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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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I prefer the dreams I have of you, the dreams in which we’re not distant acquaintances, but we are united as lovers, the way fire needs oxygen for flames to dance around their fuel. We are hands clasped together, holding so tight the circulation is cut off, appendages going numb. These dreams are so saccharine, but waking up just reminds me that I am alone, without you, without my everything.
—  antisentiments 
How to Be a Pirate (You will be remembered, my dear)
  1. If it is the ocean that sings to you, or the thrill of Aztec treasure, or other kingdom’s riches, know that you cannot go back. Once you set sail, the saltwater will haunt you even if you retire to a desert. There will never be enough golden coins or golden islands that will satisfy you. The life of a pirate is a thirsting life, and it is common knowledge that saltwater does not quench.
  2. Kiss your mother and father’s graves goodbye before you set sail. If the ocean will not be your grave, the gallows are too far from the churchyard to comfort your spirit. Keep your farewells frugal. Better yet, disappear without a word. Legends are not borne out of nostalgia.
  3. Turn a blind eye to the third mate whose hair is bunched into their hat and keeps their chest wrapped tightly under their bleached tunic. Her hands may be small, but they will build callouses just like yours once she scrubs the deck long enough. Bad luck is not the fault of a stowaway woman, and the storms are not her doing—after all, the crew had thrown Jonah into the sea to calm it. You’d be better off watching out for the storm that is the woman. She will put you to shame when she sets fire to your enemies to fight tooth and nail for the freedom she earned.
  4. Treat a mermaid gently if one accidentally gets tangled in your fishing net—comb the hooks out of his hair and don’t curse if he bites your fingers. Offer him your hat to shield his eyes from the sun and answer his questions when he asks in panic why his fingers are wrinkling. If you must chuckle, try to do so silently, so that he does not think are laughing at him. Mermaids are born singers—their egos are easily bruised.
  5. When a man goes overboard in the midst of a storm, throw the rope to him. If he cannot cling onto it, lower yourself in a rowboat to help him from the bobbing waves. But remember to never jump in after him, if he turns away and rides the waves into the deep. Do not blame yourself. You could hold your breath forever and still cannot rescue a drowning man who swims away from a lifesaver.
  6. Whistle while you work. The songs that your mother used to sing you to sleep with are not a curse just because it is from the past. And melodic tales about purple mountains and golden cornfields will stun your mermaid guest—he will ask you again and again how fast horses run, and how do flowers smell like. He will test your patience, but even pirates enjoy basking in Scheherazade’s glory. We all like to be heard other times than when we’re shouting orders.
  7. There is little use in envying your legendary predecessors. Madame Ching and Blackbeard’s skin peeled under the sun just like yours. Legends never feel like legends when their shoulders ache.
  8. You will lose your hand along the way. Some lose their eye, others their foot, others aren’t as lucky and lose their hope. It is all part of chasing the impossible. When the time comes—and it will come, when you are least prepared—there is no shame in weeping. There will never be enough saltwater. Let your mermaid guest dress your wound and see your tears. He will miss your tender palms, and you will miss that sense of safety. But let him treat you; his fingers are nimble and cool to the touch.
  9. When he sings to you the songs of his world and people, do not be overwhelmed—there will always be a part of the ocean that you will never see. The greatest pirates will never know what lies beneath their hull. Most hurl a mermaid out of their sight for fear of deception, and never lit a candle for him to see a dancing flame for the first time, cautioning him to keep his hands to themselves.
  10. Keep your plank short and sturdy—no one wants to walk to their death with shaky knees. No captain can avoid a mutiny, but that does not mean that you did not do something wrong. Which is why without a doubt, when your second mate plunges blindfolded into the sea, your heart will sink right down with him. But a captain is expected to root out betrayal and never betray themselves. Careful—if you catch yourself calling him name when you call all hands on deck, your crew might suspect that you regret it.
  11. Buried gold can afford bejeweled, decadent hooks for where your hand had once been. The richest of pirates can afford hooks of pure gold and a diamond cuff whose reflection can almost replace the spark in your dulled eyes. But they will only ever be hooks, and your mermaid will gasp in pain every time you cut his skin, even if you try to be gentle. He knows that you can’t help it, but don’t get cross if he shies away from you when you come too close. Mermaids are not quite used to love which makes them bleed.
  12. Pirates are not heroes. They kill in order to avoid the gallows. They maroon rather than forgive. All who sail past you will assume the worst of you, and point their cannons at your sails without consideration. It may be easier to live up to their expectations and take up your sword. It is far more exhausting fighting for your nobility.
  13. Your mermaid guest cannot stay for long. The sun scorches his skin, shrivels his scales, cracks his voice. The explosions of your ship’s cannons and your musket rounds piercing the Royal Navy shake him to their core. You can beg all you want, but your hook only hurts him when you try to hold on to him. He will wait until it is nighttime to quietly throw himself overboard. Two of your mates will hold you back from diving after him. They know that they could not save you if you did.
  14. Do not be alarmed when you find yourself under the starlight missing home. Any captain of a loyal crew will be desperately lonely when sailing alone in the wide, treacherous expanse that is one’s own head. I’m afraid, however, that it is too late now to turn back. Your lost hand, or cold, nimble fingers would not be there home waiting for you even if it wasn’t.
  15. Understand that you will never be remembered. Even if your name is emblazoned with fear in every queen’s heart, even if the tales of your terror make every captain shudder. They will not remember the songs you hummed under the moonlight. They will not remember your careful fingers loosening hooks from their hair. Legends are not borne out of love.  

