for once it's not a slap

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Ven… He was here…

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JuminV Week - Day 7 | Spring

For @juminvweek

I TRIED TO BE AESTHETIC OK– Lets end the juminv week with some bittersweet moment shall we because that is what this relationship all about anyway- //slapped Ahhh finally done- Not like what I expect it to be but I am just super tired and I really want to complete this event so–
Damn the week is over and so my life 

Thank you to the wonderful mods, Honestly I love all the prompt, its well picked and choosen //yes
I am happy to be able to complete this, and I hope by the time the next JuminV week I am still in the fandom to angst once more

But but juminzen week is comingggg and I am still considering whether to join or not hhfhfhfhf

Nothing to look forward anymore but in case you guys havent see my previous submission, link is down below~ wwww

New Friends

“Life is worth living again. Another day, life is worth living again.” the last piano note was strummed lightly as Justin pressed down on the key, the sound echoing around the marble room of the entrance hall where his grand piano was displayed in the middle.

It wasn’t often that Justin took time to settle at the large piano and just sing some songs while I watched. He usually left that for the studio room upstairs but today was different for some reason.

Today he actually offered to sing something to me on the piano instead of me begging him like it would usually go down. Without hesitation I agreed, excited to hear the sweet sound of my boyfriends amazingly graceful voice as he sung a melody besides me on the bench. 

I smiled up at the handsome boy with love in my eyes, still so amazed and mesmerised by his talent and the fact that out of all the girls in the world, he picked me as the one he would give his love too. “You’re so amazing Jay.” It came out as a small whisper in the large room, my eyes locked on his honey ones. A smile etched on his face as he leaned slightly inwards, ridding of the space between us both. 

 "I could and will say the same for you.“ His tongue darted out of his mouth, moistening his dry lips in a swift movement. “How did I get so lucky to pick up such an amazing girl?” The simple question had my heart fluttering in my chest.

“The same way I got lucky to be picked up by such a talented guy.” I responded.

Without any more thought in our actions, we both leant forward, connecting our lips together in a familiar kiss that always managed to send shivers and sparks throughout my entire being. 

It started sweet and lovingly, his lips moulding with my own as they squirmed around with mine. The soft flesh of his lips leaving no corner unmarked. Sliding as close as the seat would allow me to over to Justin’s side, I just couldn’t seem to find the closeness I desired. I could never be too close to Justin. 

Finally being fed up with the feeling of distance between my boyfriends and my own bodies, I flicked my right leg up and swung it around his body until I was placed firmly in his lap - lips still fighting against each other. Justin moaned at the proximity of my legs wrapped around him, always being turned on by any contact my body made with his.

His hand that had previously tangled itself in my hair was slowly sliding down my body until it settled on my hip, just next to my butt. His fingers tapped at my hip, teasing me as the once sweet kiss quickly turned to one of hunger and lust. Goosebumps trailed from the area Justin’s fingers tapped at all the way to my core, setting me off as my moan vibrated throughout Justin’s mouth, he knew what was to come next. 

Hesitantly, his lips left mine and began trailing down to the skin on my collar bone, deciding that it was time to give my neck some attention. His mouth worked magics on my neck, biting and nipping at my sweet spot which Justin knew all too well. My head threw back in pleasurable desire, allowing him all the access he wanted to the sensitive area. 

Justin’s hands once again began to travel my body, his hands exploring every imperfection of it, and somehow making all my insecurities flutter away. Squirming down to my hip, his hand squeezed the flesh harshly before trailing further until it found its place at the waistband of my Nike shorts. 

He teased the area, playing around with the fabric, pulling on it to force the impression that he was going to remove them from my body before releasing it, causing it to slap back onto my skin. 

I moaned in aggravation against him, finally becoming impatient as his lustful side began to surface. The cocky, teasingly sexy side to the pop star. The one that everyone desired to get a taste at but couldn’t, since that was for my eyes and my eyes only. 

 "Stop teasing.“ I grunted through the pleasure his lips created, wanting nothing more then to just feel every part of his skin. His smirk recked against my neck in pride of the sexual frustration he brang me, knowing he could get me begging on my knees if he wanted to. For him, I would do anything for his attention, and he loved it.

“Patience, princess.” He rasped, his voice sending heat waves through my core, just begging for his touch. Slowly, his fingers inched down to the most sensitive part of my body. Fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts and through my underwear until he was met with my heated womanhood. 

His touch sent pins and needles to the surface of my clit, his finger rubbing circles roughly causing my mouth to part and small pants to escape my lips. The smirk which rest on his face revealed just how much he really enjoyed watching me practically melt under his touch, all until he suddenly ripped his hand out of my shorts, bringing his finger up to his mouth. “You taste so good baby girl.” He growled into my ear.

An uncontrolled moan rolled off my lips at the raspiness of his voice and without warning, Justin placed his hands on my hips and lifted me off his lap, harshly placing me down on the keys of his grand white piano. As my weight hit the keys, the sound of the cords echoing around the entrance hall made me jump, creating a not so pleasant, out of range tune.

Justin chuckled at my reaction, standing up from the piano bench until he was aligned with my body, then quickly jerked my pants down my leg pulling my underwear along with it. Knowing exactly what was to come next, I lifted my arms to which Justin responded by tugging my shirt over my head, discarding both items of clothing in a pile on the floor.

As I reached behind me to unclasp my lace bra, Justin took the time I was occupied to pull off his shirt and pants and quickly ran to the bathroom on the ground floor, only to return with a condom.

Using his teeth to rip the packet open, he hurriedly pulled out the rubber item inside and began fumbling to remove his underwear. As his fingers played with the hem of his Calvins, I snatched the condom out of his grasp and waited impatiently for him to reveal himself to me.

Once he was standing fully nude, I quickly moved my hands forward to roll the condom on his large member, letting my hand linger an extra few seconds just to get his boner - which was already rock hard - going.

Soon, Justin’s whimpers began filling the echo-y room as my hands ran up and down his dick, begining slow before gradually picking up the speed. Once I felt Justins cock twitch in my hand and his eyes roll back, followed by his head, I was quick to stop pumping, and lift myself up slightly. 

Justin groaned in frustration, more then likely getting the impression that I had stopped pumping just to tease him, but it was far from that. And as I pulled him forward, using my hand to align his dick up to my opening, I think he finally realised that. 

His dark, lust filled eyes flickered up to mine for only a split second, before he suddenly took control, gripping my hips tightly before pounding into my tight heat. The strength and force in his action had me seeing stars, eyes rolling back in slight pain but mass pleasure. 

“Justin.” I groaned in a breath. It almost came off as a whisper, and Justin liked loud. 

“Louder baby, daddy can’t hear you.” He grunted, steadying a pace as he pounded into me.

“Justin!” I moaned just above an indoor voice. Justin bent over, placing his lips on mine for a quick peck, before slowly trailing down my jaw then landing on my neck, his teeth biting and nipping at the skin. My mind went into overdrive at the sensation, Justin smirking because he knew how sexy I found it when he left love bites. 

“One more time babygirl, I’m finding it hard to hear you over the sound of your wetness.”

Once more I opened my mouth, a small squeal escaping as Justin nipped the spot just above my breast, before a loud “Justin baby, Oh God!!” rolled off my tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.

“That’s right beautiful, you make sure you tell everyone who’s fucking you senseless right now.” His tone, raspy and amused, was enough to push my one step further, with my orgasm just around the corner, I couldn’t take it. Especially when Justin made the bold move of placing a finger on my clit, where he then began rubbing circles. 

