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The Arrangement: Part 9

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 9

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  3119

Warnings:  angst, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

Originally posted by im-bigbrother-dean

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“You know, you don’t have to do this right now. It can wait, if you’re not ready.”

“It’s ok… Thanks for coming with me.”

Docks: Holding Area - in which many feels were had. These two tho, amirite??

Have You Tried Seducing?

Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!

A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!

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3 weeks.

It had been 3 weeks since you had overheard Castiel confess his love for you to Sam and Dean.

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Scream

credit to original owner for gif

Vampire! Yoongi

words: 2,980

genre: pure smut and some fluff if you squint

warnings: some degrading, explicit content (but isn’t that why you’re here?)

summary: you were supposed to get married off to a prince, not be sacrificed to Lord that just so happens to be the ruler of the Demonic World.

Waking up to the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen wasn’t exactly the best thing, but then again, it wasn’t the worst. Letting out a deep sigh, you got out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen, preparing for the worst. Upon stepping into view, your eyes widened at the sight. 

“Where is she?”

Pure bloods. One of the absolute worst kinds of being: they’re vile, ruthless. complete savages. They care for no one but themselves. Being the most feared, they walk the grounds as if they own it. It was only natural to obey them, either that, or die. Dressed in black from head to toe, you could help but pathetically let out a whimper in fear. Your father had blood dripping from his head, staining the marbled floors that he had worked so hard to put together, despite not bathing in riches like the other men in the village. Your sisters had already been married off to wealthy young men, unlike you who verbally and physically showed defiance to marrying a man who you did not know anything about. You would get beaten relentlessly, saying that you’re selfish for not sacrificing yourself for the sake of your parents. But you didn’t care. They treated you like shit so that’s all they were going to get. They never loved you, only the two women that came before you. Even though you were polite and obedient, they took advantage of your kindness and forced you to do everything they were able to do themselves. Soon enough, you grew out of the habit of being a sweet little girl. Now, you were deemed as a rebellious, wild, young woman who can’t be tamed. 

“She’s not ready for the Lord! We are still preparing her.” your father gasped for air as he let out a string of curses.

Dropping to the ground, you hid behind the wall, holding your breath as you watched the scene play before you. 

“He wants her. Now.” 

A hand clasped over your mouth, dragging you out from your corner. Thrashing relentlessly, you bit the hand and was harshly pushed to the ground in return.

“Found the little bitch hiding.” the man spat, glaring at you who was near tears as you stared them in the eyes.

“What do you want with me?” you said through gritted teeth.

“Your dear father didn’t tell you?” he looked over at your pathetic excuse of a guardian. “He signed you off to the Lord in return for a large sum of money. Exciting, isn’t it?”

A flash of fear swept over your features as you backed up, only to bump into another one of the Pure bloods.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll finish you off very quickly.” he flashed his fangs before fisting your hair, slamming your head against the ground which knocked you unconscious. 


The throbbing in your head caused you to eventually wake up only to find out that you were no longer at home, but in the home of a demon. You grabbed the sheets in anger. 

How dare they sell me off?

You were fuming with anger and sadness, but more importantly, you were starving. The room was dark, the only source of brightness being the moonlight that ever so gently shone from behind the sheer curtains. Not only had you been passed out the entire day, but you had never been so unproductive in your entire life. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to be living like this. Once again, you fearlessly crawled out of bed, groping the walls in hopes of finding a light switch. The room was big enough for at least two people, yet here you were, all alone. Finally, your hands found its way and flicked the switch, causing your eyes to be blinded by the bright light that consumed the darkness. 

 You gasped in shock. The room was beautiful, astonishing, everything you never had. It was what you dreamed about and more. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing before your very own eyes, but you knew that you were nothing more than a pawn in the devil’s game. Scanning the room, your eyes fell upon the victorian dress that hung gracefully over a chair, matched with glossy black heels and a large variety of jewelry. Crests of gold mixed with burgundy lured you closer and closer. The material was silky smooth, specks of lace here and there. Looking in the mirror at your dirty, ripped clothing, you sighed in defeat as you got ready to shower and so forth.

If I’m going to die at the hands of a demon, I might as well look good while at it

Henceforth after getting cleansed from all the dirt residue that lied beneath your fingernails and in the creases of your hair, you carefully dressed yourself in the dress as well as the heels. Splattering a small mist of perfume, you disregarded the jewelry, believing it was a bit too extravagant for someone as poor as you. You wanted to look beautiful, but you didn’t want to fake it all for the sake of someone who was going to kill you by the end of the night. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let out a deep breath as you swung the door open only to be met with a seemingly never ending hallway full of large paintings on the walls. Observing each and every one as you made your way down, you overheard someone talking and felt eager to follow through. Turning the corridor, you saw two men standing around, talking to one another. Smiling, you began to approach them, eagerly waving as you had done so. 

“Last time I checked, she was asleep.”

“Is she as pretty as everyone’s been saying she is?”

“Of course. The Lord always chooses the best, it just sucks that she’s gonna die soon.”

“It happens all the time.”

You stopped in your tracks, looking down at your feet. Of course they were talking about you, but you didn’t want to hear those words fall out of their mouth. By the time you glanced back up, they were gone. Once again, you were all alone. A hand snaked its way around your waist, lips only a centimeter away from your ear as the figure spoke.

“Come with me.”

