i want to stroke his face

[TRANS] ‘Seventeen’ Magazine 2017 Aug Issue - BTS Interview (P1)

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RAP MONSTER

- Why are you called “the destruction god”?
JIN: He might seem intelligent and cool, but he’s actually very slow and clumsy. He breaks all kind of stuffs in our dorm from electronic equipment to kitchen tools. That’s why we call him “destruction god”. (laughs)

- What’s your favorite place?
RAP MONSTER: The lake park nearby. I really like going for a walk at the park on nice days.

- What do you want to do in Japan?
RAP MONSTER: Shopping!! There are many clothing brands I like in Japan. If I go to Japan for work, I can’t eat out much, not to speak of shopping… But it’s okay. I’m not upset. I want to travel off-work to Japan and have fun as much as I want some day!

JIN

- What are you interested in these days?
JIN: Nintendo DS. I always play it whenever I can, in my room or in the car. I have to fly a lot because of the world tour, so It’s a perfect way to kill time.
JIMIN: I bought one right before going to Japan because of Jin-hyung too. Just a few more week and other members will be into this too for sure. Except Suga-hyung. (laughs)

- You’re called the trendsetter of the group, is it true?
JIMIN: Once Jin-hyung is into something, other members will somehow be into it too. It happens a lot. The only exception is Suga-hyung, he’s way too unwavering. (laughs)

SUGA

- What are you interested in recently?
SUGA:
There’s a convention about music equipment from all over the world, I watch the videos from that convention and check out the newest equipment. I’ve been liking up-to-date equipment since I was young. I adopt computers or electronic equipment faster than anyone else. 

- Any episode that can tell you’re like a music maniac?
RAP MONSTER:
His room is flooded with equipment. Those music equipment emit so much heat that his room’s hot like hell!! No one would be able to stand it without air conditioner. We plan not to come near his room in the summer. (laughs)

J-HOPE

- Tell us J-hope’s secret!
V:
A secret would no longer be a secret if it’s disclosed. But if I have to tell one… He gave me a present not long ago, a watch I wanted to have, as a surprise. He even put in a handwritten letter ♡

- What is the main choreography point in ‘Blood, Sweat & Tears’?
J-HOPE:
The ‘blood, sweat and tears’ chorus. The dance move of stroking from the neck to the face like wiping tears!

- If you can live one day as another person, who do you want to be?
J-HOPE:
Jungkook. I want to be young. What do I want to do? Hmh, I think I would do nothing like a maknae would!

JIMIN

- Where does your nickname (Slow Jimin) come from?
RAP MONSTER:
The reason we call him that… It’s because Jimin’s always late. (laughs) He wakes up late and does many thing slowly. He tends to be slow.

- Anything you were slow on recently?
JIMIN:
May 8th is Parents’ Day in Korea. It’s like ‘Father’s Day’ and ‘Mother’s Day’ in Japan, a day for children to express their gratitude to parents. I wanted to give them something on that day, but I kept thinking of what to give to make them happy… Two months passed and now I still can’t decide what to give. I’m late with presents too. (laughs)

V

- If you can live one day as another person, who do you want to be? 
V: No one. I know the members too well so there’s probably nothing I want to know from becoming them. And I know every secret of Jimin and Jungkook. Right? Right?
JUNGKOOK: …….Right. (laughs)

- What is V’s secret?
JUNGKOOK: He sometimes pretends to be cool. He’s always playful but on some certain days he can be cool depending on his mood. I was saying “Those who are good at English are so cool” and he suddenly spoke in English. He started to appeal himself “I’m cool right?”. It’s cute.
V: That’s right. I’m cute ♡

JUNGKOOK

- If you can live one day as another person, who do you want to be?
JUNGKOOK: Rap Monster-hyung. He’s really smart. I want to be smart too!

- No one can beat me on this!
JUNGKOOK:
Listening to music. I listen to music all the time. Also I don’t lose when it comes to passion. My heart is flaming more than anyone else!! I’m warm-hearted ♡

- Tell us Jungkook’s secret!
J-HOPE:
Secret.. Does he have any? We live together all the time so I don’t know what is a secret anymore. (laughs) Should I say it’s that Jungkook has a lot of greed? Not like doing as he pleases but in a good way. He’s greedy like “I want to challenge this to improve myself”!

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THE STYDIA KISS (and hug)- an Extra™ frame by frame analysis

ok so we start out with this shit. even before this frame, dude is staring at them Martin lips like he’s in the middle of the desert and they’re the only water for miles. Then we get here and they both go in OPEN goddamn MOUTH for this kiss. she is PUCKERED for him. She was puckered ten feet ago, she was puckered when she walked in the damn door, hell, she was puckered 3 months ago. She got her tongue fucking ready to dock at Port Stilinski Lips.

She comes in fucking Little Caesar’s Hot ‘N Ready with the hands on the neck. goddamn. And they are PRESSED into each other. If they were kissing any deeper they would swallow each other. Which now, come to think of it, might have been their goal.