“Sh-Shit!” 

“Ugh, God baby your so tight. You make me feel so fucking good.” He growled. 

Looking up towards his face, I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight. Justins hair was flipped slightly over his forehead from looking down on me as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. The light reflecting a small layer of sweat against his face, showing how hard he really was into making me feel good.

“Fuck your so hot Baby boy.” After saying this, I quickly sat up, grabbing a hold of Justin where I then wrapped my arms around his torso, digging my nails into his back as he continued. 

“I-I Can’t hold it i-in anymore princess. I’m gonna cum.” He moaned in a strained voice. I smiled, loving the effect we had on each other. 

“Cum for me Jay. C’mon baby.” I urged. 

After a few more strides, I began to feel his thrusts becoming sloppy as he moaned. His dick throbbing a few more times before finally, the warm liquid filled the condom, leaving me to only begin riding off my orgasm.

Justin being Justin, knew I had only began to reach my high and although he had just came himself, he continued to thrust in and out of me, until I couldn’t hold back anymore and made quick to remove Justin from inside of me. Justin quickly moved his arm forward and began rubbing my clit as the liquid from my ejaculation escaped my womanhood, creating a small puddle of arousal on the floor. 

You know he fucked you good when you squirt. 

Once my high had dropped, Justin and I where left a panting mess in each other’s arms. His hand still lay on my clit, a smirk on his face as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. “That was amazing sweetheart.”

“Gotta be on the top ten list.” I muttered, causing a chuckle to escape his throat. Justin stepped back, allowing me space to jump off the keys of the piano and bent down to pick up my shirt. 

Justin did the same, snatching my bra off the ground and handed it to me.

After fastening my bra, slipping on my underwear and shorts, it was just before I had slipped my shirt over my head when the front door suddenly slid open, Za, Khalil, Maejor, Kendall and Hailey all standing on the other side.

“Guess who’s just arrived and is hungry as shit! It’s Za bitches, your lifes just got bette- Holy shit!” 

Justin and I’s heads shot over to look at the intruders, quickly scurrying to tug on the remainder of our missing clothes. With my arousal still on the floor, Justin’s condom tied in a knot placed on the piano and our attempt to hide our revealed body parts with discarded clothes, it was more then obvious what had just gone down here. 

“Seriously guys?” Kendall groaned. 

“What do you mean seriously?!  You didn’t tell us y’all were coming over, and last time we checked, this was our house! We usually have privacy in here.” Justin stated. 

“Yeah but like…On the piano? Really?” Haileys face twisted in slight distraught. 

“Y’all just jealous.” I smirked, walking to the kitchen to roll up same paper towels.

“Damn Y/n! I didn’t know you were a squirter!” Za yelled as I re-entered the room to clean the mess on the floor.

“Ew Za…Just ew.” Hailey mumbled, shaking her head. 

“You know what, we’ll be in the theatre room. You all can join us once your done cleaning up the result of your fuck fest.” Khalil chuckled. They all nodded, all sliding past us and up the stairs, all except for Za, who had gone the opposite direction into the kitchen only to return with a packet of cheetos and a coke can.

Sending us a nod with a mouthful of cheetos, the spastic boy jumped up the stairs, skipping every other step. Once there was no more best friends to be seen, Justin and I looked back at each other both sighing before allowing small giggled to escape our lips. Justin slid forward, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulled me into a slightly sloppy kiss. 

Savouring every moment, I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed when he pulled away.

“Our friends are mentally challenged.” I giggled. Justin chuckled along to my offensive joke.

“I think we need a new address, so they don’t know where to find us and barge in on our sex life again.” Justin sighed.

“Stuff a new address, how about new friends?” I smiled.

“WE HEARD THAT!” Kendall shouted from upstairs.

Justin and I chuckled before reconnecting our lips one last time.

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I really didn’t know how to end this one.

Originally posted by ryxnsven

Look At Me - Request

Summary: Dean is on the phone and reader wants his attention so she makes him hang up to the person he’s talking to.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1.946

Warnings: Not much plot, but loads of smut (rough, bit of spanking, bit of teasing, unprotected)

A/N: I turns out, I did have a Dean request among the Sherlock ones and just now I found out. 

Enjoy!

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

A case, a new threat, maybe just someone calling to say hi; it didn’t matter. She wanted attention, and she wanted it in that exact moment. He was at the library, and she was just at the door, preparing herself to get what she wanted.

“Yeah, sure…” Dean replied listlessly to whoever was on the other side of the line. He was writing something on a piece of paper, and (Y/N) didn’t mind to read it. “OK, yeah…” He continued.

(Y/N) took the pen (or was it a pencil?) out of his hand, throwing it behind her back, then she scrunched the piece of paper and threw it away as well, taking its place on the table to sit. Dean watched every move she made with his lips parted and his eyes focused.

“Jody, I will uh… I have to go…” And with that, Dean hanged up the phone.

“That was easier than expected.” She flirted.

“If my girl comes here wearing that… Everything is easy.” Dean whispered.

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I’m so tired of Tumblr alienating people into two groups

It’s either you’re an SJW or an anti sjw. Either a PoC or white. Either a feminist or not.

You can never have your own independent thoughts or just be independant individual on yourself, you have to be in a group with the same exact opinions and way of thinking. And once you’re in good luck getting out bitches cuz the chances are you’re going to stay there until you die.

And people will judge you forever on based on what group you side with. It’s almost like its mandatory to have a labels slapped onto your profile.

So few people are daring to even accept people for what side that they choose. And im not even talking about just Sjws and feminists, it’s antifeminists and antisjws too. Theyre all a bunch of pathetic people who want to jump into discourse in hopes of winning a pointless argument.

Then the rumours and accusations come in. Get ready to be stereotyped and swarmed with anon hate. Because all Sjws are a whole bunch of nonbinary, teenage liberals that can’t comprehend society or reality so they have to complain and attack everyone with opposing views. And all anti feminists are people who don’t want equality are a bunch of misnogist men or blind women who want only social inequality.


In conclusion, Tumblr is going to start segregation again by splitting people into two fucking groups. And then dividing those, and on and on until everyone is their own group. Tumblrinas don’t give two shit about your personality or opinions, youre not you’re own person, you’re whatever labels you wear.

The Ritual

Vex: offers her feathers to Vax, and offers to hunt down Orcus, on his throne, and to destroy him once and for all, if the Raven Queen will give her brother back. (Rolls a 25 persuasian.)

Keyleth: offers a life together, for them to settle down in Zephra casts a daylight spell into the place where she marked him with her hand. “Besides, you know I’m in love with you right?” (rolls a d20 + her wis modifier: 20 total)

Grog: “I’ve told you before, no one kills you but me.” Slaps the shit out of Vax’s face, tells him he loves Vax too (rolls a 22 intimidation [w/ strength modifier])

What you need to know about Kaisoo/ Kadi (카디):

1/ they have many intimate personal photos for them before debut which was leaked ..

2/They are hyung and dongsaeng but they Don’t go like that they don’t use formal language and call each with bare names even though Kyungsoo call Jongin “ Jonginnii ” which get heard on some videos while the video was not focusing on them ;)

3/ They admit they was going daily before debut to drink coffee (sound dates to be honest ) after training .

4/ they are roommate for years .