A chill traveled down your spine as you hastily agreed, despite not knowing what was to follow. He gently grabbed your hand, leading you down an unfamiliar hallway. You walked slowly behind him, observing everything that surrounded you. Sure, you were going to die, but you wanted to at least take your time and live the moment. You stepped into a room, mouth agape as you looked around. It was at least twice the size of your so called room. You didn’t have much time to play scavenger as you were softly plopped onto the bed. Your eyes finally met with his.

Lord Yoongi. 

People would shake at his very name. He was feared by all and of course you knew that. You felt that fear, but at the same time, you were so intrigued by him. His pale skin that contrasted against his dark hair made his features stand out even more.  Your breath hitched in your throat as he caressed your cheek. The thought of being killed by his hands was enticing. His scent was ever so addicting and god forbid the smirk that fell upon his face.

“I’m sure you know what you’re here for.”

You nodded before responding in a voice no louder than a whisper, “I am to be sacrificed to you in return for money. I am going to die by your hands.”

He gave you a blank stare before erupting in laughter and as much as you loved the melody of it, you couldn’t help but visibly show your confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“W-What?”

“You’re not supposed to die, silly. It defeats the whole purpose of bribing your father just for you to be here. I wanted you.”

“I-I heard people talking in the hallways about how I was just like every other girl.. I’m supposed to be killed like them.”

A flash of anger replaced his gummy smile, his eyes darkening at your comment. “They only died because they were weak. I tried marking them, but they were not the one.”

The one?

“I’ve been searching for my soulmate.” He bluntly admitted, staring into your shaky eyes. 

Of course.

Everyone was so obsessed about finding their soulmate. There was no marking or whatsoever to indicate who belonged to who. You’re supposed to just feel it. Your heart is supposed to jump out of your chest the moment you found the one. Every moment with them is supposed to be pure bliss, a feeling that can never be substituted by anything else is this god forsaken world. 

“Why do you care about soulmates?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“It was my mother’s dying wish and I am to grant it.” 

“Then do what you have to.”

A sudden determination consumed your fear as you looked him dead in the eyes. 

“I can’t just bite you for goodness sake.” Yoongi chucked. “I have to deflower you first, are you okay with that? I don’t want to hur-”

“Okay.” You interrupted, wanting nothing more than to be even closer to him.

“Okay?” Yoongi looked at you as if you were some kind of alienated beast sitting before him.

“Do it.” 

“It’s going to hurt.” He warned.

“That’s okay.”

“You might die.”

“I’m fine with that.”

Yoongi laughed, clearly amused by your sudden responses, “Why do you want to die so bad? You’re at the peak of your youth, you should consider yourself lucky.”

Frowning, you fiddled with your hands as you averted your gaze, “I have nothing else to live for.” 

With that, Yoongi’s lips came crashing down on yours. His sweet taste overwhelmed your senses, leaving you wanting for more. You cautiously wrapped your arms around his neck, unsure if you were allowed to. His touch sent tingles down your body and god it loved you so much. His raspy, shaky breath turned you on. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“This,” He pointed to your dress, “is getting in the way.”

In the blink of an eye, he had ripped it off, causing you to whine, “I really liked the design!”

“If you live, I’ll give you more than just that.”

At this point, you were dripping wet. Just his voice alone makes you moan. Yoongi stopped touching you, taking the time to observe your godly figure. His hands ran over the small creases in your palms. He looked at the way your lips were shaped, how you had done your hair, the way your boobs were spilling out of your bra. Feeling as though you needed some sweet relief, he unclipped your bra without a moment of hesitation and watched as they bounced in slow motion. Gasping as your skin came in contact with the cold air, your felt yourself getting more aroused within each touch. 

“Please, Lord Yoongi. Don’t make me wait too long.” You begged, giving a small pout which made Yoongi look at you in amusement.

“Patience, my love. I want to savor every moment with you.” His words melted your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be touched by his long, slender fingers. “Call me Yoongi.”

With one hand fondling your breast, his lips connected with yours once more as his free hand found its way in your underwear. Arching your back in pleasure, Yoongi smiled at the thought of pleasing you, wanting to do more and more just for you.

“You like that, baby?” Yoongi whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, “You like the way my fingers pump in and out of your tight pussy, hm?”

You were overwhelmed with all the pleasure he was giving you and only moaned loudly in response. He made his way down until his face was infront of your sex. Blowing softly, you jolted at the sudden action and whined.

“P-Please, Yoongi. I need you.”

“I’m right here, baby.” He teased, licking your clit as he continuously fingered you.

“I need you inside of me!” You nearly screamed as he added another finger. 

You don’t know how long he was doing this, but all you knew was that you were going to come very soon.

“Almost there, baby. Come for me.” He said, sucking on your clit as you clenched around his digits. 

Moaning loudly, you finally gave in. Chuckling at your response, Yoongi licked his fingers clean before undressing himself. Your mouth watered at the sight of his bulge, gently grasping it in your tiny hands.

“May I?”

Your words made him groan. “Be my guest.”

With that, you slowly tugged down at his boxers, allowing his member to break free. Your eyes widened at the sight, you knew he was big, but he didn’t know he was this big.

“I-I don’t really know what to do.” You admitted, slowly twisting as you stroked his length.

“F-Fuck, you know what you’re doing.” He threw his head back and shut his eyes in pleasure.

Satisfied with his response, you carefully licked the tip before taking him by surprise as you shoved his entire shaft in your mouth. Yoongi sucked in a breath as he let out a sound of pure bliss.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” 

You chuckled in return, the vibrations from your mouth only making him more aroused. 