“A Wish for 100″

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything.

A/N: ending the last few hours of the day by wishing a happy 100th to our sweet plum, bucky barnes! // i wrote this in 7 minutes (i timed myself, hurrah) so it’s an incoherent mess. i’ll probably delete this sometime next week xx

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Bucky leans against the headboard of his bed, bringing the covers closer to his body before crossing his arms against his chest. He watches as the second hand of the clock make its way around, hypnotically ticking away.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

In a few minutes, he’ll be 100-years-old, and it baffles him that he’s been on this planet for a century. He’s outlived his parents, his contemporaries, and everything he considered to be home. His age isn’t something he’s too keen on, especially since he’s spent over half of those “one hundred years of life” as a brainwashed weapon for a terrorist organization.

Birthdays are still a weird concept, and he prefers to not make a big deal out of them. He’s requested his teammates to treat it like any other day, and he doesn’t want any special attention. Lucky for him, the Avengers members with a flare for surprises and events are on a mission, and hopefully the rest of the team will oblige to his request.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

His breath hitches.

It’s midnight.

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This one goes out to

This one goes out to all the Asian girls

The darker skinned girls who feel like they don’t conform to beauty standards (you are so much more than a standard)
The light skinned girls who
The girls who may not have the best grades (you don’t deserve this pressure I am sorry)
The girls who do get good grades and enjoy learning
The girls who work hard to revolutionize their respective fields
The girls who choose to stay at home and raise children

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the black girls

The girls with wild hair that won’t be tamed
The girls with skin so dark it reminds you of a night sky (deep and amazing and you can never fully wrap your head around how vastly profound it is)
The albino girls who feel like outsiders in their own community
The girls who have risen from poverty and made a name for themselves
The girls who are still throng to make a name for themselves
The girls who enjoy acting in “ratchet” or “ghetto” ways and aren’t ashamed to be who they are (you shouldn’t be)

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the Indian girls

The girls who wear a bindi and sari and love it
The girls who wear henna like a second skin
The girls who might have a thick accent
The girls who like Bollywood (don’t let anyone tell you it’s silly)
The girls who are told they cannot do what they wish because “how will you get a husband like that?”
The girls who are told it is their fault that a man raped them (it is not and it will never be)

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the Native American girls

The girls who were born and raised on the Reserve
The girls who were ripped from their homes and are trying to learn their culture again
The girls who dress up in traditional costumes and dance
The girls who know the legends by heart and
Could tell you
Every single one of them in the second between the flames dancing
The girls who are from here but still get told to “go back to your own country” as if it was not stolen from them by the ancestors of the person speaking to them

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the Pacific Islander girls

The girls that grew up swimming and know the tides like they know themselves
The big, strong girls who could move a mountain with one look
The women who had their culture erased
The girls that are working hard to fight the stereotypes of poverty by educating themselves and getting excellent jobs
The girls with voyaging in their blood, and ancestors who travelled thousands of miles so that they could be here today

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the mixed race girls

The girls who feel disconnected from their ancestry
The girls who aren’t considered “truly x”
The girls who are tired of being “aren’t” and being overlooked for everything they are
The girls who are a collision of culture, a majestic mixture of their own interests and so much more than you could ever guess
The girls with the ins and outs of two different worlds memorized like the backs of their hands
The girls that know the struggles her people (because they’re her people too) have gone through
And are all the better for it

