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Everybody Loves a Clown- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,751

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual,

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brighter than fire (m)

Summary: There’s quite possibly nothing you hate more than Min Yoongi and his stupid, stupid face—and the stupid, stupid way he makes you feel.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut, Camp Counselor AU
Word Count: 11,371
Author’s Note: What better way to celebrate the summer than to mix Min Yoongi and camp counseling? Also, this is my first time getting to write really sarcastic Yoongi and I was really living. And to @minsvga – hEY thanks for encouraging sarcastic Yoongi in the first place, and lots of sinning; this is all your fault. 

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As soon as you step off the bus at the top of the mountain, surrounded by trees and forest and the fresh smell of pine, miles and miles away from your family and the troubles of everyday life—there is without a doubt in your mind that you’re reached your home. The sun is bright, hitting your eyes as soon as you depart from the vehicle, which only serves as a benchmark for what the next few weeks would consist of. And for the most part, you cannot wait to bask in the freedom and the responsibility and the adventure of resuming your counselor position at Camp Bulletproof for the fourth year in a row.

There’s an endearing aspect of being a regular at Camp Bulletproof, one that comes with smiles and waves exchanged with counselors who share the same experience as you, ones you’ve known for many years and have a friendship that can transcend the fact that you all didn’t see each other a lot more than you actually saw each other but that doesn’t stop any of you from spending hours on end supplying backstories for stories or sharing tales from school. It’s a gesture that is done very willingly given that some of these people have plagued your childhood and some of your most fond memories. For the most part, you can’t wait until after hours so the counselors could all have some time to catch up.

For the most part.

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BTS Reaction - car sex/foreplay

This is a very, very long post. I just wanted to give you guys an insight into what my writing is like when I have more words to play with. I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it.

Seokjin

Jin hadn’t been lying when when he’d said that he’d take you to the best restaurant in town.  The food was delicious, but so was the wine, and as you sit next to him on the car ride home you’re more than a little tipsy, truth be told.  You look over at him, taking in how handsome he looks as the streetlights illuminate all the perfectly sculpted angles of his face.  He’s concentrating hard on the road, his hands fixed in the ten and two position, his broad shoulders framed beautifully by the smart suit jacket he’s wearing.  

Before you know it your hand is sneaking over onto his lap and squeezing his thigh gently, a small smile gracing his face in response.  He doesn’t really think much of it - you frequently rest your hand on his leg as he drives - but when your hand starts to roam further north he flicks his eyes at you, smile growing.

“Where’s that hand going, hmm?” he asks, knowing full well where you’re headed but doing little to stop it.  

“Where’d you want it to go?”  you ask back, biting your lip teasingly as you drift your palm over the quickly hardening bulge inside his pants.

“I think you know baby.”  Needing very little to no encouragement you make quick work of his fly, flipping open the zipper and reaching into his boxers.  Eagerly, you wrap your hand around his cock and pull it free, Jin glancing down at his lap and biting his lip as you do.  He’s fully hard now, his member standing tall above where your hand rests at its base, and when you squeeze the length of him from bottom to top he exhales heavily, his hips shifting in his seat.  

“That feel good?”  Jin bobs his head in response to your question, his eyes still fixed on the road as he struggles to concentrate, hands tightening on the wheel as you stroke his cock up and down with a firm grip.  You run your thumb over the tip, collecting his pre-cum and using it to lubricate his throbbing length, your own breath getting heavier as you watch him purse his lips together to hold back the moans you know are just dying to pour out.  

You start to pick up speed, eager to watch him fall apart under your touch, so caught  up in pleasuring him that you practically forget that he’s behind the wheel.  

“Babe, baby,” he huffs, glancing at you, his hips flexing upward, “You gotta stop… shit, I can’t drive like this.” You pout back at him, slowing your hand but reluctant to remove it completely until he looks at you again with wide, pleading eyes.   Sighing, you stop your ministrations, tucking him back into his pants to let him drive in peace but still pouting hard.  “The second we get home baby, I swear I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight.”  

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

Yoongi

“Yoo- Yoongi… I’m not sure we should…”  you gasp, your words telling him one thing but your body saying the exact opposite.  You’ve got your head tilted back against the back window of the car, granting access to the lips that are trailing hot, wet kisses from your ear to your collarbone, your legs spread open to let Yoongi lie in between them to grind his crotch against your core.  

