for once it's not a slap

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Ven… He was here…

Taste So Sweet, Look So Real// h.s (smut)

Hi sweets! This is one of my first dirty imagine or smut that I have posted on here, and I hope that you guys enjoy it! Please let me know if you liked it, so I can do more for you babes. xx

Taste So Sweet, Look So Real

Her eyes were shut in bliss. His on the other hand, eyed the beautiful marks scattered on her skin, grazing over them with his skillful tongue to ease any stinging. They were pressed against the wall, her hands fisting the hem of his shirt will he licked and nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck.

His fingers spread around her lower back, pressing her body into his and bringing his plump, cherry lips to meet hers in a heated kiss. It was messy and sloppy, with clanking teeth and lazy tongues. They didn’t know how they got about here. One minute talking about what they want for dinner, and then the other pressed against the wall in a heated kiss.

Hands- which rested on her jaw, trailed to the back of her bare thighs, making her jump on instinct, and Harry let out a small grunt. She loved it. “B-bedroom,” she gasped, “Please.”

With hooded eyes, he trooped his way to their bed, gasping and breathing hard when he felt her teeth bite down into the plush skin of his neck, making him tighten his grip on her thighs. “Want you,” he murmured, pressing her back carefully into the bed and kissing down her neck, “Need you.”

His words immediately boosted her ego, her confidence sky rocketing, as she pressed her hands against his chest, laying him on his back to straddle his hips and press hers into his. She kissed down his neck, swirling her tongue around the spot that can drive him mad, to which Harry let out a loud moan, clenching tight at the back of her shirt.

He was a groaning and grunting mess underneath her, and he loved it. His own hands pulled at the end of her shirt impatiently and pulling it off of her body in a swift movement. His eyes darkened at the sight of her bare chest, tracing his fingers over the skin of her navel and toying with the hem of her panties.

Whimpers left her mouth, when she felt Harry flip their body’s over, tracing his index finger over her clothed slit, pressing lightly on where her clit could be, watching her with dark eyes. She moaned his name, once, twice making blood rush to Harry’s cock.

Wanting to feel his skin press against hers, she fondled with his shirt, huffing impatiently. Harry smiled cheekily at her, pulling his fingers away and sitting up on her thighs to tug his shirt off.

“So beautiful,” he chanted, because he truly thought that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He trailed his scorching kisses down her chest, tracing around her nipples with his thumb, biting into the plush skin of her breasts. Arching her back beneath him, he felt himself loosing all senses, wanting nothing more than to fuck her into oblivion.

“Need you inside me,” she moaned, “Please.”

He practically ripped her panties off, eyes clouded with lust. He sunk his teeth harshly into her bottom lip, tugging at it and watching it plop back into its place making her whimper underneath him.

Falling onto his back, she straddled his knees, kissing along the middle of his torso, taking her time to swirl her tongue along his inked skin. Her fingers dug into his hips while she pulled down his boxers, kissing his length once, twice, thrice. She saw it slapping against his abdomen, making Harry moan out loud.

His tip was pink and leaking, making her reach her fingers up on his cock and wrap her hand around it to lick his tip and give it a long harsh suck. Harry was completely at her mercy- moaning her name and holding tightly onto the sheets.

“S-stop,” he stuttered, clenching his eyes shut when he felt her warm tongue trace down the length of him. “Want to come- fuck! Want t-to come inside you.”

He was breathing hard and panting messily, when she kissed her way back upon Harry. “You taste beautiful.”

His brows were relaxed and his mouth had fallen into a perfect ‘O’ letting her kiss his neck. “Want you to ride me.” He groaned, when he felt her rub herself against his cock which lied straight on his abdomen, watching his foreskin move swiftly with her movements.

“Baby, please.” Harry was gone. He was turned on to the point that he felt like he would burst if he wouldn’t get inside of her that instant. She lifted her hips, both of their moans bouncing off the walls when she sunk down on him, feeling him stretch her out beautifully and deep inside of her.

She rocked her hips against his, circling and pulling her hips above his before dropping down onto his skin swiftly. The cold metal of his rings dug into her hips when he clutched onto them tightly, guiding her hips over himself.

