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probably true things about ur sign
  • aries: is like a lil kid and a mother to u at the same time, a perfectionist, has naturally nice eyebrows, appreciates pretty things
  • taurus: can fall asleep anywhere anytime, obsessed with random ass kitchen appliances like cookie cutters and stuff, makes strange but funny noises
  • gemini: rocks anything from tie dye t-shirts to gangster hats, always up for an adventure, down for 3am bike rides, slays at making gingerbread men
  • cancer: doesn't like it when their food touches other kinds of food, will randomly attack you with a cuddle, is the best at keeping secrets, keen for getting outside and actually doing something
  • leo: they're naturally hilarious but won't admit it, thoughtful gift givers, drives with their hand on the steering wheel like they own the world
  • virgo: thinks their socially awkward but can actually make conversation with anyone, facial expressions. so many facial expressions.
  • libra: trusts everyone, does that little innocent smile when they have something to tell you, practically has an endless amount of energy
  • scorpio: they're actually vampires, obsessed with watching movies, always the first to fall asleep at sleepovers, is the one you want on your team when playing just dance on xbox
  • sagittarius: drives to maccas to get mcflurries at midnight, wants everyone to be happy, likes to facetime instead of message, great fashion taste
  • capricorn: can get mad in three seconds but screeches if they see a puppy, their stomachs are bottomless pits that want to be filled with icecream, love going on drives at night with loud music
  • aquarius: chicken nuggets are the center of their world, can lead any conversation into something funny, would trade their sibling for the newest version of sims, have nice nails
  • pisces: big doe eyes, live off cookies and sushi, want to be on everyone's good side, like nights where they have an excuse to dress up fancy,
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Mark 

  • something based off Mark eating the pizza crusts idk 

Jaehyun 

  • Lucky I Lived In America For 4 Years 3 (final)
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#DAIYAWEEK2017 ⚾ DAY 4 ⚾ GROW STRONGER
—favourite character development

right now, you are still only a sprout of a great big eye-catching flower. that flower is small for now, but very strong. what kind of flower will bloom in the future is up to you.

Lance Analysis: sneaky boy values stealth and the element of surprise

ok, i’mma be frank. i have no idea where i’m going with this post, i just wanna talk about an interesting thing i’ve recently noticed with Lance’s character. this is probably gonna be a bit disorganized so i apologize but yeah.

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Kiwi: Part One

A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo



The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.

Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.

The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.

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Not Enough

PAIRING: Reader x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes 

WORD COUNT: 4.1K (it’s a monster)

WARNINGS: SMUT, Threesome, Oral (male receiving and female receiving) ANGST.

Well, it has been a while, I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for a long time. But I poured myself a cup of tea and forced myself to finish this. I’m not sure if I like how this turned out, but it’s better than nothing. This fic is based around the song by James Blunt “Don’t Give Me Those Eyes” you can listen to it here. I hope you enjoy x 

Gif Not Mine

Originally posted by piscesandpercy

Staring at you naked
Hotel room in Vegas
I love you but I hate it
And we can’t tell anyone

Your mind raced as you how you found yourself in this situation. Tony’s big plan of whisking everyone off to Las Vegas for the weekend seemed like such an innocent one. Well as innocent as a weekend in Vegas could be, but still how you found yourself stood fully clothed staring at the two Adonis-like men. Chests bare, their jeans low on their hips. Both of them sporting straining bulges (a fact that you noticed right away) Yeah, you still quite hadn’t worked that one out yet.

“You gonna keep us waiting doll?” your eyes flicked to the brunette with uncertainty. Steve picked up on this, walking over to you slowly as not to startle you.

“We want this (Y/N), we want you. And I know you want us both” well shit. You thought, swallowing the dry lump in your throat. This was dangerous, so dangerous. After all, they were the couple in this situation and they were practically laying it out on a silver platter for you. You were not sure of the rules in this situation; yes you had been with other men before. And often wondered what it would be like with more than one partner in the bedroom, but here they were Captain America and the Winter Soldier wanted to have a threesome with you.

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I’m Not A Kid: Part 3 (Final Part)

I’m Not a Kid: Part 3 (Final Part) (m)

Word count: 7.7k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You finally face Jungkook after he moved away, three years ago.