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the Jewish girls

The girls who get made fun of for their noses
The girls who are told they should “stop being greedy”
The girls that might not eat kosher
The girls that happily observe the Sabbath
The girls who can fluently read and speak Hebrew

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the Muslim girls

The girls who wear hijabs (you can still be a feminist, it’s your body and your choice)
The girls that don’t wear it but still go to prayers
The queer girls who’re worried that Allah doesn’t approve of them
The girls who feel afraid to be themselves because of the environment they’re in (your own safety comes above all else, god knows enough people are being hurt already we don’t want to risk you too)
The girls with bright minds who can see that every religion has some negative aspects, but that normally doesn’t define it

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the disabled girls

The girls with wheelchairs who can’t exactly get everywhere
The girls that need someone to help care for them
The girls who have therapy animals to help them out
The girls with learning difficulties who need tutors (but don’t necessarily have one)
The girls who work hard to have people realize that just because they’re disabled doesn’t mean that they can’t have a good life

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the lesbians

The girls who love girls
(Bottleglass eyes and hopes that reach beyond the stars and smiles and long legs that stride confidently forwards at the parades and good hands that you will never ever want to let go of all of them)
They are a rainbow and
We need more people like them
People who will walk alongside us in the daylight or cuddle with us in the closet
Because before everyone else, we girls should love each other and stick together
Because queer is just another word for weird and aren’t we all a little weird on the inside?

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the bi girls

The ones who are monogamous and love their partner with all their heart but still get dragged into negative stereotypes
The ones who enjoy sex with multiple people (you aren’t a slut)
The ones who aren’t out yet (and aren’t even sure themselves sometimes because “what if I’m just pretending?” even if it isn’t true)
The ones who HAVE a preference (and it isn’t you thank you for the drink but please go away)
The ones who get erased out of events or talked over (because that hasn’t happened often enough ALREADY)

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the pan girls

The girls who love everyone regardless of
Those girls are a ray of sunshine, lighting up anyone’s personality should they be so lucky as to see them
They are wonderful open arms
And you would be so lucky as to receive their affection

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the asexual girls

Not wanting to have sex doesn’t mean you’re any less loveable
The girls who still do aren’t any less valid
But please don’t feel
Pressure to be something you’re not
Because your body doesn’t need to be a sexual object for you to still be confident and pretty and all of those wonderful things I know you are

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the aro girls

You don’t need to have someone
There are many kinds of love
Explore all the facets you want
And don’t
Ever
Apologize for something that isn’t your choice
Because not wanting “baby I love yous” doesn’t make you any less of a woman

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the polyamourous girls

The girls with partners that support them and their decisions
The girls whose wonderful hearts are open to loving
The girls who work hard to find dependable people
The girls that are full of intimate trust for their partners

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are all beautiful, important women and the world needs you to continue being yourselves

This one goes out to all the genderfluid/demigirls/etc.

You may not entirely feel like one,
But we are very happy to have you with us
At the times when you feel like a woman
Gender is complicated so please,
Take your time
We’ll be here if you need us

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman (if you want to be)

This one goes out to all the trans girls

It doesn’t matter what you look like
What your voice sounds like
If you’re on estrogen
If you experience dysphoria
You are still a woman
You are passing simply by being yourself

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the GNC girls

The tall girls who tower over their guy friends
The strong girls who can bench 350 pounds
The tomboys who love sports
The girls with short hair or who don’t like wearing “feminine” clothes (they don’t have a gender but whatever)
You can definitely pull off that suit! You look great!

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all the neurodivergent girls

All the girls with depression who are so tired
The autistic girls with strange stims or who have trouble in social situations
The bipolar girls who can’t help their emotions
The schizophrenic girls who hear things that aren’t there
The girls who are afraid to take medication and get addicted
The girls whose therapists are their best friends (I have listened to so many stories but I will help you if it kills me)
The girls who are trying to care for themselves but finding it so hard

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are still a beautiful woman

This one goes out to all girls

It doesn’t matter what you do with your appearance
Or how you live your daily live
Or if you have a partner
Or if you want to
Or if you have children
Or any other arbitrary factors

No matter your age, economic status or physical appearance
You are all beautiful, important women and the world needs you to continue being yourselves

Melted

AN: You should be warned…this fic is almost 6,000 words of Nessian. Most of that is smut. NSFW. This is the longest single fanfiction I have written on this site. This turned out to be so much more fun than I thought it was, and I totally ended up loving them and exploring who they are the dynamic between them. They are very new characters for me to be writing and I haven’t uite gotten the hang of them yet but…holy cow. This was fun. This was inspired by @blogtealdeal ’s post which you can find here. This is also dedicated to the other two thirds of the Night Court Queens, @illyriantremors and @kitashiwrites . Also, yes, you can have your virginity taken and feel no pain. Ask my roommate ;) Also this fic doesn’t 100% make sense with the timeline: just pretend. <3 And enjoy!

