he looked scrumptious in this

46. Reflection (ft. BTS’ Jimin)

© photo not mine. 

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Genre: Vampire!Jimin, Fluff, FantasyAU, Fairy!Reader, implied smut (?), lots of babys and darlings and loves, oneshot

Summary:  Who said that vampires led easy lives? For one, they can’t even look at themselves through a mirror. Even at the advent of new technology, they can’t even take a picture through a camera, but Jimin needs everything to be perfect for the biggest ball of the year…

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“Jimin? Are you done yet?” you called from the room as you checked your reflection, your cream dress was spotless and your translucent pinkish green wings sparkled under the vanity lights. Some days, you were glad that you were a fairy because it means that your skin was almost always naturally glowing in the eyes of your fellow night creatures.

“Just a second, darling!” he answered from the bathroom. You caught a sight of Jimin’s black ensemble earlier and you couldn’t help but stare at how it heavily contrasted against his alabaster skin.

“We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up, love. You know how my parents always expect me to be on time because I have wings.” You nagged playfully, sitting down on the bed that you both shared and allowed your legs to dangle off the edge. “I’m sure you look perfect, Jimin. You’re a vampire, you’re supposed to be irresistible.”

You heard a loud, exasperated sigh followed by an equally frustrated groan as Jimin stepped outside of the bathroom or more accurately, stomped right in front of you. He was wearing his tuxedo for the annual butterfly ball, a ball thrown by Lee Sooman every year where all the imaginable creatures of the night are in attendance. Your parents included, of course.

If you were to give your biased, love-struck opinion, he looked incredibly sexy and alluring and lust-inducing… Okay, maybe you should stop right there, but he’s handsome, alright. His protective jewelry was on (no silver, of course), his gray eyes were alluring despite the obvious annoyance in them and his lips looked absolutely scrumptious. Sometimes, you wonder if he had secretly turned you into a vampire because you never seem to sate your thirst for him.

He took your wide eyes and slacked jaw as a sign of disgust instead of pleasant surprise.

“I know, I look awful.” He frowned and you hastily shook your head. “My hair’s a mess, baby.”

You blinked at him. “It’s beautifully disheveled, love. Besides, you can always just look in the m…” your voice trailed off because you slowly realized what you were saying.

If Jimin’s frown could get deeper, it definitely did as he crossed his arms to look at you. He pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow at you, urging you to continue your statement. You jumped off the bed and tried to push him to sit instead but he wouldn’t budge. You knew you didn’t stand a chance when he finally said, “Look in what?”

“Uhhhhh…” you went on for a solid 10 seconds before giving up and smiling sheepishly at him. “Nevermind, Chim… Look, sit down and I’ll do it for you.”

“I want to hear you say it.” He pushed, proving his resilience (or stubbornness) by taking a step forward while you instinctively take a step back. Vampires were predatory in nature, after all.

You gulped and smiled again, hoping to charm him with the fairy glitter that came off your wings. “Sorry, Jimin. I wasn’t thinking…”

“Say it.” He said more firmly this time, his sweet voice changing into the daunting tone he uses when he’s trying to intimidate a prey or an enemy.

“M-M-Mirror… But you can’t and I’m stupid, sorry.” You stammered out, wondering if he was compelling you to spit it out or he was just naturally convincing.

“Okay, I forgive you, but can you help me with my hair?” his eyes softened in a split-second and you suddenly remembered why you had trust issues. “I want to impress your parents. You know that our family doesn’t exactly have the best reputation.”

“Your family has the best reputation among all the vampires in the country, if not the world, Jimin.” You scoffed at him, trying to make him sit again on the bed and this time, he complies. You went to your vanity to grab a brush and rummaged through the bathroom for Jimin’s pomade.  “A bad hair day isn’t going to change that. Besides, you can always convince them with that smile of yours.”

At your words, his lips immediately broke out into a smile and his eyes disappeared behind the crescents that his lids had become. You wrinkled your nose at him and began your work on his hair. He has always been one of those people, mortal or not, who was very particular with his hair. In fact, and you were going to bet your wings on this, he probably doesn’t realize that he literally runs a hand through his hair once every minute.

You suddenly felt very proud that he was allowing you to style his hair that you remarked, “But honestly, the messy look would’ve worked on me.”

You realized, a second later, when you were pinned under him on the bed that you had made a mistake. “The messy look works on me too, babe. You know I’d really like to mess up this little bun you got over here.” He grazed the top of your head with his fingers as he continued to hover over your lips.

“J-Jimin, we’re going to be late…” you moaned out, not very convincing, but at least you tried. “I spent hours on this look too.”

“You’re a fairy, you’re naturally glowing.” He murmured, imitating your previous compliments. “Besides, I really like it when you let your hair down.”

You bit your lower lip, slowly being persuaded by his compliments. It doesn’t help that he was using a raspy voice while saying them. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to win over your heart, but your eyes simply popped right open with a weak warning falling from your lips, “Okay, but I swear to Lee Sooman, if you ruin my dress, I’ll turn you into a toad.”

He smirked and leaned down to capture your lips in a smoldering kiss. He bit your lower lip gently with his protruding fangs, distracting you from the fact that his hand was already around you, dragging the zipper of your dress open.

“Why do you look like you did your hair in the car on the way here?” was your mother’s first statement when brought you aside just as you arrived at the ball. It took all of your self-control to stop you from saying that she was dead-on. Jimin didn’t help either by continuously saying that you smelled so delicious after your little activity, but you kept swatting him away because bite marks on your neck are not the accessories you had in mind.

You tried to smooth out the tangles in your hair by running a hand over it. Your mother helped out and took a pin out of her own hair to fix yours. “Jimin and I… ran into a little mishap.”

“Oh god, I don’t want to hear it.” She rolled her eyes and went to look for your father who was eagerly shaking Jimin’s hand across the room. He caught your eyes and briefly winked at you. His cheekier self always emerges when you give in to his ploys.

Your cousin immediately shimmied to your side and said, “Too bad your fiancé can’t see his reflection…” she remarked and you could read in Jimin’s expression that he could hear every word. You wanted to cover your cousin’s mouth, but she already breathed out the next words. With the click of her tongue, she remarked, “…if he did, he’d know how devilishly handsome he is.”

“I think it’s better that he didn’t. The world isn’t ready for a more flawless version of all that… and honestly, I don’t think I could handle it.” You could see the smirk that played on Park Jimin’s face and you sighed in defeat.

a/n: inspired by a post made by @memeufacturing a long time ago and was reposted by someone on instagram. Part of my ongoing 100 theme writing challenge. This was more of a crack fic, but not on crack? lol hope you liked it! tbh I wrote this for myself so if ya’ll don’t like then… idk I’ll cry?

Papyrus Pairings Drabbles

I couldn’t decide on what ship to write for Valentine’s Day, so instead I offer these 100-word drabbles, containing Papyrus x Many (but not at the same time :P). All are in the Undertale-verse, unless otherwise marked. 

Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody ❤️️

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240. Sirius is not allowed to provide the commentary for the Quidditch matches. Ever.

A/N: Dedicated to Anon. You know who you are.

“Welcome to the 187th Annual Quidditch Match!”

“Oh, I regret this already,” Minerva McGonagall muttered under her breath before speaking louder, “Mr. Black, we do not number our matches that way.”

“Well, we should,” Sirius Black responded quickly, “It would be much easier to keep track of them.”

“I think the system we’re using now works just fine,” she replied dryly.

With a nod and a wink, Sirius said, “Ah, I see. Using the ol’ ‘if it’s not broke, don’t fix it’ mindset. I get it. Change is hard.”

Professor McGonagall looked up at the sky, as though she were sending a quick word to any deity that may be listening above and said, “Mr. Black, when I told you you could fill in for Mr. Harper to do the Quidditch Commentary, you promised me you would behave yourself.”

“Did I?” Sirius asked innocently.

With a glare from his professor, Sirius rolled his eyes, “Yes, Professor. I promise.”

Despite the fact that she felt that should would soon come to regret this, she nodded her head once, indicating that Sirius could start the commentary for the match.

Eager, Sirius immediately called out, “Good morning Hogwarts!”

“It’s 2 in the afternoon,” Professor McGonagall interrupted.

Ignoring her, Sirius continued, “Welcome to our first game of the season.”

“This is our fourth game,” McGonagall corrected.

“On one side, we have the voluptuous, talented, and very courageous GRYFFINDORS!”

Cheers erupted from the audience as the Gryffindor Quidditch team flew out on their brooms onto the stadium.

“On the other side, we have the brilliant, stone-cold, and creative RAVENCLAWS!”

Cheers that matched the same volume from before went out for this other team.

“Let the battle BEGIN!”

“It’s – it’s not a battle,” McGonagall sighed, wondering if she should have brought a flask just to get through this game with Sirius at her side.

“And the balls have been let out,” Sirius said, watching as the two bludgers escaped from the box they were being tied down in and the snitch flirted with the team’s seekers before flying out of sight, “Oh boy, watch out for those two black balls. They look like they mean business.”

The coach stepped out on the field and lifted the quaffle out of its place, quietly lecturing the players about a nice, fair game before blowing her whistle and throwing the ball into the air.

“And the quootle has been set free!”

“It’s the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected him.

“And we’ve got Kelly from Ravenclaw who got a hold of the quootle and is racing away on her broom.”

“Mr. Black, it’s called the quaffle,” McGonagall corrected a second time.

“Kelly’s passing the quootle to Rick. Then back to her. Then back to him. Then back to – whoa. Anyone else feeling a little dizzy here? Surely there’s got to be a better way than just – WHOA! Rick threw the ball and got in into the little circle thing. Too bad, so sad for those Gryffindors. Cause it looks like Ravenclaw has just gotten themselves 15 points.”

“No,” McGonagall said with a deep breath, “It’s 10 points. Only 10.”

“Yeah, but I thought that their cool maneuvering deserved a couple of extra points.”

“That’s not how the game works,” she answered sharply, “you told me you understood the rules of the game, Mr. Black, are you telling me that you have no idea what you’re doing?”

Sirius scoffed, “Of course I know what I’m doing. I live in a dorm with James. Do you honestly believe that James wouldn’t lecture all of us about the rules of Quidditch? Speaking of which,” Sirius jumped up and waved his hand frantically at the players, “HI JAMES! HEY! LOOK AT ME!”

James waved his arm in a ‘go away’ motion before he dived down on his broom, knocking the quaffle out of a Ravenclaw’s hand and racing to put it in his owl goal.

Sirius tutted, clearly not pleased that his friend was ignoring him, “So rude. You’d think he’d take one small moment to say hello. But no. Instead he puts all of his attention on that dang quootle. Shows you what he thinks is most important.”

“Ten points to Gryffindor,” McGonagall spoke into the microphone as James threw the quaffle into the pitch and earned their team their first 10 points.

“Oh no, after that rude treatment he just gave me? I say we take away 20 points from Gryffindor. Start them in the negative,” Sirius insisted.

Rolling her eyes, McGonagall answered, “You can’t just take away points from the teams.”

“Sure I can.”

“No, I assure you that you can’t.”

“Well, fine,” Sirius answered with a huff, “Then I’ll just give Ravenclaw an additional 20 points.”

“You can’t do that either,” she said, pausing as the Ravenclaws scored a second time (they really needed a new keeper), “We can give 10 points to Ravenclaw because they just scored, but that’s it.”

“Ugh, fine,” Sirius answered despondently, waving his hand as though that was going to add points.

McGonagall grabbed the scoring sheet, deciding it would be best if she just did it herself.

“And Roger picks up the quootle and passes it to the gorgeous Kelly,” Sirius continued, pausing for a moment to add, “mm – I wouldn’t mind going out with her, have you seen her? She is gorgeous. Stone-cold yes, but gorgeous.”

“Mr. Black – “ McGonagall started.

Sirius interrupted her, “I’m just adding a little intrigue to the commentary professor. No harm done. Kelly passes the quootle to Rick, who throws it back to Roger, then – INTERCEPTED BY AMELIA! Damn woman. You are looking fine out there.”

“Mr. Black, stop objectifying the female players.”

“Would it make you feel better if I objectified the male players as well?” he asked sweetly, “Amelia passes to Gerry, who is looking scrumptious in that Quidditch uniform. Can I hear a hell yeah from the audience if you agree?”

Sirius looked mighty pleased with himself when a sizeable chunk of fans yelled back, “Hell yeah.”

“Gerry passes it back to Amelia who goes in for the steal and YES! She makes it in past the Guarder of the posts! Should’ve thought twice before going against Gryffindor, Marian!”

Marian, the Ravenclaw Keeper, answered back with a crude gesture.

“Alright, now where is that quootle,” Sirius spoke thoughtlessly as he searched the field for the red ball, “Ah, there it is, and – WHOA! That black ball almost knocked Adrian off his broom! Isn’t someone gonna do something about that?”

“It’s the bludger, Black,” McGonagall replied exasperatedly, “It’s supposed to do that. And another 10 points for Gryffindor.”

“The blooder?” Sirius asked.

“Bludger,” she corrected.

“Blugger?”

“BLUD-GER. 10 points to Ravenclaw.”

Snapping his fingers together in an ‘ah-ha’ movement, he said, “Ah, yes, I know the ball you’re talking about. The blooger. Very nasty ball. Probably invented by a couple of Slytherins hell bent on making children suffer.”

“Mr. Black – “

“I’m just saying,” Sirius answered back, with his hands raised in a defensive position, “If they weren’t so aggressive, Adrian wouldn’t have to be running away from one.”

