he's just looking at the wall

Metalinguistic scenario? LOL Hope you like this!^^

Zen finding MC’s naughty fics about him

  •  Okay, he never meant to find what he found
  • You know how bad he is at technology,  you should have explained him a little better on how to access the Cloud in your laptop to get the pics of your last date you took on your phone
  • So after a random pressing of keys and much to your bad luck, he found it
  • Zen’s lips eagerly attack hers as he pins her against the wall. She can taste a faint hint of his cigarettes. He lifts one of her legs, making her wrap it around his waist. She gasps, already feeling how much he desires her. Is this another fantasy? Will she wake up from this dream just in the climax moment? His body definitely looks like a dream, every muscle tenses up as Zen holds you in his arms with a surprising tenderness, and yet, every part of his feels like a man, and all she wants now is that man to love her all night, then she can wake up of this fantasy happily.”
  • Zen stares at the screen of your laptop for a few seconds until he understands what’s going on. Did you… really write this?
  • He finds out that this is just of many files like that, mostly about him, but there are a few about characters he played…
  • Oh wow! He played this one when he was practically a beginner, do you remember that much from what he told you?
  • Or… were you a fan ever since then?
  • “Zenny! I’m home!” you announced and went to the kitchen. You knew he was home since his coat was hanged, but didn’t understand why he didn’t answer like he always does.
  • “Zen?” you asked. Nothing. “Zen, are you there?” you went to the bedroom and found him staring at your laptop.
  •  “What’s wrong, are you stuck with the transferring, honey?” you ask, knowing his inability . “Yeah… stuck, babe.”
  • You smile and go to him to help, but as you take a read on what he’s seeing… your smile disappears. SHIT!
  •  “Zen… how did you find this?” “I just messed a little, it wasn’t my intention, babe, but… it’s definitely interesting…” he turns to grin at you.
  • You blush and step away. “Ze-Zen! Lis… listen, I wrote this when I was younger, I… I’m just…” “I knew you were always a fan, just didn’t know you were… this much…”
  •  “Ahh, don’t say that! This is just… so embarrassing!” you cover you face with your hands.
  • “Ah, babe, there’s nothing to be embarrassed, actually… I love to find how much of a dirty girl you get to be sometimes…” he gets up from the chair and goes to you, genuinely confused when you look even more flustered.
  • “How can you say that? This is just… this is so… weird, and a little creepy, and… ahh, these are so poorly written!”
  • “Well, I think you have talent, babe. You definitely captured my… essence even when you didn’t know me personally… and this is… really sexy…”
  • “And unrealistic!” He holds your hands, smiling at you. His dumbfounded attitude makes you get suspicious and stop from spiraling out.
  • Zen takes this as an opportunity to lean closer and reach for your ear. “Why don’t we test that? I think I’m completely able to do some of the things you wrote there, princess.”

Leo X MC - Ruby Red

Her soft gasps tickled his ears as his lips explored her collar bone, venturing further down. The feeling of her fingers entangling in his hair drive him wild!

“Mmm- Leo,” the princess sighed, turning her head to allow him access to more skin. Having her trapped between his body and the wall, the pressure he felt from her writhing was more intense. “I can’t stay, Nico’s looking for me.”

“Just a little longer,” Leo begged in his raspy breath, “You just looked so irresistible.” The two just happened to be crossing paths in the corridor, but something about this encounter made him pounce, pulling her into a nearby room for some privacy. Just the way she had her hair done, the rich color of her lips, even her fragrant perfume, enraptured him.

Nnn,” her soft moans excited him further as his fingers inched their way down. Pulling up the hem of her skirt, his hand gently caressed her soft skin. “Leo-“

His teeth softly latched onto her bottom lip, silencing her plea. Locking their lips together for once last passionate kiss, the princess playfully pushed him off.

“I’m sorry,” she giggled, rubbing her bottom lip, “we’ll have to continue this later. I really need to go.”

“Is that a promise?” Leo teased, hooking his finger underneath her chin, bringing her face up to his. Stealing one last kiss, he finally let her slip through the door, stifling a chuckle as he watched her straighten her blouse and skirt.