“I can’t take it anymore!” Yoongi claimed, pushing your back on the bed, aligning himself at your entrance. “Baby, this is gonna hurt, but be a good girl and take it all in for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You looked into his eyes and shook your head, “Please, Yoongi. Make love to me.” 

Yoongi leaned down, kissing you as he shoved his shaft inside of you causing you to gently bite his lip. It was excruciatingly painful, but you endured it for Yoongi. You wanted to please him and if this was one way to do it, then so be it. You don’t know why, but all you wanted to do was make him feel good. From the moment you locked gazes, he was all you wanted.

Starting off with slow thrusts, Yoongi let out a string of curses before quickly apologizing, “I’m going to go faster, so let me know if it’s too much for you.” 

You gripped the sheets as he pumped in and out of you at the speed of lightning. The pain disappeared and now, you were left on cloud nine. His dick filled you whole, but it wasn’t enough. Pulling out, he placed one of your legs on your shoulder and shoved himself back in, causing you to scream in delight. You weren’t even aware that it was possible to go so deep.

“Scream my name, baby. I want to hear you scream.” Yoongi practically moaned into your ears.

“Fuck,Yoongi!” You began chanting his name as if it were some ritual, unable to get enough of him, despite being deep in your pussy.

“Don’t clench around me. I don’t want to cum so fast.” Yoongi whined.

“I’m going to come soon, so might as well, baby.” 

Upon hearing your nickname for him, Yoongi sped up. You were so close and you could tell he was too by the look on his face and grip around your waist. If you were to survive, you swore that you would wake up with bruises around your hips. 

“Almost there, baby. Come on!” Yoongi thrusted even harder, the sound of his dick slapping against your ass echoed in the room.

You were sure people could hear the sound of you two having sex, but you didn’t care. If you were going to die, then you wanted to go down in history. Mustering all the strength in your body, you took Yoongi by surprise as you flipped him around and momentarily straddling before you began riding him.  Reaching up to fondle your boobs, you moaned as you roughly grinded your hips against his. 

“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi thrusted once more, causing you to yelp as you arched your back in pure pleasure. 

Yoongi sat up and pounded into you, the sound of your wetness splashing all over his thighs as he relentlessly made love to you. With one last powerful thrust, you simultaneously came. Panting in exhaustion, you moved the hair away from your neck, allowing Yoongi to finish the process.

“Bite me.” 

With his dick still inside of you, he connected his forehead with yours and smiled before saying, “Even if you turn out to not be my soulmate, I want to you to know that I love you, despite not knowing you for that long.”

You laughed at his remark before reciprocating his affection, “As romantic as it is, if I had really met you like I had now, I would have prayed to the heavens that you were my soulmate.”

Yoongi leaned in and gave you one last kiss, the feeling of his lips still lingering on your lips as he pulled away. You closed your eyes shut as he softly pecked your neck, gripping on your waist as your fisted his hair. Then, he sunk his fangs into your delicate flesh, allowing the blood to drip down your naked body. 

tips for studyblrs on a budget

While there are a lot of good things about the studyblr community, a lot of people (myself included) have noticed that the goal of many within the community is often having the most perfect, beautiful notes and supplies. For a lot of people, this is just far too expensive to be justified. There’s obviously nothing wrong with if you have the money for the “studyblr best” supplies, or if you just want to treat yo’ self, but here’s some tips to help you get nice study supplies without breaking the bank!:

1. Dollar stores! They generally have a decent selection of office supplies (as well as a lot of other basics), and some stores stick to an “everything is $1″ policy. I tend to buy pens, sharpies, and notecards from dollar stores. Though a tip is to go for the sets of pens/sharpies, because those are likely to be cheaper than buying them somewhere else (individual pens aren’t necessarily cheaper at a dollar store). I also have a nice set of highlighters, and my mom got a set of gel pens that seem to be similar to the Pilot Juice pens.

2. Speaking of pens… if you want to keep a good variety of pens, my general rule of thumb is this: ~4 black pens in two different sizes (My most-used are my Pilot G-2 in the 1.0 size and the Muji 0.38) - this way you have a thicker pen when you want/need that, and a thinner pen when that’s preferred. If you only use one size, more power to ya. I like to use a thicker black pen for headings and use the thinner for details when taking notes.
As for colors, I recommend just having one of each color that you use. If you’re not going to use 5 shades of yellow pen regularly, you don’t need that new set with a cool shade you don’t have yet. Find a brand/type of pen you like, and stick with one or two colored sets at most (I learned this from experience).

3. Highlighters: Don’t get them if you know you don’t use them. Don’t get different varieties if you don’t use them. If you love the look of neon highlighters, you don’t need to splurge for something like the Zebra Mildliners. If you don’t like the neon ones, but think you’d use the Mildliners, go for it. Most of the time, I don’t use highlighters when taking notes, I just write the words I would have highlighted in a different color from the rest of the notes (this works best when you’re taking notes from a textbook or copying notes over).

4. Just get a decent backpack. One that’ll hold up and hold all you need, but don’t feel like you need a specific brand or style of backpack. It’s literally on your back half the time, it doesn’t need to be cute.

