were anxious. He was only highly aware when the tears started to flow and your breathing hitched and seemed to speed up. So he took his spot next to you. Making sure to not touch you unless you reached for him and he began his remedy for your panic attacks. “Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life, too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.” Your breathing would slow and soon Taehyung was holding you close. “Ahh Jagi… You’re okay. Don’t let anyone tell you different.” 

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Jungkook - Like Taehyung he isn’t as good as his hyungs are at picking up on the signs of your anxiety. Especially when you’re mid panic attacks and he only notices because you’re hunched over trying to catch your breath as the worled seems to be closing in. He walks calmly to you and wraps his arms around you as he rocks you back and forth. “I’ll count to ten Jagi. Deep breaths okay? Just focus on your breaths.” After what would feel like ages you were still clutching him, but you had calmed down from your panic attack. He would kiss your head and rub your back gently. Jungkookie just knew, without being told how, what made you feel better. 

A/N: This is more helping you deal with an anxiety attack but I think it fits. I hope you like it anon. And all of you guys have a person to come to when things get hard. I’ll always be here. Xxoo <3<3<3<3

p.s. Taehyung’s got me almost crying omfg.

Enjoying The Show

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Ruby

Word Count: 2260

Warnings: Very NSFW, Threesome, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving) Female on female oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, minor voyeurism, 

Prompt: The reader accidentally walks in on Sam and Ruby, and while Sam doesn’t notice, Ruby does and confronts her about it. The three later enjoy a night with each other.

A/N: I’ve never written a threesome before and this is only the fourth smut piece I’ve written. I’m tagging my forevers and sam girls in this, but you don’t have to read! I will not be mad if you skip over this one.

Beta’d by the lovely @impala-dreamer

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Leaving You

Requested by anon ♥

→ Reader x Chanyeol

→ College AU; in which the thought of you leaving him, deeply scares Chanyeol.

Word count: 1K

With a sudden and deep inhale, his eyes pop open - only to be met with the dark room of his dorm. His breath is shallow, as if he had just ran a mile, and his whole body is covered in a layer of sweat. A cold layer of sweat. 

Chanyeol swings his upper body over his bed, his long arms reaching for the small, sleek device resting upon his nightstand. He fumbles with the phone, finally unlocking it after several failed attempts. Calming his still racing heart, he types up a short message to you; a short question if you were awake as well. 

Your reply comes quickly, and only when Chanyeol again unlocks again his smartphone to see your message, does he realize just how late it was; three in the morning. And you were awake. 

“Yeah, I’m awake babe. What’s up?” 

Chanyeol chuckles, still quite breathless. “Ah, this girl really works too hard.” 

“It’s nothing. Go to bed baby, it’s super super late.” Read 03.21 

“Yes, I know.. But you go to bed first!” Sent 03.23 

“Okayy.. good night.” Read 03.24 

“Good night!” Sent 03.24 

“I’m breaking up with you, Chanyeol.”

His stomach dropped at your words. He could feel the cold breeze against his wide eyes, his wet wide eyes, as you tugged your hand out of his own hand with a glare. You turned quickly, walking hastily along the sidewalk and down the road, away from him.

“Y/N!” He so desperately called out for you, causing you turn for only a single second to serve him another cold glare. His feet moved suddenly, carrying his tall form over the grass, over the light stone of the sidewalk and after you. But suddenly you were gone and everything was black around him. The only thing to illuminate it all was a lonely streetlamp above him, casting a gloomy light over his hunched shoulders. He desperately needed to cry, to sob, but he couldn’t. For some reason he couldn’t.

“I’m leaving you, Chanyeol.”



Your giggles sounds throughout the crowded hallway as Chanyeol is dragged back into reality, the fading memories of his nightmare still stained in his mind. He turns quickly at the sound of your voice. Of your real voice.

And there you stand, smiling up at your boyfriend with your hands hanging comfortably on the straps of your backpack while you moved slowly, playfully away from him. “I’m leaving you Chanyeol, if you don’t wake up now.”

The words sting a little bit but he grins widely, hurrying over to you and tugging you into his chest, silencing any questionable huffs and keeping you snugly against his body. He sighs out contently, trying his hardest to just let the nightmare flow out of his brain. Although it wasn’t as easy as he had hoped. 


He only hums in response.

“We need to get to class.”