Parts: one | two (3/3)

It had been three years since you had laid eyes on Jeon Jungkook. Not that you had been keeping count. It was somewhere near almost three. You two were going hot and heavy in secret for two years. Jungkook went to college while working for his father part time. Luckily for you Mr. Jeon had his son working with you most of the time. The two of you actually worked very well together. Then the day came where Jungkook graduated and he came and worked for the company for about half a year but then his dad decided to open and wanted Jungkook to manage another branch in another country.

You were devastated to say the least when you had to hear about it from the whole office and not even your boyfriend, Jungkook. Of course you thought the rumors were just that, rumors. But then you had went into Jungkook’s office and he wasn’t there. All of his stuff had been taken out and you just stood there. You remember the feeling so vividly, it made you sick to your stomach. 

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Irate

(Part 2) | (Part 3)

Summary: 

Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled. 

Word count: 1200 


“This is the training room.”

You nod even though you’re barely processing anything you’re being told.

Three days ago you’d woken up in an abandoned warehouse, with no idea where you were or how you’d gotten there. There were significant gaps in your memory and a you were in lot of pain. Then someone in a red metal suit had entered your field of vision, frowning, and you’d passed out, wondering if it was all some kind of dream. When you’d come to for the second time, you were in the infirmary and this man, (Steve?), started saying something  about a group of enhanced individuals and you being one of them. It took all your willpower to not pass out again.

“We don’t know what your abilities are, but given your enhancements, people are going to come after you. It’s important that you learn to defend yourself.”

You’re still not sure what ‘abilities’ he’s talking about, or what he means by 'enhancements’.

“Training is usually carried out by Natasha or Wanda,” Steve’s speaking again, barely taking notice of you staring at him with eyes wider than plates. “But since they’re away on a mission, we’ll have to find someone else to train you.”  

You nod your head, still trying to understand everything. The names are meaningless to you, and you’re not too keen on getting trained by anyone, especially not if they all have the same stressed out demeanor that Steve seems to radiate. There’s a dull headache beginning to throb at the back of your skull, and honestly, you just need to close your eyes for a bit.

“We should go speak to Fury.”

As if you know who that is. You just nod and follow after him as he hurries along.


Everything about Director Nick Fury is unnerving, from the immaculate state of his office to the way his eye seems to be looking right through you. You swallow hard as he addresses Steve, keeping his eye trained on you the entire time.

“And we don’t know what her abilities are?”

You grit your teeth, still uncomfortable with all the talk of your abilities and your supposed enhancement. You can barely remember your own name.

“Not yet.”

Nick sighs and seems to be in deep thought. After a moment, he turns his body to you. “Can you shoot a gun?”

You look at him incredulously. A gun, you? You could barely hold a kitchen knife without fumbling with it. To hold, no, to shoot a gun? If this was any other situation, you might have laughed. Instead, you shake your head. “No, sir.”

He turns back to Steve. “Well, she’s going to have to learn. Barnes is the best sniper we’ve got. He’ll train her.”

Steve winces, and for a moment he looks like he’s about to say something else, but Fury turns his attention to the screen in front of him, clearly dismissing the two of you.


Steve leads you through the maze-like halls of the compound, until finally, you’re standing in front of large double doors. He pauses and looks to you with a sigh. He seems beat down, dark circles and pallid face. You almost sympathize, but then realize you probably look much the same.

“Bucky’s a good guy, Y/N. Just remember that.”

You’re not sure what he means, or why that’s even relevant, but you don’t have time to think as Steve pushes open the doors and strides inside before coming to a stop in a living-room of sorts, where two people are seated on the couch. Neither of them seem too happy to be in the other’s presence.

Upon seeing Steve, both of them stand, and the one to the right smiles brightly. He’s the first person you’ve seen that looks relaxed at the compound, wearing sweats and a t-shirt and an expression of genuine interest on his face.

“Captain,” he greets, but it’s more out of mock respect than a soldier-like salute, and even Steve’s eyes crinkle. You can tell their friendship goes a long way.  His brown eyes glance at you. His smile doesn’t waver, and it’s so contagious that you can’t hold back the smile that makes its way onto your lips.

If this is Barnes, then maybe training won’t be as bad as it sounds.

Your spare a glance at the person to his left, dressed in the same relaxing attire but looking nowhere near as calm. Every part of this man’s body language screams stress, from head to toe. Upon seeing you, his scowl deepens, and you drop your smile.

“Buck, you’re taking this round of training.”

The guy to the left grins and turns to you. “And I’m guessing she’s the one who needs training?”