“He’s not running away,” McGonagall said, tugging on the microphone, “He’s seen the snitch!”

Sirius tugged the microphone back, “The snatch? Hey! Hey everyone! Stop what you’re doing! Adrian’s gonna get the snatch!”

“The snitch!” McGonagall yelled into the microphone, throwing her hands up into the air when we couldn’t grab it out of Sirius’ grasp.

“He’s gonna get it! Any second now. He’s weaving and bobbing and doing much better than Steven with his ugly face.”

“Mr. Black, don’t insult the other players,” McGonagall said on reflex, sitting at the edge of her seat as she watched the two players race for the snitch.

“It’s true,” Sirius answered unapologetically, “His face looks like it caved in on itself. HEY! Do you think that he got hit in the face with a blooger as a child? Repeatedly?”

“10 points to Ravenclaw,” the professor shouted out.

“Anyway, I’m rooting for Adrian to get the ball. His face is slightly less off-putting. In fact I think he’s going to get the ball … now. No, wait… now. Riiiight now! Okay, okay, 1 – 2 – 3 – NOW!”

“Black! You will stop that right now!” McGonagall ordered him, before adding on, “10 points to Gryffindor.”

“He’s reaching – he’s reaching … and … yes! Adrian has got the snatch! 10,000 points to Gryffindor.”

“150!” McGonagall yelled, changing the score, “Gryffindor wins, 180 to 40!”

“Hot damn Gryffindor,” Sirius said, letting out a whoop, “Bet you Ravenclaws wish you would’ve stayed in your beds this morning, huh?”

“Alright, that’s enough, hand me the microphone,” McGonagall demanded, holding out her hand for Sirius to comply.

Sirius did with a smile and asked, “This was fun, Professor. We should do this every time.”

McGonagall answered with a swift and resounding, “No.”

Leading Suspects - Chapter 22

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21.


I wake feeling deliciously happy and warm. Stretching like a cat in my covers before glancing beside me. Peeta’s side of the bed is empty, sheets rumpled and cool. Before I can worry about that, laughter and the scent of fresh coffee waft through the open door and I leap from the cozy bed.

It takes me a moment to locate enough of my clothes to be decent. Once the night bugs emerged last night, Peeta and I returned to his truck only to wind up making out on the front seat until the windows were fogged and we were both breathless and out of our minds with want. He drove us back to the house while I teased him about breaking at least a half dozen traffic laws. We didn’t even make it to the bed in my room, instead christening the floor with our perspiration. It was frantic and fast, and so fucking hot that I’m getting aroused just thinking about it now.

Heading downstairs, I stop in the kitchen doorway to watch as Johanna gives Peeta a lesson on the shelf life of coffee beans, how to select the best roasts, when to grind the beans, and how to use Theo to produce coffee just the way I like it. He’s already in his uniform, must have brought it with him last night, and damn, he looks scrumptious in it. At one point, he looks up and catches me staring at him. And the smile he gives me makes everything warm and tingly.

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Pack Mom 2

Pairings: Derek Hale X Y/n (romantic) Liam Dunbar X Y/n (mother/son)

Warnings: Cussing and arguing

~Moose

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It’s been a couple days since the night we (as in Derek and I) took in Liam. He has just been gold. He uses his manners, cleans up after himself, and controls his anger very nicely.

The reason Derek and I jumped at the opportunity to take him in was because I can’t have children. It was hard knowing we can’t conceive our own children. So, when I gained a mother-son relationship with Liam, I knew I had to take him in as my own. The best part is; it was mostly Derek’s idea.

~

Derek, Liam and I were watching a movie in the living room when my phone started to ring.

“Hey Scott!…yeah, we’ll come over… okay, I’ll get them ready in no time. I’ll see you later,” I hung up the phone.

“Scott wants us to come to the mall for a pack shopping day thingy,” I announce and move my arms in a quirky movement. “Do we have to go Y/n?” Derek asked in a whiny tone. “Of course we do! It’s for the pack, you lazy ass,” I responded cheerfully.

“Y/n…” Liam said quietly but loud enough for me to hear. “Yes sweetie?” I turn to him. “I-I-I umm… I uh, don’t have any clean or new clothes,” He stuttered out quietly with his head down. I walked over to him and brought him in a hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll put your stuff in the wash and Derek will let you borrow a t-shirt and you can wear the jeans you wore yesterday. They can’t be that dirty. And then when we get to the mall, we’ll most definitely getting you new clothes, yeah?” I pulled away to look at Derek for agreement which he reciprocated.

When all of that was said and done, we headed out of the loft and drove to the mall.

~skip car drive~

We met the pack in the food court and then split our separate ways. The first thing I did was drag Liam and Derek to a clothing store. I made Liam try on a whole bunch of clothes in which he liked many of. Except for the turtle neck that he looked so scrumptious in, I don’t understand why he didn’t like it. The world may never know.

We ended up walking out the store with a whole bunch of clothes but he still didn’t have shoes, so I bought him a pair or three.

“You really did not have to buy me all of this, Y/n,” Liam said very appreciative of what I have given him. “Oh, but I wanted to sweetie. You’re like a son to me and I’d do anything for my children,” I start to tear up knowing I can’t have any without adopting. There is nothing wrong with adopting, it’s just I want to feel what it’s like to go through the pregnancy process. “Y/n… why are you crying?” Liam asked with a look of concern. “I’m fine sweet cheeks. Where’s Derek?” I exclaimed to him so I don’t have to tell him in public. “I’m right here babe,” Derek announced his presence and hugged me.

Our moment was cut off by Liam’s whimpers. “Liam, sweetie, are you okay?” I asked but all he could do was point towards the two most awful people I have met.

“Well if it isn’t the little anger management case and two dumbest people I’ve ever met. I mean like, why would you take him in? He just brings problems, he worthless,” Liam’s “mom” told us with so much venom and evil coming out of her mouth. She had her husband behind her and he was hyping her up.

I got angry, real angry. “YOU DON’T TALK ABOUT MY SWEET LIAM LIKE THAT! HE IS AMAZING, HE DOES NOT BRING PROBLEMS, AND HE MOST DEFINITELY IS NOT WORTHLESS! BUT YOU- You are a worthless, trashy, abusive, manipulative, and hateful BITCH!” I yell at that witch, but calmed down towards the end to yell again. Derek had to hold me back, Liam was super upset and I hated seeing him like that. Once Derek got me under control, he turned to the horrific couple.

“If you even talk to, look at or even breathe the same way as MY family, I will personally rip your throats out with my teeth. Got it?” Derek growled at them making sure not to lose his control but he was close. He turned back to us and we left the mall not caring that we left the pack behind. We got in the car but I sat in the back with Liam to comfort him seeing as he had started crying. Once he calmed down, he was knocked out just like a light.

I looked at my gorgeous boys, perfectly content with my family and ready to take on any future problem as long as I have them with me.

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Part 3??