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Play time with Daddy 2 (part 1)

“Here now.”
I sigh knowing full well what’s coming next. I’m just so sleepy. I whine “I don’t want to play right now daddy”
“That doesn’t matter baby”
He’s right of course, when daddy wants to play I have to be a good girl, or else daddy will punish me.
“Here now.”
Daddy’s on the bed, and I’m on the other side of the room checking my phone. Daddy’s already stripped down to his boxers and tshirt. I’m wearing the dress daddy approved for me today. “I’m not going to say it again” he warns. I take a step towards daddy but he puts his hand up as if to say stop. “Hands and knees” he commands. sometimes Daddy will make me crawl as a reminder that I’m his sex pet, usually when I’m bad. I can already tell daddy doesn’t wanna play games today. I sink down to my hands and knees and crawl to daddy, he grabs my face.
“What are you?”
“Daddy’s property” I respond
“You going to be a good girl for daddy today?”
I nod and smile.
“Turn around and bend over” he commands. I turn facing away from daddy, my head to the carpet and my ass in the air. Daddy reaches over and grabs something from the drawer. I await anxiously for whatever is about to happen next. I feel daddy lift up my dress revealing my lace pink thong.
“Does baby wanna play with her toys?” Daddy asks.
“Yes please daddy”
Daddy moves my thong to the side. “Spread your legs” he orders.
I do as I’m told. I feel the tip of something cold against my button. Uh oh, I think to myself, it’s lube. Without warning daddy shoves my butt plug into me. I instinctively jolt away and daddy spanks me for my bad behaviour. I quickly move back into position, my legs spread, and my button filled. I hear a buzzing noise. “Do that again and you won’t get this for the rest of the week.” Making his point, Daddy pushes my favourite toy against me. It’s my little vibrator. Daddy puts in my panties against my clit. “Turn around, and take off dress baby”. I lift my head and turn facing toward daddy, I obediently lift my dress over my head exposing my bare breasts. Daddy rarely has my wear a bra anymore. He likes to watch my nipples get hard when he teases me in public. I sit there with a mix of both pain and pleasure. Daddy points a stern finger to his crotch, letting me know what he wants. Without hesitation I pull his boxers down and begin sucking is cock. The intensity of the clit stimulator and butt plug causes me to suck daddy’s cock more profusely, daddy moans in response. I lick daddy’s shaft from top to bottom. Taking my hand I begin stroking daddy’s cock, while I lick and suck his balls. Daddy moans more. I then swallow all of daddy’s cock as he begins to thrust into my mouth. He grabs my head rather softly and guides my pace. I can tell daddy is enjoying himself. He quickly stands up and pulls my face close. Daddy takes his cock and begins hitting my face with it. I stick my tongue out and daddy hits that too.
“You like daddy’s cock in your mouth?”
I nod my head as daddy continues to dominant my mouth.
“Are you daddy’s little cumslut?”
I pull away from daddy’s cock “yes daddy.” Daddy pulls my face back to his cock and I continue to suck it with enthusiasm, just as daddy’s taught me too. I begin to squirm.
“What’s the matter baby?”
“My panties are soaked daddy”
“Show me”
I know what daddy wants. I reach down into my panties and glide my fingers along my pussy. There instantly soaked. I pull them out, show daddy, then lick my fingers.
“You like the way you taste baby?”
“Yes daddy”
“Come here” daddy motions me to get on the bed. I do as I’m told, remaining in my hands and knees position.
“Good girl” daddy says. my heart flutters. “What do you say we take out this thing?” Daddy tugs on my butt plug.
“Yes please daddy” I beg
Daddy pulls it out, and a sigh of relief escapes me. Daddy takes off my panties and removes the clit stimulator. “Open your mouth” daddy orders. I do so, and daddy sticks my panties in my mouth. “No noise” he says. I nod my head obediently.

Issues (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request: Jeep sex and a good bit of fluff.

A/N: This is my first story in like 8392 years and I’m so put of practice so please bare with me because it’s not great. Also shoutout to Emily. You’re the real mvp. Feedback would be great. 

Word count: 4,185

We were sitting in the jeep on the highway from Toronto back to Pickering and though we weren’t even half way yet, the drive seemed longer than usual.
Painfully longer. 

Though it was a rather warm summer day, I felt the chills run down my bare arms the soon as we got into the car. The pesky silence between us was smothering, suffocating really and made my entire body linger in the most uncomfortable way possible. 

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morning after their ‘i love you’s

They had held each other the entire night. Neither of them had let the other out of their sight… or arms. The warmth and safety that Alec and Magnus had most definitely missed after their most recent dispute, after the attack on the Institute, was now more intense than ever.

Neither had slept a tonne that night. They couldn’t bare the thought of losing each other again. Instead, the night was spent squeezing each other tight, an abundance of kisses, and whisperings of ‘I love you’.

Alec had thrown all caution to the wind when he had confessed his feelings to Magnus, completely unaware whether Magnus felt the same but he couldn’t keep it bottled up. Alec had never known love that intensely before, not even when he believed he was in love with Jace. And Magnus, he couldn’t risk losing such a connection that he had spent over a century avoiding.

