i wanted to see him play in another drama for so long

→ plums & melons | 01

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

pairing → Jimin x Reader

☆ genre  →  smut, slight humor, drama || brother’s best friend!au 

warnings   → public indecency, dirty talk, a lot of teasing, jimin’s porn preferences, and boobs

☆ word count   → 6.3k

The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.

alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??

☆ a/n → i had to split this into 2 parts rip (& in this work of fiction, jimin’s penis isn’t a jelly bean) happy 3 months !!

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Why People Fall In Love

Muses: Jeon Jungkook.
Words: 4.7k words of cringe worthy fluff.
Type: fwb!au + fake dating!au
Note: This is another my ‘to be posted’ scenarios, posted.  Yay. :D

+ An agreement to become Jungkook’s fake girlfriend and a trip back to his hometown lets you see more of the Jeon Jungkook who you think is only made of Friday hookups and boyish charms.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


“So let me get this straight, your brother’s bringing his girlfriend home for dinner this weekend and you ‘sorta’ blurted out that you have a girlfriend too just because you want to prove that he’s wrong about you not being able to keep a girl?”

Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorta.”

At his nonchalance, you lightly smack his chest; it’s not like he’s going to feel anything if you straight out punch him anyway. “He’s totally right!”

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S3 & S4 Parallels so far

Okay so I just wanted to keep a track record on how many damn parallels Julie is giving us this season with Isaks…because this isn’t her being lazy and doing what makes people happy….noooo this is her setting us up for something we will not be ready for. So for us to work out what that is going to be, it might be easier if we look at what exactly has been paralleled so far with Isak’s season. 

1. The Intro

Season 3 and season 4 are the only two seasons to start out by using the same powerful concept of introducing our mains current world with flashes of images of things that are happening everywhere that are connected and actually have an impact on the mains story very much. It shows how important everything that happened around us can be to our own personal small individual worlds. That just because it hasn’t happened to you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter, that is doesn’t effect you or have a connection to who you are and what you’re going through. And Both Isak and Sana’s seasons show us this in the first minutes of their story. 

2. Group Dynamics

In both seasons we have gotten a similar scene with Sana/Isak, eating lunch while their friends discuss sex which makes both mains feel alienated and uncomfortable within the group. We see how different they both feel within their group dynamics and this feeling of never being able to “fit in”. This parallel almost sets up that Isak and Sana are both in a similar mind set. The feeling of not being able to connect with the people close to them. 

3. The heartbreak party scene

This parallel was way too similar. The mains both see their love interest with someone else which both hurts and prompts them to question everything they have felt and seen so far. 

4. The Crush Stalking in Biology

I don’t think I need to say much on this one because oh my god this whole clip was a repeat of Isak’s biology clip. Even from the title we go from ‘Even’ to ‘Yousef’, the setting, Mikael, even Isak interrupts Sana just like Sana interrupted Isak. This was a very blatant parallel and I feel like this is Julie’s way of making sure that we know these parallels and repeats are in no way a ‘coincidence’ there’s a purpose and I am so keen to see what it is. 

5. “I’ll fix it” 

So when we go back to Isak’s season the drama all starts with Isak losing Mahdi’s weed. we get this conflict when Mahdi tells him it’s 1000 kroner and Isak tries to calm him by affirming to him that he well “fix it” and thus this is how he ends up getting blackmailed by Sana to go to the kosegruppa where he meets and Even and boom all the drama plays out. This then parallels Sana who says the exact same thing to the girls when they tell her they cannot afford the bus. So just like Isak’s season it seems like this is where all the drama is going to start. With Sana determined to do anything to ‘fix’ this. 

6. The cute kitchen bonding

I loooooved this new clip so much it was so fluffy and cute and it gave me the feels but guys…..it also made me feel incredibly suspicious…why? This is another blatant parallel of the iconic evak bonding domestic kitchen scene from episode 2 of season 3. Even the positioning of Isak/Sana and Even/Yousef is eerily similar. We also have the love interests preparing food for the main as they give them the hearteyes (same) and then they laugh and giggle over cute things and it’s all so perfect. 

Too perfect

Too similar

this is the 6th parallel and I feel like there are more but these ones are the most obvious to me. Clear easter eggs Julie is giving us to freak out over (which I am) she wants us to see this parallel. To notice the Evak reference just like we did with the R+J reference in s3. 

she wants us to see it, so when she pulls back the curtain and reveals the true reference we will once again be thrown off our feet. 

ahhh I am so nervous. 

Feel free to add on any other parallels you guys have seen <3 

episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.  


Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep.  He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.

Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.  

Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice.  He’s trying not to laugh.

Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do.  I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.

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Taylor Mason

I am really excited about Taylor Mason’s appearance in Showtime’s Billions.

Here’s Showtime’s behind the scenes introduction of Taylor on YouTube, with interview snippets with the actor and the writers.

I don’t know the show at all. It is definitely not my usual genre. No one does any science or magic, you know? It’s a fast-paced businessy financey drama thing. I don’t even remember how I found out, but when I heard that Billions claimed to have the first ever nonbinary character on TV… well, to be honest, I kinda did a skeptical face. The articles are all very US-centric, and explicitly nonbinary characters are not uncommon in some parts of the world. And anyway, “nonbinary character” usually means “gender non-conforming binary character” because that’s usually the best we can hope for. But yeah, I was interested, so I looked into it.

Here’s my TL;DR: Billions is the first mainstream US TV show to my knowledge that contains a character overtly described as nonbinary and whose they/them pronouns are stated in the show and affirmed by almost all of the other characters.

We’re introduced to Taylor, played by Asia Kate Dillon (also nonbinary, they/them pronouns), in the first episode of season 2 - toying with another character about being vegan. They’re a sharp, brilliant, think-outside-the-box intern.

In episode 2 it gets a bit more in-your-face:

That guy in the second shot, Bobby Axelrod, is the very rich, very arrogant boss of macho boy’s club Axe Capital. And he just accepts Taylor’s assertion of their pronouns, no questions asked, no raised eyebrows. Just, “okay.”

Taylor proceeds to seriously impress the very rich arrogant boss guy in the chair.

Taylor isn’t going through some coming out plot, working out their gender and discovering themself. Taylor is out and comfortable and confident in their identity. People who refuse to accept them get bulldozed, either by other characters or by the plot itself.

Later in that episode there’s a scene in which Taylor isn’t present, and Taylor is misgendered by that bald guy, Bill:

It’s hard to capture the tone in this scene. It’s an alpha male showdown, over a nonbinary person’s pronouns. The arrogant guy who misgenders Taylor gets corrected, and then has two guys above him in the pecking order stare him down until he concedes, in body language and facial expression. Taylor’s rich white old guy boss is not gonna tolerate you misgendering them. (Over the next few episodes it becomes clear that Taylor is replacing Bill as Axelrod’s “favourite.”)

Bobby Axelrod upholds the pronouns of every singular-they nonbinary person in this one scene, to everyone watching the show. After that the conversation continues as before. It all happens very naturally as part of a conversational plot to take down a business rival, like it’s important and yet no big deal at all to correct a colleague’s pronouns.