“But do we?” He pouts then, tightening his hold around your shoulders for a single second before letting his left hand slip down from your body. You absentmindedly snuggle closer his side as the two of you slowly make your way through the hallway. 

“You know we do, babe.” You glance up at him with furrowed eyebrows, only to notice your raven headed boyfriend’s sullen look and wavering eyes. His hold around your waist was tighter than usual, and he really did signal that he was up for your company - no lies; it was romantic and it really made your heart flutter, but- 

“Ah, sorry!” You called out to the third person the two of you bumped into during the last five minutes of hopelessly navigating through the crowd of students with two pairs of unsynchronized feet. 

-this was becoming slightly unbearable. 

“Chanyeol, babe, let me go.” He turns his head so quickly, his face scrunched up in pain as he groaned loudly. You giggled and he hissed, placing a hand on the back of his neck before reluctantly letting the last arm around you fall down from your shoulders, freeing you from his embrace. “Chanyeol, I’ll see you at the cafe, 1 o'clock as usual?” 

You smile up at him, skipping along and only pausing to receive a nod from your boyfriend before continuing down the hallway, trying to rush to class before it actually started.

“Chanyeol.” You huff, fiddling lightly with his calloused fingers that rested over your shoulder. Still, it was all nice; the way he protectively held you into his chest, his warm embrace and almost desperate smiles. But it was becoming too much; you wanted to shrug his arm off and confront him, but you let the heavy limb stay. 

Something was up, he wasn’t usually this clingy - and although he was a clingy, he wasn’t this clingy. Even Baekhyun, Sehun and the others had noticed the change in him, it all being so sudden and unexplained. 

Now, the two of you had reunited after the small incident earlier and had eaten your lunch at the cafe. Your stomach was comfortably full and the sweet taste of the new coffee you had tried still lingered on your tongue. Lingered. You know what else lingered? Chanyeol’s arm around you- ah, you sighed internally, I should say something

Your boyfriend looks down at you with the call of his name, grinning brightly down at you and tightening his arm around your shoulders when your eyes meet his dark ones. “Jagiya.” 

“What’s up?” You pout, giving his knuckles a peck. “You’re not this clingy usually.. It’s a bit..” You trail off, eyes traveling over the few heads of the nearby students passing by. “It’s a bit weird.” 

He sighs, nodding and casting his eyes down at his shoes. He then chuckles; “I had a nightmare, baby, last night.”  

You gasp. “Was that why you texted me?” 

He nods, smiling embarrassed of his antics and his silly nightmares, his silly fears. “I dreamt that you left me, and it honesty scared me. I though you actually had dumped me when I woke up. And I had to text you to make sure you were still with me.” 

You felt relief fill your chest at his explanation, exhaling with a light smile stretching your lips. “You make it sound so much worse than it is.” 

“But it was bad! I’m not ready to lose you-” 

You giggle. “When will you be?” 

“-ever.” He smirks, quickly pecking your cheek with his plump lips, bringing your form even further into his chest as he placed both arms around you. You face him completely, placing your own arms around his waist and snuggling your flushing cheeks into his broad chest. 

“I love you, Chanyeol. I won’t be leaving you any time soon.”

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this and thank you to the anon for requesting! although this was kind of angsty?? I still liked the outcome myself! please tell me what you think! ♥

Purple Flowers

Characters: Benny Lafitte x Reader

A/N: this is 100% for my darling @daughterofthebrowncoats i hope this makes you feel better, love! (also it ends in smut because literally nothing is better for cheering up than benny smut) (also sorry it got so long,,,i’m a wordy bitch)

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, public sex

Words: 2274

Tags: just my fellow benny lover @ravengirl94 ;) and also i think @feelmyroarrrr like benny?

It’s quiet at the diner, and you sigh and rest your elbow against the counter, your chin on your hand.  The heat out was ungodly, so there weren’t many people out and about, which meant no casual customers in the weird lull between lunch and dinner.  Which meant nothing to do except stare out the window.  Not that you minded.  You loved taking time to just stare out at the small path leading away from the diner.  

It was set back a little from the road, surrounded by a few beautiful trees and a spattering of purple flowers along the path.  You thought they may be weeds, since they’d been there so long and they just kept coming back every spring.  But you absolutely loved them.  Benny didn’t understand; they were messy and scattered, and honestly a little ugly, but you loved the color they brought to the otherwise dull path.