Nesta was thoroughly unimpressed.

First she’d been angry. Furious. Livid. Seeing Elain break down in the corner of the cabin they were essentially being held captive in had made her blood boil. Literally. The first time Elain had broken down and cried, Nesta had accidentally charred the edges of her own dress, the chiffon smoking beneath her fingertips.

Curse her Fae body.

Curse the Cauldron.

Curse the Mother for letting this happen to her. For letting this happen to Elain.

For letting this happen to Feyre.

A small part of her wanted to blame her youngest sister for all of this. A small voice in her head still whispered If she and her High Lord hadn’t come slinking around and used us to get to the mortal queens, none of this would have happened.

But with that voice spoke another in answer, one that she’d ignored for too long. One that she couldn’t ignore any longer.

If you’d taken some of the responsibility for feeding your younger sisters, Feyre would never have entered Prythian in the first place.

And now…now that she had to control her anger so she didn’t accidentally burn the place down, now that she and Elain were stuck in this melty, drippy world that promised spring, now that the terror of becoming Fae had worn off…

She was unimpressed.

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Taster(Yoongi x Taehyung x Girl Smut)

This is just a oral smut, but I hope you guys like it! <3 


“I don’t understand why we have to do this.” You complained with your arms crossed over your chest as you stare ahead at both of your best friends. Each one of them looked back at you, as if it was perfectly fine almost as if you were the one overreacting about their request.

“Why not? It’s just to prove a point.” Yoongi shrugged taking his cross arms and shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Yeah and the point is that my tongue is better.” Taehyung almost glared at Yoongi, his fist almost balling up at the pure anger that was welling up inside of him.

“Well then that’s why we are here. So that y/n can tell us what she thinks. Because she owes it to us.” Yoongi deadpan stared at you a cynical smirk appearing on his lips. “Unless she wants the rest of the boys to know about her oral fetish.” Yoongi chuckled.

“YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!” You shouted slamming your balled fists against the cushions as your whole body became painted in red.

“I did swear it, but you also swore to us that you would always be here when we needed your help.” He reasoned turning the tables on you.

“You can go and get any girl. Why me?” You asked scratching your head in frustration pressing your back against your couch cushions.

“That’s the perks of being a fucking friend, y/n. Best friend at that because we don’t have too many. But if you don’t want to do it, fine then we will go ask someone else.” Yoongi didn’t care he was one to say what he needed and if you didn’t agree he was done trying, he didn’t beg too hard and you had to learn how to deal with it.

You watched the both of them walk towards the front door Yoongi grabbing at the knob, and for some reason you became full of anxiousness and nerves all at once. Afraid that if they left, another one would be lucky to feel what you had wanted to feel all these years. You were somewhat attracted to your best friends, but you couldn’t act on it because you wanted all of them. It was hard just choosing one and if that made you a slut so be it. And when it came to lips, or tongues, or deep ass raspy voices both Yoongi and Taehyung toped your lists with approval. And this whole stupid thing, started behind someone asking your friends who would be better at head Taehyung or Yoongi. Of course, both men tried to defend themselves and say why they thought they were the best. Namjoon was on Yoongi’s side, Hoseok was on Yoongi’s side, but Taehyung and Jimin were on Taehyung’s side and Jin was undecided. So, now here you were the only one who could be the deal breaker. When you heard the request, you sunk into your couch, it had been a hard day and all you wanted to do after your long night shift was watch TV and forget about the species called humans. But your best friends on the other hand didn’t think that you should have any rest today. What would be so bad about seeing them both on their knees in front of you? Being ever so eager to taste you, to get you off. You had spent countless nights with your own fingers buried into your pussy slick with your spit and juices imagining that it was them instead. With the door opening wide you squirmed to get on your knees looking at them.