Steve nods and you feel your erratic heartbeat slow down significantly. The warning that Steve had given you earlier disappears to the back of your head; the guy seems so chill and laidback, it’s a breather. You smile back, until–

“Oh man, good luck.”

The confusion must show on your face, because the guy turns to Mr. Scowls-A-Lot and claps him on the back. “Meet our resident Grinch, Bucky Barnes.”

Your heart drops to your stomach and Bucky glares at you, fingers curled into a fist. You want to ask him what put him in such a bad mood, but you’re not sure you’ll stay alive long enough to hear the answer.

“Can I talk to you for a moment, Steve?” Bucky’s jaw clenches and his face is slowly turning red. Even Steve, who seems to be in charge here, grimaces. With a sigh, he follows Bucky to the other corner of the room. You plop down onto the sofa.

“I’d say don’t worry but, I’d definitely worry.” You turn to the first guy, and he holds out his hand. “I’m Sam.”

“Y/N,” you shake it, then gesture to the duo in the corner, having a pretty heated conversation. “Is he always this…”

“Grumpy? Only on a good day.” When he sees your face pale even more, Sam laughs. “I’m just kidding. He takes some warming up to, but he’s not a bad guy.”

He repeats exactly what Steve had said, and for whatever reason, the words aren’t reassuring in the least. Bucky and Steve’s conversation seems to have escalated to loud whispers now, and you catch certain phrases here and there, “I don’t know… Nobody seems to… Can’t be trusted.”

The last one hits you hard, and you want to be angry, but Bucky’s right. You barely remember anything about yourself and you have supposed abilities that you’re pretty much in the dark about; even you can’t trust yourself.

The clock on the wall shows the time to be just past two in the morning, and just as the second hand makes its way around the face for the second time, Bucky walks up to you, fists clenched and breathing heavily through his nose.

“Meet me in the training room tomorrow morning. Six a.m. sharp.” He’s less than thrilled about the whole ordeal, and you can only match his level of discomfort.

As he storms out of the room, you throw your head back onto the couch and groan.


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Expecto Patronum

Sooo I’m rereading OotP right now, and idk I just kinda thought of this, so I took the idea and ran with it. Not sure if it’s good or not lmao


As Harry walked into the Room of Requirement, he smiled and happily began setting up for that week’s DA meeting. He was really looking forward to this one, as was everyone else, because he was finally going to begin teaching them the Patronus Charm. Just as he had finished getting everything ready, there was a knock on the door, and Ron and Hermione quickly entered. It wasn’t long until everyone had arrived, and they could finally begin.

The meeting started out as they usually did. Everyone simply greeted each other, and once they had all settled down, Harry explained what they would be doing. At the mention of conjuring a patronus, there were murmurs of excitement going around the room. Just as Harry was about to begin giving instructions on how to do this difficult charm, there was another knock on the door.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged looks of apprehension. Everyone seemed to have the same thought in mind as the three of them: What if it’s Umbridge?

“If it were her, I don’t think she would be so polite as to simply knock,” Hermione muttered, attempting to quell everyone’s worry despite her own being very evident on her face.

Harry gave everyone a look that told them all to remain quiet as he cautiously approached the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, opening the door a crack, through which his eyes immediately spotted a shock of white-blond hair.

Harry slammed the door and turned to the group with wide eyes. Ron and Hermione rushed over to him.

“It’s Malfoy,” he said anxiously.

They all knew Malfoy was keen on getting anyone who wasn’t in Slytherin into trouble, especially those in Gryffindor, and would certainly stoop as low as working with Umbridge to do so.

“Did he see you?” Ron asked.

“I think so, but-” Harry was cut off by yet another knock.

Just like the first knock, it was not one of brute force that demanded entrance, but a polite knock, as if asking permission to come in.

“Maybe you should just…see what he wants?” Hermione suggested.

“Right, and land myself in detention, carving words into my hand for the rest of the year. No thanks, Hermione, I’ll pass.”

“Well you said that you think he saw you, so if what he wants is to rat you out to Umbridge, he would have done it already, but he’s still here.”

Harry looked around and saw that everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Fine. I’ll see what he wants. While I do that, you guys can all just pair up, and practice some of the stuff we worked on previously.”

They all hesitantly did as Harry asked, and Harry then turned back to the door. With a large sigh, he tugged it open and quickly stepped outside so Malfoy couldn’t see who else was in the room.