Originally posted by clarkskents

Originally posted by scottisbae

Anon asked: Can I get the iwatobi boys and samezuka boys head cannons: what chubby reader-chan does that makes her more sexy?

Sure thing anon!~ Here ya go, I hope you like it and remember sweeties, no matter your size - strut your stuff honey!~

Originally posted by leonettaisas

Originally posted by animebigworld

——> Iwatobi:


Haru: The way you move in the water, doesn’t matter if it’s in the tub or in the ocean. Haru loves the way your chubby physique looks gliding through the rise and fall of the water, and the way it drips and slides across your plush skin and into the dips and curves of your body. “(y/n)-chan, why don’t we stay in a little longer, you need to get wetter.”

Makoto: How confident you are when you’re around him. You’re not afraid to wear clothing that clings to you or shows what you’re not so happy about. He adores you chubby form and loves the confidence that radiates off of you when you’re together. He’s not complaining about the view he gets either. “(y/n)-chan, I like the shirt, it fits in all the right places, you should wear it more often.”

Rei: Your intelligence about topics that he thought he was only an expert in. You surprise him to no end with your knowledge and your views on certain things. Not only did you have a wonderful body, but you had a wonderful brain too. He loves having deep conversations with you daily as he enjoys your company. “(y/n)-san, you’re exceptional, how about telling me your view on the oil spillage?”

Nagisa: Your cute cosplays that you make and show off to him. He likes to see how creative you can be  when making them and how it shows off your beautiful body. The way the clothing clings to you and how adorable you look. He has a thing with bringing them into the bedroom too and each week it’s a different cosplay that you show off to him. “(y/n)-chan, show me the one, with the little skirt, that’s my favorite.”


——> Samezuka:


Rin: The way you sleep like you don’t have any cares in the world always gets him going. How you’re on your side - your wide hips and the soft rolls of your body on display for him. He likes to hold you when you’re asleep like that, caressing your soft sides and planting sweet kisses on your exposed skin - things he’d be embarrassed to do if you were awake. “You’re so perfect (y/n), never change.”

Nitori: Your unique laugh that sounds like bells to him. He always tries to make you laugh just so he could hear it and when he does, he just smiles and and holds you close. When you’re cuddling he likes to tickle you to hear your laugh and you’ll let out the occasional snort which he finds adorable. He loves how your chubby cheeks light up and your dimples show when you laugh or grin. “Don’t hide your face (y/n), it’s too cute to be hidden.”

Momo: The different underwear you wear around him. You usually go to his dorm to stay the weekends with him and his roommate really isn’t there so you prance around in a tank top and undies. He loves the way your thighs and legs look -so thick and scrumptious. He likes to pick different pairs out for you to get, his favorite are lace and frills. “(y/n)-chan, these are my favorite, you know I can’t help myself when you wear those.” 

Seijuro: Your support for him makes him smile with pride for you. You attend every practice and competition and motivate him to the end. He loves looking up at you as you wave your adorable chubby form around and yell praise down at him. It makes him work so much harder and afterwards, you get an award as well. “Don’t worry (y/n)-chan! I’ll win this one for you babe!”

Sousuke: The way your chubby form looks in his T-shirts. He likes the way the material clings to your form and outlines your curves so well and it’s a bit short on you, making your undies peek out a bit. You just look so cute especially when you blush when you realize the shirt doesn’t really cover some parts. “You look great (y/n), but I think it’ll look better on the floor.”

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Intel ~ Jared Leto Joker

Anonymous: Can you make a Leto joker x reader fic where the joker makes the reader seduce Bruce Wayne so she can get intel on his weaknesses?

Here it is I really hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: None I think.

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

Tonight is the night and you can’t decide if your incredibly excited or dreading the plan that is going to unfold. Being the Joker’s doll you were also very useful to him on missions. Tonight’s mission just so happened to be seducing the very rich and very powerful Bruce Wayne. While you love being a part of your Pumpkin’s missions you hate having to seduce someone. It wasn’t that you aren’t good at it, in fact you’re excellent. It’s more that you would rather keep the flirting and someone touching you between you and the Joker. Although, your Pumpkin needs you to get dirt on Bruce Wayne and that’s exactly what you’ll do. 

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so i was listening to zayn’s like i would and the lyrics are “He won’t touch you like I do / He won’t love you like I would” and can you just imagine rich but goodie-two-shoes!jin and the rebellious trust fund baby yoongi who wears leather jackets and owns a motorcycle. like no matter how cliche it is, i could totally imagine yoongi giving jin rides through the city and whispering sweet nothings to jin. and this could DEFINITELY be the other way around too lsklajg i’m in pain - jinharem anon

jinharem anon oh my god this is so right up my alley

  • yoongi is seokjin’s first ever one night stand and god he’s so embarrassed and ashamed bc he’s betrothed to some prick but he’ll never have to see yoongi again so nbd right
  • he goes to class the next day, uniform all nice and pressed only to find that the guy that’s supposed to be his lab partner all year but hasn’t shown up for a single day is there that day and well guess who it is
  • yoongi in his makeshift uniform of a black leather jacket and loose white tee and ripped denim jeans is just leaned up against the desk staring seokjin up and down like seokjin’s the most scrumptious thing he’s ever seen (and he probably is)
  • “look can we just forget everything that happened yesterday?”
  • “what, that fact that i had you screaming my name all night or that you left this morning without leaving so much as a phone number?”
  • seokjin tries to fight the flush on his face and down his neck and turns his attention to the professor who has just announced a group project with the person they’re sitting next to, yay
  • “so, my place or yours?”
  • seokjin suggests the library instead, a nice neutral space where dirty happenings are likely not to occur no matter how good those grey bangs looked in between his legs
  • except yoongi is yoongi and the study session ends up somewhere between the stacks of b’s and j’s
  • they’d go to seokjin’s house for their project and yoongi would act the perfect gentlemen to his parents, a well-behaved and charming heir of the min family, all the while whispering the filthiest things into seokjin’s ear whenever they look away
  • seokjin feels awful because there’s this intoxicating rush of thrill and exhilaration in being with yoongi, something that keeps him from crumbling under the pressure of being the heir to a prestigious company and he might have a cheating low-life abusive fiance be breaking a ton of rules but he just doesn’t give a shit
  • a few weeks in he confides this to yoongi and yoongi, who was only playing around at first, starts to kinda fall for him
  • bc somewhere along the line yoongi had started to anticipate seokjin’s arms wrapped around his torso as they cruise around the city until they’ve reached their destination, the little-known pier by the sea where seokjin can be vulnerable and where yoongi isn’t quite the bad boy he tries to be
  • yoongi teaches seokjin how to ride his motorcycle which is the ultimate sign of affection bc his bike is his baby and seokjin can be a hazard but he actually does pretty well and yoongi falls even deeper
  • yoongi’s chin is resting on seokjin’s shoulder as seokjin maneuvers the streets carefully, just utterly content but also remembers that they’re not really supposed to be together and he’s just mumbling under his breath
  • “he won’t touch you like I do”
  • “he won’t love you like I would”
  • [insert happy ending here]
Big Brother

a/n: Here it is @camili1. It’s not my best but I hope you still like it love :/

“Are you sure this weekend is the right time?” Harry’s baritone interrupted the silence.