5. Cheap notebooks work just as well as expensive notebooks. Get the off-brand notebook on the bottom shelf at target. Don’t feel like you can’t use the remaining pages at the end after your class ends. You can start a new subject in an old notebook. You can practice handwriting in an old notebook. You can use an old notebook as scratch paper or to jot down random things you need to remember. Hell, make a hundred paper cranes with the extra paper if you like to. You don’t need to let the extra paper go to waste.

If you know you’ll only use about half a notebook for one of your classes, get one with less paper or get a 3- or 5- subject notebook for your classes. Each subject generally has less paper than a regular 1-subject notebook, and it helps keep everything together.

If you want to keep a bullet journal, that doesn’t mean you need a fancy notebook for it. You can make the inside look just as good or be just as useful as any Moleskine.

6. Study with a whiteboard. I’m one of those people who has to write something down ten times in order to remember it. Now I could use paper to write it all down, but that’s a lot of paper that I’m wasting over the course of a school year. I decided to get a couple whiteboards instead. I have one small one, about the size of a piece of paper (I don’t exactly remember the cost but I think it was somewhere around $5 maybe? Could have been another dollar store find), and I have a bigger one that I keep on my wall (this one was from Sams Club and cost around $12 and included markers, a tiny eraser, magnets, and a cork board section with push pins - I use this for reminders and holding up my wall calendar, but before exams I take it down and use it to review)

7. Don’t buy the pretty planner if you know you’re not going to use it. If you already have a bullet journal, you probably don’t also need a planner, and vice versa. You can generally use both in the same way, it’s just a matter of finding what works best for you.

9. Don’t fall into the studyblr aesthetic trap. If you know you won’t use something enough to make the purchase worth it, don’t feel like you have to get it.


If you really want to get something, go for it. But don’t feel like you have to have certain supplies to succeed or to be studyblr famous. I’ve been a stationery lover for much longer than studyblrs have been around, and these are just a few things I’ve learned. Now, go tackle that homework!

Clumsy Party

A human ranger, elf rogue, succubus alchemist, an Android wizard and sherrif npc are in an alien ship trying to destroy it when it takes off suddenly and roughly. I’m the dm.
Me: “Okay. So the ship wobbles and began launching into the air. I want you all to make a dexterity roll to see if you keep your balance.”
Rogue: *rolls a 5* “Welp.”
Me: “you fall right on your ass.”
Ranger: *rolls a crit fail* “Uhhhh.. what does this mean?”
Me: “Well uh.. you smack your head on one of the engine rooms panels and fall unconscious. You take two damage.”
Android: *also rolls a crit fail*
Me: “Jesus Christ. You hit the glass wall holding the engines power source and the electric current shocks and paralyzes you.”
Succubus: *again, rolls a crit fail*
Me: “oh my god. You’re unconscious too. You smack your head against the wall and slump on the floor. This is insane.”
Npc Sheriff: *rolls an 18* “What the fuck is wrong with these people?”

This was a random improv bullshit campaign I did with just dice and a notebook.

I feel like not enough is written about the fact Scott can easily lift Stiles. Probably one-handed even. Grab him around the legs and haul him up, do a bicep curl or two while Stiles squawks indignantly. I am hankering for a fic now where Scott has to bridal carry Stiles for an hour and it takes no effort at all.

Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.


Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficiton)

You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg). 

CHAPTER 2 IS NOW HERE: http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156953215941/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton-chapter-2

AND SO IS CHAPTER 3:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157047198811/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-3

ALSO CHAPTER 4:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157157013206/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-4

AND CHAPTER 5:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157254073496/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-5

AND CHAPTER 6:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157296304031/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-6

AND CHAPTER 7!

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157378879001/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-7

CHAPTER 8:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157547824756/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-8

CHAPTER 9:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157710839871/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-9

CHAPTER 10:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157841715481/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficition-chapter-10

ALSO YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE SERIES ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10025633

Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs. 


Chapter 1: Well, Great.

Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.

Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when they reached the top they saw the problem.

A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.

It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle. Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it out of the sky. Simple.

First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.

They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There was no escape. It had been a trap.

So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can, wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.

There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter. He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent. The crystal explodes.


Lance can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great. Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.


Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship explodes. Lance was on that ship.

But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.

But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get there in time.

Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.

Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”

“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he was limp, was he unconscious or worse?

They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice stopped them.

“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.

Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.

“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said this time barely a whisper.

There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people shouted.

“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.

Allura took in a breath.

“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage quickly melted.

“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down her cheeks.

She wiped them the best she could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried. The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.


Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head, moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in the castle but where exactly was he?

He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was on a Galra ship. Great.

He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.

Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light. A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked, confidence couldn’t fail him now.

“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug

The man took a moment and smiled.

“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.

Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him to answer.

“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.

The man smiled.

“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step forward, examining Lance a little closer.

Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.

”I must inform you that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.

Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump forming in his throat.

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.

Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his face.

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”

Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from the hallway came through the door.

“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.

Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but something about him read a little more of something else.

Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called. Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief. But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.

Lotor began to talk.

“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet. Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor smiled.

“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.

The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.

It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the rest was made of unmoving steel.

Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered all over his face. He was not afraid.

“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.” Lance snarled.

Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his smile grew across his face.

“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”

So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.

It's Good for You

Summary:  You need to find a way to get some exercise when you’re out on a case with Sam and Dean.  Dean is happy to oblige.

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count:  1493

Warnings:  SMUT (oral, female receiving, unprotected sex), fluff

A/N:  I may be developing an exercise kink.  Who knew?