“I thought you wanted to help me relax?” he murmurs against your collarbone, his hand grabbing at your breast through your blouse and palming it gently.  

“I did…” You choke back a moan as you feel Yoongi’s hard bulge rubbing against your panties.  “But I meant… I meant a backrub or something, not - oh my god!”  Yoongi cuts you short when he roughly pulls your panties to the side, his fingers plunging into you with little to no warning to stretch open your walls, prepping you for him.  

You shouldn’t be doing this here, not now.  You’re laid across the backseat of Yoongi’s car in the deserted corner of a parking lot that belongs to a fancy, Italian restaurant where you’re supposed to be meeting the BigHit executives any time now.  There’s the potential for you to be spotted any time - it’s not even that dark - but that doesn’t seem to bother Yoongi.  If anything, it seems to urge him on.  

Satisfied that you’re ready for him, Yoongi withdraws his now dripping fingers and shoves down his pants and boxers far enough to release his long, throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance as he looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.  He doesn’t even give you a second to catch your breath before he thrusts into you, hard.  You cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness, but Yoongi is as silent as usual as he commences a fast, punishing rhythm that has you gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, digging in your fingernails through his shirt.  

“Fuck, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Yoongi grunts, slamming his hips into yours, his forehead starting to perspire under his bangs.  “You want my cum, you little slut?”  

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, flexing your hips up to meet his every stroke, the fire of an impending orgasm growing in your pelvis.  Yoongi groans and picks up the pace, and you can tell from the way he’s starting to grunt in time with his thrusts that he’s getting close, your soft, warm walls clenching around his length rock solid length to heighten his pleasure.

Yoongi cums inside you with no prior warning, filling you up with stuttering hips and stilted groans, his face pressed to your neck.  Your hips are still moving, whimpers falling from your lips as you fail to reach your high, your whole pelvis throbbing.  Smiling slyly, Yoongi withdraws himself from you and puts himself away before putting your panties back in place.  He looks entirely relaxed now, just as he intended, but unfortunately leaving you a quivering mess in his place.  When you sit up and pull your skirt down you feel Yoongi’s load seep out into your underwear, leaving a sticky mess between your legs.  His long, delicate fingers dip under the edge of your panties again to rub it through your folds, chuckling softly as you whine needily.  

“Keep all that cum inside you, kitten, and daddy promises he’ll make it worth your while.”  

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly

Hoseok

When you’d initially suggested the idea of ‘getting busy’ in Hobi’s car, he’d initially been really up for it.  He’s always keen to try new things, and he knows all too well about your little exhibition kink, already having fucked you in a shopping mall changing room and various other risky places.  But when it comes time to do it Hobi almost seems nervous, driving around for at least half an hour in the dark to try and find the a place that’s adequately secluded with minimal chance of getting caught.  

“Hobi, baby, c’mon, this is fine,” you whine beside him in the passenger seat, getting more impatient by the minute.  He looks so fucking good in his button down shirt and tight black jeans that you can barely keep your hands off him.  

“Ok, ok,” he agrees, giving into temptation when he glances over and sees you already slipping off your jeans and discarding them into the footwell with a salacious smile.  He pulls up in a deserted little lane by the side of a muddy field, and when he kills the engine the car headlights switch off too, plunging you both into total darkness.  Within seconds Hobi is on you, leaning over the shift stick to crash his mouth against yours, kissing you with a desperation that reveals that he’s just as impatient as you you.  You tangle your hands in his hair, pushing your tongue into his mouth to kiss him back just as fiercely, forcing him back into the driver’s seat so you can straddle his lap.  

It’s uncomfortable; the steering wheel is digging into your back and your knee is crammed into the compartment on the inside of the door, but you couldn’t care less.  

“Get your cock out,” you mumble against his lips, rubbing your core against the bulge in his jeans.  

“Yes ma’am,” he answers breathily, hastily pulling them open and releasing his cock to stand tall and swollen against his stomach as you start to rain kisses on his neck, biting into the soft flesh just under his ear.  He groans wantonly, digging his fingers into your hips.  “Please, god, I need to be in you.”