“N-no! Please.” You whined but Yoongi acted as if he didn’t hear you stepping outside with Taehyung hesitating behind you. “YOONGI please!” You shouted balling your first up into the back of the couch. “I.. I want to do it! I’ll let you do it.” You jutted out your lower lip sinking into the cushions a bit.

“You’ll do what?” Yoongi asked walking back into the door to look down at you, his eyes holding a hint of excitement and uncertainty.

“You know.. Let you taste me.” You whispered the last part, Yoongi took long strides to you gripping your chin within his fingers lifting your head and your body followed instinctively as he searched your eyes.

“Speak up little girl, I didn’t hear you.” He cooed in a deep somber voice, one that made your leg squeezing together as the heat was quick to rush through your body.

“I said you can taste me!” You said a with a bit more confidence, Yoongi smirked leaning down to crash his lips against yours taking your breath away within seconds. He tilted his head to the side, sucking on your bottom lip playing with the flesh until he got impatient, sliding his tongue into your mouth he sucked on the pink muscle dominating the kiss. You let out a string of moans against his lips trying to keep up with his motions, his wet tongue locking with yours and flicking in the most sensual ways making your heart skip beats, if he could do this with just a kiss then imagine what he could do to your other lips.

Taehyung wasn’t happy that Yoongi was getting all your attention. Shutting the door, he walked to stand behind you, pulling your hair to break your heated kiss with Yoongi. He tilted your head back giving you seconds to swallow air before he was kissing you instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Taehyung was just as a sloppy kisser as Yoongi was. His nose pressed against yours as your lips molded, his kiss was a bit more demanding than Yoongi’s was who was just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He had to admit to himself it was hot to see how you and Taehyung made out, he could see your breast getting hard against your shirt and though he was sure you had on a bra it was way too easy to tell that you were affected.

You kissed Taehyung until you were dizzy, your hand reaching up to tap at his face gently, his tongue sweeping across the roof of your mouth and over your teeth. He pulled back slowly letting you get more breath as he looked down at your reddened lips. He smirked at himself, helping you turn around to sit you on the couch he licked his lips getting on his knees.

“Who do you want to be first me or Yoongi?” He asked softly stroking the inside of your bare thighs. You looked down at Taehyung who seemed eager to go and prove himself to you, Yoongi on the other hand plopped down on the couch and you could tell that he was in no hurry. You bit on your bottom lip looking back at Taehyung leaning back starting to unbutton your shorts and slide them down your legs.

“I want you Taehyung.” You said sensually as soon as your shorts were off. You threw them on the ground beside Taehyung and he gave you a boyish grin starting to pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. Yoongi wasn’t really phased by your little act, he knew you wanted them both but he would wait to leave you begging for more.

Taehyung was more than eager, he was licking up the inside of your thighs kissing different spots to mark you with hickeys from his plump lips. His brown hair looked so soft, brushing against your panties causing you to lightly gasp. You didn’t know why you felt so jittery and alert, maybe it was because you were about to get head from Taehyung or maybe because Yoongi was watching you, maybe both. Taehyung pulled at your panties, and lifting your hips you helped him take them off your body. He spread your legs wide making you bend your knees as his hands held onto your shins. He leaned forward looking up at you, his tongue darting out to slowly lick up and down your bare pussy. You let out a tiny gasp, your hands running against the cushions of the couch and your hips bucked lightly an instinct that you were trying to calm down at the moment. Taehyung was pleased with this, his tongue repeated the motion licking all over your outer lips. He kept his eyes on you, his tongue dipping between your pussy lips, slowly he licked up and down your slit teasing you but making sure he was tasting everything.

“You’re so wet for me already. Just imagine if I was to fuck you.” Taehyung rumbled out, his voice deep because of the arousal in his system even the air itself was something that was changing in the room. Taehyung let his tongue move to lick against your clit long slow strokes against the bud causing you to lift your hands up and run your fingers through his hair. Your back arched, hips pressing against his face against as his tongue roamed around your clit, your juices starting to drip onto his face. He let his lips around wrap around your bud giving harsh sucks that you felt in your core. He slipped his tongue from your clit letting his mouth cover your pussy as he shoved his tongue inside of your warm pussy. Taehyung moaned at your taste, his nails digging into your flesh as he moved his head side to side, letting his thick tongue press deep inside of your pussy. Taehyung made his tongue curve, vibrating it slightly against your core searching for that one spot that would make you lose your mind. He continued to let his eager tongue press against your wet pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until he heard the change of your voice. How your back arched as your hands tightened in his hair. You pulled him closer to you, letting your hips press hard against his face. He let you, drinking up your juices eagerly thrusting against your spot even though your essence was all over his chin. Your stomach tightened up it felt so good to feel his wet pink tongue fucking your pussy. Taehyung was skilled, he had your lower stomach tightening and your eyes drifting shut as your cries got louder for him, your body moving to slump over a bit.