He waited a few minutes before leaving the room himself, smoothing out his own clothes as he waited. Striding through the halls as if nothing happened, Leo couldn’t help but smile to himself.

As he turned the corner, he saw Alyn walking towards him in the opposite direction. Once he noticed his brother, the knight’s face quickly grimaced.

“Red is not your color,” Alyn huffed as they passed. Confused, Leo stopped by a nearby window, seeing the princess’s lipstick smeared all over his mouth in his translucent reflection.

“Tsch,” Leo snickered, “he’s just jealous.”

4

Sophie: “This is the one I want!”

Amelie: “…That one? Are you sure? He looks a little beaten up… and I think someone scribbled on his head… the one next to him looks pretty new. Why not that one?”

Sophie: “Because obviously THIS BooBoo Billy needs more help! That other one will get bought no problem, but THIS poor Billy might be stuck here forever if I don’t save him!”

Amelie: “Alright. Then this Billy it is.”

anonymous asked:

Any cuddle specific headcanons for shortie?

(Now this is the content I live for. -Mod Kasha)

Shortie (MT Sans)
- Cuddles you like a koala with both his arms and legs fully wrapped around you.
- Prefers face-to-face (or, considering his height, face-to-chest) cuddling over spooning.
- Always lets you have more of the blanket.  You just look all cute and bundled up and safe that way!
- He’s pretty touch-averse with everyone else, and he was with you, too, until you got together.  You’re the only one who knows how friggin’ cuddly he is.
- He acts like he’s doing something super sneaky and taboo.  He’s more likely to pull you behind a wall with him to hold you and snuggle you for awhile than to do anything actually scandalous.
- Getting up in the mornings?  Forget it.  You’ll have to carry him with you if he’s not awake.
- Secretly loves it when you carry him around, but will get super embarrassed if anyone catches him letting you do that.

Playing with Fire | m.yg

So you summon a witch, not prepared to get burned.

firewitch!suga/yoongi short/drabble?/oneshot?

genre: some comedic aspects and idk loll

word count: 2.7k

A/N: In spirit of Halloween lol??? 🎃 I just thought he looked the part from this picture 😆

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i think one of the reasons i’m so salty about nicky is that he and i have similar thoughts/issues with stuff like the internet and technology and the art of today, but at some point we diverge and i think i can see some of the reasons those things are dysfunctional or whatever and he doesn’t or isn’t looking at the same things or something so we’re coming to different conclusions or hitting very different walls within the same issues idk i love nicky but his thoughts give me so much weird anxiety because it’s almost what i think but ont quite and yet there is no solution or conclusion or whatever from either of us it’s just complaining and idk what i’m trying to say except that nicky gives me anxiety and i love him and i want to figure out how to solve this problem but it’s definitely bigger and more systemic than he or i could ever imagine and i think that’s one of the things that rings us both anxiety is that we’re both looking at things from a smaller angle than we both know they really are? idk this is nonsensical rambling nnow

Kpop groups’ most to least evil maknaes

1. Hyuk of VIXX

  • ?? who the hell did he get so big for
  • used to be awkward around his hyungs but now he throws them around and body slams them into walls and shit just bc he can
  • perfect example of a huge dog who thinks he’s a puppy 

2. Haechan of NCT 127

  • the maknae for the moment…….bet he’ll be so happy once he’s not the maknae anymore smfh
  • no one dares to insult him bc boi he’ll ruin your family wyd
  • he’s just always itching to call out his hyungs on something and make them look foolish just for laughs 

3. Sehun of EXO

  • sassy lil diva who gets spoiled by the hyungs
  • makes himself out to be an angel while the rest of the group bullies him but that’s a dang lie and he’s hella shady I’m here for it tho
  • give him bubble tea or else he’ll be the one spilling the tea binch

4. Yugyeom of Got7

  • you might think he’s all quiet but nah that’s a front listen………
  • just so much slander against got7??? we get it you’re tall b quiet jinyoung is gonna kill you????
  • will probably lie to only save himself tbh