Alec stroked Magnus’ face, his thumb grazing over every feature as softly as possible. Magnus traced every rune on Alec’s body, reminding himself that the boy laying just inches from him was here to stay. Alec was about to say something when his phone began to ring. He reached for it past Magnus but stopped when it stopped ringing. Magnus rolled over to look at the screen. “It’s Izzy,” he whispered, reading the message. “She says they need you at the Institute.”

Alec groaned in protest but began to get up. He really should’ve made sure to get some rest. Alec propped himself onto his elbows so he could look at Magnus. They both just smiled at each other, content with where they were. Magnus reached a hand over and curled his fingers around Alec’s naked bicep. “Don’t go…” Magnus whispered against Alec’s arm, leaving a trail of kisses that made Alec weak. Magnus looked up at him and pouted.

Alec brought his hand over to Magnus’ cheek, stroking him and bringing him up to kiss him softly. “I don’t want to either,” he murmured, their lips still brushing against each other. Magnus smiled into the kiss and pulled on Alec’s arm, bringing him closer and onto him. They pulled apart but Alec remained hovering over Magnus. “Can I see them again?” he asked staring straight into Magnus’ eyes.

Magnus felt his stomach churn. Never had someone asked to see his cat eyes willingly before. He blinked once in order to reveal them and stared at Alec’s face with them. He searched the boy’s face for a reaction, any reaction. But all he received was a slight parting of Alec’s lips. Magnus always felt uncomfortable when someone looked straight at them. But Alec made him feel safe, like there was nothing to hide. Still, Magnus hastily blinked away and brought up his glamour once again. “I really wish I could see them more,” Alec said with a small smile. Magnus’ heart ached for him. Alec curled an arm under Magnus’ back and lay back down to rest his head on Magnus’ chest. Their toes played together under the covers. “I love you so much.”

Magnus’ heart, the same that had not felt anything for God knows how long, stammered loudly. Magnus could feel Alec smile against him. “I love you with every fibre of my being, Alexander.”


what i wish they showed us after the party

magnus waking lazy alec

magnus and alec prepare breakfast for the gang

magnus makes alec dance with him

Imagine…


It’s a sunny Saturday morning, the sun is just peaking through a gap between your cream coloured curtains, illuminating your room. You smile to yourself, as you stir in your sleep, replaying the events of last night…where you celebrated with your friends until early hours of the morning.


You roll over onto your side, your lips tugging into an even larger smile as you admire the sleeping man beside you. You watch as his chest rises and falls, his dark brown locks twisted in such a way that they fall perfectly over his closed eyes. God. His eyes. When they were open you felt safe in his chocolaty orbs. You felt protected and at home. You loved them.


You took note of how the sun highlighted every dent and every crevice in his supple creamy skin. You noticed every mole and every freckle that dotted his jaw. Lifting a hand, you reached out and softly stroked back some hair that covered his face…and wondered….


How did you get so lucky?

“How long are you gonna lay there for just staring at me?” He mumbled, his voice low and gravelly. You grinned, pressing a kiss to his nose before pulling back and watching as his eyelids fluttered open to reveal his beautiful brown eyes.

“For as long as you’ll let me darling” you murmur back, reaching out to intertwine your fingers. Tom smiled at you briefly, before snaking an arm around your waist.


“Then stare forever, because I don’t want you looking at anyone else that way” he whispered, his British accent breaking through. You softly touched his cheek, savouring the feel of his skin beneath your fingertips. You bit your lip, looking your boyfriend directly in the eyes.


“I wouldn’t dream of it…”

miraculance  asked:

Hey, happy birthday! :) How about a drabble based on that prompt that went around once, about lance's feelings being enhanced by some space flower and he spends a day or two mooning over keith with keith thinking it's just a temporary thing? I hope you had a great day!

i’ve never seen this prompt so it might not be exactly right but here you go! 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Pidge reassures Keith for the hundredth time, but Keith isn’t sure he believes her. “Stop asking if you’re not gonna believe me,” she adds, which makes him squint suspiciously at her. “I’m not reading your mind, you’re just obvious. So is the reason you’re asking me about this over and over.” 

“I’m just – Lance is a paladin, we need him to be functional to be a team,” Keith says, crossing his arms. He glances across the room where Coran is talking to Lance, still surprised when he meets Lance’s eyes despite the fact that Lance has been staring at him since they got back to the castle. Lance doesn’t blink, doesn’t even look embarrassed to be caught staring – he just grins brightly at Keith and waves a little. Keith flushes hot and then glares at Pidge when she laughs. “He’s not okay, Pidge, look at him.” 

“Looks normal to me,” Pidge mutters. Keith shoots her a look and she sighs. “It was just some weird space plant that messed with his neurotransmitters. It’s not dangerous, it’ll work through his system in a day or so. Coran isn’t worried, you shouldn’t be either.” 