You peeled your eyes from the book to look at him. He’d been chewing his lip, deep in thought no doubt.

“Yes.”

You knew what he was referring to and there was no hesitation in your answer. You’d been dating each other for three months and in that time the only people who knew about your relationship were the two in it. Keeping it a secret hadn’t been easy either, but you had managed to keep everyone unaware.

“But-”

“Harry, it’s been three months, don’t you think it’s high time we tell him? I’m pretty sure my brother would want to know I’m dating his best friend,” you reasoned.

“I’m pretty sure he’ll kill me when he finds out I’ve been going out with his little sister,” he muttered from his corner of the room.  

He’d been awkwardly puttering about your room ever since he’d entered ten minutes ago. You didn’t say anything about it, but your lips tugged into a smile when he accidentally knocked a couple books off your desk and scrambled to right them.

Although it wasn’t his first time in the Tomlinson household, it was definitely his first time in your room in this capacity and clearly the circumstances were making him nervous.

“Relax, babe. It’ll be fine,” you left your old yearbook on the bed and crossed the room to meet him.

“Are you sure we can’t just tell him some other time?” he began gnawing his lip.

Your thumb came up to gently pry his lip from between his teeth, worried that if he kept that up he’d chew it off.

“We’ve already kept it from him long enough. I think it’s time we tell him. And besides what better time than now? Everyone’s home. We can do it at dinner and just get it over with,” you guided his head down, tiptoeing still to place a kiss on his forehead, then moved your lips over his in a reassuring kiss.

“Alright,” he murmured against your lips.

“Good, now let’s go downstairs. I should help mum prepare dinner,” you spun around and froze.

The look on your older brother’s face made your insides drop. You had no idea how long he’d been standing in the doorway, but there was no question he’d been there long enough to see and hear all he needed to.  

You felt Harry tense behind you. Neither of you were sure how to explain yourselves out of this one. Surely this was not the way you wanted him to find out.

“Lou-” you began.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Three months,” Harry supplied.

Your brother’s eyes widened before they narrowed into slits, “You’ve both been going around my back for three months and haven’t said a word?”

The deliberate tone of his voice and seemingly calm disposition unnerved you. Although you’d grown up with him and knew him better than most there were times when he was hard to read, even for you. This was definitely one of those times and you had no idea what he was thinking.

“We wanted to tell you sooner,” you offered.

“Then why the hell didn’t you?” he demanded.

“We weren’t sure how you’d react. We didn’t want you to be mad,” your voice was small and your felt like you were explaining your actions to a magistrate rather than your overprotective older brother.

“Mad? You wait three months to tell me that you and Harry have been dating and you don’t want me to get mad? Fucking hell, Y/N, I’m furious!”

“Louis…” Harry tried.

“Fuck off mate! You didn’t think this was something you should have run by me first?”

“We don’t need your permission to see each other, Louis!” you retorted.

This was the very reason you’d been hesitant in the first place to tell Louis anything. Ever since yours and Louis’ mom and dad split up he’d sort of taken it upon himself to assume a father figure role. And while you were appreciative of him for always looking out for you, his knack for scaring off potential boyfriends and stifling your relationships was debilitating.

Honestly, you kind of expected him to be supportive when he found out. Harry was, after all, his best friend. He trusted him, didn’t he?  

Louis’ eyes darted back and forth between the two of you before he shook his head, rolled his eyes and walked away.

The next few moments that passed by were filled with uncomfortable silence.

“Well, that went well,” Harry’s attempt at lightening the situation didn’t work.

-

At dinner that evening the table was buzzing with chatter and laughter as everyone caught up and connected over the delicious meal. Though no one else seemed to pick up on it, the tension between you, Harry and Louis was palpable. You figured if things were to remain this way the next couple of days would be challenging. This weekend was supposed to be a rare few days where the family was all home. The invitation had been extended to Harry like it usually was every year and you figured this would have been the perfect time to tell everyone the news.

So far it wasn’t going according to plan. Now that Louis had found out and reacted so harshly you wondered just how you were going to approach telling everyone else.

You didn’t have to ponder long.

“And what about you Harry? When’s the last time you’ve been home?” your mother asked from across the table.

“Actually Jo, it’s been a while. Don’t really get much time off,” he replied.

“Oh, that sucks. You guys hardly get time to do anything, relationships must be impossible,” your sister spoke up around a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Instantly you tensed. Your eyes cut to Félicité, but you knew she knew nothing about any of what was going on so you couldn’t get mad at her.

“Oh, well um,” Harry cleared his throat as his eyes flitted back and forth from you to Louis.

You glanced over at Louis and noticed that his steely gaze was trained on Harry.

Oh dear, this mess was getting more and more tangled as the seconds passed.  

“Are you dating anyone right now, love?” your mother politely asked, all eyes now trained on Harry as they awaited his answer.

In that moment, you wished you could rewind time. You felt frantic as you tried to think of a good way to diffuse the situation before it escalated, but with everyone’s focus on Harry you knew there was no getting out of this. And with that reasoning you spoke up.

“Yes. He is,” you volunteered.

All the attention had now been shifted to you and although you wanted to take back your words and remain silent you’d already had one foot in the door, might as well go all the way.

“Harry and I have been dating for three months now.”

The reactions around the table were instant, and they were the ones you were hoping everyone would have shared. In the erupting excitement your eyes went to your brother’s only to see a heavy scowl on his face and your heart sank. You wanted him to be happy for you, you really did. Even though you didn’t need his approval on your relationship with Harry you surely didn’t want him to oppose it.

“Congratulations!”

“You two would make a lovely couple…”

“Wow, I can’t believe it. I’m so excited!”

In the midst of everyone’s positive responses Louis abruptly stood from the table, chair scraping loudly against the floor and made his exit.

Everyone’s eyes followed in varying expressions of confusion or shock.  You locked eyes with your mother who didn’t appear surprised at all by his reaction to the news. She offered you a sympathetic look from across the table.

“I’ll go talk to him,” you announced, already rising from your seat.

Harry sought your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze of encouragement.  You smiled gratefully in return. You were fully at ease, leaving him alone at the table with your family. He could more than handle himself with the influx of questions you were sure would be fired his way.  

You climbed the stairs wondering what you would say to Louis, but when you knocked on his door your mind drew a blank.

There was no answer, but you turned the handle and walked in anyway. He sat on his bed, back to you and you cautiously ventured further into the room.

“We should have told you sooner and I’m sorry,” you began.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because we were afraid of this. Your reaction,” you answered honestly.