There are people watching this who are nonbinary and going “wow, that’s me.” There are nonbinary people who haven’t worked themselves out watching this and going “wow, maybe that’s me?” There are parents of nonbinary kids watching this and going, “wow, maybe using new pronouns isn’t so hard? Maybe my child is not just going through a phase?” There are nonbinary kids watching this with their parents, thinking “maybe now my parents see Taylor being taken seriously they will take me more seriously.”

This is incredible.

Naturally, I have concerns. I’ve got them on the back-burner because one TV show is not a pattern among TV shows. It does, however, fit a known trend of nonbinary visibility.

Taylor is white, AFAB, thin, young, wealthy, able-bodied, and masculine-presenting. They fit the nonbinary cliché so well that I can’t even find any deviation from it. In reality nonbinary people are very diverse in pronouns, gendered presentation, race, body type, and class. But when newspapers are interviewing these “new” and fascinating nonbinary people, they always seem to choose people mostly like me: white, thin, AFAB, young, apparently able-bodied, androgynous-to-masculine-presenting. (I’ve been interviewed by journalists for articles about nonbinary people that then didn’t even include me in the final piece, because I refused to be seen as a representative of nonbinary people in some way.)

Taylor is also autistic. I don’t know if it’s deliberate, goodness knows writers create accidentally autistic characters all the time, but if you know what to look for in TV-autism it’s really really clear. And people really like to draw attention to the way autism and gender non-conformity overlap, to the extent that articles have been written by and focusing on doctors who believe that some gender non-conformity is directly caused by autism and should not be treated. (Article link. Warning: Daily Mail, general awfulness, etc.)

So going forward, I’m hoping that if and when there are more nonbinary people in TV shows we get to see some femininity, some differing body types, some people of colour, etc. I’m also hoping that we get to see some nonbinary people who are not obviously autistic - characters who express emotion freely and are not somehow brilliantly sharp and intelligent and innovative in one particular area of interest, for example.

But for now, I am thrilled. A TV show is portraying someone like me. In this case I’m lucky because I fit that autistic nonbinary cliché down to the ground, and I am perfectly represented in a mainstream US TV show for the first time in my life. I want other nonbinary people to experience that too, and this is a huge step forward and a long-deserved validation of the nonbinary community. I am excited to see what happens next for nonbinary representation and visibility.

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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High☆Speed Free! Starting Days Event Report

The High☆Speed Free! Starting Days event was held at the Ryogoku Kokukigan Sumo Wrestling arena, the exact same location where the Free! Eternal Summer event two years ago was held. The biggest announcements of the event were the three planned Free! continuation movies:

1) Free! Timeless Medley ~絆 Bonds~
This will be a compilation of scenes from Free! Eternal Summer as well as new scenes relating to Makoto, Haruka, Rei, and Nagisa

2) Free! Timeless Medley ~約束 Promises~
This will be a compilation of scenes from Free! Eternal Summer as well as new scenes relating to Sousuke and Rin’s promise to him

3) Free! Take Your Marks
This will be a completely new full-length feature film following Haruka after he graduates from High School

For those interested in what happened during the Afternoon event, here’s a detailed report, so enjoy~

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baby, my baby | 06

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  4.1 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

part one ↠ ↠ previous part ↠ part six next part (coming next week!)

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Star Wars and toxic masculinity though, I’m sorry, but what? Are we watching the same movies? They have a pretty clear message: Anger is the path to the Dark Side. If you want to be a hero, don’t go around getting angry and being violent, you have to be nice. Kind. Understanding. That’s kind of a central message. And it runs very much counter to the whole angry, prone to violence, emotionless macho thing.

That’s shown in the characters as well, because we’ve got some really big tough no-emotion macho hero types there, let’s review:

  • Luke Skywalker, bleeding heart idealist, has a lot of feelings and shows all of them. Whines about wanting to see his friends. Cries when upset or in pain. Appeals to people’s conscience, does the right thing, big on calming your mind and listening to your heart. Makes friends with everyone immediately, can’t hate anyone for longer than two minutes. Does not hesitate to rush headlong into danger, but can’t necessarily save the day with fighting prowess. Cares deeply about everyone. If you could be friends with any character, I’d recommend this one.
  • Han Solo, resident idiot, has many feelings and tries to hide them, everyone knows anyway. Will glance broodily around so that you can tell he’s upset or conflicted. Really wants to talk to the girl he likes about her feelings, but has no idea how. Says he doesn’t care, continually runs straight into danger to save the people he cares about. Doesn’t even try to look tough in the face of torture, immediately starts screaming, would never say “it’s just a scratch”. Constantly needs help, always barely one step ahead of total disaster, definitely not your knight in shining armour.
  • Lando Calrissian, actual ladies’ man, charming and suave, arguably the closest we get to a fuckboy except not because he totally respects Leia. Shows polite interest, does not push or manipulate when he realises that she’s not interested, despite the fact that this happens very subtly. Does not hesitate to do the right thing, loyal to his friends, even at great personal cost. Also does not hesitate to follow Leia’s orders, and not because he thinks it’ll get him laid.
  • Anakin Skywalker, drama queen extraordinaire, has far too many feelings and most of them make him cry. May seem a little whiny. Always wants to talk about his feelings, readily shares them with anyone who’ll stand still for long enough. Loves very deeply and is not afraid to show it. Gets very angry, but this is shown to be a Bad Thing. Gets too attached to the point of obsession, which is also shown to be a Bad Thing.
  • Obi-Wan Kenobi, drama queen support group, is a lot better at keeping his feelings under control but still has them. Will absolutely cry at emotional moments (possibly because he is tired). Understands everyone, even if he kind of wishes he didn’t. His need to be rescued by Anakin is a running joke, but not in a way that demeans him as a man, or a person. Makes snarky quips to reassure himself. Knew all along that This Is A Terrible Idea. Definitely the Mom Friend.
  • Palpatine, the big bad, an evil nightmare of a man. Literally uses his anger and hatred as a power source. Enjoys torture and violence, wants to corrupt the hero with hatred and anger. Likes to pretend he knows everything, needs no help, thinks love and friendship are weakness. Has no friends. Employs no women (in the movies). Shows no emotion except smug superiority, anger, and, briefly, panic. Ultimately defeated by the power of love and forgiveness, which serves him right.

Star Wars very explicitly portrays excessive anger and violence as BAD, and caring and understanding as GOOD. The guys are allowed to cry, they all need rescuing at various points and they aren’t “less” for it. They work together with women, as partners and equals. When Anakin finds out that Padmé is pregnant, he doesn’t roll his eyes or get cold feet, he’s delighted. He’s excited to be a father and start a family. The only disparaging comment I can think of that any guy makes about women in the movies is Han’s “If we can avoid any more female advice” which is followed by Leia telling him to shut up and do what he’s told, and Han grumbling and doing what he’s told. So that plays more like Han trying desperately to find some way of getting back at Leia because he does not like being told what to do, and immediately losing another round.

We see Han trying to get Leia to admit how she feels about him, while Leia is more concerned about getting him to join the cause. We see Padmé trying to be practical and focus on the mission while Anakin can’t shut up about his feelings. We see Luke saving the day not by being the ultimate badass macho fighter man, but by appealing to his father’s conscience, his love, the good in Anakin Skywalker. We see plenty of instances of men asking for help and accepting help, showing emotion without being judged or fear of being judged, wanting love and family, etc. We also see romantic rivalry between Han and Luke, and Han and Lando, that does not turn into any kind of “fight” for Leia’s affections, because it’s Leia’s choice and they all know and respect that. In fact, the three guys are friends and stay that way.