5/ spotted by fans : Jongin shoved his eaten lollipop into Kyungsoo mouth who take it gladly .

6/ Jongin called Kyungsoo Jagi ( honey/babe) on stage while he covering his mouth but the mic was open of one of the members next to him so its his Jagi then .

7/ fans always catch Jongin stares at Kyungsoo even if he wasn’t talking to do any activities, and always following him on stage .

8/ so some calling them the (stares couple - the whispers couple since they always whisper into each other ears and take off the mic - and the off stage couple which is my fave cause they really have all their moments off stage and off camera which I mean the official camera not the smart fancams ;) so yeah )

9/ they love watching movies together and them alone No other members invited to their movie night.

10/ they always wear each other shirts and jackets , really so much time , the only members who do this so many times that I lost count , I think its a cute thing .

11/ once Jongin was about to slap Kyungsoo ass so he kissed his hand palm before that , he also always do to tickle Kyungsoo on stage and running away .

12/ One of the members unknown friend said that that member was complaining backwards before debut that he couldn’t get to be close to Kyungsoo because he was stick to Jongin all the time .

13/ so many rumors flow around this couple before and after debut too Really and its Rumors with S .

14/ kyungsoo well wake up in the middle of the night to do something for Jongin to eat , he even buys the medicine for Jongin when he got sick and its to Jongin only !

15/ the members said Kyungsoo is the less one to talk between them but Jongin disagreed by saying : Kyungsoo is not like that you just have to know how to make him speak or a line like that T-T

16/ Kyungsoo always choose Jongin as the sexiest one among the members .

17/ kyungsoo said once that Jongin is his angel .

18/ after the blind gay rumor spread and many fans suspect in them , Jongin suddenly been spotted in a date with an idol from his company and the day after that in the small fnc they had with the band Kyungsoo and Jongin was in obvious awkward and tense situation where Kyungsoo was avoiding Jongin in that day and even the fans who don’t follow this couple said they notice the sadness between those two and the teary eyes they both had .

19/ being in samesex relationship scandal is not a good thing in Korea , if they was really caught on camera on that blind rumor then the company that they work for have a right to manipulate the truth and hiding them under a fake relationship like Jongin was in to cover them and make sure they are save even if its a heartbreaking but thats for their own good .. after several month when people start to question the scandal Jongin was in since there is nothing sound real and people start just to drop it , the couple start to interact more freely and be more normal than the days the rumor and scandal was flying above their head and they are still always stick together .

20/ yeah so now they are in a long term relationship thats started since many years back and they grow old together and will continue :)


If you have more lines to add reblog and write it cause I am sure like hell that I can’t write all the amazing facts about them ❤

Chamber of Secrets - Part 19

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: OKAY WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE. This took longer than I anticipated, but that’s only because I’m trash and I got distracted by another fic idea that I might be doing. 

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Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where reader is Chibs’ niece and she really likes Jax even though he’s with Tara. Includes Tig x Reader friendship too :)

Originally posted by nikitassoul

“Do you think he’ll ever see me as more than just a kid?” You sip your glass of whiskey as you sit cross legged on Tig’s bed, one of your late night chats taking place.

Tig was one, maybe the only one, who knew of your gigantic crush on Jax. You could tell your best friend anything, and he knew you too well to be able to miss your feelings for the blonde biker. But all you seemed to be to Jax was Chibs’ kid niece, young and childish.

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” Tig says honestly as he leans against the head board, his legs outstretched as he nurses his own glass. “What I do know, though, is that you’ll never get your answer unless you tell him how you feel.”

You smile warmly in response, the gesture not meeting your eyes. Sighing deeply, you shake your head, taking a gulp of the amber liquid. “No point, Tiger. He’s loved Tara all his life.”

“Maybe, but the cracks are showing baby girl, and now is your time to shine if there was ever one.” You deliberate the statement in your mind as you’ve done many times before, even though deep down, you know you’ll never tell Jax how you feel.

The door to Tig’s room gets thrown open, the action catching you off guard as you jump. Your eyes widen as you see Tara standing there, the look on her face telling you she’s heard the whole conversation.

“I fucking knew it.” she seethes, you pushing yourself to stand up, ready just incase she tries to attack. She storms towards you, your empty glass dropping onto the bed. “I’ve been trying to warn him about you for months, but he just can’t see it.”

“Are you for real right now? If there’s anyone he needs to warned about its you.” You see Tig get up out of your peripheral vision, giving you space to stand up for yourself but also ready to stop the two of you from clawing each other to pieces.

Her anger turns to humour as she laughs in your face, the cocky smile on her lips something you’re just itching to scratch off. “I’m only gonna tell you once, so listen up. Jax is mine, he loves me. You’re just a desperate, worthless bitch.”

You don’t even realise you’ve slapped her until you feel the sting on your palm, her hand flying to her cheek to cradle her reddened skin. Your eyes flicker to Tig, a proud look on his face as he winks at you.

You can’t rest for long before Tara delivers a slap of her own, you swinging a punch in return as she falls to the floor. Before you know it, you’re both on the floor, the two of you shouting in anger as you fight.

You’re too busy seeing red to notice Tig come behind you, only realising he’s there when he drags you off of Tara, Jax pulling her roughly off the floor as you both try to escape from your captors. “What the fuck is going on?!”

You stop resisting Tig as Jax shouts, a stressed and confused expression on his face as he looks between you and your opponent. You place your hand on top of Tig’s as it rests on your waist, knowing you’re going to need his support before Tara even speaks.

“She’s fucking obsessed with you, that’s what!” Tara shouts, shoving Jax away from her. You feel like you might puke as you stand there, your big secret out in the open. “I questioned her about it and she attacked me!”

“I wouldn’t say calling me a worthless bitch is questioning me, but whatever floats your boat.” you spit sarcastically, ignoring Jax’s burning gaze. She lunges for you again, your clenching fist unneeded as Jax grabs her swiftly, yanking her backwards.

“Out, now!” he orders, leaving no room for refusal. Tara stares at him in shock, unable to comprehend that he’s talking to her. She scoffs, shrugging his grip on her away.

“Fuck you, Jax. I’m too good for this shit.” You look down at your feet at her words, feeling guilty for being partly to blame for their argument.

“Give us a minute, Tig.” You swallow nervously at Jax’s request, Tig removing himself from you. He looks at you for reassurance, not wanting to leave unless you’re okay with it. “I’m not mad, (Y/N).”

Relief floods you, your attention flickering to Jax’s pleading eyes before you nod at Tig, squeezing his arm as thanks before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Is it true?” Jax asks, breaking the tense silence. You stare at your feet as you nod in confirmation, a sigh leaving Jax’s lips. You watch as he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands running over his face as he tries to take in the new found information.

You shuffle on your feet awkwardly as he stares at the wall, brow furrowed as he thinks deeply. He shuffles over, tapping the space next to him, you complying as you shuffle over and sit down.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You roll your eyes, chuckling humourlessly as you pick a loose thread on your jeans.

“What would’ve been the point?” you ask quietly, not being able to look at Jax as he sits so closely, his eyes watching you as he waits for you to continue. “All I am to you is Chibs’ niece. Plus, you have Tara.”

“Had. I had Tara. I ended it just before you went all Jackie Chan.” he teases, nudging your body with his. You smile, shaking your head as you nudge him back, enjoying the closeness.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to say that I’m sorry to hear that. No offence but I kinda hate her.” Jax laughs at your honesty, his sparkling eyes meeting yours, your lungs feeling empty at the little distance between the two of you.