“The only reason I’m reacting this way is because you waited three months to tell me.”

“Oh please, you would have reacted like this if we’d told you the moment it happened.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he denied.

“Yes you would. You do it all the time Lou. Every boyfriend or crush, it’s always the same with you. You never give them a chance before you’re running them off,” you walked over to sit beside him.

“Because I didn’t trust them,” he defended his actions.

“So are you saying you don’t trust Harry? He’s your best friend,” you really wanted to know his reason this time.

“It’s not that I don’t trust him, it’s…” he sighed, shoulders slumped, “I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know that. You always do and I appreciate it, but you can’t keep running away every guy that looks my way. I am allowed to date you know,” you nudged his shoulder with your own to lighten to mood if just a little.

“I know. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“He’s not going to hurt me, Louis. Harry’s amazing and he’s really good to me,” you smiled as you thought of your loving boyfriend.

“He’d better be,” he muttered.

“He is,” you laid your head on his shoulder, “So please don’t give him a hard time Lou…please.”

He was quiet for a couple moments before speaking, “I’ll try.”

You grinned widely leaning over to kiss his cheek, grateful that he was showing signs of coming around, “Thank you. That really means a lot to me.”

-

You snuck glances at Harry in the mirror as he stood behind you. His Gucci suit was tailored to his lithe form like nobody’s business. His hair hung in luxurious curls over his shoulder. He looked scrumptious. His fingers deftly secured the line of buttons at the back of your dress and you took the time his attention was elsewhere to admire his beauty. His forehead crinkled in concentration, jaw clenched and lips pursed. Everything about Harry enamoured you. His looks were one thing, but his personality and the way he treated you astounded you day after day. He was the most selfless, charismatic person you’d ever met and you were eternally grateful to have him in your life.

His phone buzzed on the counter by your hip, bringing you out of your admiration. You gave it a cursory glance at first, but then paid it more mind when you noticed it was from your brother.

You couldn’t see the entire message, not that you needed to. You could guess what the text probably said based on pattern alone. Ever since you’d told everyone about your relationship last month the nature of Louis’ texts to Harry had slightly altered.

He was checking always checking up on you through Harry and somehow Harry never seemed to mind Louis and his intrusive texts.

“He’s probably wondering why we’re running late,” he murmured in your ear, already knowing what you were thinking.

“I wish he’d just let us be.”

“He’s your older brother, love. He’s only doing his job,” he defended his best friend, kissing your shoulder and securing his arms about your middle.

You leaned back into his embrace, resting your arms atop his.

“I’m just glad he’s not mad anymore,” you hummed.

“You and I both,” he agreed.

Your eyes fluttered closed when he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“You look scrumptious” (Smut)

Originally posted by 1derek-maloley1

A/N: First time writing a Derek Luh smut. I don’t know much about him, so bear with me! fandomwhoreex (I just love giving you feels)

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

     His hands were cold against your warm skin, making you jump in surprise. The blindfold had all your senses heightened. This was something you’ve never experienced. Derek always had some way of spicing up your sex life, and honestly you couldn’t complain. You felt his hands stop at the waist band of your panties, and your breath hitched in your throat. Derek grinned, licking his lips as he eyed you. You still had on one of his jerseys, wearing nothing but panties underneath. He padded his fingers onto your hip bone, drumming a beat. A tiny gasp left your lips as he slowly pulled down your panties. Derek hummed, eyes darkening more with lust. “You look scrumptious,” he commented, staring down at your heat, and biting onto his bottom lip to hold in a moan. You smiled at his words. Derek never failed to complement your body during sex; even if it was sexual or not. “Good enough to eat,” he said this time, a smile on his lips when he heard you moan. 

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to play with your food?” you questioned. Even with the blindfold covering your eyes Derek could feel your glare. You had been waiting all day for this. The thought of his tongue, his length, the way he wrapped his arms around you. You were starting to become wet at just the thought.

“Eager aren’t we,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your legs to drag you closer. You nodded once, your body shaking slightly. With the blindfold on, everything he did was a mystery. Derek turned his head to the side, kissing your inner right thigh once before marking the skin. He could picture many instances where he was in this exact position. Marking your skin to his liking, and watching you whimper beneath him. Derek shook the thought from his head when he felt himself become harder than he already was. Tonight was about you, and he didn’t want to ruin it by coming too fast. He moved onto your left thigh, trailing kisses down it. He was dangerously close to your heat, nibbling at your skin until a dark bruise formed. You shivered as he ran his tongue over the bruise, cooling it down. He pulled back to look at your thighs admiring the work he had created. 

“Derek, I swear if you do-,” your words were cut off by the gasp leaving your lips. You could feel him smirk against your heat at the reaction he had gotten from you. One of his hands cupped your ass, lifting you up more as he plunged his tongue deep into you. Your head pushed back into the pillows, one hand gripping the sheets beneath you as the other flew to his hair. His eyes glanced up at you, watching intently. Derek swiped his tongue from your entrance to your clit. He ran the tip of his tongue against the bud of nerves eliciting a loud moan from you. Oh how he enjoyed watching your reactions, feeling his length slightly twitch at the sounds of your moans. He slid one finger into your heat, then another. While fingering you, Derek paid close attention to your clit; sucking, and biting at it. You whined in pleasure, yanking at his hair. Derek curled his fingers up, the tips brushing at your g-spot. It was when you started to clench around his fingers when he pulled away. He wrapped his other arm around your legs, lifting you up more as he vigorously ate you out. “Derek!” you screamed out, your grip on the bed sheets tightening as you came.

“Love tasting you,” he groaned, watching as your juices leaked out. Some dripping onto the sheets. He ran a finger between your folds, collecting your juices. Derek moaned, sucking his fingers clean before he did the same to you. You let out a small hum, chest rising at a rapid pace as you tried to catch your breath. He pecked your clit once, and sat up. The jersey you were wearing was bunched up towards your neck, showing off your breasts. Derek chuckled to himself. The two of you had been in an intense make out session before he ate you out. Bruises slowly forming on your breasts from his sucking. You laid there in front of him, head moving around as you tried to figure out what he was doing. 

“What are you doing, Daddy?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows but a smirk on your lips. You knew what you were doing, the smirk on your face growing even more when you heard Derek’s moan. He was a freak in the sheets. Goosebumps rose on his skin at the name you had given him. Wasting no more time, Derek pulled off his boxer briefs. His eyes closed shut as he felt the cool air rush over his length. He was rock hard, wrapping a hand around his throbbing length, and stroking it a few times. Beads of pre-cum leaking out.

“Fuck mami, say it again,” Derek begged, wrapping his arm under you, and lifting you up. He pulled you into his chest, taking off the blindfold. You blinked a few times adjusting to the dimly lit bedroom. Your eyes met his, seeing his pupils dilated. You smiled, snaking your arms around his neck, and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Derek deepened it, only breaking the kiss to pull the jersey off your body. You nipped at his bottom lip, and they parted. He let you slide your tongue into his mouth. Trailing kisses along his jawline, you leaned in close to his ear.

