flowing shirt

hip chub y’all


his body is !!!! a beautiful masterpiece !!!!!!!!

all the lil freckles and marks on his back just make him that much more stunning and his hip chub makes me want to die lol

he literally wears tight underwear and jeans and i feel like he does it so his chub is more Prominent™ look at this doll he’s so gorgeous 

we all Know what went down at this particular concert and im not even gonna get into it but like his chub is right there and it’s out there and he is Doing That

look uhhh!!!!!!!!!!! he curve!!!!! work of art !! put it in the moma 

now yall this is iconic and it’s getting to be too much for me at 4 am lmao

his shirt just!! flows over his chub gracefully!!!! it just!!!!! wow

i just want to know Why

w h y can u see a tiny bit of his happy trail dusting his stomach why can u see his lil hip chub protruding from his jeans why that’s all i wanna know. why

and i’ll leave you with this because it’s the middle of the night and i’m tired but look at this. take it in. soak it up into every last pore you have. savor it. think about it before you go to sleep. think about it as soon as you wake up. cry about it. laugh about it. smile about it. his hip chub deserves it :(

A Little Bit More - Tom Holland Oneshot

Request: Have you heard of the song New Religion by The Heydaze? It’s currently my favorite song, and I was wondering if you could write a Tom one shot using what the song says? If that makes sense. Sorry to be a bother, love. 🌸  @forever-wander-neversettle

Warings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,101

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Gotta say that was a great song :) I definitely added it to my songs! I really hope this was okay : ) 

~Listen Here!~ ~Masterlist~

If you had to choose the best moment in life it would be waking up next to the man you love. Something about watching him sleep peacefully made your stomach flutter with butterflies. You observed all his features having a hard time finding any flaws he may have. Yet there wasn’t any to look for because Tom was perfect. He was everything you could have ever asked for in a man. You loved him with all your heart.

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Female / Capricorn Sun + Rising / Aries Moon / Slytherin / ISFP ( @foreignkiss )

Fashion in Astrology pt. 1

I didn’t finish this but I’ll try to add on to it in a part 2! I was being lazy, quite frankly…

I think Venus and Mars rule over our fashion sense. Having many aspects to both will define how you define your fashion style. Even if you have many aspects, the stronger the two planets are in one aspect will make them more prominent than the others.

Venus-Neptune: ethereal, glamorous, other-worldly fashion. Vintage fashion but more modernized. Lots of clothes made from silks and clothes that make the skin shine and look bright. Not really a trendsetter, but they take trends and make it grander than before. Finds a theme of dress and sticks to it. Very extravagant and flowing upscale dresses, likes expensive materials and brands. Wears all sorts of colors and still looks nice. They like avant-garde and haute-couture.

Venus-Saturn: typical classic beauty. Elegant and graceful, very “earth” like. Timeless fashion that never goes out of style, despite all the trends that may move past it. Wears colors that are often found in nature. The fashion sense continues to get more and more extravagant and lavishing with age. Doesn’t wear much silk but enjoys laces and solid materials and colors.

Venus-Moon: very serene and calming sense of fashion. Like something an angel would wear. Wears lot of flowing shirts and blouses, like to wear pants and jeans that accentuate their body. Can be a bit eccentric and over the top in their style at a young age (which makes them look a bit awkward and unsightly as it’s just not what fits them best) but as they get older they obtain a very elegant and timeless fashion sense that always works for them.

Venus-Jupiter: they don’t really have a defined sense of fashion. They like all sorts of fashion, though not all fashion styles will look fitting on them. They don’t really care though. They enjoy clothes from other cultures and may wear clothes styled after another culture’s traditional wear (which may or may not be cool lol). Their everyday wear is playful but simple.

Venus-Mars: very clean-cut fashion. They prefer looking like they are a million bucks at all times. They are up to date on style, very trendy and not very radical. They have a sense for what’s TRUE fashion and even though their style can lean towards the extremes at time, they are just not very radical like that. They like suedes and suits and ties. Many sleek and body-defining styles.

Venus-Uranus: not a conformist in fashion. They’re the trendsetters. Though they like very new and different styles, they are actually very good at designing new styles for all people. They are probably the ones who make the timeless clothing that Venus-Saturn people wear faithfully. Regardless, their own personal style is very true to their personality, whatever that may be. They are not afraid of mixing colors, patterns, designs, fabrics, etc…

Pieces of Clothing

If requests are open, could I see a gender neutral reader with a poly Anti and Dark relationship and the reader likes to walk around in their shirts? What do they do the first time they see them do it? (Can b nsfw, I love your writing either way xx)

Originally posted by marielgum

It was laundry day. Meaning most of your clothes were in the machine being thrown around in soapy water. This also left you in a pickle of a situation where you had very little to wear around the house. 
But considering you weren’t planning on going anywhere today, and the weather outside was rain with chilling winds; you decided on one of the boy’s shirts. 
You knew by the material whose shirt you were sliding over your head. 
Anti wore cotton shirts, simple and bare of anything but one primary color. 
Dark wore mostly button-up shirts, ranging through a vast variety of material from silk to everyday polyester.
The closest you managed to grab was one of Anti’s shirts. A deep red color that had been lying on the floor. 
That was also another difference between your lovers. They were so different, even the small things could be told apart. 
Anti just threw his clothes around, where Dark would neatly fold and put them away if they didn’t need to be washed.

It was a very loose fit and it smelled strongly of Anti, which made you take a shamelessly deep breath. 
As you walked out of the bedroom, you went to check on the washing machine to see how long it had before it needed to be emptied. 
Unbeknownst to you, you passed the doorway of Dark’s study, to which the door was slightly ajar and Dark caught a glimpse of you in the cretin’s shirt. 
Eyes narrowing, Dark stood from his desk and went to hunt you down. Finding you removing the laundry from the machine and throwing it into the dryer beside it. 
“Am I mistaken in who’s day it is today?” Dark’s growling tone made you jump in surprise. You spun and went to ask what he meant, but then you looked down and you blushed. 
“I…I couldn’t find a shirt to wear.” You admitted with a small smile. 
Dark’s expression never faltered as he moved forward, his lips crashing against yours as he trapped you against the wall. 
His hands were quick to tear the shirt off your skin. The material falling away in shreds. And the sight of your naked body made Dark rumble in appreciation. 
He then started to unbutton his shirt, his lips never leaving your skin as he trailed firm kisses down your neck. Sucking and biting as he shrugged off the shirt. 
You all but whimpered as Dark pressed himself against you. His chest crushing you against the wall as his arms circled around you. 

Then he pulled away and you felt his silken shirt fall over your shoulders. 
Dark said nothing as he snaked your arms into the sleeves of the shirt, and buttoned up the front. 
Dark stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of your bruised lips. The way his shirt flowed over your body and the very obvious twitch in his pants when you looked up at him.
He pressed one last kiss to your lips before turning to leave. 
“Strike one, Pet.” He growled over his shoulder. “Next time I won’t be so considerate.” 