5. Kyuhyun of Super Junior

  • listen man he changed,,,,,I promise (not rly)
  • has been torturing his hyungs for over a decade now they’re over it they’re ovER IT
  • puts the blame on someone else and gets away w/ it bc he’s cute 

6. Sungjae of BTOB

  • he’s just misunderstood tbh if it were any other group, he’d seem normal but nah it’s beetobee man
  • just straight up savage if someone even looks in his direction
  • does not care for any of his hyungs’ existence besides Peniel 

7. Taemin of SHINee

  • shinee’s baby who does not hold back on any given chance to roast his dads
  • the only time he acknowledges their existence is when they support his solo projects assjsjklfgl
  • still expects to be pampered by everyone 

8. Dino of Seventeen

  • pretty normal-ish tbh he’s just weird sometimes
  • is gonna lash out and murder somebody if jeonghan asks him who’s baby he is onE MORE TIME
  • just wants everyone to leave him alone 

9. Zelo of B.A.P

  • tol introverted lil bunny 
  • doesn’t have much to say unless he’s really got something to say
  • lots of shade throwing from only a glance aka he’s judging u

10. Dowoon of Day6

  • loves to mock everyone in sight
  • therefore he’s jae’s no.2 target for all the insults right after wonpil ofc
  • that disgusted™ face u know what I’m talking about

11. I.M of Monsta X

  • is he even human ??? alien ?? ET is it u???
  • hardcore rapper during the day, strange awkward bean by night 
  • will trade all the members for a bag of chips

12. Seungri of BigBang

  • he’s the one who’s picked on tbh it’s been 11 yrs save him
  • plays along w/ everyone’s jokes and laughs thru the pain even tho he’s suffering by the hands of jiyong rip
  • just wants be listened to is that so much 2 ask 4

13. Sungjong of Infinite

  • an angel………honestly…………truly………
  • compliments his hyungs rather than putting them down um unless ur sungyeol
  • will hold a grudge tho and it ain’t pretty

14. Chanwoo of iKon

  • he’s such a sweetheart I ain’t gonna lie
  • they tested all of the maknae line and he proved himself to be the most loyal and :’) I love him
  • he’s like a lil puppy esp when it comes to hanbin 

feel free to add some more and make my day :’))))))

whoops i coloured it

now if only i could write the damn fic

UPDATE: i wrote the damn fic

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!


“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.

*

Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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Delivery Boy

Jeon Jungkook of BTS x reader (Y/N) smut. Plain and simple.

Originally posted by jimiyoong



Halloween, your favourite time of the year. You had always loved dressing up, even as a little girl.
Your family had always hosted a Halloween party and just because you were now an adult and off at school, it didn’t mean you were going to stop the party. Hell no. If anything, you knew it’d be crazier than any party your parents could throw, after all, it’d be full of young adults getting drunk in fancy dress and no doubt fucking in any corner they could.
You made a mental note to lock your bedroom door before people started to turn up.

Most of your housemates had gone off to different parties around the city and only one remained, Taehyung.
He had been almost as excited for the party as you and insisted on helping you plan and set it all up. He also insisted you went in matching outfits, dressed as an old-fashioned couple he saw in a painting in the loft that thoroughly creeped him out. That painting was now the pride of place above the drinks table for the duration of Halloween month, as you called it.
Taehyung hadn’t entered the living room since you put it up and it always amused you seeing him avoid it at all costs.

“Get the door Y/N!” Taehyung yelled from his room where he was well, you didn’t know what but you didn’t want to even question it after the last time you did and he went into explicit detail about the fantasy he was having while masturbating.

You groaned but dragged yourself to answer the front door, having barely heard it over the music you had playing.

On the other side of the door stood a male with dark hair and brown, doe eyes. He was wearing a pizza delivery uniform, a piece of paper in his hands.

“You’re early.” You mumbled, taking in his outfit. “Pizza delivery guy, huh? Honestly never seen that one before.” You mused, flashing the attractive stranger a grin. He blinked a few times then showed you the paper. “Wait, you’re actually a delivery guy?”

“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “Am I at the wrong place?”