Prep be damned, you reach down and pull your underwear to the side and sink onto his girthy length, groaning as your ass meets his lap and he’s seated fully inside you.  

“Move, baby, please,” he begs, still grasping at your hips, his head tipping back against the driver’s seat, and you can’t help but smile as you start to rock against him, grabbing onto his shoulders.  You love it when he begs for you, and you move slowly on purpose just to make him do it again.  

Just as Hobi’s starting to make the prettiest of noises you suddenly notice flashing blue lights slowly appear in the distance through the rear windscreen of the car; lights that come a stop behind you.  The car’s engine is turned off and a door opens soon after.  Scrambling off his lap, much to Hobi’s dismay and confusion, you hastily start to drag on your jeans, panicking and laughing all at once.  

“Put yourself away, put it away!” you hiss at him, giggling as Hobi glances behind you and his mouth falls open in alarm, eyes wide and frantic as he tucks himself back in his jeans, his cheeks a bright, burning red by the time a shadowy figure comes to knock on the car window.   The officer clearly knows what you two were getting up to, but after he listens to Hobi’s stuttering nonsensical explanations he just gives the two of you a knowing smile and instructions to get moving.  You’re still giggling as the officer drives away, but Hoseok looks mortified, running his hand over his profusely sweating face.

“We are never, ever doing that again.”  

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla


Namjoon

“Joonie, stop it,” you giggle, trying to bat his hand away from where it’s creeping up your thigh.  

“Honestly, what did you expect coming to pick me up in such a tiny little skirt?”  Namjoon reasons, and when you glance away from the road  to look at his face you see he’s got one eyebrow raised in amusement, but his eyes sat underneath are hooded with lust, his pouty lips slightly parted as he grabs at the soft flesh of your inner thigh.  

“I expect you to let me drive without interruption so we actually manage to get home in one piece.”  It’s all very well saying that, but you still end up parting your legs as his fingers trail ever higher, biting your lip as you slouch in your seat, practically delivering your pussy into his waiting hand.  

“I can think of worse ways to go,” he replies cockily, skimming the tips of his fingers along the edge of your panties.  So can you, actually, but that’s beside the point.  You’re about to say so, but then the words are displaced from your mouth as a gasp takes their place, Namjoon’s thumb coming to rest on your cotton covered clit and rubbing it with a firm, circular motion.  You take your eyes off the road momentarily, looking at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your chest rising and falling heavily under his expert ministrations.  “Eyes on the road.”  His voice is firm, dominant, and as always it thrills you to the core, arousal thrumming through you and intensifying the feel of the pads of his fingers as they press against you.  Namjoon starts to push against the wet cotton of your panties, stuffing it inside you as far as the material will allow, watching eagerly for you reaction and smirking at the way you whimper, your hips flexing towards him.

“I can’t drive like this Joonie,” you moan, aching so badly, desperate to be filled.  

“Then pull over,” he replies thickly, voice low, and before you know it you’re scanning every darkened road for a place to park as he continues his slow torture.  You end up settling for a deserted country lane, and the moment you pull over Namjoon ceases touching you and get out of the car, beckoning you with a curl of his finger.  

Confused, you follow him outside into the night, goosebumps rising on your skin at the cold.  

“Come here and bend over.”  He’s stood in front of your car, palming himself through his jeans, and with shaking knees you approach him and do as he asks, nervously glancing around to make sure you’re really as alone as it seems.  Luckily you are, because in the next breath Namjoon’s grabbing hold of you underwear and yanking it down, bunching your skirt up by your hips and chuckling when you gasp at the feel of his hot, hard length nudging at your folds.  “You want this?”  You whine, arching your back to try as Namjoon’s hand presses on your back of your shoulder to keep you flat against the cold metal of your car.  

“Please, please,” you moan, no longer caring about keeping quiet, too caught up in your overwhelming need.  He sinks into you in one agonisingly slow push, grunting as he bottoms out and sees you clawing at the bonnet for something to grab onto, writhing on the end of his cock and clenching around him.

“Shit, you feel so good baby.”  