All of that is the opposite of toxic masculinity, as far as I can tell.

If anything, the prequel trilogy is a cautionary tale about the importance of keeping your emotions, especially your anger, in check, and the original trilogy is basically how to do it right. Darth Vader is not portrayed as some kind of masculine ideal to strive for, he’s the bad guy. Luke, with his emotional openness and explicit refusal to give in to anger and hatred and violence, is the good guy. Luke is a character you can show to a little kid and say “this is a hero”.

I guess if you twist it enough you can see sexism and toxic masculinity in everything, and I’m not saying these movies are perfect. They have plenty of problems. But when it comes to portrayals of male heroism (and villainy), I think they’re actually pretty damn good.

Hoseok

BOYFRIEND BANGTAN | HOSEOK VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 1,534

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF with the lightest most PG mention of sex

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My Puppy

Originally posted by rapnamu

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader-First Person View

Genre & Warnings: SMUT, fluff, pet play. 

Word Count: 4,406

NOTE: Pure Filth. Turn back now if you don’t want to see. Turning Tae Tae into my Fuck Puppy (Thanks Anon). Soft femdom. Let me tell you, it was an EXPERIENCE writing this, and I am still not perfectly pleased with it. Mostly because I’m never happy with my own smut writing. I had to do so much research, so google probably thinks I’m freaky naughty af. Which I suppose I am considering I wrote this lol. So, for those that are hardcore into this and think I didn’t portray it well enough, I’m sorry, I tried. And I learned quite a bit about myself, like the fact that if I ever get my hands on someone like Tae, I am so going to try this. Now enjoy, and excuse me as I go drench myself in holy water to cleanse myself of sin. 


“You know, I hate the winter. It reminds me of your cold heart.”

My now ex-boyfriend mutters this line, looking into the snowy sky. He sighs loudly and saunters off, without looking back. What a fucking drama queen. I can’t help but snort as I watch him disappear into the light snowfall, and wonder what movie he got that line from.

Cold heart.

I don’t have a cold heart. He was just a damn bore. He never wanted to do anything but watch movies, and freaked out if I suggested anything besides missionary. I’ve been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks now, but was putting it off because I knew he’d cry. This saved me all the hassle.

Note to self: Don’t date actors.

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That’s My Girl

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Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening and you are not happy about it.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx


“I can’t believe you’re bailing on me!”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.

Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.

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Heartbeat | 2

You convince Hoseok you can do ‘no strings attached’.

Originally posted by hoseokxx

pairing: hoseok x reader
word count: 13.2k
genre: gang!au, smut
inspiration

part one

warnings: dom!Hoseok, demeaning names, oral, public sex



You knee bounced up and down nervously. An hour had passed and still no reply from Hoseok. You bit back a sigh, regretting sending that ‘What are you doing tonight?’ message to him. You felt like an idiot, worse yet, a desperate idiot.

You cringed, remembering the hope that had sprung in your chest as you boldly fired off that text to Hoseok. You had honestly expected him to reply back straight away, conveying some kind of interest, wanting you as badly as you wanted him. Instead, you had nothing but stifling silence.

“Are you liking the film?” Taehyung leaned over and whispered, his eyes were full of concern and you gave him a weak smile in return. “It’s just a little bit scary,” You lied. He nodded and offered you a warm smile. “I’ll protect you,” He said reassuringly. Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “Thanks Tae,” You responded faintly, staring straight at the TV until Taehyung glanced away from you, focusing on the movie again. 

Struggling to stay calm, you glanced down surreptitiously at your phone, feeling your heart race in your chest. There was a message notification, from a string of numbers- someone who wasn’t in your contacts. 

It was him. Hoseok.

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anonymous asked:

Sooooo I heard you do fic recs 👀 what are the best fics you know that have auror!harry? (Bonus points for auror!draco too!) thanks luvvvv

Hello, love! I had to split my auror!harry recs into two parts because there were just too many incredible fics!! So first, go have a look at my Drarry as Auror Partners list! Then enjoy these auror!harry with miscellaneous!draco (haha is that a thing?) fics as well :D

Auror!Harry Recs

tissue of silver by fearlessdiva (76K)- A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf.
Draco is a seer and somebody is out to murder him, so Harry moves in to protect him. According to the author, an attempt to explain ‘how Canon Draco could turn into Fanon Draco,’ and I LOVE FANON DRACO 

The Full Monty by magpie_fngrl / @cat-wolfe (10K)- Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.
I ALSO WENT BATSHIT CRAZY WITH LUST FOR THIS FIC. So funny. So hot. Baby chick named Arthur. Lawyer!Draco. Has sequel. Perfection <3 *kisses fingertips with flourish*

The Good Guys by Frayach (27K)- The Second Voldemort War is limping into its fourth year, and the Forces of Shining Light are slowly turning into the Forces of Expedient Grey. When Draco Malfoy is captured red-handed trying to sell an illegal potion to a clerk at Borgin & Burkes, he is handed over to the Department of Essential and Necessary Truth’s newest interrogator. And as soon as he sees Malfoy, bound and waiting in his cell, Harry Potter knows he’s in trouble. Deep trouble.
YO THIS FIC FUCKED ME UP. IT WAS AMAZINGLY GOOD. SUPER WELL-WRITTEN. Not what I would usually recommend because I am bad with endings that are anything but “happily every after,” but READ THIS ANYWAY IT IS ART.

The Unlikely Career Choices of Mr Draco Lucius Malfoy by who_la_hoop (5.5K)- Draco Malfoy is up to something. Something evil. Because he’s certainly not mixing drinks in Muggle London for the good of anybody’s health now, is he?
This fic was hilarious and adorable and Draco has all these weird muggle jobs and I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT and want to re-read it 27 times.

It Must Be (True Love) by frostywonder (45.5K)- No amount of playing by the rules has made Harry’s life any easier, and Malfoy has matured but also hasn’t. They are who they are, and though they try, neither one can fully change.
This fic was super wonderful and compelling and I’ve no idea why it doesn’t have more kudos!! Harry is assigned to watch over Draco’s (dangerous) brewing projects and they both keep almost dying it’s great

On the Turning Away by blamebrampton / @blamebrampton (25.5K)- It’s one thing to be good at not making a besotted fool of yourself over a man when he’s busy being the most famous wizard in the world and you’re tucked away quietly in Wiltshire. It’s quite another when you have to see him every morning.
Blaise sends Draco a Christmas Tree in the mail, and somehow this leads to Draco ending up with Harry as his parole officer. Who he has to see every day. Lovely, Christmassy pining! <3

A Fox’s Bargain by raitala (6K)- Harry made a bargain with Draco. He knew it was going to come back and bite him on the arse, he just didn’t think about what exactly Draco would ask for. Draco would say that Harry must have known deep down what he was agreeing to, but then Draco is a prick and what would he know?
AAAH so hot! I don’t care if you probably wanted case fics and this is pretty much just D/S style smut, READ IT SO SEXY.