“No, I just wasn’t aware we ordered anything. One sec.” You backed up into the hallway to stand at the bottom of the stairs. “Yah! Did you order pizza?!” You yelled. Taehyung grunted back a yes in response, sounded breathless. “Ew.” You shuddered and returned tot he door. “Guess you definitely are.” She looked at the paper, reading the order. “How fucking much did he order?”

“Having a party, I assume?” He chuckled, looking at your outfit up and down.

“Nah, I just like dressing like a sexually frustrated Victorian woman in my spare time.” He let out a breath of understanding.

“We all have our kinks.” He teased and you gasped, reaching out to nudge him in faux offence. He giggled and you couldn’t help but smile, laughing to yourself.

Were you really flirting with the delivery guy?
You looked him over again, slower to really take in every inch of his being.
Yes. You were definitely flirting with the delivery guy.

“So, should I start bringing it up?” He asked, pointing over his shoulder to the car parked on the road.

“Oh right, yeah, I’ll help.”

“Okay.” He grinned, glad for the help and together, you ferried the takeout from the car and into the kitchen.

He looked down curiously as you set up the boxes on the counters, around already existing food displays.

“Wow, you guys really like Halloween, huh?” He spoke, looking at all the decorations in awe. A lot of which you had made by hand the months before ass it was cheaper than buying some that probably wouldn’t even fit your ideas anyway.

“We hate it.”

“You’re really sarcastic, huh?”

“Never.” You looked at him then to see him grinning at you in amusement. “You know, you kind of look familiar.” You tilted your head at him, knitting your brows together.

“So do you. Maybe we’ve crossed paths before?” He suggested, looking as lost as you felt trying to recall why you felt like you’d seen him before.

“Yeah maybe. Do you go to school here?”

“On campus?” He pointed to the floor, signifying the campus your house resided on.

“Nah, I meant the playschool down the road. You’re a child, right?” He squared his eyes, giving you a playful warning glance. “Aw, isn’t it cute when little boys think they can scare grown-ups?” A gasp of surprise left your lips when he suddenly closed the gap between you, your chests almost touching, his head tilted down to look at you menacingly, a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Want to call me a little boy again, huh?” He challenged, licking his lips. “See where it gets you.”

“Oh, honey.” You scoffed, snapping back to yourself. You bravely took the last step between you, your toes touching, your chest gently pushed against his, not missing how he inhaled sharply and flicked his tongue out to wet his lips again. “You can’t be suggesting you can make me take back my words.” He nodded confidently. “Oh little boy, you can’t make me do shit.”

“Watch me.” He growled cockily before pushing you against the wall, his lips crashing to yours.

He had only knocked your door ten minutes previous and here you were making out with the delivery guy in a room chock full of sexual tension you two quickly created.
He let out a breathy moan when you bit his bottom lip gently. It was the single hottest thing you had ever heard and you knew you were wet.

“Fuck, is this seriously a thing that is actually happening?” You panted out, looking up into his eyes that were suddenly a lot darker, turning you on further.

“I really hope so.” He confessed.

“Fuck, me too.” You nodded and pulled him back down to lock your lips together, wasting no time and flicking your tongue out. He parted his lips and your tongues met, rubbing together earning moans from the both of you.

“When does your party start?” He asked when your lips parted only for yours to trace that intense, sharp jawline of his.

“Seven.” He checked his watch.

“It’s half six.”

“Plenty of time.” Without warning, he picked you up and sat you on his hips, pushing his body to yours. You gasped feeling his growing erection through all the layers of clothing between you.

“Okay I know this outfit probably took a lot of time but you need to take it off before I fucking rip it off.” He warned, practically growling as he glared at the layers of fabric that made up your skirt. You giggled and reached around to pull on the ribbon holding the back closed. He watched in impatient fascination ad you quickly removed the bottom half of your dress, leaving you in the tight blouse and underwear.
“I shouldn’t find this as hot as I do but fuck, I really do.” You giggled and circled your hips, rubbing against the large bulge in his trousers making him moan lowly.

“I can tell.” You teased.