Originally posted by piedparker

Jimin

It’s been a really nice afternoon, chilling in the dorms with Jimin and his friends, playing video games and joking around.  You’re still glad to be going home though, and taking your sweet boyfriend with you for the night.  He sits quietly next to you in the passenger seat; too quietly in fact, considering how full of life he was back at the dorms.  Maybe he just tired himself out?  

“You ok, Jiminie?” you ask softly, and out of the corner of your eye you see him look up, worrying his bottom lip about something before he shortly replies.  

“Yeah.”  

“You sure?”  you check, an unsettling feeling brewing in your stomach.  Have you done something wrong?

“Yeah.  You just…”  You glance over to see Jimin fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, looking down at his lap.  “You look really pretty today.”  Chuckling, you raise your eyebrows as you look straight ahead, concentrating hard as you wait to turn left at a busy junction.

“And that's… a bad thing?”

“No! No.  It’s just, I-uh-I’ve got a problem,” Jimin mumbles, so quiet that you can barely hear him over the song on the radio.  When he fails to explain any further you risk another look at him, your eyes widening when you see the way he’s pulled his hoodie back enough to expose his lap, and likewise, display the obscene tenting in the front of his shorts.  

“Oh baby,” you coo, licking your lips at the sight of it, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  Jimin tugs at the hem of his hoodie, squirming in his seat as his plump cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink.

“I thought I could wait until we got home,” he tells you with wide, beseeching eyes.  “I don’t think I can wait anymore mommy…”

“I wish I could help you baby,” you soothe softly, really wishing that you could, especially when he whines needily, twisting in his seat.  “Why don’t you touch yourself till we get home?”

“Really? Here?”  Jimin looks around, chewing at his bottom lip nervously as he takes in the light traffic surrounding your car.  You can tell he’s debating between the risk of being seen and how good it’ll feel to do as you suggest, but when he starts to palm himself through his shorts you can tell the latter option has won.  

“Get it out baby, let me see,” you encourage greedily, eager to watch your baby boy pleasure himself right next to you.  He does as you ask, pulling down his shorts to rest halfway down his meaty thighs and mewling prettily when his little hand wraps tightly around his thick, leaking cock.  

He fists his cock up and down, his hips pushing upward to meet every stroke of his hand, and as he does he makes the sweetest of noises that shoot straight to your core, your panties getting soaking wet within minutes of him starting.  Every time you steal a glance away from the road Jimin is looking straight at you, pumping himself hard, his tongue poking at his thick, pillow soft lips.  

“Mommy…” he groans breathily, throwing his head back as he squeezes the base of his cock, rolling his balls in his other hand.  “Touch me, please.”  You bite your lip, looking back between Jimin and the road, completely caught up with the image of the boy sat next to you rapidly coming apart.

Unable to resist, you reach over with one hand and take over, tugging on Jimin’s cock as your own pussy throbs with need.  

“Mmff!  Gonna cum!”  Jimin exclaims, his back bowing away from the seat.  You pick up the pace of your hand, bringing him over the brink as you sit at traffic lights, cum spilling out over his hoodie and his shorts and your hand as his cock pulses.  He looks completely fucked out when you’re done, nuzzling against your shoulder with a sleepy smile as you wipe your hand on your jeans.

“Feel better, baby?”

“Hmm, thank you mommy.”  

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores

Taehyung

From the moment you’d left the house to go out with your friends, you and Taehyung had been exchanging hot and dirty messages.  It’d started off fairly tame, only to escalate into your boyfriend sending you a video of him jacking himself off that you had to watch in the toilets with the volume turned down, biting your lip.  

Needless to say, when he picks you up at the end of night both of you are wound so tight you’re ready to snap, your panties soaking wet beneath your dress.  He greets you with a passionate, deep kiss that lasts for several minutes or more, and when he pulls away you’re practically squirming in your seat, more eager to get home than ever.

Much to your surprise when Taehyung pulls away he doesn’t immediately start the engine, reaching into his pocket instead and pulling out something small, shiny and familiar.  