Chocked out moans trapped his throat. His eyes were hooded and dark, watching her move her body over his, her palms flat against his pecs. Her thighs were now shaking, and she was moaning loud when she was pushed down on her back, feeling Harry thrust into her and grind his hips into hers in a sharp angle making her moan hard and clutch his locks between her fingers.

Chanting her name like a mantra, Harry’s eyes fell closed tightly and his eyebrows furrowed deep with his jaw hanging open. He spilt in her, groaning her name sinfully making her push her hips up on his impatiently.

But Harry didn’t stop thrusting. He was grinding against her sweet spot making her nails dig into his back- hard enough to release her pleasure, but soft enough not to leave any marks.

“Look so pretty. Come on darling, come for me. So lovely,” he said, feeling her pulse against his lips and her whimpers down his spine as he kissed her neck, feeling her body shake and release all over him, making him smirk into her neck. Her vision was blurred and her toes curled against his lower back and let out his name in a loud moan.

He pulled out, watching her cover her eyes with her arms and breathing hard, recovering from her previous orgasm. Feathering his fingers across her body, he pulled himself off the bed from his knees, to return with a wet cloth, wiping down her thighs, feeling her jolt and shake because of how sensitive she felt.

He chuckled, tossing the cloth into the garbage, and pulling her arms from over here eyes to kiss them. She was smiling bright at him, when he pulled their comforter over their heads and kissed her forehead.

“Was that okay?” He asked, twirling her hair around his fingers. She smiled, curling herself against his chest and tipping her neck up to look at Harry. “It was perfect," She smiled, "Thank you.”

What if it’s not just Andrew’s neck

What if, once Andrew’s comfortable with it, Neil likes planting kisses on any part of Andrew’s body in general because he loves how much Andrew slightly loses function and thought processes when he does? Like, just:

Andrew slaps a hand over Neil’s mouth to stop a stupid sentence in its tracks

Neil kisses his palm and smiles under the hand

Andrew pulls his hand away like he’s been burned and points a finger right in Neil’s face in warning, opening his mouth like he’s going to tell Neil off-

-Neil kisses his fingertip, stopping him short

Andrew hisses in a breath and curls the finger back into his fist a few scant inches from Neil’s face and casually says “I will punch you” like it’s a promise

Neil tips forward to very quickly kiss his knuckles and says, “Right in the kisser? Would you do that?”

Andrew swears and walks away without a backward glance

Neil grins and calls after him, “You’re a terrible liar!”

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

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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

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Jon Bernthal in Tony ‘n’ Tina’s Wedding → arm hair edition [requested by: @beardyfrankcastle]

Temptation: Chapter 2 (M)

This was intended to be a one-shot, but after receiving a few requests for a sequel, I’ve decided to turn this into a six-chaptered series. Enjoy!

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Jungkook and Reader

Genre: Werewolf! Jungkook, smut

Warnings: Dom! Jungkook, rough sex

Word count: 4,067 words

Chapter 1 | 2


You tapped the butt of a pen against your desk, resisting the urge to look into Jungkook’s office for the umpteenth time. His week of leave had come and gone, but for a few days after he’d returned to work he’d been so busy that he’d had no time to spare any more than two words for you. It wasn’t entirely his fault that he hadn’t gotten much time for you, you knew that, but he’d been treating you so much like he normally would that you were starting to wonder if the intimacy you shared meant anything to him. If the words he’d said to you were sincere or just a ploy to get into your pants to sate his heat.

“Y/n! Your knight in shining armour has arrived!”

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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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anonymous asked:

what's the worst sex Mulder and Scully ever had?

The worst time? Technically speaking, it was the first time.

They’d just come back from a shitty case well-solved, tired and sore from a dangerous foot pursuit – not to mention the years of denial and longing between them. At the diner where they’d stopped for an early dinner, she’d whispered into his collar, “Take me home with you,” at the same time he’d murmured into her hair, “Come home with me.” They left more than half their food on the table, and dropped a 100% tip.

The door was barely shut behind them before soft kisses turned urgent, frenzied. They were like a couple of drunk high schoolers — yanking at clothes, stumbling over half-off shoes, missing the other’s mouth entirely and landing on a shoulder or ear. Muffled half-words, mixed with groans, panting, unlovely slurping — and laughter, giddy bursts of giggles as the surprising joy of it burst through.