You force yourself to be realistic, smiling sadly at the biker. “Don’t worry, you can save the whole ‘I wanna be friends’ speech. I wasn’t expecting you to return my feelings.”

You stand up quickly, walking over to Tig’s chair and retrieving your jacket, tears prickling at your eyes as you try to resist breaking down. “I should be going anyway.”

You spin around, your eyes wide in shock as you see Jax lean down, his hands grabbing your face as he kisses you. You don’t respond at first, not sure whether you’re dreaming, until you realise this is real life and oh my god Jax Teller is kissing you.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back, his lips feeling nothing short of incredible as they move against your own. Your jacket is forgotten as you drop it to the floor, your hands moving to grip his biceps as his tongue slips into your mouth, your core tingling at the feeling.

Only when you’re completely breathless do you pull away, Jax resting his forehead against yours as the two of you struggle to breathe. You grip his shirt between your fingers, not wanting him to move and ruin the moment.

“We should do that more often.” you say, Jax smirking before he places his lips to your forehead, his arms wrapping around you as he hugs you.

“Sorry it took me so long.”

A/N - Wasn’t sure how I wanted to go about this but I’m pretty happy with how it came out!!! Thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated ❤

From the Dining Table

note: this is the first part of a drabble series that I’m planning to write inspired by songs. I don’t know how frequently this will be updated, it’s more of a when the mood strikes me kind of thing. this first drabble in inspired by Harry Styles’ from the dining table  ♥

Originally posted by lostinbangtan

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: angst

wordcount: 1.3k

“Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too.”


The amber coloured light that sifted in through the old window gave your bedroom a strange, melancholic feel. The dirty coloured glass diluted the pure light into something unclean, the strange hue it filled the place with made you want to pull the pillow over your head once more.

Early morning sunlight was always unforgiving, it never failed to expose what would rather remain unseen.

You knew that escaping into the darkness of your pillow wouldn’t truly resolve anything. The unpleasant light wasn’t the real problem.

By now you were certain your bedroom was cursed.

It was cursed with Park Jimin.

It was in here, on the very bed that you know lay your broken body, that he had slept. More than that, he had rested in these exact same sheets, the off white ones you hadn’t gotten around to washing yet.  And he had sat on your desk chair, and he’d picked up the small rusty trinkets that decorated various shelves and his fingers had glided across your large collection of DVDs. It was quite possible that there was not a single thing in this room that had not been infected by Park Jimin, yourself included.

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A reminder of things that are canon:

  • Dean gives a wave and a smile at a guy that winks at him.
  • Dean winks at a guy and then spends an hour or so in the men’s room.
  • Dean thinks anal sex between men is sexy.
  • Dean has fondled a man’s pelvic bone.
  • Dean thinks Dr. Sexy is sexy.
  • Dean said out loud that a naked guy whose junk he exposed looked good.
  • The last time someone looked at Dean like that, he got laid. The last person to look at Dean like that was Digger Wells.
  • Dean told a guy that he’s a handsome devil.
  • Dean had a gay thing. Dean told his brother about his gay thing.
  • Dean has checked out naked guys more than once.
  • Dean liked Rick.
  • Dean expressed desire to have more people that have lost all their clothes, including at least one man and no women that he knew of, in his life.
  • Dean has a Wild West fetish.
  • Dean got excited by the idea of dragon penis.
  • Dean told a guy his smile lights up the room.
  • Dean told Spanky the Demon that he knew he would use too much teeth giving him a blow job.
  • Dean loves posse. He probably loves pussy too, but only the former is canon.
  • Dean told Cas to blow him.
  • Dean thinks all tattoos are sexy.
  • Dean knows about the Purgatory in Miami.
  • Dean checked out a guy’s treasure trail.
  • Dean slapped a guy on the ass.
  • The start of every porno Dean has watched has two hairy guys in it.
  • Sometimes Dean likes to feel a little give.
  • A monster that infected its victims with saliva and had sex with them in order to accomplish this took a male form for Dean.
  • Dean has never called himself straight or heterosexual on the show. Not once.

Massage

Pairing: EXO Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Trigger Warning: smut af

Word Count: 1711

A/N lol I was so stressed about my exams I went and cried in my bed. then wrote some smut. That’s how you deal with school problems 

Also sorry it literally took me 9 years to write this

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A groan escaped Baekhyun’s lips as he lowered himself into the sofa chair opposite you. You looked up from your phone that sat between your fingers. 

“You alright there?” He landed stiffly in the chair, sighing again once the cushion seemed to wrap around him. 

“I’m so sore…” he grumbled. “We practised endlessly today.”

“Oh dear. They really do work you hard, don’t they?” You mused. Baekhyun shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes crinkling and brows furrowing as he winced at the pain. 

“Ahh, it’s my back.” He looked up at you, his eyes drooping in self sympathy. 

“Do we have any pain killers or something?” you asked, standing up from your seat. “I’ll go and look.” You began to turn away but Baekhyun stopped you. 

“Wait. Maybe you could… possibly…” he began. 

“What?" 

"Give me a massage?” His eyes shone pleadingly and you couldn’t help but agree. 

“Okay. Let’s go to the bedroom then." 

After taking a good couple of minutes for Baekhyun to heave himself out of the couch, he lay down on his front, his chest sinking into the mattress of the double bed.

"Be gentle,” he said, his voice cracking. You chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, I will.” You couldn’t help but smile at his innocence, positioning yourself adjacent to him. You kneeled on the bed next to him, stretching out your knuckles and testing your hands’ flexibility. You placed your hands on the cotton of his t-shirt, gently rubbing circles towards the top of his back. Almost instantly, Baekhyun let out a content sigh. You gradually moved further down his back, continuing the same gentle motion. 

You caught glances at his face, tipped on its side. His eyes were shut, often squeezing together in satisfaction.  

“Jagiii…” he mumbled, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up to expose his skin. You couldn’t help but feel distracted by his voice, his sensual sounds igniting something in the pit of your stomach. You tried to ignore it, assuming he was too tense for what you had in mind. 

He stayed in the same position; you presumed he’d wanted the contact of your hands against his skin. He let out a hiss as your fingers pressed into his back. “Your hands are cold,” he stated. 

“Sorry." You worked your hands over his flexing muscles, pleasing Baekhyun with each movement.

As you continued massaging him, he continued to produce unforgivable moans and groans that you tried desperately to distract yourself from. His lips were parted and his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he were concentrating on something. While you were examining his features, he suddenly turned in your grasp, rolling into his back. His eyes gazed up at you, any sense of tranquillity disappearing as a dangerous and cheeky glint seemed to replace them. He half smiled, a cocky grin playing on his lips. 

"Why don’t we do something we can both get pleasure from?” You mirrored his devilish smile. Taking that as a yes, his arms snaked round your waist as he pulled you atop him. Your lips connected and your long forgotten massage turned into a fiery kiss full of passion and want. 

Baekhyun took control and rolled you both over, so your back was lying pressed against the mattress while he held himself above you.

This time, moans escaped your lips as his hands roamed over your body. At your voice, you felt his crotch harden against you. His fingers crept up your t-shirt, cupping your bra. He smiled and gently pulled it upwards, revealing you only in your bra. His hard stomach pressed against yours as he dipped downwards and connected your lips together again. Both his hands found their way behind your back and unclasped your bra, exposing your chest completely.