“You’re saying I’m the only one turned on right now? Because I can feel how wet you are through my pants, sweetheart.” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
Surely he was lying, it wasn’t possible to feel such a thing, right?
A shakey moan left your lips when he slid a hand between your bodies to touch his long fingers to your clothes heat.
“Oh, babygirl, you’re fucking soaked.” He cooed, smirking at you when your cheeks darkened. “Don’t be embarrassed."He pressed teasing kisses across your jaw as his voice dropped, whispering to you in a tone that was so low it shot straight to your core. "It’s so fucking hot.” He growled before his lips attached to your neck, sucking on the skin. You gasped and gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in when his fingers started to rub at you through your damp underwear.

“Wh-what’s your name?” You stuttered, his fingers hooking under your underwear to touch you directly. Your eyes closed and your head tipped back, absentmindedly grinding your hips down onto his digits as they teased you.

“Hm? My name? Why do you want-”

“I want to know what I should moan out.”

“Jungkook.” He rushed out without hesitation making you chuckle. “What’s your’s?”

“Y/N.” He hummed against your neck before saying your name in a breathy tone that made you moan his name back at him.

“My name sounds perfect coming from your lips.” Your legs tightened around him when he slid a finger into you. “God, you’re so fucking wet, my finger just slides right in. I bet you can take another huh Y/N? Think you can take more princess?” You nodded and a second finger followed his first. You moaned and held him tighter as they curled inside of you.

“J-Jungkook.” You almost pleaded breathlessly.

“Hm?”

“I-I don’t want your fingers.” He stopped his movements, ceasing abusing your walls with the pads of his fingers in search for your g-spot.

“What?” He looked rejected and leant back slightly, pulling his fingers out of you. “Should I leave?”

“No.” You laughed and brushed your lips over his. “I want your cock, baby.” His eyes sparked with lust again and he nodded. He put you down to unbuckle his belt, hands fumbling in anticipation. You giggled seeing he was growing frustrated with the button on his jeans that just wouldn’t open. You put your hands over his and opened the fly easily. He dropped his hands to his side, licking his dry lips, eyes not leaving your figure as you lowered onto your knees in front of him, pulling down his jeans as you went until they were around his knees.
Your eyes lifted to meet his gaze as you pulled down his boxers too. He bit his lip and threaded his fingers into your hair to tug you closer suggestively.
It was clear what he wanted you to do, where he wanted you but he didn’t want to make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

A smirk lifted your lips and you stuck your tongue out, flattening it against the underside of his erection before licking from the base upwards, swirling your tongue around the tip. Jungkook moaned, his fingers gripping your hair tighter. His eyes wanted to close and focus on the pleasure but you looked so damn sinful on your knees in front of him like that he couldn’t pass up the chance to drink in the sight.

It didn’t take long for your teasing motions on his erection to really wind him up. He was breathing heavily, body tensed, watching to thrust into your mouth but not following his body’s wishes, by the time she gripped your shoulders and pulled you up to your feet.

He spun you and pushed you against the wall. Your hands flew out to slap against the brickwork making you hiss in pain. But the hurt left almost instantly. Jungkook all but ripped your panties in his rush to get them off.

One large hand gripped your bare hip to hold you still, pull your arse towards him more.

Jungkook grabbed his dick with his free hand and allowed himself a few pumps, spreading his precum up and down his length, as he took in the sight of you bent over, braced against the wall with legs spread, waiting for him to fuck you.
As soon as his tip lined with your entrance, he started to push forward, entering you slowly.
Satisfied moans left both your lips at the feeling. It felt as if you had been waiting for that moment for a long time, months not way under an hour.

Jungkook’s hips met yours as he bottomed out and he allowed you both a few moments to get used to it, soak in the feeling of him filling you so deliciously before he started to rock his hips.
His thrusts were slow and pretty shallow at first, testing the waters before he picked up his rhythm, fucking you harder and deeper than anyone had in a long time.

Your fingers scraped against the wall, moans shamelessly leaving your parted lips as he hit deep within you.

Jungkook had his jaw clenched tight, trying to make as little noise as possible. As much as he was enjoying himself, he was almost enjoying hearing your noises of pleasure just as much.

You realised you could only hear the occasional grunt of effort from him and closed your mouth, sulking.