They didn’t make it to the bed — barely made it to the couch. Mulder still had one black dress sock on, and Scully’s un-matching, bottom-of-the-drawer laundry-day undies and bra looked ridiculous flung onto the rug.

His touch on her clit was too light until she showed him how, herself; she came shockingly hard (and loudly) after that. She wanted him inside her, and he was hilariously willing, but he warned her — more than once — that it had been awhile for him and he wasn’t gonna last long.

She shut him down with a growled “For god’s sake just fuck me!” and who was he to deny her?

So he raised up, trying to position himself, and proceeded to miss home base. Thrice.

On the fourth try, with her hand firmly guiding him, he slid in, so deep he thought they might both die right there. He lay on top of her, heart trying to hammer its way out of his ribcage, Scully hot and wet and deliriously needy beneath him, and managed a final warning: “I mean it Scully, I’m — not gonna last —”

She slapped his ass, then grabbed it hard, mashing him against her, and he could feel the inevitable on its way — so he pulled back and slammed into her, once, twice, three times — and that was it, he was gone.

After a blackout minute or two, he was dimly aware of her shaking, but it took him some time to realize it was because she was laughing again. “Oh holy shit,” she gasped, “That was awesome!”

“You liar — no fucking way that was awesome for you,” he moaned, so embarrassed that he half-hoped a tractor beam would breach the ceiling and take him back to the mothership.

Her tongue in his ear made him shiver. “I wanted you inside me,” she purred. His cock twitched, and she clenched her inner muscles around him. A single fingernail traced up his spine. “I couldn’t wait any longer. And I wanted you to lose control …” She bit his earlobe as he finally slid out of her.

“Too fast, though,” he said ruefully, gathering the courage to look her in the eye at last — and he couldn’t help but match her smile. She was radiant. Christ, but he loved her.

“Mulder — unless you have other plans later —”

“What — no! Oh, hell no!”

She laughed, and he rested his forehead on hers, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat. Her breath tickled his ear as she murmured, “Then we have all night to do it again.”

She was planning on staying. He hoped she meant forever. She hoped he knew she did.

Already Occupied

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 ❤

When the team goes back to earth Matt takes Allura on a date to a small Italian restaurant and introduces her to spaghetti and Allura is absolutely horrendous at eating it. Matt found it hilarious how she’d stuff it in her mouth at once and then he tried (keyword: tried) to do the classic lady and the tramp spaghetti kiss scene (he could get away with it. She’s never seen the movie. She doesn’t even know what Disney is) but Allura thinks it’s a challenge and slurps hard and the pasta breaks in the middle and slaps back and smacks both of their faces.

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MIN YOONGI | ONE SHOT

Warnings; SMUT, fuckboy!au, badboy!au, foul language, oral sex, slight infidelity.

Word Count; 3,041

Originally posted by yoonmin

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Slamming the door as you sat in the passenger seat of the car, you struggled to catch your breath. “Sorry it took me so long, my dad and Tommy came home from the store. I had to run here,” you breathed, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

You noticed his jaw clench at that, “Maybe if you didn’t make me pick you two blocks from your house, you wouldn’t have to run,” Yoongi sighed, leaning into his seat.

“Oh yeah, and then you can start coming to family dinners with me and my parents,” you spoke, sarcasm dripping from your words. He chuckled bitterly, “Whatever, I just don’t want to have to slow down for you because you’re tired and can’t keep up.”

Your eyes narrowed at his statement, “Trust me, Yoongi, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” you spat, before removing your jacket from your shoulders, revealing you brand new bralette. You silently hoped that he’d notice it or at least spare a glance your way but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the steering wheel as his hands clutched it tightly.

Arguments between you and Yoongi happened more often then you’d like to admit, but the problem was never sex. If anything, the sex was the only part of your relationship that wasn’t completely and utterly screwed up. It was never a problem before but now, as you sat a few feet away from him, fiddling with you fingers as he made that statement, you couldn’t help but feel insecure in his presence. Wanting nothing more than to put your jacket back on, and screaming a loud, “fuck you,” before slamming his door and running home, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

One year ago, you promised yourself that you’d never catch feelings, simply because Yoongi doesn’t do feelings. But after not seeing him for a whole week, you couldn’t help but realize how much you missed him and grown to like him. The relationship between the two of you was purely physical yet you somehow enjoyed his company more than anyone else in your life. The thought of him being upset or in a bad mood made your heart tug.