His lips moved from yours to wander against your cheek, then your jawline and your neck. All the while, his hands were working at ridding your body from your remaining clothes.

“You feeling better now then?” you murmured, soon followed by a gasp into his hair. He was still sucking at your neck, leaving beautiful marks that claimed you as his own. He held his body up with his hands planted heavily either side of you, locking you into his own personal prison.

“Much better,” he breathed against your neck. You arched your back into his body as one hand came to circle your core. His finger coiled around your clit before entering it inside you. You shivered and pressed your hands into his back, feeling your nails indent small curves into his smooth skin. You melted into his touch, your eyes rolling back and your eyelids fluttering shut in pleasure.

Baekhyun’s lips finished sucking your skin and he began gently nibbling on it. You shuddered in response. You began to feel a line of sweat glistening on your forehead as Baekhyun’s arm movements seemed to go quicker and quicker – now two fingers buried inside you. You moaned and whined out breathlessly, repeating his name like a chant.

You could feel his grin against your skin. His teeth grazed across your collarbones as he cockily smiled at the reaction he’d caught from you. You threw your head back as you were dissolved in pleasure – your first orgasm fast approaching. “Baek… Stop…” you gasped. “I want to cum with you-“ you attempted to stop him, you’d wanted to share your orgasm with him. But he ignored your efforts, his right hand coming to lay gently across your lips.

You moaned into his hand as your high suddenly shook through you – a bold of electricity shattering through your veins. Your heart beat incredibly fast while time seemed to slow down around you. You cried out Baekhyun’s name, your nails pressing deeply into his skin even further. You wondered if you’d left deep marks behind.

As your orgasm finally died down, you were left lying breathless on the sheet. Baekhyun pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to your lips and letting you clean them for him. You gazed at him adoringly, sweat glistening all over your body. Your legs unconsciously crossed themselves, protecting your burning heat from over stimulation.

While regaining your stability, your fingers found their way to Baekhyun’s belt and undid the clasp. You pushed them down his thighs, pulling his boxers down with them. As his rock hard member slapped against his muscular torso, you smiled hungrily, arousal making its appearance once again.

You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking a finger over the head and running your hand up and down. You started to pull yourself out from underneath Baekhyun, expecting you both to change positions so that you could pleasure him yourself, but his hands flew to your shoulders, his iron grip keeping you in place.

“No, I want you too much. Now,” he stated huskily. Happy to comply, you felt his arms return to your thighs, pulling them apart again. He positioned his hips readily, his cock pressing lewdly against your entrance. He was further away from you now, instead of lying directly atop you he was half kneeling lower down. He looked carefully at you, eyebrows raised in question. It was one of the sexiest things a man could do – you thought – showing they’re asking for consent. You reached forward, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.

With this movement forwards, he entered you. You moaned simultaneously into one another’s mouths, saliva mixing between the two of you. He started slow, thrusting at a consistent pace until quickly he began to charge into you. His hips moved so suddenly against you that neither of you could commit or concentrate on kissing, your lips just lying parted against each other. They both sung each other’s names.

“Oh my god,” you rasped, his dick brushing against your one spot of pleasure. His eyes clamped tightly shut as he repeatedly hit that same place inside you, your moans only increasing. His skin shone with sweat, drops even occasionally falling onto your skin as he continued to rhythmically slam into you.

His pace was soon so fast it was almost unbearable. At this point, you’d become putty in his hands and you were an item for Baekhyun to fuck. He’d moved his head to bury it in your shoulder, growling against your skin as he pounded into you relentlessly and unforgivingly. One of your hands buried its way into Baekhyun’s hair, holding him closely while his hips rolled against you. You felt his breath against your collarbone, ragged and erratic as you could feel he wasn’t going to last much longer. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was in pain – the movement probably being ten times more intense than the dance moves he’d performed earlier on in the studio.

A pool of fire flickered in your stomach, your second orgasm igniting in your body. Baekhyun’s thrusts never ceased to slow down, although the steadiness began to falter as he had almost caught up with his end. He panted and groaned, almost as if he were annoyed at himself, until he thrust into you with so much force that you ended up coming together – one another’s fluids mixing and combining as one. Stars dotted your vision as your voice was stolen from you; you bathed silently in bliss while he repeated your name over and over as if it were a hymn.

He sighed out in exhaustion and pleasure, jerking and crashing his chest against yours, lying still against you. For a few moments you both lay there, catching your breaths and gasping for air. It took a few minutes for the room to stop spinning and Baekhyun rolled to the side, falling onto the mattress beside you.

You both continued to stare at ceiling above you. Satisfied and spent.

“Well,” Baekhyun began, “that was definitely one way to loosen me up.”

An intelligent cape

“Well hello there.” (y/n) (y/l/n) was the part of the new London sanctuary and the one whose job was to keep the relicts at their best. It was no secret to anyone in there, that the woman treated them different than most sorcerers. For (y/n) the relict’s weren’t just the mere objects with a little of free will. She always treated them not only as her equals, but also her friends. Taking care of them was the best part of her day.
It wasn’t her only sanctuary. The Ancient One used to sway her once in a while from one sanctuary to other. (y/n) doesn’t mind really. She loved the fact that she got to meet the other relicts always happily getting to know them and spend time with them.
Right now, the woman was sitting on the floor, cleaning the sword that she got from one of the glass-cases, speaking to it calmly and telling it about one of her days from her life.

Doctor Stephen Strange came into the London sanctuary and greeted it’s master. He was informed by Wong, that he should get there for the person who would take care of the relicts in New Your, for them to have a lack of attention for a long while now. An expert, as he called the person.
The master of the sanctuary, tall man with pale skin, looked at him amused when he told why he came there, but didn’t say anything, interested what the doctor will tell the moment he meet the said expert.

“Go down this hallway and at the end turn right. The relicts are at the end of it.” Strange nodded in acknowledgment, walking in the said direction. Not even half way there, hic cloak started to act weirdly, pushing and yanking him in direction of room, as if it couldn’t wait to get there, smacking him in the face every time Stephen tried to keep it in place.
Now when he thought about it, cloak started to act this was when Wong told them about getting an expert, already excited, and they didn’t even left Kamar-Taj at that moment.

The cloak finally stopped its frantic movements when they got to their destination. Not seeing anyone in the aim light of the room, looking around. Out of a sudden, his cloak yanked him hard enough to pull him with itself, surprisingly strong, even for it.
Stephen was shocked when he feet the pull, but it was nothing compared to what he felt when his back collided suddenly with something… or more likely someone, taking the fact that it squeaked at the contact. As much as the cape let him, Strange looked behind him at a (h/c) haired woman, who was giggling at his cape, which was tightly wrapped around her, as if it was hugging her.
“Capey! I haven’t seen you in a while. Would you be so kind to let me go thought?” The cape only tightened around her, pulling her more to Stephen in the process. Woman opened her eyes and looked at sorcerer with slight blush on her face. “It looks like we will stay like this for a while. I’m (y/n) (y/l/n) by the way.”
“Doctor Stephen Strange… the cape seems to like you.”
“Yeah, well. I was taking care of it while I was in New York. We are friends.” She was looking at him for a while. “You are its new human, right? It always have been picky.” Doctor smiled slightly at her words. “What are you doing here by the way?”
“I was looking for an expert of relicts to take him to New York.”
“Her. I am the said expert.” Strange raised his eyebrow at her statement.
“You doesn’t look like one.”
“Well I am thought. The relicts like me.”
“Yeah I did noticed that.” Stephen looked at the cape, which still was wrapped tightly around her frame. (y/n) only smiled at that.