But Keith does worry, especially when Lance sits close to him in the common area later and says, “Hey.” His voice is low, and it strokes down Keith’s spine like a fingertip. He shivers a little, but looks up at Lance despite himself. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” Lance says dismissively. “I wanted to spend time with you.” He ducks his head and peers at Keith. “You know, you’ve got really pretty eyes.” 

“I – what?” Keith stammers, feeling his face heat up.

“You’re really cute,” Lance says, smiling. It’s not a smirk, not the way it usually is when Lance flirts with people. He looks like he’s saying something as if it were a well-known fact, a given. “You worrying about me is especially cute.” 

“I–” Keith says, at a loss for words. “I – this is just that plant thing talking–” 

“Plant thing? I was talking about you, Keith,” Lance says, brow furrowing. “Are you feeling okay?” He scoots closer and puts a hand against Keith’s forehead. Keith can feel his ears burning. “You’re warm,” Lance murmurs. 

“I’ve got to – I have to go now,” Keith says loudly. He stands up, and ignores the vaguely hurt pout Lance sends his way, and barricades himself in his room for the rest of the night. You have pretty eyes echoes over and over in his head throughout the rest of the night.

The next morning, Lance doesn’t show up to breakfast. After a while, Hunk begs for Keith to take him something to eat in case he started feeling ill. When Keith protests, saying someone else should go, Pidge says, “You were the one worrying about him.” 

So Keith knocks on Lance’s door with a bowl of good in one hand, and it stays closed for a disconcertingly long time, until eventually it whooshes open. Lance takes one look at him and turns scarlet. 

“Oh god,” he says, sounding terrified. 

“Um,” Keith says, because this is the exact opposite reaction he was expecting. 

“Oh my god,” Lance repeats. He covers his face with his hands and sighs. “Of course. Okay, yeah, might as well.” He takes the bowl of goo from Keith and sets it on a table near the door. He faces Keith again and looks him dead in the eye. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

Keith’s stomach sinks, any lingering hope that maybe it hadn’t been the plant dissipating immediately. “Right,” he says quietly. “Of course.” 

“It was really inappropriate,” Lance continues, looking pained. “We’re – you and I are partners, and friends, and that stupid plant just made me say things that I’ve been – I didn’t want you to find out like that, and I’m sorry–”

“Wait,” Keith says, frowning. “Find out – what do you mean?”

“That plant thing made me say whatever was on my mind,” Lance says. “Like, not a truth serum thing but just – my inhibitions were lowered. Didn’t – didn’t Pidge explain it to you?” 

“No,” Keith says, but he really had been paying more attention to Lance than Pidge, to be fair. 

“Oh my god,” Lance groans, running a hand through his hair. “I could have just – you didn’t know. But now you know. God, I look like such an idiot–” 

He looks so miserable that Keith can’t help but reach out, touching his arm gently. Lance goes completely still and looks at him, wide-eyed. “Uh,” Keith says, heart beating out of his chest. “It’s, um, cute. You – worrying. About me.” It’s not nearly as smooth as Lance had been, but Keith doesn’t have the advantage of being loose-lipped because of some weird space plant. 

Lance gapes at him, but only for a moment – after a second of comprehension, a smile starts at the corners of his mouth and curls in. He’s still flushed, but he looks more like the Lance Keith is used to. “Well,” Lance says, leaning against his door. “What else do I look cute doing?” 

“Ugh,” Keith says, but he’s grinning too. 

Play With Me, Alpha

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek x Fem!Reader

Summery: Derek’s newest beta keeps causing trouble, so one afternoon he gives her a punishment.

Warnings: 18+gif undercut, sex, Alpha!kink


It was no secret that Derek had a soft spot for you, it was why you got away with so much. As soon as he’d turned you, you wrapped yourself around his protective instinct, making it easy to get what you wanted.

It started innocently, freshly turned, thunderstorm firing overhead, you’d hung onto Derek like a koala bear. But then it stuck, if you needed comfort you’d seek out Derek, who convinced himself it was better him that Scott or one of the betas. Then Stiles pointed out all the other things, batting eyes, pouting, the fake bad moods until you delightedly got Derek to give in.

Which was how the “detox war” started. Unfortunately for your alpha, his instincts screamed that pushing you away would mean pushing you out of the pack. Completely unaware that it was having the opposite effect.

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Boyfriend! Suga

the cutest sleepiest baby my bias wrecker everyone

Dating Suga would include:

  • lots of late night talks
  • but not too late bc suga likes sleep
  • would almost choose sleep over anything else
  • except you
  • when you’re upset or have a nightmare he’ll hum into your ear and wrap his arm around your waist until you calm down
  • that is until you turn to face him and shove your head under his chin which he smiles at and kisses your head
  • the boys find your relationship with suga kinda secretive
  • which is okay by you and suga because all he wants is privacy so he can love on you without hesitation
  • “y/n can you come take a nap with me”
  • “babe”
  • HE GETS SO SUGGESTIVE
  • wiggles his eyebrows at you from time to time, giving you his cute lil smile
  • the sex is good
  • no actually its great
  • he’s definitely a bottom
  • because all he wants to do is admire you
  • you beg him to help you with piano
  • but all he does is begin to teach you, then gets distracted and plays a song
  • “suga how do I play this”
  • “ok look it’s easy, just put your first finger on D and continue on from there”
  • “continue on from where??”
  • you guys honestly spend hours sitting at the piano, learning new songs and him showing you how beautifully he can play
  • jealous y/n is his favorite y/n
  • when you fight it can get heated
  • he knows when you yell “MIN YOONGI” without any formalities he’s in trouble
  • fights usual center around him not doing the dishes or cleaning up his socks from the living room
  • “do your own fucking laundry i’m not your maid”
  • “you may not be my maid, but you’d look good AS a maid”
  • and at that comment he wiggles his eyebrows again and takes you upstairs despite your protests
  • he’s a little cutey sleepy baby
  • you love watching him sleep because he’s so relaxed and looks very peaceful
  • when it’s really early in the morning, you’ll wake up next to him and brush his hair out of his face and stroke his cheek
  • suga knows because for a lot of the time he pretends to be asleep so you keep going
  • “i love yous” are rare but it’s so obvious
  • it’ll slip out during sex or when you two are flat out drunk giggling on the couch
  • or when he gets mad or jealous you’ll hug his shoulders and kiss his cheeks over and over again until you hear his lil laugh and an “i love you”
  • the two of you talk about the future a lot
  • he says he only wants one kid but who knows
  • you’ve seen the way he looks at his little cousins or at the random mother and toddler walking down the street while you guys are on your way to buy groceries
  • SHOPPING with suga is a whole other story
  • he’s v picky
  • “jfc just pick a damn lettuce already”
  • “but they’re all bruised!”
  • “your head is gonna be bruised if you don’t hurry up yoongi”
  • to which he throws a lettuce head into a bag with a grumble
  • he begrudgingly holds your hand when you’re walking down the street
  • he totally secretly loves it and squeezes your hand once in awhile
  • and when you two get back home and unload all the groceries, you’ll drag him to the couch and lay down on top of him.
  • he groans playfully but ends up pecking your lips and giving you his lil gummy smile

other members coming soon!

gif is not mine :)

Something There

Overview: Four years have passed since the war and you and Draco are now soon to be married. But as his insecurities catch up to him, he begins to wonder why someone like you would ever want to be with a former Death Eater like him. For who could ever learn to love a beast?

Word Count: About 1,400.

Warning(s): Some fluffy fluff.

Note: Draco x Reader Beauty and the Beast retelling loosely based off of “Something There” (see below).


Draco watched as you twirled around the kitchen of the Malfoy Manor, a sterling silver spoon in hand. In a cozy robe and pajamas, he thought you were quite a sight. His favorite sight in the world, nevertheless.

“One more week,” you sang. “That’s seven more days until we’re married.” After placing your dishes in the sink, you sat down at the dining table next to Draco. “Can you imagine?”

“Seeing as we already live together,” said he, gesturing to the vast interior of the manor, “I quite easily can.”

You nudged him with your elbow. “It’s still not the same. Soon, we’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.” You paused. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Although he replied with a nod, Draco couldn’t help but frown at the sound of his last name. What was once a word he flaunted about and held to the highest esteem had turned into a scarlet letter after the Second Wizarding War.

He furrowed his eyebrows, dragging his spoon along the rim of his bowl. Soon, you would bear the name Malfoy. Malfoy. A name tarnished and sent to Azkaban and back as nothing more than a patch on his parents’ clothing.

And the more he thought about it, the more Draco realized that wasn’t a burden he wanted to share with you.
__________

A day passed and Draco still had an unsettling feeling in his stomach. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wear long-sleeved shirts, but now he could hardly bare glancing at his Dark Mark.

Is this what being a Malfoy meant?

“Draco,” you said, climbing into the bed as you stared at his back, “what’s the matter?”

He tucked his hand under a pillow. “Nothing, love. Just tired, is all.”

“I don’t believe you.” He felt the mattress shift ever so slightly as you drew nearer to him. “Before all else, Draco, I am your friend. Before being your fiancée, your girlfriend, your anything– I’m still just your best friend.” You peered over at him, his eyes focused on the wall. “So why on earth would you expect me to believe that lie?”

Sighing, Draco turned on his other side to face you, propping himself up on his arm. He noticed the way you scrunched your nose in concern, a wrinkle appearing between your eyebrows.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, babe,” you pleaded. Your face softened as you examined his tired eyes, bringing your hand to brush against the cold skin of his face. “Is it the wedding? Are we going into this too soon?”

“No, of course not. It’s not–” He took a deep breath, unsure of what he wanted to say. Draco captured your hand in his, pulling it near his chest. He stroked the calloused pad of his thumb against your knuckles absentmindedly. “If I had to describe you in one word, it would be perfection.”

You quirked an eyebrow, unsure of how to react. “I’m no where near perfect, but– Don’t try to change the subject.”

He let out an indignant chuckle. “I wasn’t finished. I only meant…Just look at yourself and then look at me.”

“I see a witch and a wizard.”