“Are you okay? I mean, are you mad for some reason?,” your words were quiet. You had never felt insecure with Yoongi, he always made sure that you were comfortable with everything you guys did but for some reason, his words made you feel off. You weren’t sure if he even wanted you in his car still, although he was the one who messaged you, asking you to meet him.

He didn’t respond for what seemed like hours. The car was quiet as you neatly folded your jacket and threw it behind your seat.

“Should I be mad?,” he snapped, whipping his head around to look at you. His eyes softened as he noticed your bralette and the way your hands fiddled with the hem of your skirt. He pushed his seat backwards. “Just keep up, please,” his words sounded bitter as he pulled you over the center console, onto his lap to straddle him. His voice was harsh but his hands were gentle against your skin.

He placed soft kisses on your collarbones as his hands traveled up and down your thighs. All of your anger and insecurity quickly dissolved into lust. Your arms travelled to the back of his neck, lightly pulling his hair, allowing you access to his lips. You moaned out in pleasure as he kissed you aggressively, tongue slipping into your mouth as you slowly began to move your hips.

You were never a fan of dirty talk or rough sex but after meeting Yoongi, you just wanted him touch you however he wished. It’s been 1 year since you started hooking-up. You met him at a party, where all the seniors were crushing on him. He had already screwed majority of them, along with the juniors in your year. You remember hearing about him a lot, partially from his past conquests but majority of it was from your father, the sheriff. Yoongi has had his fair share of run-ins with the law, nothing too big, just some trespassing, underage drinking but none within the past year.

God, you’re such a slut,” he said as he slapped you rough on the ass. You moaned into his shoulder, lightly biting at the clothed skin. His fingers danced across your lacey bralette before ripping it straight down the middle. “Jesus Christ, I just bought this, Yoongi,” you sighed. He rolled his eyes, not bothering to look you in the eyes or apologize.

Quick kisses landed on your chest before his mouth got caught around a nipple of yours, as his hands lifted the top of your skirt, pulling it up so it was resting mid-stomach. “Slow down, my dad isn’t expecting me back for another 2 hours,” you spoke into his neck.

Your words fell upon deaf ears and he pushed you back into the steering wheel to undo his pants. You eyed his hands, waiting for the moment his member would spring out. Maneuvering your way under the steering wheel, you pushed his seat more back, allowing you the space to give him the blow job of a lifetime as he liked to call it.

The second his member was out of his hands, resting in front of you, you noticed his lack of posture. Why wasn’t he hard? Could Yoongi not get it up? Could you not get it up? After all, it was your job to get him riled up, right? Deciding not to listen to the voices in your head that were telling you that he had simply lost interest in you, you placed him in the palm of your hand. He groaned, as soon as you began to pump him. You watched as he began to harden under your touch.

“Fuck. Hurry up,” he snapped. You halted movement to glare at him, ignoring the fact that his eyes were closed and that he couldn’t see you. He peeked through one eye as he felt you stop. “Ok, if you wanna be a little bitch and not help me get off, then I’ll do it myself.” He pushed your hand away from him and you winced at loss of contact. “Don’t be a dick, Yoongi. Have a little bit of patience.”

You watched him play with his balls, lips watering at the sight of him getting himself off. Waiting for him to harden to your satisfaction, you slowly began tracing circles into your arms. A loud groan left his mouth, causing you to look up at him again, noticing how hard he was. Before you could stop yourself, you placed you hands on his, lowering your lips as you looked up at him through you eyelashes.

Yoongi knew that you hated oral sex. In fact, before you met him, you were anti-dick mouth. He had mentioned several times before that although it was a rarity, you had the mouth of God.

Placing tiny kitten licks against his tip, you softly dragged your nail up and down his cock, causing him to twitch. “Stop fucking teasing me,” he snapped, just as you were about to place him in your mouth.