Three hours later, the whole back-to-back situation started to feel awkward for the both sorcerers, who still were standing in the same spot. When Stephen tried to move or unwrap the girl, the cape’s collar started slapping his face, so he simply gave up.
“What have you done to the cape, that it likes you this much?”
“I don’t know. I treated it just the same was I as very other relict.” Strange sighed, looking at the celling. After three hours, his legs started to hurt. Who in earth is this woman for cape to love her so much, and yet not to choose her as it’s master when it had an occasion?
(y/n) on the other hand thought about the time when she was in New York, and her interactions with the cape. She really wasn’t sure why it acted that way towards her… it indeed was hugging her when it had an occasion, but it never was that long. It had to know it was awkward, it was an intelligent cape after all, and yet it was like this.

“So… will you come with me…” Cape once more slapped the Doctor. “I mean with us, to New York?”
“Well yeah. It’s part of my position to change sanctuaries from time to time.” After her words, cloak loosened its grip, letting her go. Girl smiled at that and stretched, turning around to face the master of New York. “Let me just get my things.” The cape pushed Stephen forward, which made him loose his balance and flew forward, right on her. Girl squealed when the booth of them laughed on the ground, Strange’s face right in front of hers blushing one. The cape’s collar stroking her cheek lovingly.
“I’m sorry for that.”
“Yeah…” Still laying in the ground, their eyes meet, pupils in both of their eyes dilated. “I think… I know what the problem…” Before she was able to finish her sentence, cape pushed Doctor’s face forward, making him connect their lips and keeping them like that in an awkward kiss. When finally cape let go, Strange stood up quick, blush on his face.
“I’m really sorry.” He helped her up, not looking at her.
“No. It’s my fault. I always talked with cape about my not-so-good relationships… I think it’s shipping us.” (y/n) looked away, blush on her face.
“It’s… strange.” Girl smiled at his words. “A little awkward, but… maybe you will wat to… I mean…”
“I know a good café in New York… the cape is dancing…” Levitation Cloak indeed danced slightly behind its human’s back.

Tough Introductions

Juice x Reader where Juice is prospecting and the sassy reader has to partner up with him on a job, her less than pleased attitude making for a fun time.

A/N - haven’t proof read so sorry if there are any mistakes!

Originally posted by redwoodyproductions

Double checking your ammo, you shove your gun down the back of your jeans, grabbing your duffle bag and heading towards the bar, everybody else already gathered and ready. “You set?”

You nod in response, tossing the duffle on the table and zipping up your jacket till it reaches just underneath your breasts. “We ready to go?”

“Almost.” Clay says, adding a couple more shotguns to the bag. You look at him questioningly, double checking the group to see who’s missing. “Prospect is coming with.”

“Thought you said this needed to go smoothly.” you sass, not being mentally prepared enough to deal with some inexperienced kid. “Can’t we do it without him?”

“Give him a chance, lassie. He’s got potential.” Chibs argues, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest. “Don’t be too harsh on the poor lad.”

“As long as he keeps out of my way, I’ll behave.” You don’t miss the look that the others share, the expressions of humour and nervousness making you suspicious. “What?”

“There’s been a change of plan, sweetheart. Prospect’s taking Jax’s place.” Tig informs you, a smirk on his lips. You curse loudly, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Is he serious?” Clay nods in confirmation, shaking his shoulders carelessly. You huff, your mood going from excited to pissed off within seconds. “Don’t blame me when this all goes tits up.”

“Sorry if I’m late.” You all turn your attention to the quiet boy who’s just arrived, your eyes widening slightly as his attractiveness before you catch yourself.

“Sure you are.“ you say sarcastically, a snigger coming from the group at your cold tone. “I’ll be outside.”

You push past the timid male, your eyes catching his as you do so, his mouthwatering aftershave creeping up your nostrils and threatening to throw your concentration.

“She seems…nice.” Juice mutters once you’re out of ear shot, the others grinning at one another.

“Good luck today, prospect. You’re gonna need it.” Tig says, slapping Juice roughly on the back as everyone floods out of the clubhouse, ready to complete the task at hand.

Your steps are skillfully silent as you creep towards the back entrance of the club, Juice hot on your trail. It’s hard to focus when he’s close enough for you to feel his body warmth, his breath hot on your neck when you stop to check if the coast is clear.

“I’m Juice, by the way.” he whispers, your eyes rolling at his need for conversation. “It’s nice to meet you…”

“(Y/N).” you finish for him, your hand reaching into your pocket for your lock pick kit. Juice watches you, completely fascinated, your actions nimble and quick as you successfully crack open the door. “Stay close.”

“Right.” he mumbles as you sneak through the door, Juice taking that as his cue to stop talking. You slip through the hallways of the dimmed den, heading for the room where you know the target will be.

“Shit.” you curse as you spot one of the many henchmen heading your way, knowing everything will turn to shit if you’re caught. “Follow my lead.”

You yank Juice towards you by his shirt, connecting your lips to his roughly as he freezes up in shock. Slapping him sharply on the chest, he relaxes, his hands grabbing your hips as he pushes you against the wall, a groan slipping from Juice as you suck lightly on his lower lip.

As the heavy footsteps get further and further away, your lips detaching from Juice’s once you’re sure the coast is clear, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated as he gazes at you. “W-what was that?”

Shrugging your shoulders at his lovestruck face, you check the hallway again, satisfied to move when you see its clear. “Distraction technique. Don’t get hung up on it, Juicey.”

“Juicey?” His words are filled with humor, though you easily detect the slightly flirtatious tone. “Careful, might make me think you actually find me tolerable.”

“Don’t get hung up, I said.” you remind him, glancing over your shoulder at him, your lips twitching as you try to contain your smile. “Let’s go.”

You clink your beer bottle against the rest of SAMCRO as you celebrate a job well done, a chorus of cheers rippling through the loud music. You grin, running your tongue over your lower lip as you head away from the group.

You climb up to the roof, perching yourself down on a box and reveling in the calm, sirens sounding far in the distance. “Wondered where you got to.”

“Congrats on finding me Sherlock.” you sass, Juice taking a seat beside you as you pull out your cigarettes, offering him one before having one for yourself.

“Thought you’d be down there celebrating.” he says, taking a long drag, the smoke getting lost within the California air. “You seem like the party type.”

You hum in response, admiring the city lights. “Guess I just enjoy the quiet sometimes.”

“Yeah.” he mumbles, the two of you silent apart from the inhailing of cigarettes, the atmosphere strangely comfortable. “Why aren’t you at home with your boyfriend or something?”

“Smooth.” you snigger, raising your eyebrows, taking a hefty swig of your beer. “I’m single, asshole.”

“Can’t blame a guy for asking.” he chuckles, you smiling despite yourself. “Lucky, really. I don’t think a boyfriend would be too happy about what happened between us today.”

You spit out your drink, coughing unattractively as you try to recompose yourself. Juice watches on, embarrassed, as you laugh. “Excuse me?”

“You know, the kiss-” You hold your hand up, Juice halting his sentence as you do so.

“It didn’t mean anything, Juice. It was just a job.” you explain, Juice opening and closing his mouth as he searches for a defense. “You get that, right?”