“Funny,” said Draco with a straight face. “But really look. Because when I look at you, I see a compassionate, intelligent woman who fights for what’s right.” His eyes darted to his clothed forearm, the black mark almost visible through his white night shirt. “When I look at myself, I see is a monster. A beast. A coward, at best.”

You stayed silent, Draco’s hand still in yours. “I think your perception is tainted,” you said, withdrawing your hand from his to gently push back at his sleeve. He caught sight of a sliver of his Dark Mark, causing him to wince. Draco saw you reaching for a black marker next to your journal on the nightstand.

You uncapped it, taking hold of his hand.

“What are you–”

You silenced him with a brief kiss on the lips. You sat up and moved his arm onto your lap. “When I see you, Draco, I see someone who shouldn’t be defined by their mistakes.”

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Shape of You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N (Reader), Jared Padalecki (mentioned), Misha Collins (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.    

Word Count: 3500ish

A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.

It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.

They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.

“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.

“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.

“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.

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Everything Beautiful

Originally posted by slytherinvoid

Anon requests: Can you write an imagine where reader has a shitty relationship with her parents and one night she can’t take it anymore and she goes to Jughead and he comforts her and they spend the night in the drive in together? Thanks in advance <3

Jughead x reader where jug and reader is studying over at the drive in where he lives and then one of the windows are open and she gets cold and then he gives her one of his sweaters and then something happens which ends in him confessing his feelings for her and then he thinks he’s not good enough for her and then she kisses him and a lot of fluff? Thanks

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: In times of need, (Y/N) always turns to Jughead for support

Warnings: implications of abuse

Word count: 713

A/N: I hope I did these requests justice, enjoy!


(Y/N) knocked on the door to the screening room at the drive-in.  She used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears.  Jughead opened the door wearing a puzzled face.

“Hey,” (Y/N) said, trying to keep her voice from cracking.  “I know it’s late but-” she hesitated, not knowing what to say.  “I… I have a biology test tomorrow that I’m really stressed about.  Can I study here with you?”

“Yeah,” Jughead nodded, noticing her abnormally puffy eyes.  “Yeah, of course, come in.”  He opened the door wider so that she could enter.  (Y/N) shuffled into the room, trying to keep her sniffles as quiet as possible.  She plopped down on his bed and wrapped her arms around herself, ever so slightly rocking back and forth.  “You okay?” Jughead asked, sitting down next to her.

“What?” she mumbled, turning her head upwards so she could look at his face.  “Yeah, I’m just tired.”

“Then maybe you should go home,” he suggested.  “I’m sure you’ll do fine on your biology test.”

“No!” she shot up from the bed.  “I can’t- I’m not going home.”  Jughead stood up too and walked towards (Y/N).

“Why not?” he questioned, crossing his arms as he neared her.  She remained silent.  “(Y/N)?”

“It’s my parents!” she cried, giving up her façade.  “They… I can’t anymore, Jughead.”  Immediately understanding, Jughead pulled (Y/N) into his arms.  He enveloped her in a comforting hug, burying his face into her hair.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb across her skin.  “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”  Quietly, she sobbed into his chest, staining his shirt with tears.  They stood there in the middle of the room like that for a couple of minutes before Jughead pulled away.  He kept his hands on her shoulders as he held her in front of him. “Do you want to talk about it?”  (Y/N) shook her head.

“No,” she whispered. Jughead frowned but nodded.

“Did they hurt you?” he questioned, concernedly gazing into her eyes.  She bit her lip hesitantly, but rolled up her long-sleeved shirt to reveal bruises decorating both of her forearms.  “Jesus Christ, (Y/N).”  She said nothing, only rolled down her sleeves so that they covered her hands.

“Can I stay here tonight, Jug?” (Y/N) asked quietly.  Jughead nodded frantically.

“Yes, of course,” he agreed. “There’s no way in hell that I’m letting you go back home.”  

“Thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) softly smiled.  

“You know we’re playing Clueless right now,” he said, a smile creeping up on his lips as he tried to lighten the mood.  “Do you wanna go outside and watch it?”  (Y/N)’s smile widened.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. Jughead grinned as he grabbed her hand, leading her outside.  The night was frigid, and (Y/N) immediately grew cold with her lack of a jacket. Jughead noticed her shivering, and held up a finger to signal for her to wait for him as he ran back inside.  He walked back out holding a sweater, and (Y/N) grinned.  She slipped it on over her shirt, thanking him.

“Come on,” he urged, leading her to a comfortable place to sit and watch the movie.  The drive-in was completely vacant, Jughead and (Y/N) being the only two people watching the movie.  Jughead wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and she rested her head against him. They watched the movie together in blissful silence.  Neither of them were focused on the movie, though; instead, they took turns staring at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking.  Once the movie finished, (Y/N) shifted so that she could properly look up at Jughead’s face.

“Jug,” she whispered, causing him to glance down at her.  He didn’t say anything, and so (Y/N) pushed herself up so her lips could reach his. Jughead softly cupped her face as he kissed back, holding her like she was a porcelain doll.  When they separated, they rested their foreheads against each other as they smiled.