“Aw hell no!” You heard Anti yell from down the hallway. 
Before you could even turn around, the buttons of your shirt exploded outwards as Anti grasped the back of the shirt and yanked it off you. 
You yelped and spun, your arms flying up to hug yourself against the cold. 
“Anti! What the hell?” You exclaimed angrily. “That’s Dark’s shirt!” 
“Exactly right!” Anti snapped, waving the torn up material in front of you. “He ain’t here! It’s my day today and I’ll be damned if I see you flaunting that cute little ass in his shirt.”

Anti’s hand clasped around your wrist and he dragged you into the shared bedroom. 
He hissed at the open drawer of Dark’s clothes. Kicking it shut and moving to his side of the room. You bit your lip, amused by Anti’s sudden outburst. 
Since the two entities had agreed on certain days to spend with you, it became a routine to wear Dark’s clothes when he was around. Seeing the glint in his eyes and the small satisfied curl on his lips made it thrilling. 
But it also just became a habit to grab one of Dark’s clothing in the morning or after a shower. Since the guy practically took away all of your clothes. Forcing you to wear his button up shirts.
And you knew it had been the first time Anti has seen you in anything other than your own clothing. No doubt it annoyed Anti greatly to see you in his rival’s clothing.
You were torn from your thoughts as Anti came back to you and forced a large black shirt over your head. 
He let you arrange yourself in it. Stepping back to take in the sight of you in his shirt. You blushed, opening your arms and doing a little twirl for him to take in the sight.
Anti smirked, a wicked grin that spread across his lips. 
“Get your ass in bed, babe. I can’t miss an opportunity to fuck you in my own shirt.”

But before you could take a step towards the bed, Anti’s arms hooked under your thighs and lifted you up. 
He threw you down on the bed, crawling over you to consume you in a heated kiss. His body pushing you down into the blankets as his hands ventured under his shirt. 
Anti hummed as his fingers scraped across the softness of your skin. Squeezing and feeling his way around. 
“You’re not going to leave this bed until I’ve tasted every inch of your body, baby.” Anti purred in your ear.

She’s Mine

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (claiming, knotting, the like), cursing, semi NSFW GIFS,  longgg as fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkk but worth it (trust me)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas

A/N: Ok so this is my first time trying A/B/O dynamics… I had a very good fried of mine @emoryhemsworth​ Beta this for me and she did an awesome job! So shout out to her!!

Also @kittenofdoomage​ I hope your proud!! I’ve been inspired by your A/B/O pieces for a while and I hope you enjoy this piece, you are a legend!!!

Originally posted by frozen-delight

It was a hot day in Lebanon, Kansas. Dean was working on Baby and Sam was relaxing in the library, brushing up on his ancient languages, while you were recovering from a rough surgery. A Djinn that you and the boys were hunting had taken a big swing at you in a barn, the force so great that it threw you through the second story window. You landed not so gracefully in a bale of hay, essentially breaking your collarbone, a arm, a leg (in three glorious places), and shattering 4 ribs, puncturing some internal organs in the process. One 12 hour surgery, a week in the hospital, and a shit ton of Dolerite and codeine later, you were finally able to go home.

There was only one problem. Because of the fact that you’re on blood thinners, any type of hormonal medication had to be stopped… including your suppressants and birth control. You’d been taking them since you’d presented as an Omega at 17. The world was (and still is) dangerous for a Omega, especially an Omega that lives with not one, but two Alphas.

The doctors asked you privately if you were a Alpha, Beta, or Omega. When you told them that you are were an Omega, they were surprised as you lived with two Alphas and neither had claimed you. You explained that both of the boys had assumed that you were a Beta, because your scent wasn’t that strong.

The doctors asked you if there was anywhere else you could stay, possibly with Betas. You had nowhere else to go though. Your family had died long ago, Donna and Jody lived states away, and, well… Garth had the oddest crush on you so that was a no-go.

Luckily your heat wasn’t due for a while, because you had been on birth control and suppressants for so long. Sam would find a case a few days before you would be due for one, and they’d both go on a week-long trip. When your heat would come, you’d call a Beta to help you out. This went on for a few months before your incident with the Djinn.

On the third month of recovery, the doctors cut off your casts. You didn’t tell them, but Cas had been checking in on you and healing you periodically. However, because you had internal stitches in very important organs and your injuries were still healing, you still had to lay off of suppressants for a bit to prevent residual bleeding from your organs. Specifically, a whole month.

Like every other month, Sam and Dean were on a hunt when your heat hit. You called your Beta and he said that he was sorry, but he had found another Beta and they’d started dating. You were happy for him, but at the same time you were stuck. Yeah, you could move fine and all, but you were worried. How were you going to find a willing Beta to help you through it, especially in a small town like Lebanon?

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Never Again.

Characters: Erik x Reader, Charles.

Warnings: Physical violence, mentions abusive relationships, swearing.

Authors Note: I do not support any form of abuse in any kind of relationship. If you are in an abusive relationship, or know someone who is in one, please seek help. Thank you @mm277me for the request.

It was a particularly quiet day.

You were sitting in your king-sized bed drinking a warm cup of lemon water. Gazing out the enormous window, the golden sun peaked through the trees, the rays illuminating your skin. Wearing only underwear and your love’s shirt, relaxation flowed through you. In the midst of day dreaming your mind snapped back to muffled yelling and a sudden slam of the door.

“Erik?” No one answered back.

“Erik,” you asked again, with still no response.

You set your cup down on the mahogany nightstand and shuffled into the den. Erik was hunched over the dining table, back facing you, his muscles stretching his shirt. He was heaving as his fists were clenched together.

“Erik,” you whispered.

Erik exhaled a frustrated breath and shook his head.

“Erik, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I thought you were asleep,” he murmured.

“I woke up ten minutes ago, maybe fifteen,” you replied. You carefully walked up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder, “what’s buggin’ you, baby?”

He replied flatly, “Shaw.”

“Charles brought it up again, didn’t he.”

“He doesn’t understand, I have to stop him. He killed my mother.”

“He doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“He doesn’t want to fight.”

“He doesn’t want you to bite off more than you can chew.”

“Are you actually defending him,” Erik turns to you, “ of all people?”

“I don’t want you to go after Shaw either, not right now.”

“Why,” Erik growled, “because you couldn’t handle a bit of blood either?”

“Excuse me?”

Erik began to prey on you causing you to walk back into the bedroom, him inches away as he growled, “ you know Charles wants you, and you know he could influence you if he wanted to.

You were brought to a halt by the foot board of the bed, “I know that he wants me, but he can’t influence me, and you can’t beat Shaw, not today.”

He latched onto your wrists and pinned them against the wall.

“You’re weak,” he snarled in your ear, “you’re weak and you know it.”

“Let me go Erik.”

“What do you think you’re gonna do, huh? What do you think would happen?”

You could feel his hands strangling the circulation out of yours, with great pain you pleaded, “Erik, please stop, it hurts,”

You fought to get out of his claws but the grip tightened.