“Sure, totally.” he says unconvincingly, your heart strings tugging at the sadness in his voice. Getting up from your makeshift seat, you head towards the ladder, admiring the slightly naive yet completely interesting prospect in front of you.

“Prove me wrong.” you challenge, Juice whipping his head to face you, disbelief on his face. “Tomorrow night, pick me up at eight. Give it your best shot.”

You can see him smile in the moonlight, butterflies fluttering gently in your stomach. “You’re on.”

How mocking new artists does not help them improve

i´m trying not to get obsessed by this shitshow but i cant help but think how people who think like plebcomics when it comes to mocking others drawings are actually harming art itself.

Like they go on to mock others under the label of constructive criticism, but these are too different things, you can give people advice and not be a dick about it.

when you mock someone who is just starting out, and yes this also includes beginners that are adults they actually feel discouraged in putting their stuff out there, they post their stuff online and then instead of ok your art needs improving heres how, they get your art sucks!!!! And i have seen this happen, that artist well stops posting their art , maybe they stop all together because they feel they aren´t good enough or maybe they do but do it in private.

And the damage is, that if they dont put their art because they dont feel confident out they wont get the constructive criticism they need to improve their own style, so it becomes a vicious cycle.

And i know what some are gonna say that they had their art mocked once but they learn to bear it, move on and improve and that people should stop being so sensitive and if you can´t handle “criticism”(if you can even call that) then they shouldn’t have posted online in the first place.

But here is the thing everyone deals with things different, a person who gets devastated by the insults of others is no less valid, saying those things won´t help them get better, .

Another thing that i have pointed out this stuff has also start to affect the confidence and behavior of even more experience if not talented artists as well, to me there is nothing more heartbreaking that seeing someone sheepishly posts their art that i actually think its good with the caption this is one my characters that sorry if it sucks haha. And just what say to those artist no you are being hard on yourself, you have actual talent, this is really lovely.

maybe at one point someone gave them shit for it, and they just putting a face of being humble and self-hating in other to appease some of the smug trolls. i keep thinking who hurt you for you to think this way.

and i have also been guilty of doing this myself, i once posted a few drabbles of story dialog with the disclaimer i dont know if this is any good because i have seen how nasty people on the internet can be, i wonder if its even worth posting anything if it means sacrificing my emotional well being. I have to slap myself and say that im just starting not everyone is prefect.

And for all their talk of we are just mocking shitty art trends which might even be subject for what is good or not (again not just talking about plebcomics and others as well) they are preventing new talent from showing in the art scene, those people are the true obstacle of self-improvement. Artists who could have gotten better even continue practicing their craft some well into adulthood had they still felt confident.

Trolls who mock first time artists who haven hurt anybody are the destroyers of artistic potential since they put down the joy of creating art, they are just as bad as those Su fans who almost drove a fanartist to suicide by harrasing them.

BTS Reaction: Another idol flirts with you when you're secretly dating

A/N: I may or may not have done this one before but oh well. Hope you enjoy and feel free to request.

Jungkook: Even though he’s the maknae I can see him getting the most angry and bitter. He’d try to hide his emotions but he’d still scoff and roll his eyes as he sees the idol talk to you. He wouldn’t say anything though and instead try to control his anger but once you came back to him he’d immediately grip you arm but once you looked at his facial expression he’d soften trying to smile but you’d know what was wrong. You’d squeeze his hand in reassurance giving it a small kiss and soon his real smile will be back on his face.

Originally posted by jeonify

V: This cutie ahh he would be so oblivious to the obvious flirting and he’d be standing next to you joining in the conversation being his usual happy self. When the idol does ask you out his mouth drops open in shock. He looks at him and then at you. You end up giving him a look to which he manages to hide his shock. “Y/N doesn’t like guys.” V would spill out and this time it would be your turn to stand in shock. “Yeah, I’m not attracted to guys.” You’d try to say convincing and once he walks of you and V are both in fits of laughter.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin: He would get slightly insecure as he sees the tall good looking idol flirt with you but you made sure to keep a distance and show you’re not interested. When he does ask you out you have no time to give him an answer before he’s pulled away to do something. “You’re not going to say yes, are you?” You hear a small mumble from behind you and you turn to see jimin with his sweater paws staring at the ground, a sad expression on his face. “Yeah I am actually.” “Oh.” He’d say looking like he was about to cry. You roll your eyes before pulling him in for a hug. “Hey, look at me.” You say holding his face is that he was looking at you and not the ground. “I love you and only you.” You’d say placing a quick kiss on his cheek before someone noticed.

Originally posted by bangtan

Suga: He would not even let the idol have a chance to speak to you. “She/he is not single.” He’d state in a deep voice from where he was sitting, making the idol look suspiciously between the two of you. You’d try to cover up but Yoongi would stop caring at this point. “She/he is mine and I’m hers/his, so I’d appreciate if you backed off now.” He’d end with a sarcastic smile, the idol clearly getting the message and leaving you to scold Suga for being so mean. “But I love you and don’t want to lose you.”

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Jin: He would start laughing hysterically his whole face going red. The idol would give him a questioning look causing him to cover his mouth in an attempt to stop laughing but it wouldn’t work. You’d say no and once the idol was gone you’d turn to him. “What was that? It was so obvious.” “Its just funny. The idea that you would leave me for him. Look at this handsome face.” He’d say before posing dramatically. You go in to slap him playfully but he grabs you arm pulling you closer and kissing you.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Rap monster: As soon as he feels threatened he wouldn’t care that it was a secret and instead would pull you closer by the waist. “I’m afraid Y/N can’t as she’ll be with me, HER BOYFRIEND.” He’d end with a cute smile waving goodbye to the idol. “You could have done that nicer. Or not let out our secret.” You say pretending to be angry. “Are you angry? I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it, I saw the way the idol was looking at you and only I can do that. I didn’t like keeping you a secret anyway.” He says shrugging, his hands still around your waist, you turn to face him as he kisses your forehead.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

J-Hope: As you talked to the idol he’d start being his loud over dramatic self and randomly start jumping around making it impossible for you conversation to continue. You wouldn’t even be able to hear what the idol has to say as you’d be staring at H-Hope a huge smile on your face. You’d walk over to him and as he tries to pull you in for a kiss you’d shove him lightly as he’d be sweating from all the jumping he’d pour slightly and you’d give in pulling him in for a hug.

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Imprinting

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jacob x Reader

Request: Can u write an angsty Jacob Black imagine where he imprints on the reader? or any Jacob imagine tbh haha

Characters: Jacob Black, Reader, Bella Swan(mentioned)

Word Count: 1033 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cuteness, a few curse words and that’s it

Summary: You and Jacob have been friends for years now. One day, everything seems to change and you have no idea why.

Originally posted by ladystonheart


Originally posted by vixielefox


Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

It was just another rainy day in Forks, Washington. The weather there was always rainy and cloudy, but you were okay with that. You love the weather like that. Sunny weather was okay with you too, but you prefer this type of weather. On your days off from school, you would usually spend time with your best friend, Jacob Black. You both go to different schools, so you don’t see a lot of each other on the week days. But that didn’t stop either of you from skipping classes to go see each other.

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Little Red

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Anger/ Swearing/ Smut/ NSFW

Imagine getting into a heated argument with Bellamy Blake. You raise your arm to slap him, but he catch your wrist. They back you up against the wall and lean down to your ear. In a low, husky voice they whisper “Wanna try that again sweetheart?