“Daddy, I need you so bad,” you whispered in his ear. Derek shuddered at your words. He moved back till he was rested against the headboard, spreading your legs apart. 

“I need you too,” he growled, lining himself up at your entrance. You cupped his cheeks, kissing him deeply as you slid down onto his length. A small moan left your lips as he filled you up. You rested your forehead against his as you fully sat down on him, adjusting to his size. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and Derek studied your face, caressing the side of your cheek. It was a rarity for you to be on top, Derek wanted to be the one to control everything in bed. He secretly liked it though, not that he was going to tell you that. Once you felt like you had adjusted, you lifted your hips, and slowly sunk back down. Derek’s head fell back against the headboard, his hands rested on your hips as you continued the pace. You moved closer to him, picking up the speed. Moans flew from your lips as you started to ride him faster. “That’s right mami, ride me,” Derek moaned out, eyes locked on your bouncing breasts. You swirled your hips down in figure eights. He bucked his hips up, matching your pace. Leaning forward, Derek attached his lips to one of your nipples, sucking on it.

 “Mhmm, feels good,” you whimpered, feeling his arm wrap around you. You stopped moving, your body shaking as Derek thrusted up deep into you. You cried out in pleasure, nails scratching down his back. He cupped your ass, bucking his hips up. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room, and mixing in with your moans. You could hear a slight squishing sound, feeling your mixed juices leaking out. Derek flipped the two of you over, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder as he started to pound into your heat. Tiny screams came from you as his pace picked up. You gripped at the sheets, lifting your hips. 

“S-So close,” Derek moaned out, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit. You jumped at the new sensation, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Biting onto your bottom lip hard, you could almost taste blood. The headboard started to bang against the wall, the bed shaking. 

“Oh yes!” you screamed out, a porn like moan leaving your lips. Derek’s thrusts halted as he heard banging coming from the other side of the wall. You realized it was the neighbors from next door. A few choice words were yelled at the two of you, and he smirked. Shaking his head, the two of you laughed, and Derek continued giving you immense pleasure. 

“Shit, I can’t hold it any longer,” he groaned, mouth parted and eyes squeezed shut. 

“Come for me daddy,” you coxed, reaching your hand up to run it through his hair. Derek didn’t need to be told twice. He gave you a sharp thrust, hunching over as a loud moan erupted from deep within his throat. You softly moaned at the feeling of his load filling you up. Derek continued to thrust into you, his seed leaking out onto the sheets. A few minutes later you released, nails scratching down his back, and back rising off the bed. After a few minutes Derek pulled out. He placed half his weight on your body, resting his head on your breasts. Your eyes closed in content, and you ran your hand through his hair.

“I have to pee,” you announced seconds later, killing the mood. Derek’s laughter filled the room, and he rolled off of you, watching as you slid out the bed. He let out a low whistle, staring at your ass as you ran out the room.

“Hurry back!” he shouted, arm rested behind him as he closed his eyes. Oh how he loved celebration sex.  

Dangerous Woman

I’ve rehearsed this over and over, and over again in the mirror until it was flawless. After two glasses of wine, the liquid courage I needed, I think I’m ready. The funny thing is, I’m starting to think I didn’t need the push. Leati is what encourages me. He is what drives me. He is what makes me brave. So in turn I want to try something different. Something I wouldn’t normally do.
I’ve thought about this every which way and the result is always the same. I’ll blow his mind. In the best way. I’ve caught glimpses of the sparkle of his eyes when I do even the slightest thing out of character. This is no different. This is a level up.


“Baby girl?” His deep voice calls to me from the living room.


I take one last glance at myself in the bathroom mirror, deciding that this is as good as it is going to get. My hair is pinned up in a bun. My makeup is light and natural, but my lipstick could give anyone a run for their money. Fire engine red. His favorite color. And then there’s my robe. Black and silky, parted slightly so that he’ll see only a sliver of my red lace lingerie underneath. To match my lipstick, of course. I adjust my garter, making sure the clips to my thigh high stockings are secure. I spin on my heel and follow my man’s voice. He’s on the phone, but I can’t hear exactly what he’s saying over the thumping of my heart in my ears. I do focus on his tone though, the deep timbre like a guiding force. My guiding force.

Propping myself along the threshold of the living room, I hear Leati speak into the phone “My lady and I are just gonna go out to dinner and a movie.”
Gosh. We sound like such a bore. That’s exactly why I need to do this. He looks so fucking scrumptious too. He had a meeting today, so he’s dressed to perfection. He’s always perfect, but in a crisp white button down, black suit and red tie, he’s the best present to unwrap. And we match. Obviously he hasn’t spotted me. I step forward, my heels clicking along the floor now loud enough to get his attention. The boredom on his face immediately shifts to shock, then to lust. I swear I hear him inhale sharply, but I’m not certain. That’s when his eyes sparkle, telling me that this was the perfect idea.


“Yeah. I’ve gotta call you back. I’ve gotta go.” Just like that he cuts the call.
“Dinner and a movie is canceled, babe.” I fiddle with the sash on my robe, drawing his attention to my sternum. I see him spot the lace in an instant. His chest puffs out and his stature widens. 
“Understandably. Fuck dinner and a movie.”
“Hmm.” I gift him with a smirk, coaxing a smile out of him that showcases his dimples. “Fuck being the operative word?”
“Definitely.” He throws his phone on the coffee table without a care, and begins to make his way to his feet.
“Stay seated. I have a surprise for you.”
His big brown eyes widen. There lies hunger. “More? Say less. Get over here.”
“In due time, love. Don’t worry. Sit back.”
He follows suit, rubbing his palms on his thighs. His fingers tap impatiently at the material of his slacks.
“Antsy much?” I ask, taking stride to the coffee table and swiping up the remote to the stereo.
“Very much so.” He watches as I click play and the song starts to engulf around us, his eyebrow rising on its own accord.


I drop the remote, place the platform of my heel at the edge of the coffee table, giving it a swift push so that it glides across the floor, stopping in front of the window. Neither the blinds or the curtains are drawn, nor do I care. I spin and face my man, finding him reaching for me. I take a step back as I untie the sash of my robe. Leati picks up on the hint, finally sitting back to let me do my thing. The look on his face is by no means innocent. I allow the robe to slide down my arms and pool around my heels. Not for a second does he take his eyes off of me. His eyes devour me, just like I know he’s ready to, gliding over every curve, every inch of my skin. Spinning around, I give him a look at the cheeky panty of the set. The straps decorate my ass perfectly. I can hear the approval in the low growl that emerges from his throat. I reach up and take the pin out of my bun so that my hair will fall down in waves along my spine. I shake my head along with the song, tousling my hair so it gets a little messy and wild. This isn’t meant to be a neat night. Using the point of my heel, I kick the robe back so it flies back, landing hopefully where I needed it to be.