“W-what’re you doing?” He panted, slowing down slightly to talk without his voice breaking too much.

“I want to hear you.” You spoke.

“What?” He chuckled and fell still. You pushed up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him. He licked his lips at your dark expression, his hips shallowly thrusting into you again without him even really registering so.

“I want to hear how good you feel Jungkook. Moan for me baby.” You encouraged.

“You want that?”

“So fucking much.” He pulled your back to his chest making you whimper as he reached a new, better spot inside you, to kiss you heavily.
You moaned into his mouth when he returned to snapping his hips into you.
You had to pull out of the kiss, unable to focus on it when he was hitting the perfect spot inside you that made you see spots.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned, wrapping one arm around your waist and pressing his palm against your chest to keep you against him int hat position. His other hand reached over to rest against the wall once he had moved you both forward before his hips went fucking wild.

You were practically screaming in pleasure, your nails dragging down his forearm, leaving red marks. Jungkook was certain you had even broken the skin but it only spurred him on.

“Fu-fuck, Jungkook.” You whined, your legs starting to shake.

“Are you going to cum?” He panted into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver as it fanned over your neck. You nodded. “Good, cum on my cock like a good girl, Y/N.”
A loud moan left your lips as the pleasure in your stomach exploding sending your hips jutting as your orgasm hit you.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, determined to last a little longer despite your walls clenching and spasming around him. But the second you moaned his name, he lost it and his hips slammed against you roughly a few times as he came, squeezing his eyes tight and burying his face in your neck.

Your walls clenched a little tighter at the sound of your name falling from his lips like a fucked out mantra.

Slowly, you both came down from your highs and caught your breath back.
Jungkook’s face scrunched into a wince against your neck as he pulled out of you before letting you go, a little reluctantly it felt, to pull his clothing back up and tuck himself away.

“Well, that’s the best tip I’ve ever gotten.” He sniggered and you rolled your eyes before laughing too, collecting your clothing. You turned to look at him sternly upon finding a hole in your underwear, at the waistband.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed. He looked at the garment before grinning sheepishly at you. “These are my favourite ones!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll replace them.” He offered, taking them from your hand quickly to look them over. You ignored him to put your skirt back on, glad it was floor length and there was no chance anyone would know you were without underwear.

“Right, okay.” You held your hand out. He held the item closer. “You’re seriously going to steal my ripped underwear?”

“I need them so I know what I’m replacing.” He argued. You gave him a disbelieving look. “Like you want them back now they’re ripped anyway.” He scoffed and tucked the item into his pocket. You simply rolled your eyes again. “I should get back to work. I still have another delivery to do. My boss is going to kill me for being late. They’re going to get free pizzas now.” He sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry for letting you fuck me.” You retorted and he chuckled at your sarcasm.

“Never apologise for that. I’ll give away all the pizzas free if I can fuck you again.” You bit your lip, pretending to think as you walked him tot he front door. “So, can I see you again?” He asked turning back to walk tot he door after walking down the porch steps.

“You do owe me underwear.” You grinned. He grinned back and nodded. He checked his watch before looking between his car and you, debating something. He rushed over and held your face to press a heavy, lingering kiss to your lips.
“What’s that? So I don’t forget what you taste like?” You joked.

“Always leave them wanting more.” He winked then practically ran to his car to speed off for his next delivery.
You rolled your eyes and returned to the house, stopping at the hallway mirror to check your reflection and make yourself presentable.

“Did you just fuck the delivery guy?” You jumped hearing Taehyung’s teasing voice at the stairs. You looked over at him with a smirk and he started to cackle. “That’s my girl!” He high fived you before helping you get back into costume properly.

***

It was two hours later when you stopped in shock, seeing a familiar face stood at the bottom of the stairs with Taehyung, the pair goofing around with some of Taehyung’s other friends.
You had just come up from the haunted house in the basement.

“There she is!” Taehyung cooed spotting you. The boys all turned to look at you, the friends of Taehyung’s you had met pulling you to them in drunken affection.

“Alright, boys.” You laughed pulling away to stand between Taehyung and the familiar face.