“Get the fuck off me!” You then kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the ground, winded, and tried to run. Erik pounced on you and grabbed you by the shoulders bringing you down with him. The two of you began to scuffle, rolling around on the floor until you managed to get on top of him and pin him down this time. You punched him twice, as hard as possible, making his nose bleed.  

Erik was out cold and you sprung up to successfully escape.

You were speeding through the hallways and corridors to get as far away as possible.

About to run out into the gardens a pair of hands reached out to you, “stop, what are you doing?”

You froze in your tracks to the sight of Charles, he rushed to you, “what’s going on? What happened?”

You stuttered, “I was in my bed, then a I heard a - and he came - and we - then he - then I - and he’s on floor and now I’m - and I -”

“Shhh,” Charles whispered, placing his hands on either shoulder,”  don’t worry, love, I’m here.”

You nodded, still winded.

“Come with me and we’ll talk after some tea, yeah?”


Charles sat you down in the kitchen and made you a cup of chamomile tea, “here,” he said, “this should help you relax.”

“Thank you,” you sniffled.

“Now, what happened.”

“I was in bed a-and he came in, and was just so angry about Shaw. Then, before I knew it, he was holding me against the wall, then I pinned him to the floor and punched him, then I ran and now I’m here, a-a-and…”

“You don’t have to go on,” he assured.

You looked to him and saw guilt in eyes, ”its not your fault,” you said.

“Maybe not, but you still got hurt pretty bad.”

“I’m fine, really,” you insisted.

“I beg to differ,” Charles pointed.

You looked down to see purple marks on your wrists, bruises from Erik’s hands.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged.

Charles scowled, “and this has never happened before?”

“No, never.”

“Well if this keeps happening you need to let him go, I don’t want this to turn into abuse.”

“Believe me,” you laughed coldly, “he wouldn’t be around if it was.”

“Well, good,” Charles nodded.

You spent the next few days in Charles’ quarters. You slept in his bed while he took the couch in the other room. He insisted and you couldn’t say no. Charles granted you a vacation from training but you would look out his window to see Banshee flying around ever so often and the occasional red flash coming from Alex.

The fight kept replaying in your mind, everything happened so fast. The blood, the bruises, the yelling. It was a 24 hour news reel of pain and regret and despair.

You started to weep, “Erik, Erik…”

Your tears were interrupted by a creaking doorway, you wiped the droplets away, not knowing who it was that was sauntering towards you.


“Darling, I’m so sorry.”

You jumped from the bed and into his arms, sobbing, “I’m sorry too.”

“I shouldn’t be in here but I had to see you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Charles told me to leave you alone, but I just couldn’t.”

You chuckled, “you made the right choice.”

“Please forgive me, baby.”

“I do, of course I do,” you looked up to him and you changed your tone,” but if you do this again you’re gone.”

“Of course, darling, of course. Never again,” he cried.

Hand in hand you went back to your room, laughing and kissing one another.

Charles was leaning in a doorway, watching you cheerily walk with Erik. He sighs and walks outside to check on the other’s training.

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It’s not that you and Minseok have bad sex, it’s just that the same thing every time gets a bit boring. So on one of his off days, you’d flopped next to him on the sofa and shoved an article about roleplay in one of your magazines at him. “This is what you want?” he’d asked, turning to look at you after reading the insert. You gave him a nod and pointed to a picture of a school uniform, which made him smirk. “You wish is my command.”

Here you were, the traditional school girl skirt sat on your hips, barely covering your white panties. Here you were sat at the kitchen table, the traditional school girl skirt sat on your hips, barely covering your white panties and the flow cut button up shirt. Your boyfriend was dressed in a black suit, with glasses, and his hair styled to the side. His visuals alone were causing a warmth between your thighs, and you could see he was just as aroused by the whole scenario just as much as you were. The black dress pants did nothing to hide his every growing bulge.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he slapped his hand against the table to break you out of the trance you’d slipped into. Your snapped your eyes up to meet his and gave a small smile. “Care to explain why you’ve stopped paying attention?”

You let out a quiet giggle, eyes flicking back to his groin before you leaned back in your seat. “I don’t think this is a time to be laughing, Miss Y/L/N,” he shook his head as his eyes trailed over you, stopping to take in your over exposed chest. “Pay attention, or you’ll be punished,” he warned, standing up straight so he could continue his lecture.

You tried to pay attention, but your mind wandered back to it’s little trance of how sexy he looked in his role and how the black pants fitted to his rear perfectly. “So, Miss Y/L/N, can you tel-” he folded his arms over his chest when he once again caught you day dreaming. “Miss Y/L/N, stand up,”

“What?” you blinked, before biting your lip and looking at him. “I said stand up!” his tone was harsh, and it caused a jolt to run through your body. “Alright,” you mumbled, pushing yourself up, hands coming to rest at your side. “Alright?” he brow rose as he approached you. “Are you sure you don’t want to re-phrase that?”
“Yes Sir,” you spoke slowly with a smirk as you folded your arms over your chest to match him. “Your attitude is poor, Miss Y/L/N,” he tutted, a hand moving to tap against the table. “You don’t pay attention, you show no respect, and to be honest, you’re a nuisance. maybe a long hard punishment will teach you how to be a good girl,” the words caused you to adjust your position so you could rub your thighs together.

“Bend over the table. You’re going to be sorry you’ve ever behaved like this,” you followed his demand, lowering yourself so you were leaning against the table, your white panties now on full display as the skirt moved. There was a painful silence for a minute, but then you felt his warm hand rub a circle on your left cheek. “Now do as you’re told for once and count,” he muttered before bringing a hand down against the clothed flesh.

“One,” you hissed through gritted teeth as the sting of his hand raced throughout your body. “Two,” another hit. “Three,” you whined, squeezing your eyes closed. “What’s up? Can’t take it?” you heard him say before a final slap to your rear was given. “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before being a brat.” He brought his hand to your hair, gripping at it to pull you up to his chest.

His breath fanned over your ear, causing you to shiver. “Now are you going to be a good girl for me?” His question was answered by your hips pushing back against him, rubbing yourself over his erection. “So it’s going to be like that?” he asked, hands moving to grip your hips and stop the motion. “It’s going to be like that,” you confirmed, a hand sneaking behind you to press against him.

“Get on your knees,” He growled, pulling away from you. You obeyed, kneeling infront of him, eyes looking up to meet his. “Let’s put you to good use, shall we?” you watched as his fingers unbuckled the belt and undid the zip of the trousers. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.” Another growling command, another shock to your core.

He pulled his reddened cock free from the cloth prison to rub over your tongue. “Good girl,” he breathed as some of his own throbbing was relieved. “Perhaps I should be in charge of your mouth from now on,” he pushed into you, hands resting in your hair once more to keep you in place. Your own hands came to rest on his legs, trying to calm yourself from the slight panic that came with the new feeling of him in your throat.