“What do you want?” Harry snapped, giving Malfoy a sharp glare.

Draco was slightly taken aback at Harry’s hostility, though it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“I wanted to join in on your meeting…”

Harry attempted to feign innocence.

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

Draco rolled his eyes and snorted.

“Come off it, Potter. You act like you all do a good job of keeping it a secret, running around school muttering about meetings and spells together. It’s a wonder how Umbridge doesn’t know exactly what you’re all up to yet. I mean I knew she was quite dense, but come on.”

Harry just stared at Draco for a few moments. Maybe he was just waiting for Harry to confess so he could run and tell her.

Draco could clearly see what Harry was thinking.

“Look, I want to pass my OWLs just as much as you all do. My parents would have a right fit if I received anything less than an E on any of them. And speaking of my parents, well, as you know, my father isn’t exactly…morally correct. I know as well as you that Voldemort is on the rise again, and I’m not going to lie…I’m scared. I put on a show for my father of acting like I agree with Voldemort’s intentions, but I don’t. I want to learn how to defend myself, too, because when it comes down to it, Voldemort doesn’t care about blood status; if he doesn’t like you, it doesn’t matter if you’re pureblood or a mud- er…muggle born. He’ll kill you without a second thought.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. For whatever reason, maybe because Draco was giving him a look that made him feel something funny in his stomach, he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Fine, you can come in. But you’ll have to sign something.”

Harry figured that if Malfoy was just going to run and tell on them all afterwards, at least they would all have the small consolation of him having horrendous acne all over his face.

When the two of them stepped back into the Room of Requirement, everyone turned to stare at Malfoy, and then Harry with disbelief.

“Uhm…we have a new member,” he said awkwardly before grabbing the parchment with all of their signatures and having Malfoy sign.

Everyone eyed Draco skeptically, but said nothing.

“Right, now that that’s all settled, I guess we can get started on patronuses.”

Harry explained the incantation to them all: how to do it, what it’s used for, and how each is unique to the person casting it.

Harry then easily casted his patronus, a great stag erupting from the end of his wand, to demonstrate.

Everyone, especially Draco, Harry noticed, was staring at him in awe.

“So that’s really it. Just think of something really happy, and say the words. It seems quite easy, but don’t be discouraged if you don’t get it right away. It’s really advanced magic.”

They all had forgotten about Draco’s presence and quickly got into groups or pairs, excited to try the charm themselves.

Unsurprisingly, Draco was left without a partner, so Harry begrudgingly offered to work with him. 

Expecto Patronum,” Draco muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time, still without any effect. Harry was beginning to take pity on him. He knew how frustrating it was.

“You’re not thinking of a happy enough memory. Just take a break and try to think of something else while I go around and check on how everyone else is doing.”

Draco simply nodded and watched as Harry walked off to a different group, smiling at Luna Lovegood as she showed him her patronus that took the form of a hare.

Draco sighed and started to feel worse as he watched every other person in the room have a go at the charm. Even if they were unable to cast a clear, full patronus, they all at least had silver mist coming from their wands. Draco attempted the charm once more on his own, but nothing happened. No glorious animal and no silver mist; just utter disappointment. He couldn’t understand why this was so difficult for him, as he had never had trouble with the charms they performed in Defense Against the Dark Arts before.

After Harry had made his rounds, he returned to Draco.

“Ready to try again?” Harry asked cheerily, though he was unsure why. This was Malfoy he was talking to, after all.

“I guess so,” Draco grumbled before raising his wand and saying the words. To no surprise, nothing happened, and Draco rolled his eyes, annoyed with his own incompetence.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Are you sure you’re thinking of something happy?”

Draco shot him a glare but said nothing. He tried and failed a few more times before finally just giving up. Harry looked at him sympathetically, and was about to say something to him, but then he realized the time, and quickly rushed everyone out, assuring them that he’d let them know when their next meeting would be.

Harry hadn’t realized that there was still one person remaining in the room with him. When he turned and saw Draco still standing there, he jumped slightly.

“I just wanted to apologize…for wasting your time.”

Harry shook his head.

“You didn’t waste my time, Malfoy. The whole point of this is to help people learn proper defense. Today’s lesson was really difficult magic that some grown wizards cannot even perform.”

“Well, no one else seemed to have trouble with it.”

“They all knew what we would be doing at today’s meeting and probably read up on it a bit. It’s nothing to beat yourself up about.”