“I don’t deserve you, (Y/N),” he whispered, keeping his eyes closed.  (Y/N) smiled sadly and leaned in for another kiss.

“You do, Jug,” she whispered against his lips.  “It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

“No,” he said, pulling away from her.  He brushed his thumb across her lips.  “You deserve everything beautiful the world offers you, (Y/N).”

Car Troubles

Mechanic!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,120

Warnings: nothing….just yucky fluff lol

A/N: This is for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny Quote Challenge!! My funny quote was “Are you having a stroke? Do you smell toast?”
Hope you guys (especially Lau!!) enjoy it, thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

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Sharing a Moment (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: So I wrote this whole thing out, then decided I hated it, scrapped all but two paragraphs and re-wrote the whole thing. I don’t know if it’s my best work but I tried. Hope you guys like it.


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Forbidden Love | Pt. 12 [Final]

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

Originally posted by dannismith


“Hara would never do something like that, Y/N!”

The minute you heard those words coming out of Jimin’s mouth, you snapped your head towards him. He was currently walking from side to side, his hands tucking at his hair as you watched him from your sofa.

Raising your eyebrows, you asked him in disbelief. “What? Do you really think I’m lying?!”

Turning his body towards you, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Look, Y/N. I know that you don’t like her and I can understand how you feel. But she would never do that. I know her, Y/N, she’s my ex wife. She wouldn’t harm anyone, never! You’re just trying to cover up your mistakes by blaming other people!”

Each one of his words felt like a stab into your heart. He really thought you were lying.

Standing up from the sofa, you pointed towards the door. “Get out.”

This time it was Jimin’s head which snapped up towards you with a shocked expression plastered on his face. “W-What?”

“I said get out.”

You watched how Jimin’s shocked expression turned into a desperate one, his body moving toward you with big steps. “N-No, no no, wait, Y/N! I didn’t mean it like that! Please listen to me! I’m-”

You felt your blood boiling with each of his words. Just before he could end his sentence, you slapped his cheek, the fresh tears you were trying to hold back already rolling down your face. “You didn’t mean it?! Do you know what I went through for the past three years, Jimin?! Do you know how hard it was for me to handle your ex wife and her threads every single day?!”

Reaching out for your phone, you opened the conversation with Hara and slammed your phone against his chest. “Here! Read it! This is what I’ve been going through for the past 3 years!”

Jimin scrolled through the messages with a shocked expression on his face. Closing his eyes tightly, he mumbled a curse before he reached forward, trying to hold you in his arms. “Y/N, I’m really sorry-”

When he saw how you stepped back from him, he stopped talking and looked at you with his watery eyes.

“No Jimin. An apology is not going to bring back those three years. Your apology won’t be able to bring back those three years my son lived without a father! Just because of your ex wife’s selfishness, my son had to live those three years by asking for his father every single day! Do you know how hard it was?! Do you know how it broke my heart every single time when I saw his sad eyes whenever I told him that you couldn’t be with us!”

“What about you?! You replaced me, Y/N! Do you know how much it broke my heart when I saw you in someone else’s arms?! Must have been easy for you to find a boyfriend as soon as I wasn’t there for you-”

“He isn’t my boyfriend!”

Jimin opened his eyes widely, his breath hitching in his throat. “W-What do you mean?”

“He’s my doctor, Jimin. He’s my best friend. He was always there for me when I needed someone. He reached out for me and offered help. He let me live in his house, he helped me through my pregnancy. He took the role of a father for your own son, Jimin.”

Confused, Jimin looked at you. “S-So, he’s your docto- but.. I-I..”

“Mommy.”

When you heard the voice of your son, you turned around immediately. He was running toward you as he was rubbing his sleepy eyes, his bare feet making cute little sounds as he approached you.

You lifted him up as soon as he opened his little arms for you, his head already lying in the crook of your neck as he hugged you tightly. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

He nuzzled his head even further into your neck and mumbled with a shaky voice. “I saw monsters. They were trying to eat me, Mommy. I’m scared.”

Smiling softly, you stroke his hair and placed a kiss on top of his head. “It was just a nightmare, Hyun-ie. I’m here now, you don’t need to be scared.”

You lifted your head and connected your eyes with Jimin’s sad ones, his tears already rolling down his face. He turned around, crouched down and started sobbing, the sound making Jihyun lift up his head and look at his father with curious eyes.

He wiggled in your arms, telling you that he wanted to be placed down and walked towards Jimin, standing in front of him with sad eyes.

Lifting his tiny hands slowly, he grabbed Jimin’s hands and removed them from his face, making Jimin look up to see his little boy standing in front of him with a frown plastered on his face.

Without saying anything, Jihyun wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, his tiny hands stroking his back softly. “Mommy told me that the sadness will go away when you hug someone. You can hug me as long as you want, Daddy.”

Your eyes opened widely when you heard what your son said. He really was aware that Jimin was his father..

Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around his son’s body as he sobbed harder. Seeing them in that position, your eyes started watering again and you too, started crying.