Partners of the Four-Legged Variety by carpemermaid / @carpemermaidtales​ (18K)- “Training starts in the home, Potter, so your new Crup and I will need to stay with you for a few weeks while I show you how to properly train and bond with him.” The Auror Department is instating a K9 Crup Unit, and Harry is the first to sign up. Turns out the professional trainer is Draco Malfoy, and he has to live with Harry as part of the Crup training programme.
Praise kink!!!!! Pining!!!!!! Living together!!!!! PUPPIES!!!!!!

Chains of Earth by dysonrules (90K)- Draco is kidnapped and forced to make a choice between taking his own life or becoming something less than human. Of course, he makes the right decision. Enter Harry, who discovers he has a bit of a thing for wings.
This is a great long case fic!! With veela!Draco. Warning for some Weasley bashing.

Interoffice Communication by Snegurochka (10.5K)- Draco has convinced the Auror department to test his new messaging charm for secure communications. Harry really would have preferred that he not find out through messages like, ‘Yeah, tonight you’re going to beg me for it,’ that the system wasn’t as secure as they thought.
Soooo Harry accidentally receives a sexy message (or like twenty) from Draco intended for Blaise, and then he obviously can’t stop thinking about it. And it doesn’t help when Harry’s own name starts coming up ;). Super super hot!

Paint it Red by dicta_contrion / @dictacontrion (5K)- Draco’s a graffiti artist with a bone to pick. Harry’s the P.I. tasked with catching him. Or, apparently, stalking him all over town, asking a lot of questions, and showing surprising artistic talent.
Harry’s meant to stop Draco vandalizing, and he fails miserably. Or very very happily, depending on your point of view :D

The Auror Method by Lomonaaeren (43K)- Draco has constructed the perfect cover for his activities as a con-man specializing in thefts from a distance: Draco Malfoy, the redeemed Death Eater and Recluse of Malfoy Manor. But now there’s evidence that some people are onto him, and as a consequence of the death threats issued to him, he gets an assigned Auror guard. Maybe Harry Potter, their leader, could be a problem when it comes to Draco’s latest con. Although how could he, when he’s getting all distracted by Draco’s fluttering eyelashes?
This was a very thrilling read! I love Draco and Harry trying to con / figure each other out while totally falling in love at the same time, just GIVE ME THIS TROPE A THOUSAND TIMES.

Fight the Starless Midnight by Maab_Conner (22K)- Harry thought that he was going to arrest Healer Malfoy for practicing without a license. Nothing ever goes as planned.
Great fic with a really good case element! When Harry goes to arrest Draco, he discovers an even bigger problem involving Mungo’s. Meanwhile Draco is a (still snarky) saint <3

When Hearts Are Freed by oldenuf2nb (23K. Locked to AO3 Users only)- When Draco Malfoy’s gallery is robbed and a priceless magical artifact is stolen, he finds himself working with Chief Auror Harry Potter to both recover the fabulous necklace, and to prove he didn’t steal it himself.
Draco owns an Art Gallery, which is obviously amazing, and Head Auror Harry is sexy and confident, and YEAH. Great case, great build. YEAH AGAIN.

Here Be Dragons by birdsofshore (22K)- Harry doesn’t want to waste his time investigating illegal dragonhide trading, whether it involves a fetish club in Knockturn Alley or visiting a remote island in Wales. Why the bloody hell does Malfoy always have to be up to something?
Harry suspecting Malfoy of things is just the best, and I love this iteration especially. There are dragons!!! And lots of leather!!! And kinky(ish) sex!!!!

TRUTH OR DARE

Originally posted by jiminspraisekink

DO NOT REPOST , TRANSLATE OR DISTRIBUTE

©Jungkookfortunekookies


Hi guys! It’s been a year since I updated this fic T_T Everyone asked for a pt.3 , but I wrote over 14k words and I still wasn’t done, so I decided to split it and make a pt.3 and pt.4. I hope you enjoy! Part 4 should be released soon as well, and it will be rated.

Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-Smut
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 6953 words
Summary: This the follow up of what happens after you and Jungkook gather up with your friends to play truth or dare and it gets a little dirty.   

Don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it in the comments/message box <3

PART 1 PART 2/ PART 3


It was just another regular day for Jungkook, your normal college student who was strolling alongside other students. He was casually walking through campus, kicking the ground with his Puma shoes as he scrolled through his twitter notifications. Twelve notifications and ten of them were from Hoseok alone.

What the f*ck is going on this time? Has he gotten married or something? Who sends ten messages in a row when no one answers back? Hoseok hyung is such a drama queen, Jungkook scrolled through the messages Hoseok sent him

(10) New messages from Hoe-suck

(1) Did you fuck?

(2) Did you got laid?

(3) Where did she touched you first?

(4) Did she knew about your Spanish Kink?

(5) Don’t tell me y’all slept it off?

(6) Oh no, you didn’t send her back home did you?

(7) You definitely sent her back if you’re not responding to me

(8) Damn it, kook! GET IT TOGETHER. YOUR DICK NEEDS SOME COMPANY IN THIS CRUEL LIFE. T.T

(9) Reply, you fetus!!!

Oh lord, he really needs to chill, Jungkook sighed before he finally noticed the tenth message

(10) Screw it, I’m messaging Y/N and asking her.

F*ck NO. YOU’RE NOT MESSAGING HER! His jaw suddenly dropped as he dialed hoseok’s number as fast as he could

All he got was Hoseok’s automatic voice message:

“You have reached the message box of your hoe for some hope, please send in a message after the beep or else I might sleep off and never reply to you, because I don’t take calls unless they’re from my usual booty calls. Have a nice day too.”

“Hoe for some hope?” Jungkook chuckled heartlessly “More like, HOE that ruins your life and runs off afterwards. What hope is he even referring to? ” he sighed “What the heck was he thinking when he recorded that?” he finally chose to text him back “Hold the fuck back Hoe Suck, No one is talking to Y/N about what happened last night” Jungkook typed his message in a fury

It wasn’t long before a new notification popped up on Jungkook’s phone

(2)    New Messages from Baby Girl

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Sweep you off your feet

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1061
Summary:  It’s all competition and games with your friend Jungkook, even though you’re hoping for something a little bit more.
A/N: Requested by my dearest Mong J


“I can’t believe you called me out to the arcade after weeks of being on tour.” You sniffed at your friend, Jungkook, as you approached where he was waiting by the entrance.    

“I thought you liked the arcade.” He easily pushed the door open with one hand, going through it first but holding it open until you were inside.    

“I do.” you said. “It’s just that…”    

It’s just that, in the years that the two of you had been friends, you eventually came to feel something more for him. And since you hid your feelings so well, it gave you hope that maybe under that platonic exterior, he felt the same way. So every time he went away for a long time, you’d cook up some romantic fantasy in your head wherein he’d sweep you off your feet… something like, surprise you with a limo, a dozen long-stemmed roses, and take you to a restaurant that he had reserved for the night. When you turned to him questioningly, he’d confess his love for you. He’d then take you in his arms and kiss you until you were breathless.

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Rebound

Stripper!JB au. Moodboard by @baebae-goodnight.

Word Count: 3.9k.

This ones for the Jaebooty chat ladies. You’re welcome. @suhotrashanon @kimnamwho @chanyeolandthebananas @the-porcelain-doll-xo.

Caution: Smut ahead.