“I couldn’t even get that stupid silver mist to come out of my wand, Potter,” Draco spat.

“It’s okay, we’re going to keep working on it.”

“There’s no point in me even coming again. I’m obviously helpless.”

Harry rolled his eyes at how overdramatic Draco was being, but at the same time, he could see how much this was bothering him, and really wanted to help.

“Maybe it’s your wand movement. Here, watch me.” Harry quickly pulled out his wand and aimed it at nothing in particular. “Expecto Patronum.”

Draco watched, as the silver stag once again appeared. Harry let it trot around for a bit before pulling his wand away.

“Now you try.”

Harry watched as Draco prepared to try again.

“Stop,” he said as Draco began moving his arm. “You’re not starting the motion correctly.”

Harry moved behind Draco and put his hand around his wrist to reposition his arm. Draco blushed at the contact. Harry then helped Draco do the full motion.

After doing this a few times, Harry released Draco’s wrist and told him to try again. This time, a bit of silver mist shot from the end of Draco’s wand, and he quickly turned around excitedly to look at Harry, who was beaming at him.

“Did you see that?”

Harry chuckled.

“I did. See, you’re already making progress. You just have to be a bit more positive.”

Harry then took in Draco’s expression. He was sure this was the first time he had ever seen him smiling in a way that wasn’t sinister or sarcastic. The way his lips so easily curved up into that grin was lovely. Harry’s eyes focused on Draco’s lips for several moments, and he soon realized how close the two of them were to each other. Harry thought back to that funny feeling Draco had given him before, but this time, it was amplified. If before he had butterflies in his stomach, they were hippogriffs now. 

Harry smiled back and took a small step closer, nearly closing the distance between him and Draco, who was giving Harry a questioning look, but not moving away.

From the way Draco was gazing at him, Harry had a feeling Draco felt the same way he did. Without a second thought, Harry closed his eyes and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Draco’s.

It was a short kiss, but they both pulled away smiling, and before either of them could say or do anything else, Draco lifted his wand and, with confidence, shouted, “Expecto Patronum!”

Harry watched as something huge appeared. A magnificent, silver dragon flew about the room, and Harry couldn’t help but grin. He had never seen anything like it. He hadn’t even known it was possible to cast a dragon patronus.

After a while, Draco allowed the dragon to disappear, and he smiled at Harry.

“I guess I just needed something happier to think about.”

Harry blushed slightly but laughed.

“I guess so.”

Draco smiled slyly and leaned in to give Harry another quick kiss.

“I’ll remember that one for next time,” he said with a wink before turning and walking out of the Room of Requirement, looking forward to next week’s meeting.

change in pressure

Warnings: smut, as per usual. and remember use condoms in real life please.
A/N: y’all can thank @sippingchai for this. it works as a prequel to ‘beneath the haze’. and it’s unedited for now!!


She’s still asleep when he steps out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and toothbrush dangling from his mouth. He drops the towel to the floor as he keeps scrubbing at his teeth, padding over to his bag to grab a fresh pair of sweats. He manages well enough with one hand to tug the gray cotton pants up the stalks he calls his legs, before snapping the waistband against his hips.

He makes his way back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth before going back into the hotel room that still smells of sex. The A/C is blasting on low, which is a necessity for multiple rounds of desperate fucking. But now, out of bed and away from her, he’s cold. So he pulls on a hoodie, completing his “I plan to stay in all day” look, and decides to order room service.

She’s always hungry when she wakes up, especially after a night like the last. He grabs the room service menu from the desk in the corner of the room, then slides back into bed beside her and sits up with his back against the headboard. Shawn looks down at her as she sleeps, still, and he can’t stop the way his gut clenches. She’s naked, with the sheets bunched around her waist and tangled in her legs, her back exposed to the cool air of the room as she hugs a pillow to her chest. He feels like the luckiest bastard alive, having her here with him, taking up space in his bed and pulling the air from his lungs.

If only he could figure out how to tell her that.

He forces his attention back to the room service menu, thumbing through pages until he reaches breakfast. He’s busy debating pancakes vs. waffles vs. both when he feels the bed shift to him. He looks over to her and sees she’s stretching, her eyes still closed as her tired bones crack.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs as he closes the menu and drops it on the nightstand. “Sleep well?”

She takes a moment to blink up at him, then lets herself yawn before she answers, “I had a dream we found a cat, so I’m kind of pissed that’s not real.”