After a few moments he pulled back, pulling your head back to inspect your panting state. “You can’t be bratty with a cock in your mouth,” he emitted a low laugh before tugging your head back onto him, his own head leaning back in pleasure. “Your mouth makes Sir feel so good.” Your eyes screwed closed as your breathing came into a rhythm. “Stay there.” He pushed you away from him once more and sat down on the chair you once occupied.

“Crawl to me and sit on my cock,” he removed the black trousers completely, discarding them to the side of the kitchen. You made your way as slowly and as sexily as you could over to him, hands trailing over his newly exposed thighs. “Don’t waste my time!” he exclaimed, pulling you up and guiding your hips onto him. “I’m a busy man, you little brat,” he ripped open the skimpy white shirt and let his hands squeeze your breasts, causing you to moan. “You like that?” a cup of your bra was moved, and his fingers pinched your bud. “You like being groped? I’m not surprised,” he mirrored the action on the other breast.

Your head lolled forward as the combination of his cock and assault on your nipples were dulling the tingling. “I don’t want to hear you. I’ve heard enough of you for one day.” He undid his tie from his neck and tied it around your mouth as a make shift gag. “You’re going to stay silent while I fuck you into obedience, understood?”

A whine escaped your lips while your hips moved slowly, though it didn’t last long, as he stilled you once more. “I’m in charge here,” he hissed. You didn’t think he’d take so well to the roll, but here he was, driving you mad, no, driving you to the brink of imploding. You waited in painful anticipation for him next move. You’d be grateful for anything he gave to you. “What’s that face for?” he scoffed at your screwed up face. “Don’t like wanting something and not getting it? Welcome to my world.”

His hips suddenly snapped into yours, causing your to jolt forward. “I try explaining to you,” another snap of his hips. “And you just do what you want,” he brought you slamming onto his length this time, forcing your hips to circle on him. “Ignoring me when I tell you to pay attention.” he shook his head, eyes not leaving your face as it twisted and contorted. “And now I can give you the one thing you want.”

He created a brutal rhythm with his hips, each thrust pushing your closer to your much needed high. This was amazing. He was amazing. You loved this man so mu-

At the feeling of you tightening around him, he stilled. “You think I’m going to let you cum?” he raised a brow, a hand slapping your rear. “You hold that in until I decide you can.” he hissed, gripping the flesh of your behind. “Fuck yourself down onto me.”

You bounced down onto him, desperate to get back to that cliff edge. You needed to run over the edge and dive into a blissful orgasm that would roll over you and sweep you away. The sight of you fucking yourself against him almost drove him over the edge. How could it not. His beautiful girlfriend in the (ruined) school uniform, with messy hair, red cheek and a gag in her mouth. He’d never imagine you like this. Thank god you read those magazines he always nagged at you for wasting your time on. Whatever you would suggest next, he would be up for.

A low moan left his lips as he came, his warm seed painting your walls. The grip on your hips tightened as he held you down against him. He thrust  a few times up into you as he floated back down. When his eyes opened, he was greeted by a whine from you. Another orgasm lost.

“Aww, I’m sorry,” he doted, pushing you up and returning you to bed over the table. “Don’t worry, brat.” His fingers ran over your folds, coating his fingers with his cum. You tensed up when two of his digits entered you and began the assault on your core. The impossibly quick pace revived the dying orgasm.

“Cum.” He demanded, bringing his hand onto your left cheek. Your body arched the best it could as you were finally rewarded with what you needed. His pace gradually slowed as you relished in the glorious climax, your body every so gently twitching.

You felt the tie be removed from your mouth, happy you could finally talk, but the material was quickly replaced with his cum coated fingers. “Clean them, and then get out.” Thank god for those magazines you waste your time on.

Come And Get Your Love

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Author: @star-pratt

Words: 1482

Request:  I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your blog!!! Its fantastic and you are fantastic!! I was also wondering if I could request a long-ish peter quill x fem!reader fic where the reader is dancing around the ship in her underwear because she thinks the ship is empty but surprise! Its not and peter sees her and thinks its adorable and fluff (or smut?) ensues. Thanks and you’re amazing!! ❤❤ by @zaire-is-worth-it

Author’s Note: I’m so so sorry it took so long to post this. I had such a hard time thinking of how to write this and like ugh. I hope you like it, like really, I do. Thank you to the amazing @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this. She ma hoe.

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

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BTS Reaction | Seeing you in their clothes

Reaction to the boys seeing you wearing their shirts the next day. If you guys have any requests for these small reactions or prompts for fics send them in!!

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by yoongiski

Damn you looked so good, walking around in just his t-shirt, the piece of fabric hanging low on your shoulders. He couldn’t help himself as his head lowered to catch another angle view of you. You looked good enough to eat. As he sat down on the breakfast counter, he motioned for you to come closer, your frame moving to him instantly. 

“You look so good in my clothes baby girl,” he purred as his hands ranked up your waist, slightly taking his shirt with him, “let’s stay in all day. ” 

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

As he opened the door to his apartment, he stopped. Your smile was so simple as you looked back at him from the kitchen, so innocent and pure. But his mind was so far from that, the way his shirt looked on your body sending all kinds of desires to his mind. He closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving your figure. 

You turned around as you saw him approaching you, a blush making its way onto your face as Namjoon pulled you closer, hands gripping tightly on your waist. 

“Baby, I want you to wait for me like this every day,” he groaned as his head dipped towards your neck, “can you do that for daddy?”

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud

He walked out of his room with a yawn, his eyes still unfocused as the kitchen came into view. His mind awoke as he heard you humming softly, but the view of you in his button up plaid shirt had him stopping in his tracks. 

Yoongi watched as your hips moved slightly in rhythm with the song you were humming to, his shirt flowing around your body with the movements. His hands snapped at your hips as he pulled your back against him, his head dipping towards the crotch of your neck. 

“Seriously, you better be dressed like this everytime I wake up from now on” he smirked as he gave your neck a small bite

Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by sunshinejhp

He walked outside the bathroom with a smile, you were still gonna be there, waiting for him. How long had it been since you two could wake up and just chill around, no other plans to ruin your day? At first, he looked around the living room, searching for your frame, but when he heard you in the kitchen he went straight for the kill. 

Hoseok stopped in his tracks as he saw the small line of your butt showing through the bottom of his shirt. You turned around as you heard him approaching you, your hands quickly snagging onto the rim of t shirt in embarrassment, 

“I’m sorry, I just took it withou-” 

“Until the end of the day, I’m the only one allowed to take this off you” he groaned as his hands snagged your waist to pull you closer, 

Park Jimin 

Originally posted by jiyoongis

As he walked outside his room, you were right there. After the night you two had he couldn’t help but simply watch you. Everything about you amazed him, and he stared on as you moved around the living room, moving things onto their right place. He watched carefully as you picked up a slightly bigger box, his shirt riding up your body as you bent down to put the box on the ground. 

His eye brows rose at your predicament, so damn good. He walked closer slowly, his arms roaming around you as he pulled you in for a hug. 

“You’re so fucking amazing, I’m so lucky.” he breathed into your hair. 