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You slam the door behind you as you stomp into the motel room.  Dean is still in bed just rising up on his elbow rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Whoa, they didn’t have the right set of dumbbells, princess?”

“Ha, ha, Dean.  No they were closed.  A water main broke or something.  How am I supposed to exercise without a gym?

“You wanna come with me for a run?” Sam asks stepping out of the bathroom in his running gear.

You’re about to give Sam your “are-you-serious?” look when Dean chimes in.

“This one?  Go on a run with you?” Dean laughs from his bed.  “Don’t you remember that hunt when she was being chased by a ghoul?  She tried to speed walk away.”

“Shut up!” you throw one of your shoes at Dean.

Dean ducks down as it whizzes past his head.

“Don’t get me wrong sweetheart, you’re the fastest speed walker I’ve ever seen.”

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Double Team

Title: Double Team

Summary: Sam and Dean get rough when they double team you in the shower. Inspired by this imagine (x).

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader x Dean Winchester (no Wincest)

Word Count:  1883

Warnings:  nsfw, threesome, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering,

Author’s Notes:  Thank you @mamapeterson for the advice and being my always awesome beta. I wrote this because my brain needed a break from the plot driven piece I’m working on, so I hope you guys enjoy some gratuitous smut. Let’s just put it out there that this is going to be one seriously cold shower by they time they’re done, I know that. Suspend your disbelief and pretend it’s a never ending hot shower. :-)

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Intimate

Reader X Jungkook

Warning: Angst/ smut 

Status: On Going

Summary: Click here

Part 1

Originally posted by kuromel


2 years ago

You watched the young boy get punched across the face. He fell to the ground and sat up, wiping away the blood dripping down from his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at Namjoon and his friends in front of him.

“Y/N! Check this kid out!” Namjoon laughed, while turning his head in your direction.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of them picking on their newest freshmen. You folded your arms and leaned against the school’s brick walls, holding out a hand, rejecting his offer. Lunch was Namjoon and his group of follower’s “fun time.” They would choose a new freshmen each week and give them an option to either: 1. Give them money or 2. Get beat up. Then they would take them to the back of the school at the end of the week, and either got paid or beat them. Majority of the time, they would just pay up because they were scared, but today was different; the freshmen put up a fight, which rarely ever happened. The only time it happened was about two years ago, and the guy was sent to the hospital and transferred to another school.

The young boy stood up from his fall and darted his eyes towards Namjoon. He had no fear in his eyes, he continued to stare at him, his brown hair dripping with sweat. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and looked Namjoon down.

“Who are you glaring at, punk?” Namjoon frowned.

“I’m staring at this fucking rat in front of me.” The young boy retorted.

Namjoon raised his eyebrows at his insult, stunned. No one ever spoke that way to Namjoon, not even you. Everyone knew better than to insult him, whether it be boy or girl, he’ll immediately put you in your place. You were expecting the young boy to get punched in the throat, but to your surprise, Namjoon started laughing.

“I like this kid.” He said pointing at him, turning his head to look at his crew behind him.

“Rapmon, he just insulted you. Don’t you want to kick his ass?” Hoseok growled.

He shook his head no while waving his index finger side to side, eyes still targeted at the freshmen.

“What’s your name, kid?” Namjoon asked.

“Why the fuck do you want to know?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

“Just because, do I need to explain myself or give you another beating?”

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” He mumbled.

Namjoon nodded and smirked, making his dimples noticeable.

“You should consider hanging out with us, JK.” Namjoon said while walking away from Jungkook. He turned his back towards him and threw out a card from his pocket.

You got off the wall and went to follow Namjoon. Curious about Jungkook, you turned around to look at the young boy. He looked at you with his innocent, deer eyes, and licking away the blood from the bottom of his lips, his gaze never breaking from yours. You smirked before turning away from him. Namjoon wasn’t the only one who found him interesting.

Namjoon and his group of friends entered the school building, along with you in the back. Everyone was avoiding eye contact with them and staying close to the walls as they walked on by.

“Why didn’t you beat him up, Rapmon?” Jin asked.

“Cause I didn’t want to. No more questions, I’m tired.” Namjoon replied.

Namjoon kept his chin up, walking proudly through the hallways. Everyone was afraid of him, even though you knew he wasn’t shit. To you, he tried too hard to look threatening. Deep down, he was just a little boy.

You guys made your way back upstairs to the senior classrooms, waiting for the lunch break to end. You looked out the window and noticed Jungkook now laying on the grass, arms and legs spread apart, and Namjoon’s card still in the same place where he threw it. Jungkook’s eyes were closed, and his clothes were stained with little patches of blood. You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him, sorry for all the freshmen’s who fell victim to your brother’s game.

Namjoon and you weren’t blood-siblings, but since your mom and his dad got married when you were both young, it was as though you both were. He would beat up anyone who picked on you, he couldn’t stand seeing you cry. One time you had a crush on a boy, and Namjoon secretly found out and forced–no–threatened the poor guy to go on a date with you, but funny how things work, the poor guy ended up becoming his best friend: Jung Hoseok. Even after all that, things weren’t awkward between the two of you, thankfully.

“Y/N, I’m going to be home late. Make sure you get V to walk you home.”

You turned around from your seat and gave a small smile to Namjoon.