Shawn barks out a laugh, his head falling back against the headboard. “I’m sorry, babe. I bet it was a great cat,” he looks down at her, the corner of his lips tugged up into a smile. She rolls her eyes a bit, then smiles back as she pushes herself to sit upright.

“S’okay. I’ll just have to keep my eyes peeled for any feline friends we might come across.”

She’s on her knees now, shuffling her way over to him so she can drape herself across him. She stretches one leg across his lap so she can straddle him, then brings her arms around his neck and presses her bare torso against his way-too-fully-clothed one.

“Hi,” she murmurs, her voice caught low in her throat. Shawn thinks he might have forgotten how to breathe.

“Hi,” he replies, and then his hands are on her, sliding up her thighs to cup her ass, giving her a squeeze before moving to her hips, his obscenely long fingers circling her waist. She looking at him, just looking, while her fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck.

Then she’s kissing him, slow and lazy, while her hips start moving, rolling in leisurely circles down against his lap. He kisses her back easily, and he knows she’s wet already, can feel it. She shifts, grinds herself down against his upper thigh, and gasps a little against his lips. There’s a wet spot on his sweatpants from her that’s already sticking to his skin.

He drags his lips from hers, moving along her jaw to the shell of her ear. He kisses, licks her there before pressing his own hips up, letting her feel what she’s doing to him. Letting her know how fuckin’ hard he gets for her.

“Eager this morning, baby?” he murmurs, his fingers curling into the soft flesh on her hips as she tugs at his hair, moaning a bit.

“M’always eager for you,” she manages to purr against his cheek. She scrapes her nails over his scalp while biting down on his jaw, just to make her point. He grunts, grips her hips tighter and shifts his own to press his clothed cock firmly against her cunt.

God, how he wishes what she says were really true.

Her jaw drops, lips forming a perfect ‘O’ when she finally feels his hard length, snug up against her folds. Her eyes are closed, nose brushing his cheek as clenches her thighs, squeezing her legs against his and pressing herself more firmly to his lap.

“You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you, sweetheart?” He growls, sucking at her earlobe as he wraps his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to him as his knees bend, feet flat against the bed as his thighs slide up behind her ass.

“Always get my cock so hard, baby, always– fuck, always get me so desperate for you,” he’s trying to keep calm, but he’s already so fucked for her he’s not sure how long he’ll last like this. He’s really hoping he doesn’t come in his sweats. He hasn’t done that in like… two years. And never in front of her.

He can’t believe the sex they have is nothing but casual, but that’s how they carry on. When he’s on tour and she can join, they’re best friends by day, casual lovers by night. So that’s how they’ll act until she has to go back to work and he has to hop on a jumbo jet to Europe. He wants to tell her it’s not casual for him anymore, that he’s not looking for anything anywhere else other than what he can find with her, wherever she happens to be.

But he doesn’t say that now.

Instead he brings one of his hands to her hair and gathers it in a makeshift ponytail, pulling the thick locks away from her neck so he can get to work on marking her skin. At least now, when he goes, she can press her fingers to her bruised skin and remember all the ways his lips loved her.

She’s gasping as he sucks at her skin, soft mewls falling from her hips as she keeps up the motion of her hips. She grinds down against him, her cunt dragging deliciously along his cock until she stills, her hips tilted forward. With a slight shift, she finds the right angle to work her clit against his the of head his dick, rocking back and forth just enough to give her aching pussy some relief.

Still, he knows the muscles of her cunt are clenching around nothing and that she’ll need him - his fingers or his cock - to really get the job done. So his hands find her hips again, trying to still her needy movements as he presses quick kisses from her neck to her lips. He pushes their foreheads together, muttering her name in a deep, rough voice to get her attention.

Her eyes snap open, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater as her chest heaves with labored breaths. Her eyes are wide as she looks at him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation as she tries her hardest to keep her hips still.

“Shawn,” she rasps, almost desperately. She wants him to do it, to make the first move. To take control, even as she’s perched on top of him. So he growls and pulls her up, away from his lap but still straddling his legs, her cunt now pressing against his taut abs beneath his sweatshirt.

He pushes his legs forward as he lifts his ass off the bed and gets his hands on the waistband of his pants. She’s already naked, so his sweats are really the only thing in the way. He pushes them down hastily, his breathing heavy as he keeps his gaze on her’s, their noses knocking gently as he shifts around.