You watched how Jimin lifted Jihyun up as he held him tightly. Walking towards you, he looked at you with pleading eyes. “Please don’t take him away from me, Y/N.. Please.. I don’t think I can live without him. Please, I’m begging you.. I’m really sorry..”

Averting your eyes from Jimin, you looked at your son. His eyes were closed, his arms tightly wrapped around his father’s neck and a soft smile plastered on his face.

Taking a deep breath, you turned your attention back to Jimin and smiled at him. “I won’t..”

Just before you could realize what was happening, Jimin reached out for your wrist and yanked you to his body. When you felt his lips on yours, your body froze immediately, the feeling sending different emotions through your body.

Just before you could respond to his kiss, you heard a little squeaky voice beside your ear. “Ew, gross!”

Leaning back a little bit, you both turned your heads towards your son who was covering his eyes with his tiny hands.

Removing his hands from his eyes, you looked at him slightly angrily. “Yah, Jihyun-ah, who do you learn those words from?”

Smiling sheepishly, he whispered. “Hoseok Hyung.”

When you heard Jimin laugh, you slapped his arm. “Yah, don’t laugh! He shouldn’t be learning such words at his age!”

Placing a soft kiss on his son’s head, Jimin shrugged as he continued laughing. “Ah, I think I already like that dude named Hoseok. Good job, Jihyun-ie.”

Holding their hands up, they both gave each other a high five which was followed by their heartwarming laughter. You, on the other hand, facepalmed and shook your head from side to side.

Looks like your son has already replaced you for his father.


A/N: And here I am with the final part of Forbidden Love.. Thank you all sooo much for all the love and support you have shown for this series. I really enjoyed writing it thanks to y'all! Also thank you all for the nice messages and asks! I really appreciate them! ♥♥

No Strings (IV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Smut, light choking  

Word Count: 3,950

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by yoonmin

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sex dice – first roll | jjk

jeon jungkook | bts | 1.8k words | smuttish af 

a/n : so… I wanted to write smut again but have now idea what to write then I got the random idea to use online sex dice to give me a random smut prompt. this smut is the result of the first dice roll. 


lick - chest

“Uugh,” Jungkook groans and arches his back into the mattress, as your tongue slides over his hardened nipple and zaps pleasure through his body. You know how sensitive his nipples are, they would tighten at the lightest touch, like when they rub against the fabric of his shirts or when a cold breeze grazes them. 

They are a tease when they protruded through his clothing, making dirty thoughts run through your mind that fill you with ideas what you could do with them. 

You love to toy with the velvet flesh between your fingertips, rub them and pinch them until his face distorted in bliss and pain and a throaty moan escapes Jungkook’s raw bitten lips, 

You love to circle your tongue around them, feel their softness under your tastebuds before finally enclosing your lips around them and suck purple and blue into them while feeling Jungkook’s firm grip in your hair pulling at your roots from the oversensitivity. 

“Fuck, Y/N, d–don’t tease,” he stutters as you, tonight, intentionally pepper kisses anywhere on his broad, muscular chest except for the two places he wants them most. He hisses out in frustration as you licked a stripe on his pec, right next to his nipple. 

“Y/N, I swear to god,” he groans and looks down at you with dark and hazy eyes. “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow if you keep doing this.”

You smirk up at him, amused at his threat. You’re totally aware that he means it, but you know that he knows, too, how much you like that kind of punishment. “I wouldn’t mind that, baby boy.” You feel a sinking of his chest, a breathy exhale when his favorite pet name of yours for him reaches his ears; you know what a sucker for it he is, and how weak it can make him. 

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You Understand, Right? (Part 6): In My Time of Dying

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1336+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I think this was one of the first chapter I wrote after people asked for a sequel. It has a special place in my heart. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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It was a couple of days later when Dean had just gotten ready for bed, his eyes closed in hopes for a couple of hours of sleep when Y/N knocked on his door softly, opening the frame, and calling his name at the same time.

At the sound of her voice, Dean all but leaped into alertness. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She didn’t say anything as she made her way to his bed, sitting on the space he left with her legs crossed. She ignored his watchful gaze as she chewed on her lips. No words could describe her time in hell, but she knew she needed to accept the memory. Without realizing it her breathing became shallower, and just as Dean opened his mouth, she burst into tears.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Dean’s heart ached at the sound of her cries. He circled his arms around her, and pulled her against his chest, his legs resting around her figure. “It’s okay. I’m here. Nothing’s gonna hurt you anymore, you hear?” Tears were stinging his eyes as she cried even louder, despair and grief in every teardrop. He had to physically bite his bottom lip to stop himself from crying as well. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Dean drew small circles on her bottom hip, his other hand stroking the back of her hair.

It felt like hours later, and it probably was when Y/N had finally stopped completely crying. She sniffled continuously, using the collar of her shirt to clean up the mess on her face.

“I’m gonna get you a glass of water,” Dean said, seeing her finally calming down.

Y/N scrambled to grab his arm, shaking her head, pleading for him not to leave her.

“I won’t be long,” he promised.

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