“Taehyung! I’m going to cum, please god don’t stop fuck- right there!” You rode his face against the couch your toes curling as the hot white flames danced against your skin. Your back arched up and your voice rang out his name as your pussy tightened around his tongue and you came for him giving all your essence to him. Taehyung dug his face deeper against your pussy swirling it so that he could suck up your cum and clean you up. He pulled back from you after slowing his tongue down giving a lazy smile as he licked his lips. He waited for you to settle down as he kissed on your skin.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly letting his nails ease up from your skin.

“It was fucking amazing.” You breathed out slightly, your pussy was quivering and still dripping from how you felt. Taehyung leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth so that you could kiss him back before he was pulling back once again. He gave a cocky smirk in Yoongi’s direction who seemed unimpressed waiting for him to get up and go sit on the couch. Yoongi sat up, pushing himself off the couch he walked over to you standing in front of you.

“Are you ready for daddy to make you feel like a real woman little girl?” He asked and naturally his voice was deep but right now, you could feel the juices just dripping from your pussy as he watched you. Nodding your head, you bit on your bottom lip, slowly spreading your legs wider for him.

“Yes daddy, I want you to eat me until I can’t move.” You chewed on your lip wanting to tease him back because you wanted him to leave you speechless.

Yoongi gave a smirk, dropping to his knees slowly he leaned forward looking at you. He let his hands slide up to grab at your hips jerking you forward to press your ass cheeks against the edge of the couch. You gasped slightly, watching as he leaned attacking your heat with his lips. He nibbled on your clit his hair brushing against your lower stomach as he attacked your pussy. His mouth moved fast sucking on your clit his head pressed against your center. He had you shaking in the position you were in; your hands were already gripping tightly at his hair pulling on the black locks. It felt too good, your voice wavering as he ate you out. He let his tongue pull back to lick up and down your clit, a harsh and thick tongue against your slit. He shoved his tongue into your wet entrance and you swore you heard him release some sort of a chuckle. Looking up at you with dark eyes he pulled your hips closer to his face not letting you escape as his tongue danced against your walls.

“Y-Yoongi. P-please!” You were spent, you could feel your pussy tingling from how his tongue jammed against your spot taking him a few thrusts to find it. He let his tongue vibrate inside of you, curving and flattening tasting all your nectar. His dark eyes unraveled you, made you feel exposed and so naked though you still had on your top. Yoongi used his hands to move you back and forward to ride his face, his chin and mouth becoming covered with your juices. He didn’t care, he was determined to make you lose your mind, he couldn’t get enough of your cries how your hands pulled at his hair tighter, how you were arching your back and squirming, as if you were trying to push his head away and get more from him at the same time. Your body was spent he could see it, he decided to make slurping noises, taking all of you juices. He let his hands dig into your hips he lifted them up a bit, causing your upper body to lay back until he was pressing one knee down against the floor tilting you upwards. He moved one of his thumbs to rub at your clit, his thumb stroking at your clit in a circle harsh and quick. Your hips wiggled and you felt your stomach tighten again for the second time that day.

“HOLY FUCK!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you came on his tongue. You thought that Yoongi was going to stop but instead he continued to let his tongue play with your pussy, moaning and growling against your skin. He let his free hand slap at your ass cheek turning it red, your breath hitched and your hands pulled harder at his hair, the overstimulation setting in your system as he continued to taste you. Your eyes rolled back lips hanging open as he continued to devour your pussy tapping his thumb against your clit. Your hips jerks and jolted a third orgasm rippling through your body once again. Yoongi slowly let his tongue relax on the inside of you before he was pulling back from your pussy letting your hips rest on the couch. You were spent, taking deep breaths as your shirt stuck to your body. Hair plastered against your face, limbs twitching as you started to come down from your high. Yoongi licked his lips in front of you. You were going to sit up to say anything, instead he leaned over you and grabbed at your hair crushing his lips against yours before he pulled back.