“Oh, you haven’t met before, have you?” Taehyung drawled, shuffling drunkenly to lean against the stair railing. “This is Kookie.” He spoke pointing to your right, at Jungkook. You looked at him to see he was already smirking at you.

“Ah, the infamous Kookie.” You spoke nodding slowly. “Tae tells me you have like no balls when it comes to girls.” Their friends laughed as you insulted Jungkook. You smirked and he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Guess you know that’s a load of shit.” He replied, voice low.

The conversation was quickly pulled away from you two as Hoseok screamed as a fake spider landed on his head. Everyone erupted in laughter as he ran off to chase the culprit, promising their head on a spear.
The remaining group returned to the conversation, not even noticing as Jungkook moved closer to you and slyly put a hand on your arse.

“Still not wearing any panties huh? Naughty girl.” He teased, groping your flesh roughly.

“I’m not and it makes it that much harder to stop your cum running down my leg.” Jungkook sucked in a breath at that and you looked up at him bravely, not caring that your friends could catch you two flirting so openly, sexual tension already building between your close bodies. “I bet you’d like to see that, hm? Your cum spilling out of me.”

“So fucking much.”

You smirked and excused yourself, walking up to your room.
You knew Jungkook would follow shortly and you had a feeling every orgasm he gave you was going to be better than the last and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to take every chance to fuck your delivery boy.


For my girl @btsmuttin, hope you like it baby

Originally posted by nojamsdirtywater


~Chee

anonymous asked:

Can we talk parallels with shieth and allurance? Pretty pls?

aBSOLUTELY, HERE WE GO:

In A New Defender, everyone is obviously concerned when the magic strikes Allura. But–just before we see anyone else’s face, we get a purposeful closeup on Lance, and he looks absolutely terrified. And as soon as Allura goes down? Lance is the first one running to help her up. 

You know what this reminds me of? Remember Keith’s trial–how Shiro sprinted after him as soon as he saw he was in danger, how visibly distraught he was as he immediately grabbed Keith and cradled him close? Yeah, both of these read as scenes typically reserved for a character’s love interest to me. Like, Lance and Shiro even have the same look on their face, and we know Lance cares for Allura romantically, so–this isn’t even subtle. 

There’s how Keith and Shiro are always so supportive, and now we’re seeing Lance and Allura start to repeat that very same pattern. Where Keith and Shiro always looked to each other for strength, we’re starting to see clear parallels of that in allurance as well. Most notably 1) when Allurance looks to Lance for help in season 3 and Allura in turn assures him he’s a natural 2) when Lance fears he might no longer have a place on the team and Allura reaffirms just how important he is, and 3) when Lance encourages Allura at the end of season 4. “You’re the heart of Voltron,” is such a touching line, as is the exchange–“Thank you, Lance,” “That was all you.” They’re so sweet, and the evolving dynamic is very reminiscent of sheith. 

There’s also this very specific, interesting parallel in that Allura lets her walls down and reveals a part of her tragic past to Keith. Similarly, through the BOM trial, Shiro sees Keith’s past. And yeah, both of those scenes involve unveiling information about the respect characters’ lost fathers, which is interesting. On Allura’s end, it shows she openly trusts Lance enough to share this information voluntarily. And as for Keith, though the memories were projected against his will, Shiro is still the only person this information is ever divulged to. I doubt Keith would trust those memories with anyone else. 

The last thing I’m going to touch on is how the lion exchange between Keith and Shiro is incredibly similar to Lance and Allura’s. And yes, in the case of the latter it was a two way exchange, because it wasn’t Keith who handed of Red to Lance. No, that honor goes to Allura. And just like how Allura encourages Lance to take up the mantle of the Red lion, Lance in turn tells Allura she was  meant to pilot Blue. “If I had to lose Blue to anyone, I’m glad it was you.” “The Blue lion chose you for a reason.” The situation is a clear parallel to how Keith and Shiro keep insisting the other is the true black paladin, and each tries to comfort the other with that fact. “The Black lion has chosen you. I’m proud of you, Keith.” “It was always meant to be yours.” 

so yeah, I think these two ships are endgame   

Kiwi

Originally posted by fearless-man

Inspired by Harry Styles’ song ‘Kiwi’. Just an one shot without any connections to other stories I’ve written. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it

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“He’s everything- my everything, my only, my all.”