You leaned back at the hug, wanting to be closer to him, but as his actions continued you blushed,

“Princess, let’s go back to bed,” he purred as his hands trailed up your thighs. 

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

He sat down on the couch waiting for you to come out of the room. Maybe leaving right after your small fight was not the best of ideas, but he knew that whenever you got annoyed at all his teasing, the best thing to do was give you some space. He watched the TV lazily as he heard you come out of the room, his eyes slowly moving onto you, but when Taehyung saw you, he froze. 

You wore one of his buttons up T-shirt open, some simple lace lingerie underneath, and the cuteness scowl on your face. Your eyes caught sight on his dumbfounded face, making you even more annoyed, 

“What?” you groaned, 

But for a second he just sat there, speechless. You looked so good in his clothes, he knew that he could never do something to lose that, and without thinking, he said it

“I’m sorry” he blurted out, his eyes widening as he saw the smile opening up on your face before you jumped onto his lap. 

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

He woke up slightly startled when he noticed that you weren’t beside him. Jungkook sat up on his bed to look for any signs of you, his heartbeat slowing down when he caught glimpse of your clothes hanging tall on top of his open closet. How did they even get there? 

He laughed at the idea of you having to stroll naked through his apartment, surely you would be embarrassed to death for doing it, your cute blush a prominent vision in his mind. But when you opened the door to his room that was all gone. You held an innocent look as you walked in, his opened buttons up t shirt flowing behind you. You looked up at your clothes and groaned, your eyes turning towards him as you were about to ask him to help you, but he cut you off. 

“Forget about it, you’re gonna wear that for the whole day,” he began as his finger pointed at his shirt, “now come back here bunny, let’s play”

Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 7) The Morning After

Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, and sex. 

Words: 1,288

A/N: THIS PART IS SHORT BUT IT NEEDED TO BE ADDED FOR CLARIFICATION. Sorry it has taken me so long to upload, I should be posting parts of this once or twice a week. This part might not make sense, but the next will. Love all of u, xx. 


Originally posted by sirius-and-remus-texting

It came back in whispers, the memories of that night. It flooded into his dreams and wreaked havoc on his insides while he slept. How did he know it was her you may ask, and my answer is as simple as; he knows her underwear. He knows the blood red lace, how it grips her hips, and he remembers the same lace from that night. It all seemed to fit together now, how everything about him and her together felt so familiar.

He wasn’t mad at her,

He was confused,

And mad at himself.

But the one thing he couldn’t seem to escape was the fact that she left them there, she wanted him to find out, and he didn’t know why.

When he awoke he had a massive headache, his eyes could barely open because of the bright sunlight shining in on him. He twitched slightly, too tired to pull the covers over his head.

“Morning.” Remus said.

Sirius peered over to him, he was sitting on his bed, a cup of tea nestled in between his hands, and a pair of readers placed on his nose.

“Need some?” he questioned, referencing to the bottle of pills next to him. “Seems we both have quite the headache.”

Sirius sat up slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“What the hell happened to you last night?” he asked, looking down at a sleeping James still passed out on the floor.

“Well, we got drunk, and I mean bloody drunk,” He said, laughing. “Lily brought some of her favorite muggle alcohol and James and Peter, I and the others finished them off.”

“You drank…” Sirius looked down at the floor reading the labels on the front of the glass. “Jack Daniels? You’re telling me you drank hard liquor?”

“Last night was different, you know that.” Remus added.

Sirius stayed quiet, looking back to the table next to him, still not forgetting the red underwear sitting next to him.

“Who’s are those?” Remus asked, looking at the underwear.

After a moment of Sirius not answering, and Remus watching him swallow his response, “Oh.” Was the only sound that left his lips.

“What the hell happened with you two last night?” He questioned unknowingly.

“Guess we just had a good time,” He huffed. “Didn’t we all?”

She stood in the shower, letting the steaming hot water cascade down her body, washing her curves with lavender soap, rubbing every nook and cranny. For some reason she felt dirty, she didn’t like the fact that so many people saw her exposed, she didn’t like the distant feeling of someone else’s hands on her hips.

She felt a few tears drip down her blushed cheeks, watching them fall down the drain, they stood out against the water, fragile droplets that could paint the ground. She heard a distant knock at the door.

“Y/N,” Lily whispered. “I’m sorry, but classes are starting soon, just thought I’d tell you.”

She was quiet because she knew how Y/N was feeling, she knew she was having a hard time.

“Alright.” She choked, her voice cracking, she didn’t want to face anyone.

Students began to fill the hallways and slowly enter into the great hall. Lily sprayed a little perfume on herself and slipped on her shoes waiting for Y/N, she didn’t want her to have to walk alone.

“You can leave you know, i’m not incompetent.”

“Yes, but I care, don’t want you to walk alone is all.” Lily added.

“I’m fine, I’m not ashamed. I’ll be down in a minute, go on.” She said with a weak smile, her towel wrapped around her soaking body.

Lily smiled back and opened the door to their dorm room, and soon she was on her way with the rest of the students.

Y/N was dressed in her usual attire, just a little less put together. She left her hair natural, no makeup, just purple splotches resting under her eyes. She slipped on her shoes and rested her Gryffindor cloak along her forearm. She placed her brown, marbled glasses on her nose and went on her way.

The halls were emptier than usual since she was late. She was left alone with her thoughts. She listened to the click of her heels as she walked quickly down the cold halls. She heard the distant rumble of students laughter coming from the great hall and her chest began to get tight. Even with her anxiety she continued walking. She was hungry, and although she was ashamed, she still wanted to see him.

The doors were wide open as various teens skipped around the large hall. Students were bickering back and forth, not paying any attention to her, that was a good thing.

Remus sat at their usual table, glasses still perched on his nose, Sirius sat by his side, slumped, completely trashed from last night. James wasn’t any better, he looked half dead. Lily sat next to him, rubbing a calming hand up his back, she felt sorry for getting a little wild too.

She got to the table and sat down right next to James and Lily, Sirius hadn’t noticed.

“Morning.” She said.

He noticed.

“Morning.” Remus and Lily chirped in reply.

Y/N stared right down at Sirius, who seemed to have not noticed her presence, but deep down, the moment he heard her voice, his whole being tightened.

She stared at James next.

“Morning, James.” She said with a devilish smile, chuckling a little at his current being.

“Morning.” He said muffled, his words flowing into his shirt.

Everyone at the table laughed, except Sirius, who kept his head down.

The rest of breakfast was cheery, despite the obvious tension radiating off Sirius towards Y/N. Everyone was cracking jokes and reminiscing about the night prior, and so were the two boys from last night who had quickly joined.

“Oi, you all were trashed.” One of them called out.

“Not as trashed as Y/N.” One added.

“Hey,” Y/N yelled, “At least I remember last night.”

A few people at the tabled ‘oohed’ which caught Sirius’ attention.

“Hey, I may have forgotten most of the night but theres one thing I cant forget,”

Everyone cocked an eyebrow, waiting for what the boy was about to say.