“It’s fully charged, Jagi,” he grins cheekily as he presses the vibrator into your palm, his gaze shrouded with desire.  “Get yourself warmed up for me.”  You nod eagerly, not needing to be told twice.  As Taehyung starts the car you slip off your underwear, the alcohol in your system spurring you on to plant your feet shamelessly atop the dash.  You let your legs flop open as you switch on the vibe, wasting no time in pressing it straight to your clitoris.  The gratification is immediate, pleasure jolting through you as it buzzes against your core.  

“Hmm, Tae, it feels so good,” you tell him, flopping your head to the side to look up at him from under your lashes.  Tae peeks at you, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth, wetting his lips.  

“You getting my seats all wet?”  You nod, flashing him a naughty smile.  You really are; you can feel wetness seeping down from your folds and between your ass cheeks, pooling on the leather beneath you.  “Hmm, good.”  

Unsatisfied by just your vibrator you start to run your fingers against your pussy too, teasing your hole as you let your eyes flop closed, wishing it was Taehyung’s cock nudging inside you rather your fingertips.  

“Are we almost home?” you ask breathily, sliding two fingers inside yourself, your body making obscene, lewd noises as they push in and out.  “I want you…”  

“Five more minutes, Jagi,”  Taehyung reassures you, his voice so thick with lust that it’s almost a growl.  You curl your fingers against your g-spot, pushing yourself to a new high that has you moaning and writhing next to him.

“God, you look so hot….” he murmurs, unable to last more than five seconds at a time before taking his eyes off the road to look back at you.  Thank God the streets aren’t busy, otherwise this’d be a lot more dangerous.  “How’s that pussy feel?”

“Mm, good, tight,” you tell him, loving his answering groan.  He reaches over for just a second, long enough to push one longer finger inside you alongside your own, groaning again at the warm wetness surrounding his digit.

“Can’t wait to get inside you, Jagi, fuck.”

Originally posted by taesi10

Jungkook

Jungkook’s been almost silent the entire car ride home, driving with a steely look on his face, hands gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenching all the while.  Admittedly, pissed off is a good look for him, his eyes dark and arousing, but you’d still like to know what’s wrong.

“Is something the matter?” you ask cautiously, biting your thumb nail.  Jungkook huffs heavily, not looking at you, and he waits so long before he replies that you almost start to think he’s just ignoring you completely.  

“Did you have to flirt like that with Namjoon?”  

You’re surprised at first, your eyebrows lifting almost to your hairline.  But then within seconds that surprise gives way to frustration, pulling your brows back down again into a frown.  You’re so sick of this; almost every time you hang out with the other members Jungkook manages to find something or other to get jealous about.  

“What do you mean?”  

“You were fawning over him all night.  ‘Aw, Joonie, your dimples are so cute,’” he sneers, impersonating you, “‘You’re so smart Namjoon.’  I swear it’s like you want to suck his cock or something.”  You roll your eyes, temper flaring as you fold your arms across your chest.

“Unfortunately, Kook, there’s only one guy’s cock I want to suck, and it happens to be yours.  God knows why, though, when you act like this.”  You see Jungkook’s fingers flex on the steering wheel and his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, the sneer falling from his mouth as he licks his lips instead.  

“Show me then,” he growls after a few seconds silence, still not gracing you with a look in your direction.

“Pardon me?” you scoff.  

“You heard me.  You say my cock’s the only one you wanna suck, so suck it.  Show me.”

You stare back at him incredulously, barely believing the audacity of this boy to speak to you in such a way.  You can’t deny the effect his words have though; your pulse has already quickened, your mouth suddenly full of saliva as your eyes are magnetically drawn to his lap.  

The cocky bastard is hard already, his erection glaringly obvious underneath the crotch of his sweats.  

“Fine,” you snap, unable to resist despite the irritation still running through you, “But you’re not cumming.”

“We’ll see,” he smirks.  Jungkook yanks the elastic waist of his sweats lower, pulling out his cock and giving it one brief stroke up and down before flicking his eyes at you for the first time in the whole journey.  He looks so smug that you just want to punch him in the face, but lucky for him you’re too distracted by the delicious looking cock he’s pointing your way to do anything but stare. “Come on then.”

Much to your frustration you almost immediately oblige, leaning down across the centre panel of the car to kitten-lick at the tip of his member whilst he drives.  Damn it, why are you so weak for him?  You lap up all his pre-cum before taking the red, swollen head of his cock into the wet heat of your mouth, smiling around it when you hear him groan above you.