Bright lights and loud music overloaded your senses as you sat in the crowd of screaming women. This wasn’t your scene and you had no desire to be here considering all that had happened the past few days. But your friends had managed to convince you this was the best way to get over your cheating ex. So here you were at ladies night at the local strip club many drinks later with a bag full of $1 bills. 

As you sipped your drink as you watched the show, one dancer catching your eye. You tried to push away your wicked thoughts but the alcohol had made you weak to the sweaty shirtless dancer. The way he moved his hips and licked his lips filled your mind with sinful possibilities. It didn’t help that he was constantly in your sight like, it was like he was trying to gain your attention. 

The end of the night was nearing now and the stage had been cleared, leaving a room of horny women wanting more. “Ladies, are you having a great time tonight?” The MC bellowed through the speakers gaining a large scream from the crowd of women. He chuckled into the mic at the deafening reaction. “Glad to hear it! Just letting you ladies know it is last call. So while you’re enjoying your last drinks I’d like to let you know the boys have got a special treat tonight for a couple lucky ladies in the room.”

Two men came out with white tanks and black pants. Both carried a chair across the stage. You recognized one of them, the stripper that had been catching your eye all night. You waited with bated breath to see what they had planned. Both men came to a stop and took a step in front of their chairs. They gazed out into the crowd, and for a moment you swore the dancer’s eyes met yours.

They prowled around the stage like caged lions. Their intense gaze scanning the crowd. The other dancer picked a girl from the crowd and brought her on stage. ”Come on JB, who is the lucky lady gonna be?” The dancer named JB came closer to where you sat. You felt this sense of nervousness as you stared down at your drink, not wanting to make eye contact. “Well, it looks like JB has selected a lucky lady!”

You felt your friend nudge you harshly to catch your attention. You shot her a questioning look as you rubbed your arm. She motioned up. You were confused until you saw what, or who stood in front of you. There was JB crouching down on the stage with a playful smirk. His hand was outstretched to you, the lucky lady. Your face began to heat up, no words could be formed as you shook your head furiously as you did not want this to be happening. But the odds were against you. To your dismay, your friends had forced you to your feet and allowed you to be pulled on stage. 

JB began to lead you to the chair as you began to protest. “You don’t want me up here, you should pick one of my friends. They’re much more into this than I am.”

He chuckled as he spun you around and pushed you gently down into the chair. You sat there stiffly wishing you had drunk more. His lips lined up to your ear, his breath hitting your ear made you clench your legs together. “That’s exactly why I chose you. You really think I’m going to let a pretty thing like you leave after not enjoying yourself?” You swallowed hard, his teasing tone wasn’t making this any easier. “Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” JB took a few steps back with a playful glint in his eyes. This boy was going to be the death of you. 

The music began pumping through the speakers. The tune that danced through the air was a familiar, sensual hum. You glanced at the girl in the chair beside you, but she was fully enthralled by the dancer that had chosen her. The cheers and screams of the audience gained your attention. Both men were on the floor now on their knees and one the hand for support on the ground. They rolled their bodies with a thrust of the hip to the steady beat. The men threw their upper bodies back and began slowly sliding their hands down their clothed chest as the lifted their bodies up till they were only on their knees.

You chewed your lip. You only had a limited view, but this whole thing was making you nervous. Both the boys rose slowly to their feet in the most sensual way possible. The look that JB was sending you was making you weaker and weaker by the second. To make matters worse was how he approached you. He sauntered towards you looking like a hungry lion, and you were his meal. 

You swallowed hard and tried to restrain yourself from doing something stupid. JB’s hand hit the back of the chair right behind your shoulder. He inched closer till he straddled your thighs. His hips lowered until he was essentially grinding into your lap, but you barely noticed. You were too distracted by his eyes piercing into yours. There was something there, something that you knew would only end in trouble.

What remained of the dance seemed like a blur. There was a lot of hip movements, seductive movements in close proximity, and touching. Both of him teasingly touching you and him placing your hands somewhere on his well-toned body. And let’s not forget the removal of his shirt to expose his chest that glittered from sweat. Yeah, it was a difficult three minutes. One with your legs being clamped together tightly. 

Standing up was an issue, your legs were shaky from the performance. You didn’t fully trust yourself to walk. JB seemed to sense it. He put a hand on your hip as he led you to the steps off to the side of the stage. You were screaming internally at the simple fact of your haywire emotions and being this close still to the unbelievably sexy shirtless man. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts of mundane things. But nothing worked.

When reaching the stairs you were ready to run. You had to get out of here and away. But before you could make a move JB’s grip tightened and gained your attention. He leaned down close to your ear. “Meet me outside in ten.”


This was stupid. So damn stupid. Standing outside the club only a few groups of women were left. Most drunk as hell and waiting for a ride. Then there was you, waiting outside for a stranger that had just given you a lap dance. Why you were doing this? You weren’t sure. But this was happening.

“So you stuck around?” You looked at the direction of the voice. There was JB fully dressed now, hair wet from a quick shower possibly. “Looks like my charm worked,” he teased with that cocky smile of his.

You rolled your eyes, “I can just leave.”

“We both know you won’t.”

You grit your teeth knowing the truth in his words. The man had given you one lap dance and suddenly could read you like a book? “What did you want?”

JB closed the distance between both of you till you were almost nose to nose. He cocked an eyebrow. “What do you think I want? Because if I’m not mistaken you want the same thing.”

“No,” you crossed your arms examining the diminishing crowd outside the venue. “I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

You were playing coy, both of you knew it. But you just didn’t want to give him the pleasure of inflating his seemingly massive ego. He licked his lips, giving a slight nod in annoyance. “Okay,” he mumbled. Two of his fingers slipped into the loops of your jeans. Before you knew what was happening he had you pulled against his body. Your eyes grew wide at the sudden contact but you tried your best to keep your composure. “You really think I’m gonna let you play like that?”

His voice was low and dangerous. Shivers ran up and down your spine at his dominant personality. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I can see it all over your face, and I want you to say it kitten. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

One of his hands left the loop of your belt and began running up and down your side. You closed your eyes in an attempt to control your breathing. You almost lost it when he began nibbling on your ear. “I want you,” you moaned.

“Want me in what way?”

You were becoming weak under his touch and your patience was wearing thin. Your mind drifted back to all the pain and drama that had taken place these past few days. Then your mind wandered back to the present. Outside a strip club with one of the dancers basically offering you a night of fun. A wave of confidence washed over you as you smashed your lips onto his in a hungry kiss. It was desperate and sloppy. All your frustrations and anger coming through the contact. JB wasted no time in returning your ferocity as one hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped your hips.

“I want you to fuck me,” you breathe as you pulled away from his swollen lips. “I want you to fuck me and make me forget everything. Please, make me forget.”

JB pulled away, a Cheshire grin on his lips. “Why didn’t you say so earlier kitten? My place is ten minutes away. Come on, I’ll drive.”

Walking to the car you kept a tight grip on his hand. You needed this, and you knew that. Nothing helps get over a break up better than a rebound. And who else better than a hot guy. Your grip released his to get inside his small car. His car roared to life as he started his engine. You knew the drive would be short, but you were eager. Eager to not lose the momentum and eager to have the fun you so desperately needed. 

“W-what are you doing?” JB was shocked as your hands reached over the center console and began fumbling with his belt.

“What does it look like?”