“Y/N’s brilliant ass.” He finished, everyone bursting into a fit of laughter, expect Lily and Y/N, they stayed quiet, and Sirius, well, he shot right up.

Everyone at the table went quiet and stared bug-eyed up at him.

“You know you always ask me why women never like you, and that’s why.” Sirius stormed, glaring at the boy, then walking away from the table huffing.

“Someone’s jealous.” The other boy replied, rolling his eyes at his friend, then watching an angry Sirius as he walked away.

The bell rang a few minutes later, students began filing out of their seats, headed back towards their dormitories.  Y/N needed to walk, so, she made her way in the opposite direction down the hall.

Her shoes tapped against the cold, hard floors. The crisp, chilly air beginning to fill the space around her, she was getting close to being outside.

“Y/L/N!” A familiar voice yelled.

She turned around swiftly, happy to greet the boy calling her name.

“Lucius!” She yelled, he, pulling her into a hug.

“Y’know I was meaning to speak with you.” She continued as the two walked out of the school, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

They walked off into the chilly, bright day, Sirius watching angrily from behind. He had followed her, he wanted to speak to her outside, but, someone beat him to it.

Sirius Black was never jealous, excluding when he was drunk or high, and at this moment, he was neither.

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.12

                                             Part T W E L V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im alive, still! ((thankfully)) here is chapter 12 for yall ! its a bit steamy so, sexual warning (?) i guess. brace yourselves, bc this was something beyond me. hope you guys enjoy ! :] x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Tokyo, 23:40 P.M.

“The parties here in Tokyo are amazing!” Taka, the lead singer of One OK Rock, gushed. He, along with his band mates, were touring you guys down Tokyo, the busiest and biggest city in the world (though it still fights that title with the Big Apple). The tall buildings were brightly lit with screens of commercials and Japanese icons. You couldn’t help but become fascinated with it. 

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One Night

In which you find yourself in bed with Harry Styles, and you’ve got a bit of a secret.

A/N: Could it be? Sydney finished the virginity oneshot?! YES MY FRIENDS: IT IS TRUE! I’m hoping this doesn’t disappoint because its probably not quite what everyone was expecting… but nevertheless I had fun writing it because it seems that this is a dream for a lot of fans.  So enjoy. ;)

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 42: Karaoke

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1250 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

After a wonderful dinner making so many more friends, Jensen had pulled you by his side, all of you making your way to the convention hotel where Karaoke was getting ready to start. Walking through the back hallways, you were quickly swept into a room full of tables, food and costumes. Grabbing bags, Brianna and Kim brushed past you, heading towards the bathroom. “Y/N, come help us!” Brianna threw over her shoulder, and looking at Jensen, you shrugged your shoulders, following them. Standing by the sinks, you waited as both women struggled to get dressed in the small stalls, laughing as you heard them cussing.

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Give me a Jehan who:
-Swears like a sailor, because you can be the most wonderfully articulate person in the world and still sometimes only the word fuck does the job
-Constantly has dirty fingernails from digging about in their garden all day long
-Refuses to wear shoes and leaves damp and muddy foot prints wherever they go
-Usually ends up covered in ink, be that on their fingers from a leaky biro or on the edge of their mouth after sucking on their pen too hard during a creative drought. Bags have been ruined, coat pockets irreversibly stained, all because they have terrible luck when it comes to ink
-White clothes always end up smattered with blackberry juice stains and coffee splashes and goodness knows what else, because their head is too far in the clouds for them to focus on anything else
-Can’t coordinate a coherent outfit for the life of them but is charming enough to carry it off regardless
-Can’t afford pretty notebooks so writes on practically everything they can find, on the backs of envelopes from the bank, on takeaway menus, on post it notes and cheap £1 refill pads on which their ink always bleeds through to the other page
-Has hollow days just like everyone else, who has days when they can’t bear to get out of bed and days when it feels like all their creative flair was drained from them overnight
-Is soft and chubby under their flowing shirts and floral dresses and loves it that way
-Has deep dark rings under their eyes from an unholy mixture of genetics and lack of sleep, but they kinda like the melancholy look they give them anyway
Give me a Jehan who is wild and wonderful and completely and utterly human in all that they do

Vampire King

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Filth
Rating: Mature
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts
Wrote for my Unnies


The knife came away from your neck and a singular dark figure you couldn’t make out was sheathing a blade. Then suddenly, the lights went out.

You woke with a start sitting bolt upright and breathing heavy. You were confused by your surroundings. You were in a bed, in a room that had only a closet, a dresser, and a singular large window which moonlight poured into.

“Sleep well?” Cooed a mans voice.

You spun to face him while jumping away from the voice kicking the blankets off of yourself. The man sat crossed legged in a ornate chair with a slight smile dancing on his lips. He dark hair and eyes with a strong jaw that rested just above a black mask he had pulled down around his neck.
“Who are you?” You asked quickly feeling a sudden sense of urgency to escape.

Something about him felt strange, unnatural, and it scared you. The man stood up straightening his collar and removing the mask. “My name is Jimin, and this is my temple,” he said with a smile. “What is your name darling?”

You eyed him suspiciously before answering his question with a question. “You said it’s YOUR temple?”

He frowned slightly before smiling again. “Yes it is my temple, you see I am a god.”

You furrowed your brow thinking about this. Of course you knew there were gods who walked among men, you just never thought you would be in the presence of one.

“You’re a GOD?” you looked him up and down examining him and realizing that he was casually getting closer to you so you took a step back. “A god of what?”

At this he smiled more but didn’t answer. “I’m also a king.”

You started to grow uneasy as he was getting closer and you were backing away. “A king of what?” You said quickly as your back hit the wall.

He shook his head as he stopped right in front of you gently taking your hands in his.
“First,” he said. “Before I tell you those things I would like to know your name little lady.”

You shivered slightly wishing you could get away, melt into the wall, or something. “Okay fine. My name is Y/N.” You said taking a breath.

His lips curled into a smile and he brought your hands to his lips and gently kissed them. “Nice to meet you Y/N.” he said.

You immediately pulled your hands away and tucked them behind your back straightening up your posture and puffing up your chest to try and look confident and unintimidated by him, even though he was at least six inches taller than you. “I answered your question now answer mine.”

He chuckled at you trying to be brave. “You’re a feisty one aren’t you.” He curled his lips into a toothy grin to show two sharp fangs amongst his regular teeth. “I’m the King of vampires…darling.”

You barely dared to breath but tried to remain calm. “So…what are you the god of?” At this point you weren’t sure id you wanted to know but still you asked.

Instead of answering though, he laughed and got closer pressing himself against you and whispering into your ear ever so softly with his hands holding your waist. “I don’t think you’re ready to know yet.”
He then stepped away just as you were trying to push him away.

He looked slightly confused that you rejected him. Him being that close like that had rattled you. Half scared and admittedly half thrilled by his actions you shuddered and crossed your arms scowling. “What do you mean you don’t think I’m ready to know yet?”