Had it been any other day, you would’ve stopped and left him to finish himself off but instead you listened, wrapping your mouth around him. You changed positions so now you were sitting on your knees, hands resting around the base of his hard on. You bobbed your head and watched his hands grip the seat. He quickly shot up, thrusting himself hard into your mouth, causing tears to form as you gagged.

“Fuck, get up here,” he lifted you by your armpits so you were straddling him once again. You gripped his dick and positioned yourself over it before he pushed your hips down, sinking onto it. Loud moans made their way out of both of your mouths. “A-ah, fuck Yoongi,” you moaned as he placed feverish kisses along your neck, working his way down towards your breasts once again.

It didn’t take long for the pit of your stomach to tighten. “Jesus, don’t do that,” he slapped your ass as you clenched your walls around his cock. “I think I’m gonna cum soon, Yoongi. I feel it.” At the sound of your words, one of his hands made its way towards your clit, rubbing slow circles as the other hand kneaded the one of your breasts that wasn’t currently occupied by his lips.

“Mmh, yes. Please don’t stop, fuck, I’m so close.” He pulled his hands away from you and detached his lips from you, placing his hands on your hips to lift you up. You winced at the sudden lack of contact that your whole body felt. He was almost completely out of you before he began to slam back into you.

“God, I love your cock,” you screamed as loud as your voice allowed you to. Your walls clenched tighter around him, causing a loud groan to slip out of his mouth.

“Yeah baby, you love my cock,” he said as he continued to ram into you. “You love it because you’re a little whore. But nobody can make you feel like this, not even fucking Tommy.” His words were dry, absolutely no lust or sex appeal in them. You pushed your hands down onto his hips, not allowing him to thrust into you anymore. A wince left your mouth at the lack of friction but enough was enough. You stared at him as he rolled his eyes and let out an angry groan for what seemed like the thousandth time today. His eyes focused on his lap while he avoided eye contact with you, deciding to focus on his cock that was still inside of you.

You tugged on his hair, signaling for him to look up at you. “What’s your problem?,” you sighed. He threw his head back into his seat, combing his hands through it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shrugged. You could feel his member begin to go limp as he shifted in his seat.

“Damn it Yoongi, we aren’t in the fouth grade. I can tell that you’re angry about something so go on, spit it out.” You slowly lifted yourself off of his member causing him to wince. Scooting back slowly so you could place his softening cock into his pants, you looked up at him, “Come on.”

“Fuck, I already told you I’m fine. Stop acting like a whiny girlfriend, you are not my girlfriend,” he snapped at you. You felt your heart sink to your stomach as the weight of his words set in. You aren’t his girlfriend so why did his words hurt as if you were?

“I know that, Yoongi. You’ve been acting like a total dick all day. It wasn’t even enjoyable for me because all I could think about it how much of an ass you’re being right now. I know damn well that I’m not you girlfriend but we’ve been doing this for a year. You’d think you’d wanna at least pretend to care about me, especially when I’m fucking you,” you snapped. The words came out louder than you intended, not realizing that your hands were shaking as they sat in your lap.

You covered your chest as he turned to you, suddenly wishing you had something to cover yourself with but not wanting to have to reach behind your seat to grab your jacket.

Eyes focused on you, he spoke, “Why are you still with him?” You knew all too well who he was referring to. Why did he decide to bring that up right now? That can’t be the reason he’s being a total asshole right now, could it?

Yoongi made it clear that he didn’t want anything serious from day one. No feelings, no relationship, just purely physical attraction. You broke your promise to yourself the day you began to get butterflies when he’d stare at you or when his hands slowly stroked your thighs causing goosebumps to line your skin. Maybe he had broken his promise too, you silently hoped. Although it was highly unlikely that the freshly-graduated fuckboy of highschool would ever grow feelings for the senior good girl.

“Why do you keep bringing up Tommy? Leave him out of it, this is between you and I. He has nothing to do with this,” you said, voice calmer than before. You suddenly flinched as he punched the steering wheel in front of him. Yoongi was never violent around you. You stared at him, eyes wide in shock. “What the fuck do you mean this has nothing to do with him? It has everything to do with him. You can’t have two guys, it doesn’t fucking work like that,” he shouted.