When I spin around, Leati is removing the robe from his face with an insanely big smile on those perfect lips. The hairs that frame his face in a bit of a mess now. Total knockout. Stepping forward again, I adjust the straps of my bra, making my breasts look fuller. I tap his ankles with the point of my shoes so that he’ll spread his legs. I glide in between them. My Samoan God and his hands move freely, feeling all of my back, sliding over my hips, down to my ass where he gives me a good, hard squeeze.


“Like what you see, babe?” I whisper, my voice is heavy and shaky, but I go on.
“I love, love what I see, baby girl.”


I reach behind him, unraveling his bun, running my fingers through the now free strands so that it’s as wild as mine. I pull off his blazer and throw it aside. Mischief grows on his gorgeous face, giving me even more encouragement. I roughly pull his tie loose, letting it fly just like the blazer.
Leati takes advantage, pulling the strap at my thigh and one on my panty, releasing them so they slap my skin with a loud snap that cracks through the music. He continues to skirt his fingers over my body. I turn and kick my heels off. Before I can straddle him like I want to, I feel his hands grip tight on waist, pulling me, slamming me down to sit on his lap. I improvise. I spread my legs over his, cover his hands with mine and place them on my neck. He grips the sides softly, with just enough pressure to make me breathe a little harder and then our hands are moving again. Down my chest, stopping at my breasts, his fingers find my nipples poking through the thin fabric. I sink into him, feeling his heated skin through the fabric of his shirt. It isn’t enough. I want to feel his skin on mine already.
Our entwined hands flow down my ribs, my stomach, to the strip of my garter. And I’m aching, aching for him now. He presses his erection up against me, right at my entrance. If this wasn’t a routine I had going, I’d give into him and let him have his way with me.
I push off of Leati and stand, gracing him with a face to face with my ass. Peeking over my shoulder, I watch the admiration in his expression grow. I move my hips to the beat, showcasing everything I have to offer. Just as I expected, he leans forward, placing soft kisses over my heated skin. What takes me by surprise is him biting down on my right cheek. And that’s when I lose the fight. I quickly straddle him, my fingers scrambling to find the stupid buttons on his shirt. He chuckles to himself, taking another opportunity to smack my left cheek, evening out the stings. When an involuntary moan leaves me, he finds my mouth, taking what is unquestionably his. Impatient isn’t even the word to describe me now. I hold tight onto lapels down his sternum, and pull open the fabric, sending buttons flying every which way.
That surprises the both of us enough that we laugh against each other’s lips, catching a mouth full of teeth each. But we don’t care.


I’m reaching for a random strap when Leati’s hand lands over mine, stopping me. “Leave it all on.”
I pout if I’m not mistaken. “Skin to skin,” I grumble.
“Since we’re setting a precedent…” His hands move to the mid section of my bra, and he pulls, snapping the poor thing at the center. Then it goes flying. As the giggles cease, and I can finally look him right in the eye, I realize that what I thought was lust in his eyes earlier wasn’t lust. It was love. This is how he looks at me when he tells me he loves me. With his hair wild, traces of my red lipstick all over his pink pouty lips, shirtless, and about to ravage me until I can’t see, talk, or walk straight, I can appreciate that he is the only man that will ever get all of my body, my heart. Me entirely. And I couldn’t ask for anything more.

WATERMELONS

WATERMELONS

(Part 3/3.  Part 1 can be found here, Part 2 can be found here.  For the Rune Factory Spring Fever Event, theme 4: an unusual gift.  Early LeonxFrey.)

“Hey, you.”

The response is immediate.  Her chest freezes mid-breath; her hands pause in their wringing, only to go limp and land in her lap.

Frey looks up at him, her hair finally spilling onto her back and revealing her sun-brushed face.  Her eyes are neither red nor teary, much to his surprise (and delight, because a crying girl is always harder to console than a stable one).  Instead, she mostly looks —

— pensive. 

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Kate pads softly through the living room, snaking on her robe and tying the belt. The kitchen is dark, quiet in the winter night, and her skin ripples with goose bumps when she opens the fridge.

She collects leftover Christmas ham in the cool whip container, the cheese potatoes in their tupperware, and the fruit salad that’s still in the crystal serving dish. She makes a plate, licking cheese potatoes from her fingers, and sticks it in the microwave with a paper towel covering the food. A minute, two? She tries a minute and sinks back against the counter, picking strawberries from the fruit salad and popping them into her mouth.

She can see the stars from the window - lighted Christmas stars in the windows of the apartment building across the street. A multi-colored tinsel tree in a neighbor’s living room, the curtains drawn back so everything is on display. It’s not really dark outside, with the neighbors so close and the city that never sleeps, but the loft is so high up that sometimes it’s like living separate from the world.

A tower in a castle.

She snorts at herself even as the microwave dings, and she opens the door, sliding the plate out. She whips off the paper towel, adds a heap of fruit salad to the still-hot plate, and grabs a fork.

She carries everything back to the bedroom and stands in the doorway, smirking, studying him.

He’s still sprawled on his back on the floor, half of the comforter dragged from the bed and tangled around one of his legs. Hair spiky. One hand on his chest and rising with his breath.

“You’re back,” he rumbles.

“I told you I was getting you sustenance.”

“I thought you might have perished out there in the wilds.”

She chuckles and comes to sit beside his hip, sinking down so she’s cross-legged, the plate across her forearms. And hot. Ouch. Hot.

“What’d you bring me?” he whines.

“Ham, cheese potatoes, and fruit salad.”

“Fruit salad?”

“That’s really for me. And the ham. Come on, lover, sit up. I’m not feeding you by hand.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll choke.”

“Party pooper,” he grumbles, but he groans and shifts upright, leaning hard against the side of the bed. He swallows and scrubs a hand down his face, blinking as he stares at her. 

He looks scrumptious, forget about fruit salad.

He grabs the plate and puts it aside, drags her into his lap.

Yeah. Totally forget about fruit salad.

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softkisumi  asked:

Peach

The scent of freshly sliced peaches wafted through the room as Makoto kept slicing the juicy, ripened fruits. He hoped the pie would turn out okay, as usually being in a kitchen with him resulted in disaster nine times out of ten. Just once he wanted to bake something with his best friend that didn’t turn out to be a complete and utter flop.

He laughed as he picked up another of the soft, scrumptious fruits and looked back and forth between the peach and his best friend’s hair.

Looking down as he sliced the next fruit carefully, Makoto mentioned to his buddy, “Hey Kisumi… you know why peaches remind me of swimming so much? Because for one, a Kanji in my rival Momo’s name literally means peaches…and the more I look at this thing, it’s kind of a similar color to your hair.” Makoto teased and swiftly ducked down before his pal could throw anything.