“Don’t say anything, just repay me with your tongue next time.” He winked at you pulling back. “Do we really need her to tell us who is good?” Yoongi asked Taehyung as he rolled his head side to side.

“Well..” You stated sitting up looking at the both of them.

“I think you both are very good at what you do. And I would say that you both have your own talents when it comes to giving head and pleasing me. But maybe you should ask Hoseok why he is my favorite when it comes to giving head.” You watched as both of their mouths dropped open and grabbing at your shorts and panties you walked towards your room as the questions started up.

Signs as: Summer Memories

Aries: hiking, haircuts, waterparks, sushi, photography, watching comedies with all your friends, old bookstores
Taurus: watching movies in dark rooms, making food for parties, sundresses, braids, music festivals
Gemini: hanging out with friends at the beach, staying up all night, ice cream trucks, making chalk murals in the driveway
Cancer: watching the stars with someone you love, cooking, lace, taking pictures of the beach on a cloudy day, rainbows, holding hands
Leo: vacationing, trying a new restaurant, volleyball, getting sunburnt/tanning, summer camps, mini golf
Virgo: FINALLY relaxing, volunteering, picking up friends at airport, writing a short story, fishtail braids, jacuzzis
Libra: amusement parks, spa days, bikinis, visiting family, tanning, concerts, sunflowers, taking a walk with someone you love, sports
Scorpio: new lipstick, listening to music with someone you love, random summer storms, effortless beauty, multicolored nails, road trips, scary stories around the campfire
Sagittarius: parties, dancing, summer flames, traveling to a different country, crop tops, meeting new people
Capricorn: fun summer jobs, starting new shows on netflix, cooking new dishes
Aquarius: painting the sunset, driving a vintage hot rod, underground concerts, going to the pool, watering plants
Pisces: smoothies, classical concerts, seeing old friends, sketching outside, flowers, driving to the city

Candle Magick Omens

If you are doing candle magic, watch for omens that may predict the success of your spell:

Tall, strong flame - your spell is empowered and getting through, it will work very well.

Flickering, unsteady flame - your spell is having trouble manifesting your results.

Dancing, wild flame - get ready for the roller coaster ride.

Normal flame - things are working as expected.

Small, blue flame - your spell is not getting through, prepare a backup plan.

Crackling, popping flame - your spell may manifest in very unexpected ways.

Tell me about the one who loved him (part two) - A Sirius Black Imagine

Originally posted by one-cold-day


Part two of Tell me about the one who loved him


Many days had passed and Harry was sitting into Sirius’ room, along with Ron and Hermione. He hated being into the Blacks house, especially because he felt so guilty about facing Sirius everyday and not telling him the secret he knew about him. It put so much pressure on him that he did everything to avoid his godfather during the Christmas holidays, which made him sad and anxious. He needed his presence more than anything but he couldn’t handle looking at him in the eyes with what he now knew. The first day when he came to Grimmauld place, he thought about telling at once Sirius. But the man didn’t seem to be in a good mood; in fact, he looked more depressed than he looked back when he got out of Azkaban. One night, as Harry came downstairs to get a glass of water after a nightmare, he surprised a conversation between Lupin and Sirius, as they were drinking into the drawing room together.

‘I tried to look for her, but it’s like she vanished into thin air’ he heard his godfather whisper.

There was a pause.

‘Come on Sirius, don’t get yourself into trouble just for her.’

Just for her? Do you know how much time I spent thinking she believes I am guilty?’

‘Why does it matter? You said it yourself, it’s been ages.’

Harry heard Sirius swallowing heavily his liquor.

‘What about me?’ he asked.

‘You are safe here. Don’t you think about going out of here ever again before it’s okay for you to do so’ replied Remus with a cold voice.

‘It’s like you don’t want me to see her. Is it? Are you hiding something from me? Is she okay?’ said Sirius, sounding nervous and angry.

‘Are you thinking straight, Pads?’

There was another pause.

‘The girl has moved on, don’t go trouble Y/N with your excuses and explications!’

‘What’s the matter with you, since when did you lose any empathy for your old friend? I just want to see her again, just one time, for Merlin’s beard-‘

‘She’s married Sirius! There, I said it. She has a life of her own now, she moved on, don’t go trouble her with the past! What are you thinking, that she was going to wait for you? It’s been almost fourteen years.’