“It’s nothing.” He said blankly eyeing you in a strange manner. Like something wasn’t right with you. “You’re still covered in blood, there’s a change of clothes for you in the closet.” He spoke softly, his strange sense of confidence suddenly having evaporated. He turned away from you and walked across the room pulling open the door and exiting the room. Leaving you, dumbfounded, to yourself.

You left the room shortly after you had changed. There was no way to escape the temple from that room due to the fact it was about five stories up and the walls were slick with rain.
Besides it was still dark and the woods were dangerous at night.

You walked through the halls alone examining the lavish temple. Your new clothes, a simple white and flowing shirt and dark jeans felt nice and you were sure you’d never worn something so expensive.

“How in the hell do I get out of here?” You muttered to yourself quietly.

Suddenly a voice sounded behind you with equal quietness. “Why do you want to leave so badly?”

You cringed and stopped walking slowly turning to face Jimin who looked at you with curiosity.

“B-because,” You stammered. “Why would I stay here?”

“Why wouldn’t you? Where else do you have to go?” He asked you. You thought about his words. He had a good point.

You were wanted in seven different states and two or more countries for thievery. You were low. You were nothing and had nowhere to go. And he knew it.

He cautiously took your hand and smiled at you. “I wouldn’t mind the company, it’s lonely here with just the monks and I.”

You looked up at him and frowned. “I’ll stay…for the night. Just one night, while I make up my mind.” You said.

At this he smiled, a genuine smile, and squeezed your hand lightly. “As you wish Y/N.”

After giving you a full tour of the temple, Jimin insisted you let him make dinner for you and since you were feeling rather hungry, didn’t refuse.

You sat up on the table looking around while Jimin prepared chicken of some sort. The clock on the wall told you it was midnight and you yawned stretching your arms.
“Don’t you get tired?” You asked brushing hair away from your face.

He barely glanced over at you and shrugged. “No, I don’t get tired, I don’t sleep.”

You said nothing more and merely watched him cook. He had changed his clothes, he was now wearing a plain black tank top that showed off his muscular arms and what looked to you like they could have been yoga pants or something. It was a far less intimidating outfit then his previous dark leather clothing that he had been originally wearing.
He noticed you staring and looked back at you holding your gaze.

You realized you had been staring and quickly looked away pretending to be very intrigued by the table you were sitting on.

You heard him chuckle before saying, “How are your injuries?”
You absentmindedly reached up and touched your neck where it had been cut to feel that the blood had dried and hardened into a protective layer.

“Um, it’s fine. I forgot about it honestly.” You said with a shrug.

He put down the cooking utensil he had been using and strode over to you. You eyes him wearily unable to tell if his actions were threatening. He gave a reassuring smile and gently lifted your chin upwards with one finger to look at the cut. “I tried to heal you…with magic I mean but for some reason, it didn’t work.” He brought his hand away from your face and looked at you with his eyes full of curiosity.

You were unable to meet his gaze and stared off at a distant spot on the table and merely shrugged.

“Why couldn’t I heal you?” He asked as he gently traced a finger along the side of your face.

“I dunno.” You muttered and tilted your head away from the touch of his hand.

He merely looked thoughtful as he took a last long gaze at you and then he turned and went back to cooking.

You entered the room Jimin originally had you in about a quarter past one in the morning after eating a good meal in which Jimin merely watched you the entire time. It was weird.

Yawning and unable to keep your eyes open, you collapsed onto the bed looking up at the ceiling. The world seemed to spin and you fell into sleep…

You woke with a start laying flat on your back looking up towards the ceiling, no blankets to cover you. Your thoughts were cut off by a loud howling sound from outside the window. You looked over, faint light flooded through the curtains and you felt very cold.

You swung your feet off the bed and walked over to the window pulling open the curtains to see a horrendous snow storm raged outside and your heart sunk. No way could you leave and go out into that.

And yet…a part of you was glad and you weren’t sure why.

You made your way down the halls shivering as the winds howled outside. You felt alone and cold as your bare feet padded down the hall, you started to worry.

What if Jimin had left? Your worries were soon put to rest when you stumbled upon a door that light poured out from underneath. You sighed with relief and put your hand on the door, hesitating before pushing it open.

When the door was open it felt like summer had suddenly washed over you. You were now standing in a beautifully lit and comfortably warm bathhouse.
A couple monks wandered about moving towels and such.
You approached one cautiously shutting the door behind you.
“Ummmm, excuse me have you seen Jimin?”

The monk nodded and pointed to a stall looking thing which a curtain was drawn across.
“Thanks.” You said politely and made your way over.

You weren’t sure why you were looking for him really. I guess you just didn’t want to be alone.
You took a breath pushing the curtain aside and stepping inside.

“Jim…oh.” You started to say his name then stopped as you took in the sight before you.

There was an elegantly designed hot tub built into the floor and Jimin stood beside it with only a towel around his waist.

“Very sorry I didn’t mean too barge in like this I’ll just uh…” You had quickly turned your head away towards the wall as your face flushed and turned red.

Jimin was caught off gaurd slightly but he chuckled. “It’s quite alright Y/N.” And with that he turned back to the tub and let his towel fall as he stepped into it. “Feel free to join me if you want.”

You stared at the ceiling intently fumbling for words. “No that’s, um, I mean…I don’t want to disturb…”

He cut you off holding up his hand. “You’re not disturbing me, I’d be glad for the company. So long as your not uncomfortable.”

You glanced over at him for a second. His back was facing you and he was completely submerged in the water other than his chest and rest of his upper body. “I’m not uncomfortable.” You said uncertainly as your face beet red. Fortunately he couldn’t see that.

“Well then please by all means.” He said motioning to the water.

Grumbling to yourself, you pulled off your shirt and jeans leaving you in your bra and underwear then you cautiously walked to the tubs edge.

He turned his head to look at you. You could see he was eyeing you the way a predator might eye its prey.

You tried not to look at him and dived into the water submerging yourself to hide your body.

When you popped your head back up to the surface he was no longer looking at you but instead, he had his eyes closed and head tilted back enjoying the water.

You stayed where you were and gazed for a long time at him until you realized you were once again staring so you looked away swimming to the edge of the hot tub where there was a seat built into it.

The both of you sat there in silence for a long while before he spoke.“ Why are you so weary of me?” He asked softly and opened his eyes again to look at you. “You don’t have to be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you, you know.”

You looked over at him meeting his gaze. As your eyes met you felt something stir inside you. An odd fluttery feeling that you hadn’t really felt before. It made you blush and you looked away embarrassed and muttering. “I’m not afraid of you Jimin.”

“Even though I’m a god? And vampire?” He questioned you.

You hesitated, it was odd to think of him as someone as powerful as he obviously was. Odd to think that someone as powerful as he was would be in your presence. “You know…” You said finally. “You never told me what you were a god of.”

Now it was his turn to hesitate his brow furrowed in thought. “Well you see I’m the god of love and pleasure.” He looked up at you to see your reaction as if he was uncertain.

You really were not all that surprised, being the way he acted and spoke. If he were a god of anything else then you would have been surprised. “Interesting.” You said simply.