You feel Jungkook thread his fingers gently through the back of your hair, and you’re just starting to enjoy his soft caressing of your scalp when suddenly he forces you down onto the length of him, right to the back of your throat, making you gag.   

“That’s right, choke on it,” he growls, yanking on your hair to pull you off and then forcing you back down onto it again.  “This mouth is mine, you hear?”  

You moan around his cock, loving the mess he’s reduced you too, saliva dripping down your chin, wetness running down your thighs.  Maybe you did flirt with Namjoon, and maybe you did do it on purpose, because Jungkook only ever fucks you like this when he’s mad, and god, it’s so worth it.  

“I’m gonna cover you in my cum when we get home, just you wait and see.”


Originally posted by f-yeah-taehyung

Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Word Count: 4,729

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.

Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut

You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.

“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.

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Undercover Cops/Warning for Drug Blogs 6/13/17

Hey everyone sorry for not posting on here for the last week, I’ve been laying low after a frightening incident that happened to me regarding undercover police and someone I met here off Tumblr. Yes, police are targeting people (drug users primarily) on here by making blogs that have nothing on them (no reblogs, no personal content, not following any other blogs but Tumblr Staff and YOU) and messaging drug addicts in private telling them that if we help them score they will give us money/let us keep like half the amount of stuff they’re asking for, etc.

I was debating on whether or not I should post this since the person this is about doesn’t know I know they’re a cop/working for cops, but I want to keep everyone on here safe from this kind of stuff happening to them, so I might as well share my experience.

Basically a blog on here that had nothing posted on their blog and that wasn’t following anyone except for me and Tumblr Staff (two key sketchy signs right there) messaged me asking for help getting H saying that they had just moved from out of state and needed help with a new connect and offered me close to $100 each time for helping them. It seemed sketchy but I desperately needed the money, so I decided to help.

I met with them twice before the third time, being extremely cautious the first two times (watching my surroundings, asking important questions, sending someone else to bring the stuff back to them instead of me, etc.). Then on the third time they asked for a much larger amount than they had asked for the first two times (which is something cops trying to do an undercover buy do, they buy a couple of decent sized amounts and then on buy number three they buy a large amount and try to pop you with it when you return back to them with it.)


On buy three I carefully watched my surroundings. I noticed undercover cop cars around keeping an eye on me, after I walked off I had a bad feeling.

I got a confirmation that my sketched out feelings were right when while the person was waiting on me to come back with dope my friend that knew what I was doing gave me a call and told me that they were over in the area that that person I’m helping is in and that there’s over 5 cop cars and a drug task force vehicle waiting on me to come back so they could bust me. There was also unmarked vehicles with cops looking out the window with binoculars driving up and down the streets looking for where I went. I’m not going to say what happened after this in case the person I wrote this about finds it. I did the smart thing and decided to be safe instead of sorry.

Everyone on Nodsquad, Tweaker Nation, and everything in between, BE CAREFUL WHEN IT COMES TO MEETING PEOPLE ONLINE AND HELPING THEM GET VARIOUS SUBSTANCES! IT CAN AND POSSIBLY COULD COME BACK TO BITE YOU.

I’ve met probably close to 20 people off of Tumblr, some just to hang out, some for whatever else, and none of them were sketchy people until this last incident.

DON’T HELP BLOGS THAT ARE NEW AND DON’T HAVE ANY CONTENT ON THEM! (aka no reblogs, no personal content, only following you and Tumblr staff or a very unusually small handful of people.)

DON’T GIVE OUT YOUR REAL NAME, REAL PHONE NUMBER, OR ANY OTHER PERSONAL INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF TO THESE PEOPLE OR ANYONE ONLINE YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW.

If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

If anyone has anymore questions about avoiding these types of situations, about signs and tips on how to spot an undercover cop, or anything else feel free to message me privately. The area I’m in recently hired 110 more undercovers to do drug busts right now, I’m sure Seattle isn’t the only place with this sort of thing going on right now.

PLEASE, PLEASE BE SAFE EVERYONE. A get well, a high, or a chunk of cash isn’t worth a felony and your freedom.