“Eager one you are,” he chuckled. To your, and his, fortune the light up ahead turned red. In record speed, JB had undone his pants and pulled them down just enough for his dick to spring out. Your eyes were glued to his member that stood at attention. “Like what you see?”

You’d be lying if you said no. It had been so long since you had been with another man. Three years actually. So really, this was exciting. Especially seeing how large he was. You wasted no time in taking him firmly in your grasp. JB took a sharp intake of air. He wasn’t expecting your sudden willingness to do such a thing, but he wasn’t complaining. 

You leaned down just as the light turned green. You licked the length of his member earning a hiss from him. He scowled at the road before him, his eyes showing his immense focus. “If you’re gonna do that, don’t be a tease.”

“Well,” you grinned wickedly. “If you insist.” Taking him fully into your mouth nearly caused him to swerve off the road. He wasn’t expecting you to be so bold.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly to the point of his knuckles turning white as your pace sped up. He wasn’t expecting you to be this talented with your mouth. One hand released the steering wheel to brush back the hair from your face. “Kitten if you don’t slow down I’m going to cum before we even reach my place.”

You lifted your head, releasing him from your swollen lips. “I don’t see a problem with that,” you purred before getting back to the task at hand. You started off slower now, wanting to prolong your play. You sucked on his tip as your hand continued to pump. Occasionally your tongue would swirl around him. Soft groans would come from his lips. He wanted nothing more than to pull over and have his way with you. 

His right-hand lets go of the steering wheel to allow his fingers to tangle in your hair. He was done playing games now. He pushed your head down making you choke. Your hands clutched the material of his pants as JB continued to set the pace. Your lungs screamed from the lack of oxygen. His sudden control of the situation had you praying you’d be at the apartment soon, you needed some relief yourself. 

Your prayers were answered when the car came to a screeching stop. JB pulled you away roughly from his throbbing member. Just as you were about to insist on finishing your work, JB’s lips crashed onto yours in a heated kiss. There was so much there. Hunger. Desperation. Lust. It was intoxicating. 

Without breaking the contact you fumbled into his lap. JB’s hands began exploring your body. Feeling every curve before slipping his hands up your shirt and cupping your breasts. You forced his head up to gain better access to his neck and began kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. “Kitten,” he moaned. “We need to stop.”

“Why? I don’t wanna.”

He gently pushed you back till your back hit the steering wheel. “Because I rather not put on a show for my neighbors. I don’t think they’d appreciate it.”

You ran your hand over his chest and pouted. “Maybe they just shouldn’t look.”

JB chuckled at your adorable reaction. “Someone’s impatient.” His hand moved from the inside of your shirt and down to cup your ass. He gave a firm squeeze. “I have good news, my apartment is just around the corner.”

“Well let’s not waste any more time.”

Moments later your two tangled bodies came crashing through the front door. From the car to the apartment you had only broken contact a few seconds for air. It was a stumbling mess but you had reached your destination. Clothing began to be torn off of each other and thrown somewhere in the apartment. Where they were? Well, you’d worry about that in the morning. 

“Bedroom,” you muttered against his lips.

The adrenalin pumped through your veins as you went stumbling through the apartment. Hitting walls, knocking into tables, and a picture may have smashed on the floor. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the two of you. 

JB pushed you down roughly causing your back to crash into the soft mattress. You felt cold now without his heated touches.  His eyes scanned the length of your body as he licked his lips hungrily. “Damn you look sexy.”

“If I’m so sexy then why am I alone on this bed?”

He gave you an amused look. “Oh? Does that mean you want me to join you kitten?”

Your mind screamed yes, but you didn’t want him to have that kind of satisfaction. “I never said that.” 

His eyes narrowed, he knew what game you were playing. “You didn’t?”

“No.”

JB lowered himself closer to the ground at the edge of the bed near your legs. You propped yourself up on your elbows to keep your eyes on him. “Well, if you don’t want me on the bed then I won’t join you.” His fingertips ghosted along your legs and up your thighs. The gentle touch made you quiver. But his gentle touch changed without warning as he gripped your thighs tightly and spread them apart. You stared down at him in surprise. “Instead I’ll just have some fun from here until you’re begging for me to join you.”

There was no opportunity for you to question him. Instead, he made quick work of removing your panties, fully expose yourself to him. He ran his tongue along your folds, making sure to take it extra slow when reaching your clit. An uncontrollable groan escapes your lips to JB’s amusement. “Did you like that kitten?”

“No,” you lied.

“Tsk Tsk, lying won’t get you anymore. It’s only gonna get you in trouble.” JB rubbed your sensitive clit gently. Fucking tease. “I guess I’m gonna have to fix that.”

JB inserted the first digit as he watched your reaction carefully. He started slow just to see how you’d react. But upon seeing that you weren’t reacting the way he wanted he took it to the next level. Another digit went in and his pace became unforgiving. Your head tilted back as the familiar warm sensation began to build in the pit of your stomach. You closed your eyes trying to control your urge to moan and encourage him, but it was useless. “JB,” you panted.

“Jaebum,” he whispered ss he continued to move in and out, occasionally curving and scissoring his fingers. “My name is Jaebum.” His teeth grazed the inner flesh of your thighs making you moan his name yet again. “Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves,” he teased.

“Shut up.”

“Gladly.” Jaebum withdrew his fingers to roughly move your legs over his shoulders. His hands took hold of your waist to ensure you couldn’t escape. It was then his mouth began its assault. His tongue swirled and flicked in all the right places causing your body temperature to only rise. But when he parted your lips is when it all changed. Using his long slender fingers playing with your clit while his tongue delved in. You inhaled and took hold of his hair. “Shit,” you gasped. You craved more, you needed more.

You were on the edge. Your pants radiated through the room as you tried desperately to keep your breathing as steady as possible. But it was useless. This man had total control and you hated it. His lips left you, leaving only his hands to continue their work at a painfully slow pace compared to what it was before.  He smiled down at your withered form. “Do you want more kitten?”

“Yes.” Your voice was shaking from the desperate need for a release. 

“What was that?” You didn’t respond knowing fully what he wanted. Jaebum stopped his fingers movement. The lack of movement made you whine. You needed something, anything. Any attempts to press your thighs together were futile due to Jaebum still being between them. And something told you your hands might end up being tied to the bed frame from any attempts to help yourself along. “Kitten tell me what you want.”

“I’m not saying it.”

A dangerous glint could be seen through the dark room, he didn’t appreciate your response. His fingers retracted and next thing you knew he had your clit between two fingers, pinching it enough just to make you gasp. “I can play this game all night.”

You stood your ground. Clenching the sheets in your tight grasp and gritting your teeth. You were not going to give in so easily. His stare was animalistic while his free hand trailed up your body leaving a trail of goose ups. He took your right breast into his hand and began kneading them. He took care to ensure to run a teasing finger over your incredibly sensitive nipple. “This is your last chance kitten. Be a good girl.”

“No.”

Instant regret. Jaebum pulled you off the bed and onto the floor with him. He was above you before you could even register what had just happened. One hand pinned down your hands while his other was wrapped around your throat. His face was beside yours now, his deep breaths hitting the side of your neck. He squeezed his hand around your throat lightly. “You’re gonna regret that.”

JB’s hand retreated from your throat. You watched silently as he used his teeth to open up a wrapper containing a condom. As he slipped it on he never broke his intense eye contact making your desire only grow that much more. 