He doesn’t bother getting them down any further than his calves, because she’s already dropped herself back into his lap. He groans, head falling back as her slick folds slide against his naked cock, finally. He gets his arms around her waist again, his hands cupping her ribcage so he can drag the pads of his thumbs along the full swell of her breasts.

He pulls her tightly against him, fucking his hips up at just the right angle to drag the head of his cock against her clit. She moans and lets him pull her firmly against him, her tits and tummy meeting his sweatshirt. Her head falls forward into the crook of his neck as their hips grind together, her cunt growing wetter by the moment, soaking both her inner thighs and his cock.

He can’t quite believe it, that he can spend all night fucking her and she still wants him in the morning, still aches for his cock buried deep inside of her. He always tells himself his desperation for her is one-sided. But suddenly she shifts on top of him, the head of his cock now snug against her tight hole, and it feels anything but one-sided.

“Shawn– baby, please,” she all but whines against his ear before dropping her head to press wet kisses to the sneak beneath his jaw. Her hips work in tight circles, and the movement causes her cunt to grind against the swollen head of his dick. He groans, his hips jerking up, almost of their own accord. He’s never been able to resist her for long.

His lips are gentle on her cheek as he coos, “Sh, sweetheart, I’ve got you. M’gonna take such good care of you,” he kisses her jaw, then fucks his hips up again, his cock sinking shallowly into her clenching pussy.

That gets her, and she keens for him. Back arching, she presses herself tighter against him and pulls her hands from her shoulders to cup his neck. The muscles in her thighs jump and she sucks in a breath of anticipation, eyes on his, pleading.

He kisses her, swallowing her moans, then slides his cock deeper into her wet heat until he’s bottomed out. They’re pressed so fucking tightly together, her thighs clenching around his hips as her slick pussy grips his cock like a vice. The only thing between them is the stupid sweatshirt he was too impatient to pull off.

His tongue runs along her lower lip as he pushes the sleeves of his sweater above his elbows, readying himself to give her what she needs. He adjust his hold on her, his arms tightening around her waist as he starts an almost unforgiving rhythm with her. He rolls his hips up in a tight, quick rhythm that buries his cock deeper and deeper in her pussy with each thrust.

She not kissing him back anymore, just panting against his lips and focusing on meeting his hips with her own thrusts as she clenches her cunt, the sweet change in pressure on his cock nearly making him lose his control.

Their thighs slap together as her hips rock hurriedly back and forth, and she revels in the way her clit drags against the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. She’s getting him soaked like this, her pussy dripping on both his cock and his sweater as she rides him.

“God, baby,” he groans into her hair, not able to stay quiet anymore. “You– you’re so fucking tight on my cock, angel,” he mutters, shifting the angle of his thrusts so he can stroke her sensitive spot with each pass of his dick. He can’t help but growl, “So wet all over me, fuckin’ hell.”

He can feel her nod into his neck, agreeing with him but unable to catch her breath to vocalize it. She’s busy gasping at the feeling of the thick heft of his cock stretching her pussy, his head grazing her g-spot so deliciously each time he fucks up into her. She’s so close to coming, so close to falling apart on top of him.

“Baby– babe,” she pants as best she can, turning her head to press her slick lips against his neck. “Gonna– m’gonna come for you, almost– shit, almost there.”

Her voice is a wrecked whisper and his cock twitches at the sound, his own orgasm drawing close. He keeps one arm tightly around her waist as his pace picks up speed, his cock thrusting into her shallowly, still finding her g-spot over and over.

“Then fucking come, baby,” he commands, pushing a hand between their bodies to press the pad of his middle finger against her aching little clit. He slips his finger up against the tight bundle of nerves beneath her swollen hood and works it in quick, tight circles. He knows the direct stimulation is a lot for her, but he also knows it’s making her pussy clench so lovely around his cock.

Suddenly she stills on top of him and throws her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. And then he feels it, feels her pussy spasming tightly around his dick, her muscles fluttering against him. He forces himself to keep his eyes open, despite how overwhelming the feeling is, and watches her instead, watches her fall apart all over his cock.

He’s panting heavily, his hands all over her skin, stroking her in time with the movement of his hips as she comes down. Her hands are in her own hair as she’s still perched on his cock, totally still as she tries to regain control of herself. All Shawn can do is watch, totally fucking mesmerized. And then she’s going again, her hips fucking down against him, working in tight little circles that make her pussy hug every inch of his cock. Fuck, he’s gonna come.