Harry felt the tension in the room. For a few minutes, he wondered what was happening as he heard nobody talk anymore. As time passed and nobody move or spoke, Harry walked silently back into his room. He felt so sorry for Sirius he couldn’t breathe anymore, his chest hurt. How he wished Sirius knew that he had a daughter with Y/N, that he had a future of his own, that he hadn’t lost everything. He heard somebody opening the door. Hermione was standing in the doorway, looking at him curiously.

‘I thought I heard noise in here’ she whispered.

‘Couldn’t sleep’ replied Harry, trying to chase away his thoughts.

She looked at Ron who seemed to be lost into a deep sleep.

‘That makes at least two of us’ she smiled. ‘Mind if I come in?’

Harry shook his head and Hermione sat beside him on the bed.

‘Are you having visions again?’ she enquired.

‘No, that’s not it’ said Harry, feeling uncomfortable with what he just heard.

Hermione put her hand on Harry’s and looked at him with sincere eyes.

‘You know, you can tell me anything.’

Harry smiled back to her and they sat in silence, staring at the flames crackling in the fireplace.

‘Hermione?’ said Harry, breaking the silence.

She looked up at her friend.

‘What would you do if you knew a secret, a big one, that would change one’s perception on life and future?’

She frowned her eyebrows.

‘Who would it concerns?’ she asked.

Harry sighed.

‘I know something – something very important – but I’m not confident about telling the person it concerns, because I’m not sure how that person would react.’

‘Harry, you’re worrying me… Why don’t you just tell me what it’s about and I’ll try to help?’

Maybe he could tell Hermione. He looked at Ron, fast asleep.

‘Are you familiar with the other students? Other houses, other years?’

Hermione raised her shoulders.

‘I don’t know everybody, but I have a good memory.’

‘There’s this girl, maybe you know her. Second grade’ he continued.

‘Mmm…’

‘Well, I came to know recently, something about her. Something huge.’

‘I didn’t know you were interested in gossip, Harry’ mumbled Hermione, not sure where her friend was going with this.

Harry sighed heavily.

‘You know Y/D/N Y/L/N?’

Hermione raised her shoulders again.

‘Long black hair, silver eyes. She’s pretty too. She’s in Slytherin.’

‘The name does ring a bell. But I’d have to see what she looks like, to be honest… Where’re you going with that Harry?’

Harry felt his hands becoming sweaty and his blood pumping loudly in his veins.

‘You wouldn’t have to get out of this house to see what she looks like…’ he whispered.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and waited for the denouement. Harry felt nervous, he wished she’d have put the puzzle pieces together by now.

Don’t make me say it, don’t make me say it’ he thought.

‘Wait a minute…’ he heard Hermione say.

She got up and started pacing in the room.

‘I think I know who you’re talking about. She has those shiny long black hair does she? I remember her cause the first time I noticed her, she was in the library and something about her felt very familiar when I glanced at her!’

Harry waited patiently for Hermione to figure it out.

‘The eyes, yes, the eyes. These silver eyes, well, her whole face expression, the smirk…’

There was a long pause. Her eyes widened and she put her hand in front of her now opened mouth, her expression shocked.

‘Are you sure?’ she asked, nervously.

‘Without a doubt.’

‘Does he know?’

Harry shook his head and felt his eyes burn. 

‘I surprised a conversation and I asked questions to Lupin afterwards and pretty figured the rest myself.’

‘Then maybe you’re wrong’ suggested Hermione, not sure she really wanted to believe what she was just told.

‘No. Lupin confirmed it. He asked me to tell no one, but how could I keep this to myself?’

‘You need to tell him, Harry!’ said Hermione, hurrying to her friend, taking him by the shoulders.

‘How can I be the one telling him? How can I tell Sirius that he has a daughter he doesn’t know about?’

Harry heard the floor crack outside the room. Both he and Hermione jumped with fear. He stood up and looked into the door crack that Hermione didn’t close entirely. There, two pairs of bright silver eyes were shining into the dark, reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace behind Harry’s weak body, surrounded by black fur all around. The big dog seemed to look blankly at Harry. Surely, Sirius had heard them say they weren’t able to sleep and decided to make them laugh by transforming into Padfoot, like he did some nights before. He started to walk slowly in reverse.

‘Sirius, I-‘ Harry tried to mumble.

But the dog had disappeared.

‘SIRIUS!’ he shouted again, waking up Ron and the entire household.

They heard a door being shut down loudly downstairs.