He positioned himself now, the head of his dick running up and down your folds. His head lowered to pepper kisses along your throat. You were being tortured and there was nothing you could do about it. “Tell me what you want kitten.”

You were becoming weak. So very weak. The desire was becoming a need. “You know what I want.”

His cock pressed harder into your clit making you gasp. “I want you to say it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”

You cracked. “Fuck me.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me you asshole!”

You were surprised by your own outburst. Jaebum loved it, that cocky expression taking over his features. He seemed damn proud of himself. His hips snapped forward and burying himself deep inside of you. The sudden penetration left you breathless. The sexual frustration that had been driving you mad had dissipated and was replaced by the intoxicating build up deep inside of you.

His lips attached to your neck, they moved up leaving small marks on the way up to your lips. Soon his large hands were back on your throat applying light pressure. His lips capturing yours in a heated kiss to muffle your moans of pleasure.

Without warning, Jaebum had flipped you onto your stomach. He hoisted your ass up into the air and repositioned himself before slamming himself back inside. His hand took hold of your hair to bring you into your chest. There was a mix of pain and pleasure, you felt like you were playing with fire. He let go of your hair as he put his hand on your throat, successfully keep you up that way now. One of his fingers brushed against your lips with you happily took into your mouth and began to suck.

Panting against your ear he began to speak. “How does my cock feel kitten?” You could only manage a moan. Your mind was in a haze, you couldn’t form words in this state. Jaebum gave one more harsh thrust before pausing. “I said how does my cock feel,” he growled against your ear.

You let out a whimper as you clutched onto his arm. “Jaebum p-please. Don’t…don’t stop. It feels amazing.”

“Nah baby girl, you’re gonna have to do better than that now.” He gave another rough thrust before pausing again. “Talk to me,” he purred. 

You were overwhelmed and desperate. “Fuck me. Please. I need your amazing cock to fuck me hard. Please daddy.”

“Daddy? I like.” Jaebum released you to let your upper body fall back towards the ground. Both his hands took hold of your hips before he began to thrust at an ungodly pace. It was overwhelming and you felt yourself losing your grip on reality. You clawed desperately at the carpeting on the floor but it was useless. A string of curse words came from your lips between your moans that only seemed to get louder. “Cum for me baby girl. I want to hear you scream my name.”

It only took a couple more sloppy thrusts to force you over the edge. The fire that had built in your abdomen exploded sending the fire coursing through your veins. Your vision went white as the pleasure hit every inch of your body. Jaebum let go of your hips causing you to fall to your side. He collapsed next to you taking trying to catch his breath. You closed your eyes and smiled to yourself. Your friends were right, a night out was exactly what you needed.

Girl Next Door

Y/N had grown up next to Harry her whole life, he had only been two years older so they got along like peanut butter and jelly, ever since Y/N and Harry could walk they had been attached at hip. He came over and would have a tea party with her, she would tug at his curls, attempting to put a crown on him, he never minded. She would run over and play soccer with him, kicking the ball around, getting mud all over her.

Harry, and everyone else, thought of her as the perfect girl next door. Her father, a lawyer, her mother a stay at home mom, a helicopter mom. She watched her daughter all the time, making sure she was studying and getting the right marks at school. She pushed Y/N to join everything and anything she could. Y/N, of course, listened. She was active in middle school, she was on student council and drama club, between those two and studying she hardly saw Harry, and the two started to drift apart.

In high school Harry had found his group, a group Y/N did not like, and her parents hated. They made Y/N cut all ties with the Styles boy. Harry had traded in his soccer ball for drinks, he traded in his silly puns for sex, and his clean skin for tattoos and piercings. Y/N at first was upset, but then she found herself too busy to care.

Y/N had started at the bottom, literally. She began as a base for cheering, and by her sophomore year she was a flyer. Her junior year she was voted as caption, which her mother loved, but Y/N, not so much. With being caption, class president, and vice president of drama club she found herself overwhelmed. Her school life began at seven am and didn’t stop till one am, she forced herself to stay awake and study, keeping college in mind at all times.

Every once and a while she would peek out her window, where she could see into Harry window. When they were little they would write notes to each other, holding them up to window. When they reached middle school they would call each other, but sit by the window and watch each other as they spoke into the phone, Harry would watch as she would giggle at a stupid joke, and stick her tongue out at him. She would watch him run a hand through his long brown curls, which he now had chopped off. Now when she looks over the room would be empty, the lights off, or she would catch him smoking out the window, blowing out the toxin into the air. When Harry looked over she was always sat on her bed, studying, or she was at her desk working on another essay. Things weren’t the same anymore.

Before Y/N would tell Harry everything, on her worst nights, when she just couldn’t sleep, Harry would climb into her window and hold her close. They would whisper to each other, coming up with plans for the future. Y/N and Harry would run off to New York, where Y/N could be a dancer on Broadway, and Harry would find his career in music, they would be the best of friends, sharing an apartment and laughing all the time. They would run out and one am and get Chinese food and walk Times Square, they would camp out to watch shows, it seemed so simple, so real, at the time. Now she’s left alone in her room, not being able to sleep, the tears leaving her eyes every night.

“Hey,” Jade places a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, grabbing the girl’s attention.

Y/N hadn’t even noticed how she drifted off, staring at her former best friend. He leaned against his locker, arm draped over a girl’s shoulder, a smirk on his lips as he looked down at her. She was giggling, her cheeks red as she trailed her hand up and down his chest.

“Sorry,” Y/N blushed, closing her locker and turning to the blonde, “what were you saying?”

“The girls and I are going to get our nails done after school if you want join!” Jade smiled, gripping her books.

Y/N smiled softly, “oh I wish,” she pouts, “but I have rehearsals.”

“You’re in need of a break,” Jade says, “how do you live?”

“I’m not sure,” Y/N responds, a breathless chuckle leaving her lips.

The bell rings and she turns, “I’ll see you tonight at the game,” Y/N called, walking down the hall.

She waves to a couple of people as she walks to her class. Once Y/N reaches her room she slips into her seat, pulling her note book and pen out. Harry walks into the room, walking all the way to the back where his friends sat. His eyes land on Y/N, she’s doing what she has done for years when she was stressed, twirling her hair around her finger and then lightly tugging on it.

Harry can’t help but admire her body in the uniform she’s wearing. She had grown up for sure, the blue and white fabric hugged her body, showing off her tiny waist and her nice handful of boobs, Harry was sure if she bent down he would be able to catch a glimpse of her bum. He frowned when Scott pulled up the chair next to her, shrugging off his letterman jacket and kissing her cheek. Just like the perfect caption of the team and girl next door she had the perfect boyfriend.

Harry hated Scott Edelman more than he hated anyone else in the world. The guy seemed to make everyone smile, he was nice, and perfect for her, but Harry never trusted him. Scott’s hand would sometimes slip lower than Y/N wanted, and sometimes his eyes would linger on her chest when she wouldn’t notice, but Harry did, he could see it from down the hall.

“How was your morning?” Scott asked, tapping his fingers on the desk.

“It was good, I went for a run, nothing big, Mr. Brown is killing me though. He just edited my essay and I have to go home and fix it tonight after the game,” Y/N answered, rubbing her forehead, “what about you?”