“I’m a big girl, Joonie. I don’t need him to walk me home.” You quickly darted your eyes towards Taehyung. He had transferred last year from Daegu. Namjoon immediately liked his aura. He was loud and shameless, just what Namjoon needed. He gave him his nickname, V after seeing him fight, he was ruthless, and it was always a victory, everyone was too scared to fight Taehyung. But in reality, he was cute and weird. You liked him, not in a crush way, but he intrigued you. Even though he was a major flirt, you liked that even more. Namjoon always warned the boys that you were off-limits, but that didn’t mean they were off-limits to you. Them being off limits is what turned you on.

After school ended, Taehyung waited for you at the entrance, arms folded and eyes closed, leaning against the wall. You stood in front of him and slapped his arm.

“Let’s go.” You smiled.

The minute you arrived to your empty home, you both made your way to your bedroom. Buttons from your shirts being loosened, kisses getting deeper and sloppier. Taehyung slipped his hand under your skirt and cupped your ass, biting your bottom lip gently. Your fingers tracing the outline of his back, kissing his bare shoulder, up to his jawline. He grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, you could feel his erection against you. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, caressing his toned abs.

“If only Rap Mon knew what a fucking dirty bitch his little angel was.” He grunted.

You were going to remember that. You shoved his shoulders, pushing him back and got on your knees, unzipping his trousers. Rubbing your hands against his clothed dick. Squeezing his cock as punishment for calling you a bitch. He hissed at your action.

“Ouch. Sorry princess, I didn’t mean to offend you.” He smirked.

You rolled down his boxer briefs, revealing his hardened member. One thing you liked about Taehyung was his size, you’ve had sex with other guys before Taehyung, but they never satisfied you. He noticed you staring at his cock and chuckled.

“Well hurry, you don’t want mommy catching you sucking me off.”

You slapped his thigh in response. Grabbing his cock with one hand, you placed the tip on your tongue, and licked his slit. While the other hand massaged his thigh.

“Fuck…Y/N. You’re so fucking dirty.”

He pulled the back of your hair and tightened his grip, moaning louder. Another thing you also liked was how vocal he was, it made you feel good, and it turned you on even more. You began sucking on his tip, slowly working your way up his length until it reached the back of your throat.

“Right fucking there. Stay right there.” He groaned.

He didn’t let you move for a while, tears began forming as he held your head in place. You could barely breathe with his cock blocking your airway. Smacking his thigh as a sign that you couldn’t bear the pain, yet he still didn’t move. He continued making small thrusts deeper inside your throat so you pushed him away and glared at him.

“Why’d you do that?” He groaned, while stroking his member.

“Cause I couldn’t breathe, idiot.” You retorted.

“Sorry princess, I’ll be more careful.”

“Just hurry up and fuck me before my parents come home.”

He licked the bottom of his lips and smirked.

That I can do, princess.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You took off your shirt and unhooked your bra, in which Taehyung bit his lip and slid his hands up from your waist to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them together.

“I want come all over your chest. Can I this time?” He begged.

“If you hurry up, maybe I’ll let you.”

Still holding onto your boobs, he kissed your lips again. You could taste his cherry-flavored chapstick, although his lips were still slightly chapped. Even so, there was no denying he was a good kisser. While his tongue made its entrance in your mouth, he unzipped your skirt, letting it sink to the ground. He walked you over towards your bed, pushing you down. Your back hit the mattress, and you watched his hungry eyes prey on your body.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, princess.”

“Then hurry up and do it. My parents are going to be home soon.” You rolled your eyes.

“I love when you’re feisty.”

He climbed on top of you, and got on his knees resting in between you legs. He stripped off your underwear and lined his member against your center, running it against your slit. He was purposely teasing you, since he could feel your wetness against him. You bit your lip and rolled you eyes, pinching his arm to hurry up. He took notice and placed the tip in. You both moaned at his movement. You could feel yourself stretch as his cock slowly began to fill your walls.

“Fucking…tight.” He mumbled.

Please, Taehyung.” You begged.

He increased his speed and hovered above you, arms on both sides of your shoulders. Thrusting his cock in and out repeatedly, while moaning loudly. You squeezed your thighs against his body, you were close to coming. Taehyung could feel you tightening around his cock and penetrated himself further in.

“Ready to come?” He chuckled.

“Yes…keep going.”

With that, he continued his pace. Sweat dripping down from his neck to his chest. You dug your nails into his skin, as you reached your high. Taehyung smiled as he watched your body squirm as you came around him, feeling proud of himself. Soon after, his speed slowly decreased, you watched his head fall back, biting his lower lip. He was close to coming. He took out his dick and licked his lips.

“Can I come on your chest, princess?” He groaned while stroking his cock.

You nodded and watched him crawl up to your side while pumping himself. His moans became more aggressive and loud, hissing and groaning until a load of hot white liquid fell down to your chest. He ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled.

“Fuck. This was fun.”

You got up and grabbed a towel, wiping away his mess. Gathering his clothes, you threw it towards him and grabbed your own. You both redressed yourselves and as soon as Taehyung was done, he flashed you his boxy smile. 

“I’ll see you next time, princess.” He winked before leaving your room.

Sadly, there wasn’t going to be a next time. Although Taehyung was fun, he was still a part of Namjoon’s crew. You made a rule to yourself, if you were going to sleep with Namjoon’s friend or anyone associated with him, you would only do it three times, and Taehyung had reached his max.