He tilted his head turning his gaze away from you again. “You’re very different…I don’t understand. Usually I can…” He stopped and pursed his lips.

“Usually you can what?” You asked relaxing a little. It felt more casual now. Now that he seemed uncertain.

“Usually it’s easy to…well seduce women, with the use of magical persuasion and to be honest I have tried it countless times on you but nothing.” He said with a sigh glancing at you apologetically.

You were a little taken aback at the statement but you just sighed as well sinking deeper into the water so only your head poked above the water. “I’m immune to magic…any form of it.” I said with a sad tone.

“I’m listening.” He said folding his arms over his chest.

You looked over at him then gave a shrug. “I was sold me into slavery when I was five, after my parents died. I was bought at an auction by the master of the Blood Clan temple because my blood is very valuable and has many different properties. So he kept me to drain me…to sell my blood.” A singular tear fell and you wiped it away quickly. “But I escaped.”

Jimin regarded you with a serious but also gentle gaze. “You’re safe with me.” He said. “If you’ll choose to stay.”

You nodded slowly keeping your gaze on the water. He smiled and before you knew it he was by your side and wrapping his arms around your middle. Your whole face turned red as you remembered he was completely naked and you yourself was only in your underwear and bra.
“Um…Jimin, what are you doing?” You asked.

“Comforting you.” He replied with an almost childlike giggle as he pulled you closer so your body was pressed against his, his head resting atop yours.

“But Jimin you’re…” You tried to say.

“I’m what? Naked? You don’t need to be shy with me Y/N.” he stated.

Your face turned redder at the statement, it felt like you might burn up. “Yes but…”

Jimin cut you off pulling away slightly and putting a finger to your lips saying softly, “Shh, no words my darling.”

You looked up at him dumbfounded and feeling smaller and more embarrassed then you ever had in your life. So you just nodded. Then he leaned in close cupping your face and bringing his lips to yours pulling you into a deep kiss.

But eventually the kiss did end and he let go of your face pulling back away from you and sliding his hands back down around your waist.
“Come to my room with me.” He whispered to you sliding his hands down further to cup your rear.

At this you shivered. Happy little shivers that crept down your spine and moved all through you. I nodded slowly holding his gaze fighting the urge to bite my lip.

As soon as I nodded he lifted you up by your rear and instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. You could feel his growing erection pressing against your crotch which caused more pleasant shivers through you.

He let out a playful growl and began planting little kisses all on your neck and chest as the world blurred around you and suddenly you were with Jimin in a large and astonishingly beautiful room.

“What?” You looked around confused and Jimin laughed.

“Sorry, had to use teleportation. Didn’t want to wait anymore.” Jimin said then as he licked up your neck long and slow all the way to your lips which he then traced with his tongue.

“Oh, I see.” You giggled as he licked on your lips.

He took the opportunity while you were talking to gently slip his tongue into your mouth kissing you deeply. You held onto him tightly gripping the back of his head not wanting it to end. You felt his lips curl into a smile right before he pulled his face away from yours and tossed you gently back onto the bed while he stood at the foot of it.

You lay there as more pleasurable chills shot through you. He studied you for a while tilting his head then grinned at you mischievously snapping his fingers. When he did, your underwear and bra vanished and suddenly you were completely naked before him.

“Oh god.” He groaned licking his lips.

You blushed heavily. To be studied in such a manner as he was studying you as you lay there was beyond thrilling and you were at this point very very aroused. “I bet you’ve never sucked a gods dick before.” He said with a coy smile.

“N-no.” You stammered glancing at his now fully erect penis but trying not to stare.

“Well…you can if you want to.” He said almost shyly, still looking intently at you. Taking in every detail.

You nodded and sat yourself up scooting to the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis was right in front of you and you having never done this before, wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

You looked upwards at him and bit your lip. “I’ve never done this before…” You said worried how he might respond.

“Hmm, it’s okay you just keep looking right at me and put that dick in your mouth.” He said looking at you with a desperate hunger in his eyes.

You nodded again and did as he said, looking at him the whole time, you wrapped your lips around the head and took him into your mouth little by little till you couldn’t take anymore.

At the first touch of your mouth around his dick he let out a little moan seemingly great fun for the touch of your lips. It wasn’t long before you started sucking and licking up and down his shaft like a pro. Teasing and pleasuring him.

“I bet you’re so wet.” He groaned grabbing the back of your head and pushing more of his dick into your mouth.

All you could do was groan a response, your mouth was so full of his dick. He let go of the back of your head and you slid your mouth off of him.

“Get on all fours.” He said, almost demanding but with a hint of pleading. “I need you right now.”

“Yes Jimin.” You said and bit your lip rolling over and getting on all fours.

He crawled up onto the bed behind you and without warning smacked your ass hard causing you to Yelp a little and then giggle.

“I know you want it.” He said with a growl grabbing you by your hips and positioning his dick at the entrance to your soaking wet pussy.

You nodded vigorously still biting on your lip. “Yes I do want it so badly.”

“Well here you go.” He grabbed your hips right pulling you back towards him at the same time he thrusted forward causing him to slam into you hard.

You let out a small cry as the force broke your hymen.

“Oh my god you’re tight.” He groaned starting to move in and out of you slowly.

It was a little painful at first but grew to be less as he moved in and out of you in a steady rhythm. He licked slowly up your back starting to pick up the pace. Your wetness dripped down your thighs coating his dick while he groaned.
Your small cries and whines soon turned to moans of pleasure while he fucked you.

You could feel him going deeper inside you with every stroke and he started going harder. And harder. Till he was pounding into you so hard it made your breasts bounce underneath you and You were moaning louder, begging for him to make you cum.

A couple times he smacked your ass while he fucked you. Making sure to go hard and deep inside you.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” He groaned and you felt his grip tighten on your sides.

“Oh god yes Jimin, cum inside me.” You half moaned half panted.

He reached down and put his hand to your clit rubbing it hard. The action sent you over the edge, sending an electric butterfly through you causing you to cry out as a wave of immense pleasure shot through you and making your hips buck and even more hot wetness drip down your thighs.

Jimin groaned, your orgasm triggering his own and suddenly you felt his hot warm cum fill you up, mixing with your own. He slowed his thrusts to a stop. Shooting every last bit of cum he had to offer deep inside of you.

“Oh my god that was amazing.” You moaned now feeling ready to collapse.

Jimin giggled a little slowly sliding out of you.
“You got so wet.” He said stroking your thighs his dick still erect. “Lay down on your back so I can clean you up.”

“Mmhm.” You moaned and happily obliged, rolling onto your back and spreading out your legs.

He immediately put his head between your legs and started licking and sucking up his and your cum combined in your pussy.

You giggled, every lick sending waves of pleasure through you. He soon finished, licking up every last bit, and slid upwards laying atop you and stroking your breasts looking at you earnestly before kissing your neck and whispering in your ear, “Will you do me the honor of becoming my queen?”

A smile crept to your face and you whispered back softly. “Yes, I will be your queen.”