“It was okay, does this mean you aren’t coming over after the game?” Scott frowned.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says.

Scott sighed, leaning back. Anytime he invited Y/N over and she knew his parents weren’t home something always came up, and he was getting tired of it.

“Are you actually going to sleep with me or are you going to be a stuck up prude for the rest of your life,” Scott whispered, anger clear in his tone, “if you loved me you would sleep with me.”

“It’s because I love you I’m going to give you this warning,” Y/N says, her voice low, she leans over so her lips are next to his ear, “if you so much as touch me when I say no, or keep pushing me to sleep with you, I will kick you so hard in the dick you won’t ever be able to please yourself again let alone another human being.”

She pulled away, sitting back in her seat, her eyes on the board as the teacher begins to speak. The rest of her day goes by quick, rehearsal dragged on too much for her liking.

Harry hardly attended football games, but tonight was different, and he was thankful his friend dragged him out. He had promised Nina, the girl draped around his arm earlier, that he would take her home after the game, but he couldn’t focus on her. Instead, as always, his eyes drifted to Y/N. She was in the air, two girls gripping her ankles, her right hand on her hip, her other up in the air as she smiled at the fans in the crowd.

“She’s hot, I hear her and Scott are getting it in after the game,” Niall remarked, handing Harry the flask he had hidden in his jacket.

Harry takes it, letting the alcohol fall down his throat, “nah, she’s too much of a prude,” Harry shakes his head, chuckling, “she’s all about waiting for marriage.”

“Boring,” Niall rolled his eyes, everyone around them stood up to cheer, “are you hanging out with Nina afterwards?”

“Maybe, she’s getting a little too clingy for my liking,” Harry sighed.

“She a good fuck?” Niall raised an eyebrow, grabbing the flask and putting it back in his pocket.

“She’s okay, maybe I’ll ring up Stella,” Harry said.

“I’m gonna go smoke,” Harry says as halftime rolled by.

He walks down the stairs and goes down the alley way to head towards the school. He stops, hearing a small sob, a sob he heard too many times in his childhood. He peeks around the corner to see Y/N pressed against the wall, Scott has her arms pinned over her head, kissing her neck.

“Stop,” she pleads.

Harry feels his blood boiling, his fist tightening, but before he can act she does it herself. Her knee bending, and kicking up in between Scotts legs. Scott groans, backing away, and she shoves at him, making him tumble back.

“Don’t ever touch me again,” she yelled, sniffling and wiping her eyes, “or I’ll report you for harassment.”

Harry watches as she walks briskly towards him, she freezes, seeing him in front of her. Her eyes are glossy, her lipstick is smudged, cheeks pink and puffy. She looks scared and her hair is slightly a mess, her arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself. They stand, eyes connected, she can’t help but not look into the same green eyes she used to love, the same eyes that would watch her dance around her room.

She drops her head, walking past Harry, her shoulder bumping into his arm. Harry sucks in a sharp breath, walking towards Scott, he hits his side, a quick and hard kick making Scott groan, “if you so much as look at her, I swear to god, I’ll kill you myself,” Harry says, spitting near his head.

Part Two

BTS reaction: taking care of their girlfriend when she’s sick

Anon requested:

Hi! I’m really sick right now and I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction to their girlfriend being sick, like them taking care of her and stuff.


Jin:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

We all know how much Jin likes to take care of other people. So when you, his favorite person in the entire world, got sick he knew that he would do anything that he can so you can feel better. 

He made you lay in bed for the entire day, turned on your favorite drama to watch and made you so much food that you thought you were never going to be able to eat it all. 

“Jin-ah that’s too much food!”

“No it’s not! You’re sick. You need energy!”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by cyyphr

When he first sees you, so sick that you’re not able to get out of bed, he would immediately turn from the tough, swaggy Suga, into the sweet and loving Yoongi. It would be kind of hard for him at first, because he was not really used to take care of anyone. But he was ready to do anything for you. And I mean ANYTHING! If you throw up on the floor, he would clean it up without saying a word. If you sneeze all over him, by an accident he would just wipe it off his face and reassure you that it’s totally okay. He would go out shopping for different kinds of medicines, teas and foods that would make you feel better, coming home with three giant bags full of stuff. And if you have a fever he won’t be able to sleep at night, constantly checking your temperature and giving you different kinds of cold medicines.

“Love, are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything else?”

“No, oppa, I’m fine. Seriously, it’s just a cold…”

“It’s not JUST a cold! You actually look like you’re dying! Still gorgeous though.” He laughed winking.


Jhope:

Originally posted by btsarekings

Seeing you sick would make Hobi extremely sad. He loved you so much and seeing you in pain was actually kind of painful to him too. 

He would try to make you feel better by telling you to lay down and relax, making you some tea and probably even attempting to cook something. Then he would try telling you different stories and jokes in hopes of entertaining you, so you would feel better. 

“Tell me if you need anything, jagi. And I mean ANYTHING! Not just food and stuff, ANYTHING! Whatever you want, if you want me to dance for you, I will. If you want me to cuddle you, I will. If you want me to go out and get you a puppy…I’ll do that too. As long as it makes you happy, I’ll do it!”


Namjoon:

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Namjoon would want to help you so badly! But in his attempts to help he would just cause even more destruction. He would try to cook for you, completely destroying the kitchen in the process. He would try to buy you cold medicine, but would probably get the children’s one by an accident instead. He would try to clean up your room for you, so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself, but would probably break a few of your stuff while doing so. 

He would keep trying to help, and keep causing more, and more destruction until you finally decide to tell him to stop and just come cuddle you instead. 

“But I want to help you!”

“Baby, you helped enough. Just come cuddle me now, that’s going to make me feel a lot better.”

“Okay…”He sighed but then smiled. 


Jimin:

Originally posted by bangtan

Jimin would definitely panic. He would definitely think that it wasn’t just a cold but something way more serious. And he would probably decide to google the symptoms. 

That was a bad idea. Two minutes later he would come back to you and say, completely serious:

“Jagi, I’m so sorry, but you might have cancer!” 

“Jimin what the fuck!” You yelled.

“I googled the symptoms. Most of the results said it was an ordinary cold, but what if…it’s not!!!” 

“Oh my god, Jimin! Baby, you had the exact same reaction last time when I was sick! I’m okay, I promise….”

“Okay then, [Y/N]. But don’t say that I didn’t warn you….”

You sighed and shook your head, annoyed. 


Taehyung:

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

Tae would believe that cuddles and laughs are the best kind of medicine. He would play your favorite movie and lay down next to you, cuddling you for hours, making funny faces at you here and there, trying to make you laugh. 

Later he would go out and return with a giant bag of candy, and would keep cuddling you, the two of you chewing on candy, while watching another movie that he had picked. 

“Tae, why did you buys so much candy?” 

“I know you have a sweet tooth and you’re sick so you can eat as much candy as you want today!” He smiled.


Jungkook:

Originally posted by boyfriendjungkookie

Jungkook would be freaking out, the moment you realized you were sick! He have never taken care of anyone else before, so he would have no idea what to do. But being really nervous about it, he would just tell you to lie down while he thinks of something, before going in the other room and calling his hyungs for advice. 

“Hyung, the love of my life, my sweet, sweet jagi is sick! What do I do? Please help! I’m freaking out!”