He tells her so much and she smirks down at him before giving his cock a delicious squeeze with the muscles of her cunt. With that, he’s fucking done for. His hips snap up quickly, over and over as he strokes himself through his orgasm, coming with his cock buried deep inside of her.

He doesn’t even realized he’s thrown his head back until he’s coming down, cock twitching inside of her, and he feels her lips all over his neck, his jaw, then finally his own lips. They kiss and kiss and kiss as his cock softens inside of her, but she still makes no move get off of him. He doesn’t care.

It could be hours later, when she finally pulls herself from him with a final kiss and runs into the bathroom. He huffs out a breath after watching the door swing shut behind her and reaches for a tissue from the bedside table to clean himself up.

He’s busy pulling his sweatshirt off, then his sweatpants back up, when she re-emerges.

“I’m thinking,” she starts, as she makes her way back to the bed, her body swaddled in a fluffy white hotel robe, “that we should probably order pancakes and waffles, right? I mean. That was a workout. And you always eat a lot after a workout.” She’s smiling fondly at him as she sits down on her knees next to him, her small hands on his thighs.

She knows him so fucking well, it could make him sick. He wants her to know even more.

He doesn’t say that, though. Never does. Instead, he grins back at her and reaches out to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, babe.”

Arranged Love | Jungkook

Originally posted by jungxook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love, in a forced marriage between you and Jungkook?

Word Count: 4,535

Genre: fluff and soon to be angst

A/N: So, someone requested an arranged marriage series with Jungkook, and someone else requested a scenario where the reader and Jungkook are dating for publicity so I figured I would combine the two and make it into a chaptered fanfic

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Monsta X: the morning after your first time

Shownu:  caring papa bear is caring. He is still stunned at the thought of you completely trustng him and being intimate with him like that, it would touch his heart more than he’d let on. He definitely wouldn’t wait until you woke up to make some decent breakfast and surprise you, and he’d leap off the bed after kissing your forehead and shoulder gently.

Wonho:  he’s stuck in a trance, just staring in awe at your perfection. The way your hair sticks up in some places, hearing you groan his name or something intangible every few minutes, and the way you’re still clinging onto him. He’d rather be nowhere else, this is his haven. Gentle strokes down your arm and back will soon wake you, but he won’t say a word until you’re fully awake to give him a kiss. “Last night was like a dream…I love you, y/n”

Minhyuk:  his heart would feel like it would burst, just looking at you laying there. How can someone so innocent and perfect in every way just steal his heart like that? He feels as if he could move heaven and earth for you if you’d just open your eyes and looked at him in wonder. Ofc he’ll want to hear some kind of reassurance since he didn’t know if every thing he had done was to your liking, his ego will definitely be inflated from now on.

Kihyun:  it would still feel as if he were dreaming, being tangled up with you like that and breathing in your scent and warmth in the early morning. His lips will lazily draw figures over your skin as he closes his eyes, and he’d sigh every now and then, unable to comprehend how this is real and how he got so lucky. He’d want to make sure you weren’t hurt or felt bad anywhere. If you were keen on getting up soon, he’d want to have just a few more sloppy kisses and warm cuddles before you do.

Hyungwon:  the only thoughts running through his mind when awaking were about you regretting it, or that maybe it wasn’t satisfactory enough for you. Those thoughts would disappear soon though, bc you’re clearly still here, limbs sprawled out with his, and he can see a slight shadow of a smile on your sleepy face. He’d avoid talking about the subject to prevent him from blushing like a tomato, but you’ve already achieved that when you woke up and kissed him.

Jooheon:  there’s a part of him that reeeeeally wants to be smug and enjoy teasing you, he even had a few lines rehearsed for when you actually wake up. But…his soft and caring side will come out and he can’t help but act like a shy schoolboy around you now. “Did- did I do okay? Are you okay? Did you like everything, should I have done something different? I didn’t hurt you anywhere, yeah?”

I.M:  ahh changkyun will fall in love all over again that morning. There’s gonna be slight skip to his normal walk and it’s like he’s on cloud nine. He’d have an urge to pull you into his arms and not move for the rest of the week, but he’d want to see your face smiling up at him brightly. Everything felt perfect, as if he’s been waiting his whole life for you and to be with you, like this.

Originally posted by lostinmonstax