A/N: I kind of borrowed this imagine from @multifandom-gabi but i desperately wanted to write it! 

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You’d never been so angry in your entire life, in fact you were surprised that there wasn’t steam coming out of your ears. Of all the stupid things to do, and damn had they done a lot this took the biggest prize.

Not caring that there were Delinquents everywhere shouting at you to stop, you marched to Bellamy’s tent pushing your way in and slamming a hand down on a nearby crate to get his attention.

Bellamy looked up from the make shift desk he’d been sat at, eyes narrowing slightly when he saw it was you. The main group of Delinquents that followed him around had finally caught up and Miller grabbed your arm trying to pull you from the tent.

“Get the fuck off me Miller” you whispered, angry enough right now that you were going to forget your mother raised you to be lady, and hit him real hard someplace he wasn’t going to enjoy.

“Let her go Miller, it’s alright”

“Bellamy?” Miller asked his grip on your arm remaining. Bellamy just waved him off and with a last look at you Miller finally let go and left the tent leaving you alone with Bellamy.

You turned back to the main focus of your rage, eyes glinting with sparks as he just came around the desk leaning against it, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever is the matter little red?”

“Don’t call me that” you warned stalking towards him “I am not in the mood for your shit Blake”

“Really! And what is it I’ve done to upset you this time?”

“Don’t play innocent” you were tempted to smack him and that stupid smirk off of his face. “You sent people to a peace meeting with guns! That was our one chance to make peace with the grounders and you screwed it up”

“Well I’m sorry we can’t all be cosy cosy with the grounders Y/N” he was getting angry now himself the flare of his nose a sure fire give away. “Some of us remember how many people we’ve lost to grounder spears”

“You think I don’t know that. How do you suppose we stop that though Blake? For god sake surely you have some brains in that pretty boy head”

“Y/N” he growled getting up from the desk to put his body close to your own face hovering just above yours. You were tall for a girl meaning he barely had to lean down. “Be very careful with your words right now”

“You don’t intimidate me Blake” sneering you raked your eyes up and down his body “I’ve dealt with guys like you all my life”

“No you haven’t”

“Really and what makes you so special? You think you’re better than everyone else? Think your some sort of leader?” laughing you shook your head at him. “You’re not, a leader would do anything they could to save their people, what you’ve done is sentence us to a battle with people who’ve been fighting their entire lives. Every single one of those kids out there trusts you to protect them, and now every one of their deaths from now on is on your head”  

Bellamy grabbed your upper arms squeezing tightly as he twisted you around so you were pressed between the desk on his body. “You have a big mouth Red”

“I have a brain” breaking his grip on you, you pushed at his shoulders hard making him take a step back so you had room to move once more. “This was our one chance Bellamy and now it’s screwed up”

“The grounders wouldn’t have given us peace Red” Bellamy pushed his hair out of his face glaring at you “I have enough of a brain in my head to realise that. No matter how many peace talks we organise. We’ve stole their land, tortured one of their people and killed others. There is no peace to be had”

“You didn’t know that”

Bellamy snorted “You know what Red if we’re all so stupid around here why not go join the fucking grounders? You’re more like them anyway”

“Maybe I will” shouting you pushed away from the desk to get back into his space, temper igniting once more. “Their friendlier than everyone here anyway”

Bellamy’s mouth curled into a disgusted grimace “yeah well, not all of us can make friends by fucking them”

Yeah, there went all your mother’s lessons, flying straight out of the window as your anger broke free of all its restraints. Raising your hand you went to slap him, hard. Of course Bellamy Blake couldn’t even let you have that much, he grabbed your wrist before your hand could connect. Pulling you forward he pushed you into the pole of the tent your bodies pressing against each other. Raising both your hands above your head and holding them tightly there with one hand.  

“Want to try that again sweetheart?” he asked into your ear as his spare hand gripped your hip hard.

“Get. Off. Me”

“Why?” he nuzzled his nose into your neck as you pulled at your hands. “Don’t like it rough Red?”

“I don’t like you” you spat out eyes flashing. Bellamy laughed the hand on your hip moved to the band of your pants flicking open the button there fingers slipping underneath to rest flat against your lower stomach.

“You sure about that?” he asked “If I move just the tiniest bit further down here what exactly will I find red?”

You didn’t understand why you weren’t moving, why you weren’t trying to throw him off of you. All you knew was that your anger was rapidly changing to something else completely. “Bodies lie”

He really was laughing this time an evil light coming to his face “want to try and prove that red?”

“I told you to stop calling me that” raising your knee in a quick move you took the wind out of his stomach making him finally let go of your hands. He stumbled backwards as you moved forwards pushing him back to his bed.

You tumbled down there with him on his back and you landing on top of him straddling his hips. “One time deal Blake” you warned as desperately you ripped at each other’s clothing.

“Sure Red” he was agreeing to easily but you couldn’t concentrate because somehow he’d flipped you over on the small bed so he was back in charge, pulling quickly to rid you of your pants and underwear. “Open your legs” he ordered. When you didn’t comply instantly his hands went to the inside of your thighs dragging them wide and instantly dropping down burying his face between your legs.

“Fuck” the groan was dragged from your throat as Bellamy’s tongue licked up the juice there.

He was relentless making you writhe underneath him in desperation, all he did though was use his hands to clamp your hips still so he could punish you some more.

“Blake… please” you were begging and uncaring anymore of your pride. You just needed him to finish you.

“Please what?” he asked against your skin.

“I… don’t… Blake”

“Say it red” he order, torturously licking his tongue through your folds once more.

“Let me cum” you finally got out making him smirk.

“Whatever the lady wants” his mouth fastened back against your clit and within moments you’d broken, crying out hoarsely as you laced your fingers through his hair holding him there.

Bellamy crawled back up your body dropping the odd kiss on your hot, sweaty skin until he reached your mouth. “I like you so much better when you’re being friendly Red”

“I can be friendlier” wrapping your legs around him you rolled once more so you were on top of him. “Want me to show you?”

“Fuck yes”

You reached between your bodies taking his cock in one hand moving slowly up and down it a few times before lining him up with your body and sliding so he was deep inside of you.

Using his chest as a stabiliser you let your hips rock back and forth. Riding him hard and fast.

Bellamy sat up underneath you so his face was suddenly close to your own as he kissed you. “God red”

“shut up” you ordered as your rhythm started to fail, orgasm building back up, his hands went to your hips helping you with the movements as you both panted hard, he buried his face in your neck as shuddering you came around him once more, the spasms of your muscles pulling him along with you.

You stayed there for a moment longer getting your breathing back under control before climbing off him and grabbing your clothes from the floor.

“Red?”

“I don’t want to talk Bellamy” you finished with your clothes pulling your hair out from under your shirt. “I’m still furious with you”

“I can tell”

You could hear the smile in his voice so refused to look at him, knowing it would only incite your rage once more. “I have work to do”

“Hey Red?”

“What?” looking at him finally from the door way of the tent, he hadn’t moved still sat naked on his bed, smile plastered on his face as he wiped his mouth with one hand.

“Knew you were a natural red head” he pointed to his head with the statement, you grabbed the nearest thing you could find to hand, his shoe you thought and flung it at his head as you stormed from the tent, the only thing you could hear his annoying laughter.

You hated Bellamy Blake. There was nothing else there. You. Hated. Bellamy. Blake.

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