“Stop yelling at me, Yoongi. You’re scaring me,” you tried your best to stay calm, not wanting fear to show in your voice. You weren’t afraid of him, Yoongi would never put his hands on you in a way that you didn’t want him to but this is the first time he had ever yelled at you like that and you had to admit, it was a bit frightening.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just- I don’t understand why you need him when you have me,” he rubbed his temples and rested his head against the steering wheel. Yoongi was never good at showing his feelings and you both knew that.

“Yoongi, stop saying that. You were the one who told me, in the very beginning of whatever the fuck this is, that it was only fucking. No strings attached. You can’t just go back on your word like that,” you said. You weren’t exactly sure why those words were coming out of your mouth when in reality, you wanted nothing more than for him to go back on his words.

“You’re right. I made the rules babe so I can go back on them if I want to.” Your heart beat began to race as you heard the pet name he used for you. His tone was soft and low, “and I want to,” he said.

“Stop doing that. You don’t get to play with my feelings like this. What we have is good, it’s been working but don’t promise me something that you aren’t gonna be able to keep in the long run. You don’t really feel like this, you’ll get over it in a few weeks and you’ll probably go back to fucking other girls,” the words left your lips with an exasperated sigh. You knew Yoongi was being genuine right now but you weren’t sure if he knew exactly what it meant for him to be saying those words.

Silence fell over the car and for once today, it wasn’t completely hostile. “Don’t do that. Not now,” he spoke softly. “Don’t tell me what I feel or what I should be feeling. That is for me, I know what I mean and I know exactly what I’m getting myself into by saying this.”

“And as for other girls,” he paused to rub the back of his neck. “I already told you that I haven’t slept with anyone since we started fucking and I don’t want or need to.”

He leaned over the center console, one hand reaching for your fingers that fiddled with your skirt and the other reaching behind you to grab your jacket. “I’m being one hundred percent right now. No, one thousand percent, that’s how much I want you all to myself. Please,” his eyes pleaded with you.

The gears in your brain began to turn as you pondered the possibilities. “What about my dad?,” you questioned. Yoongi hasn’t gotten into trouble for at least a year but knew that it’d be hard for him to confront your dad after the reputation that he had.

“It’s fine, I’ll just introduce myself to him,” he smiled, realizing that you were actually taking him seriously. He wanted nothing more than to make you offically his since last year. “If he’s anything like his daughter, I’m sure he’ll love me,” he winked at you, a grin playing on his lips.

“Yoongi, don’t ruin this. I’m being serious, I won’t be able to handle it if you fuck up or hurt me.”

“Okay baby, I promise. I won’t do anything dumb,” he squeezed and kissed your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “So does that mean it’s a yes?”

You nodded, slowly. It wasn’t gonna be hard for you to end your relationship with Tommy, in fact, you were relieved that you’d be able to cut him loose.

You met Tommy a few months before you met Yoongi and frankly, your relationship was nothing special. He wasn’t ugly, he just wasn’t…Yoongi. His personality was alright. Your whole relationship started off as a ‘crush’. He confessed to you in front of all of your friends, with his friends standing behind him and you didn’t have the heart to say no so you just nodded and agreed to go on a date with him.

“I’ll talk to Tommy tonight.”

He grabbed your face in his hands and placed kisses along your jawline, cheeks, nose and eyes. “I’m sorry for being a dick, I just couldn’t stand hearing you say his name,” he breathed. “I never wanted to scare you, that’s the very last thing that I’d ever want. You’re my baby and I’m sorry if I pushed it a bit too much today.”

“It’s ok, Yoongi. I know but you can’t just be an ass everytime something happens that you don’t like. And I’m not scared of you, I could never be scared of you.” You nuzzled your face into his hands, craving his touch as the fire in your stomach roared to life again.

“Now that we got that out of the way, how about we finish what we started,” he grinned. It didn’t take long for you to forgive Yoongi, it was always an easy task. You slowly nodded as you hopped over the center console again, “Just try to keep up,” a knowing grin set on your face as you winked at your boyfriend.

An intelligent cape

Originally posted by ltsuitsyou

“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.

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 ❤

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.”

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.
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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