You first began to have sex with Namjoon’s friends as a way to get back at him for ruining your relationship with your last boyfriend. He had gotten your ex super drunk and ended up sleeping with one of Namjoon’s whores. So, you decided to fuck his close friend, Yoongi. When he found out you had sex with him, he got angry at you to the point where even you were a little afraid of him. He dragged his friend by the collar and pounded his head against the wall several times, until you stopped Namjoon, not even realizing he nearly killed the poor guy.

You stopped fucking with his friends or the people that knew him for awhile, until you met Taehyung. He was wild and crazy, which you found super attractive. You teased each other for awhile, until one drunken night, you both fucked in the back of an alleyway. Then the second time was when Namjoon left the house to grab some beers, leaving you and Taehyung home alone. It was fun while it lasted, but you didn’t want Taehyung to get paralyzed like how Yoongi almost was. Even though you liked messing with his friends, you knew your limits.

The next morning you had woken up early to head to school. Finals were nearing, and you needed study and practice. You made your way to the open gate and heard a familiar voice.

“I wasn’t scared of him. If anything, he should’ve been scared of me.”

You turned your head to the sound of his voice. It was the boy from the day before. Jeon Jungkook. He looked at you the same way he did yesterday with his innocent brown eyes. He was alluring, you felt as though time had slowed down while walking past him. His eyes followed you, again never dropping or looking away, you swore the corners of his mouth formed into a grin before you turned away and entered the school building.

You suddenly had a craving for him. Young and innocent. They weren’t typically your type, you seemed to always fall for much older guys, but Jungkook had something that was interesting.

You made your way up to the library and hid yourself in the corner of the room. There were two empty desks next to you, one in front and one on your side. In hopes no one would come sit next to you, you placed your backpack on the desk in front of you. You took out your notebook and book, resting your leg on the chair in front of you, you began to study.

“This seat isn’t taken, is it?”

You looked up and saw Jungkook smirk. He looked more handsome up close. He had a baby face, but it was do-able. You scratched your head and sighed.

“Sorry, it’s taken.” You answered.

“I don’t buy that, baby girl.”

He pulled out the chair you rested your leg on and sat in the seat. He placed his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his knuckles, staring at you up and down.

“What do you want?” You groaned.

“You.” He immediately replied.

His word sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but grin. Charming. But you weren’t submissive like he thinks you are. You were in charge, you were always in charge.

“Get in line, sweetheart. There’s a lot of guys who want me.”

“I know, but do you want them? I saw the way you were staring at me. I know you want me too.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Cause your leg is rubbing against mine right now.” A devilish smirk began to form on his face when you realized you were caressing his right leg. You felt your cheeks get warm, they were probably red as hell. You were caught in a situation, you’ve never been in before. You didn’t even notice you were touching him. You pulled your leg away and tucked a piece of you hair behind you ear, clearing your throat before replying to him.

“It’s only because you’re so close to me. Trust me, sweetheart. I’m really not interested.”

“It’s fine. I like them hard to get anyways, it’s more fun. I know you’ll think about me when you’re fingering yourself, so just talk to me when you want me to help you out.” He lifted one of his fingers and placed it in his mouth, sucking it once before getting up and walking away. You bit your lip, and chuckled to yourself. This was going to be fun. You hope he would decline Namjoon’s offer because you wanted him for yourself. You wanted him more than just three times, for once you really desired someone.


Part 1 is finally up. I always like to add a little background before actually getting into the whole series. I hoped you guys liked it, I’ll try update this series as often as I can since I’m still writing The Last One, but I decided to be nice and gift you all with part 1 on Intimate. Look forward to more, and feel free to leave your opinions! I honestly still need to practice writing smut scenes so kekeke. Until next time, xoxo. 

Boyfriend Dean

I tried out a diff layout for this so I hope that’s okay! Idk how I feel about it but hopefully it’s good ~


Whenever he’s away working, he Skypes you as much as possible. He tries to be serious about it, to check up on you and ask if you’ve eaten well. He’ll tell you about his day, that he misses you; all that.

Originally posted by selwinchester

Then somehow you both end up goofing off, pulling faces and making each other laugh.

Originally posted by bbyeskimo

Although he’s not the type to flaunt the relationship constantly, that does not mean he’s ashamed of it. He’ll show you off but do so tastefully, like while accepting an award or while with friends.

“I would also like to thank the inspiration behind this song; my significant other. Preparing for this album was tough but with them as my muse, the hard work seemed like a breeze ~”

Originally posted by yugyeomsmusic

Going out on random adventures at 3 am to get food or go to a local bar. These times are good for catching up, playing drinking games and socialising with random people. They compliment you often, “Wow, such a cute couple!” and he turns into a shy puppy.

“Hahaha, thank you!”

Originally posted by mykeem

Facetiming you while backstage, usually while he’s getting hair and makeup done. His team make occasional appearances, notifying you of the stupid things he’s said or done. And he’s suddenly regretting face timing you at all.

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

While dancing at the club, he likes to keep you close, to feel your body pressed to his. Even if others stare at you, it doesn’t make him jealous. Because at the end of the day, all they can do is look while he gets to touch ;)

Originally posted by taeyamg

Trying to take cute vids of him but he’s too awkward and just smiles shyly. “Why are you recording me? I look bad today. I should be recording you!”

Originally posted by bodylikeacity

Can’t help the way his heart melts when he sees you interacting with children. He’s too young to be a father and too focused on his career. But someday, he’d love to raise kids with you. They’d be the most aesthetic kids on the planet. He’s already got cute outfits planned in his mind.