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anonymous asked:

Is it possible to ask an headcanons? The settings is in the happy "we are all alive" univers after the final boss. The guys s/o attends the wedding of their best friend. Who is even their ex, a very important one. No romantic feelings anymore but at some point the chocobro noticed their partner are kinda strange. They ended up to loudly sobs and run off the church. The guys misunderstood their reaction (they aren't upset because they love their ex) how it end?

Ooooh drama~! Love it! Will write this in drabble format :D As usual, I started with the intention of keeping these short and then completely lost control. A normal day for Miss Immortal *sigh*.

Tagging: @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @airlea-sicarius, @the-lucian-archives, @rubyphilomela, @lady-asuka, @stunninglyignis and @asendioncosplay :D

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Noctis: Noctis smirked to himself as he stood next to you in his custom-made suit, and stared up at the beautifully arranged wedding altar a few feet in front the both of you. He slowly turned his head towards you and his smirk faltered into a small frown when he caught your eyes misting over. He nudged you gently, gaining your attention before grasping your hand inconspicuously in his own. He squeezed your hand softly, but firmly, worrying to himself about the reasons behind your emotional response to the sight of the beautiful altar. He was most worried about the fact that the wedding he was attending with you was the wedding of your male best friend who had also been your boyfriend before you had met the prince.

Noctis leaned down slightly and whispered in your ear, “are you going to be alright?”

Your gaze flicked up towards Noctis’ midnight blue eyes and you let out a soft sob before shaking off his grip and fleeing from the room. Curious eyes stared after you as you ran, and even more curious eyes followed after Noctis as he ran after you, calling your name softly as he moved.

You were now freely crying as you stopped in front of the beautiful water feature of Leviathan in the main foyer. Noctis immediately grasped your hand in a desperate hold, and looked at you with a pleading look in his eyes.

“Y/n… do you still love him? Is that what you ran from the ceremony?” Your eyes widened in shock at Noctis’ question. You immediately shook your head, trying to quickly settle to misunderstanding.

“No, no! I’m just… I was just imagining our wedding and I just…” you trailed off, hiccupping slightly as you flushed red. Noctis’ mouth fell open, and you decided to continue your explanation for Noctis’ sake. He looked very confused. “I just felt so happy and I knew I was going to burst with emotion, and when you held my hand and looked at me like that I just… oh my Six, how embarrassing! I absolutely lost it, and now all those people in there probably think I left because I still have feelings for my best friend!” You cried out, absolutely mortified.

Noctis chuckled, staring down at you with fondness in his eyes. He leaned forward quickly and pressed a sweet kiss against your slightly parted lips, lingering close at its conclusion. He smiled against your lips and rubbed his nose against you in an act of endearment.

“Our wedding, huh? You want to be my queen? I’ll gladly have you.”

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Everything, Okay

(Or read on ao3.)

It wasn’t as if he could bring it up. There had never been any formal acknowledgement of their arrangement, though when he put it that way it sounded creepy. 

It just happened one night when Keith was jolted awake, breathing heavily,  cold sweat over his shaking limbs, and the lingering image of a Galra soldier aiming at his head. He hadn’t noticed Lance until he was right in front of him, sleepy but concerned expression, collar of his nightshirt pulled at an odd direction so light bounced off his collarbone. 

“Are you okay?” He said softly, no trace of the usual teasing or easy smirks. It was past midnight. Past midnight people put up fewer shields. 

“No,” he muttered. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He felt dizzy and on the verge of tears. He wasn’t in the mood to lie. 

“Do you want me to stay? I could uh…sleep in your bed with you,” his voice faltered a bit now, maybe he was starting to wake up. 

“Is that some kind of a joke? Because I don’t think it’s very funny.” Despite the shaking he had the sense enough to be offended. 

“It isn’t.”

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“Under The Spell of Moonlight”

The Olicity Valentine’s Day Smut-A-Thon @olicityvalentinesdaysmut-a-thon

Prompt: Morning Sex.  

A/N:M-Rated. I decided to write an alternate ending to 2x23.  There’s angst with a splash of love finally declared and sexy times.

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Through the languor of bone deep exhaustion, Felicity could feel the vehicle ease to a complete stop. She was both physically and emotionally drained.  The trip back from Lian Yu and the horrifying events of the last few days were catching up with her.  She lay heavily against the door of the passenger seat in Oliver’s car, with her head against the window, seeking relief in the coolness of the glass.

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