Requested by many people (phrase no. 8 from my prompt list)


Draco realized he was in love with Harry Potter when he was seventeen. On that day, in that exact moment, Draco was supposed to hate Harry Potter with more hate than he had ever felt for anything in whole life. He was supposed to sentence Potter to death. But when Draco stood there staring into Potter’s ever so green eyes, his face mere centimeters away from Potter’s - close enough to kiss, all Draco could feel was love. Draco felt sick to his stomach when he realized this, but he shoved all his emotions into the deepest, darkest part of his heart so he could deal with them later, just like he always did.

“I don’t know,” Draco said, and by doing so disappointing his family and betraying everything that he was supposed to care about.

But somehow Draco didn’t give a damn about these consequences. Potter was his everything now.


Draco did not let his love for Harry Potter resurface for five years. Even after Potter’s testimony at Draco’s trial, and Draco becoming friends with Granger in their Eighth Year at Hogwarts, and Draco running into Potter because of Teddy-related activities, Draco’s feelings remained suppressed. And that was okay, because Draco was perfectly fine ignoring these feelings, and he planned on going on ignoring them for the rest of his life, but then Potter had to fuck everything up by being an Auror and nearly dying on the same night that Draco was working in the Severe Spells and Trauma Unit of St. Mungo’s.

“What have we got?” Draco asked the mediwitch on duty as he slipped on a pair of Healing gloves, magically programmed to be impenetrable against germs.

The mediwitch forced her gaze away from the patients being carted into the Trauma center on flying gurneys and looked at the medical chart that an EMW (Emergency Medi-Wizard) had handed her. “Twenty two year old male, took a Spasmos to the chest and was Crucio’d for approximately thirty seven seconds. He’s been having seizures every seventy four seconds. He and his partner were on an Auror mission.”

Draco nodded in understanding. “Who’s got his partner?”

“That’s me.” called Healer Owens. Owens, known to Draco as Jasper, winked at Draco as he slid on his gloves and listened to his own mediwitch recite the medical information on Draco’s patient’s partner.

“Thirty year old female, hit with Petrificus Totalus and thrown against the wall when one of the criminals cast an Expulso. Possible paralyzation and many broken bones,” Jasper’s mediwitch reported.

Jasper grimaced. “We’ll see what we can do about that.”

Jasper and Draco both headed in opposite directions to treat their patients.

The EMWs had just transferred Draco’s patient from the gurney to a bed when Draco reached him. The man’s tanned chest was bare and he was wearing only his trousers; the EMWs must have removed his robes when they realized his chest had been hit. Draco barely got to look at his patient before his mediwitch handed him the specially-modified Healer’s wand  and had to set to work, but one glance was all it took for Draco to recognize the man on the bed: it was Harry Potter.

Draco pushed his thoughts on Harry Potter to the back of his mind (he was quite good at it after five years of practice) and centered all of his attention on the injuries in front of him.

“His seizures are occurring more frequently now, only about sixty two seconds apart now,” his mediwitch chirped. “Forty three seconds until the next one.”

Draco nodded and waved his Healer’s wand over Potter’s - no, the patient’s - chest, and cast a spell to make the area affected by Spasmos glow. A small circle on the left half of the patient’s chest lit up in an electric blue color, and the color had spread across the rest of his chest in thin lines, like branches of a tree.

“Shit,” Draco muttered. One of the branches of light was dangerously close to the patient’s heart. Potter’s heart.

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After Words

Summary: Bookshop AU. Reader finds a book with some handwritten notes inside and sets out to find the person responsible.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 6,690

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of anxiety, one mention of PTSD, mentions of mental health issues, I love italicizing things, and I make fun of people calling other people snowflakes

A/N: This is for @whotheeffisbucky​‘s AU Writing Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate! Sorry if it’s a mess!

Originally posted by leafierleaf

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Logan and William in Westworld 1x05 “Contrapasso”

for @asweetdeception