Originally posted by streetrapshit

The second he spots you in the crowd at a concert, he can’t help but forget about everyone else. His eyes only see you. He starts singing to you directly, serenading you. Once he realises the rest of the audience is still there, he’s embarrassed by his cheesiness but for that one moment, he can only think of you.

Originally posted by kwon-dean

Your family adores him. He’s mannerly, polite and charming. Although he tends to clam up when they’re around, afraid of saying the wrong thing, they try to get him to talk as much as possible. Your grandmother is always sending him off with home cooked meals and your little cousin bakes him muffins whenever she can. He’s well fed and well loved in your home.

Originally posted by clubeskimo

It may not seem like it but he’s got a dirty side to him. Beneath his soft, aesthetic exterior is a man who can’t help how his gaze lingers when you bend over. Or feel aroused by you exposing skin. 

Originally posted by korean-rnb

He’s a great kisser. Not a dominating, hold you against the wall type well not unless he’s horny. His kisses are soft and sweet. There’s no battling for dominance as there’s only love and emotion poured into each and every kiss.

Originally posted by kpo-verdose

Thinks to himself often that he’s lucky to have you. Although he does state this sometimes and his songs about you show this, it’s usually his actions that speak the loudest. The way he looks at you, how he’ll remember everything you say, how he holds the door open for you .. This boy is completely enamoured and grateful that out of all the people in the world, you chose him.

The relationship is the kind that’s cute and chill. There’s no issues with jealousy or immature things like that. Distance can cause strain but you both work hard to keep in touch and communicate. Your friend group considers you the perfect couple. You share hoodies and snapbacks and take aesthetic couple pics for his insta. The comments on them are mostly sweet and supportive, with the world falling in love with your dynamic. You’re not the couple to make headlines for drama or outrageous scandals. You’re a down to earth couple with matching sneakers that binge watch Netflix and eat ice cream.

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Sir

Group/Member: BTS/Jungkook

Words: 978

Genre: Full on smut, do not read if you are pure, dom!Jungkook, teacher!Jungkook, student!reader

Summary: Y/N gets caught talking in class

Request: anonymous

A/N: The 2nd smut I’ve written that was requested rather than me just adding it in because I felt like it! I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to tell me if I need to fix anything! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by purelyjimin

“Why is he so attractive?” I turn to look at my best friend who was looking at our college professor. Now he wasn’t the typical, old professor. He’s working part time with the school while he goes through grad school, so he’s very close to our age. So it’s not weird that she’s ogling him.

“Why aren’t you paying attention in class?” I ask her. “Is your plan to fail this class so you have to take it again next semester?”

“Yes.” She says, no hint of a joke on her face.

“What if he’s not teaching this class next semester?”

“Ms. Y/L/N! Why are you talking during my class?” I look up and meet Mr. Jeon’s gaze. “Well, according to the clock, it’s time for you guys to go anyway. Ms. Y/L/N, if you could stay after class so I can speak with you.”

I took my time putting my books away as my classmates rushed to leave. “You are so lucky to get to stay after with him. I’m so envious.” My best friend says as she left the room.

“Care to explain why you were talking during my class?” Mr. Jeon asks as I walked up to his desk.

“I was answering y/bf/n’s question, sir.” I answer as I lean against the wooden surface.

“And may I ask what was so important that you had to answer it right then?”

“She wanted to know why you were so attractive.” I say, not bothering to lie or beat around the bush.

“And what did you tell her?” He asks while smirking at me, leaning closer.

“Well I definitely didn’t tell her why I find you attractive.” I look up at him innocently.

He smirks again and walks over to the door. “It’s a very good thing neither you nor I have a class right now.”

“And why is that?” I ask just as he turns the lock.

“Because I believe a punishment is in order.” That’s right, I’m fucking my professor.

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heartbeat pt. III

Title: Heartbeat Pt. III
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Very mature.
Warnings: Daddy kink, roughness, name-calling, drama, fluff. All kinds of chaos.
A/N: This stupid chapter is 8.3k words, and I’m so worn out because this has been driving me bonkers. I hope you’re ready for some drama, because this is where things start to get real. Let me know what you think, because this one was obviously very difficult to write.

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In the Heart of the Storm (Part 2)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are house-sitting for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane. Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 

Warnings – Blood, angst, and bondage

Word Count – 1,450

Notes – Writing these suspenseful, angsty fics always gets my emotions running high!  I’m terrified for her and I know what’s going to happen!!  Anyway, enjoy and as always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Previously:

You’d just laid back down when you heard another noise from downstairs.  Scared that one of the windows had broken, you grabbed the flashlight and crept down the stairs.  

As far as you could see, none of the windows looked broken, but it wasn’t until you were at the bottom of the stairs that you realized that the back door was standing wide open.  You thought back to this afternoon, but you couldn’t remember if you’d locked it or not.  Deciding that you’d simply forgotten and that the wind had blown it open, you walked over and closed it, turning the lock.

You were just about to turn back around when a hand clamped down hard over your mouth.  You felt the sting of a blade nicking the sensitive skin under your jaw as your head was pulled back.  You dropped the flashlight and as it spun around on the hardwood floors, you could just make out a reflection in the window before you.  The sight of a man, dressed all in black, with long wet hair hanging down in his bruised and battered face and a cold, dead look in his eyes had you trembling in terror.


 

“Don’t scream,” he whispered in your ear as your whole body started shaking in terror.

You started to shake your head, but the knife at your throat reminded you to keep still. “I…I won’t.”

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