Please reblog this message so everyone in the drug community on here can see this and be made aware. Tumblr isn’t always a “safe place” like we would like to think it is.
Humans are Space Orcs

I jumped onto the train for awhile now but now I have to contribute to it in some way.

Teens.

I ain’t talking about the stereotypical teens that adults always talk about, I’m talking about the dorks that still laugh at the iCUP joke.
But like…aliens don’t know how teens are because all they have heard from adults is how stupid and immature teens could be.
“Their rebellious and they won’t appreciate a single thing you do for them.” Human Rachel growled. “I wouldn’t want them as part of the crew.”
“But were you not a ‘teen’ once yourself?” Srytx gurgle, slightly confused.
“Exactly.” She huffed. “So I know how they work. Take it from me, teens aren’t what you want Srtyx.”
From the little warnings the adult humans have given the aliens makes them all worry as inevitably they are forced to harbor the human teens as well.
There were many things Gypr was afraid of, but this had his pelt flash blue in worry. If the humans were warning them about their own kin was not something that stirred well in his glands.
He shook his head and walked into the room that harbored the teens and two adults.
Some were as small as 4 ft while others simply towered over most adults. They all seemed dissinterested, some of the females talking in a corner while the males were being annoyingly loud. There were groups of mixed genders and others with only a single gender.
Gypr let our a shrill whistle between his fangs causing the humans present to turn to him. The two adults looked severely unconfortable which was understandable, his species did not give off peaceful vibes they were predatory by nature.
“Welcome humans,” Gypr announced. “Human adults will you please go in through that door they have a conference there for the human adults alone. Many of our other humans have said it is best to seperate the youth from them.”
The two adults nodded and turned to give biting glares at the teens. Some payed close attention while the other sniffed and turned away.
“Don’t cause trouble.” The human male growled before they both walked off into the room.
Gypr was slightly confused, they were not very friendly with each other.
As soon as the door closed, Gypr was able to see something…odd.
The loud teens from before continued to make and Crack jokes which eased some of the teens within the group. They positioned themselves to be more of a circle rather than the scattered mess they were in before.
The girls glanced around almost disinterested, but Gypr could see that they were looking for something.
Two teens stepped forward, one a male and the other a female.
The male bowed while the female gave a nod of her head.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The male smiled when he rose.
“Sup dude.” The female echoed. “I’m Angel and this is my friend Stan, we were informed that you’d be helping us out till we moved onto another ship?”
“Yes of Course I am Gypr,” the alien hummed. “I was told by several humans that you do not obey simple rules, I must inform you that anyone that breaks the rules will be punished by the other humans as the captain sees fit.”
“Oh the adults told you that hu?” Human Angel snorted. “Of course they would, stupid ass adults don’t know what the hell their talking about.”
“What my friend means,” Stan interjected. “Is that we understand the implications given, and I assure you no one in our crew will step out of line.”
Gypr, slightly confused, nodded. He started to walk, knowing that the humans would follow.
“Hey Gypr,” Human angel raced to stand next to him. “I have a few questions, and I was hoping you’d be able to answer them.”
“Of course anything you need Human angel.”
Angel stood in front of him stopping them from moving any further.
“You are going to show us our rooms right?”
“That was the plan Human angel.”
“Are we going to be situated with any of the adults?”
“Yes unfortunately we do not have rooms for every single person, so we Andre forced to compromise. Their are ten people to a room Human angel.”
“Are we allowed to choose who we go with and who goes with the adults?”
“The captain nor the humans malentioned any rooming arrangements so I assume it is fine, unless situated otherwise. There are 30 of you we have two open rooms for 10 each but the others will be scattered with human adults.”
Gypr was expecting anger and fighting amongst the group. But Human angel and human Stan only nodded.
“Okay that’s good,” Human Stan grinned. “Are we forced to do any activities with adults?”
“No, adults mentioned that they would not get any work done with younglings like yourself in the immediate vicinity, so you will not interact with any adults unless you so desire.”
Gypr was surprised when about eight of the teens sobbed in relief, earning pats and hugs from their other humans. Gypr surprise and confusion must have shown as Human Stan came to explain.
“Some of us have had bad run in with adults, they treat us like kids and in turn brush us aside, however their are a few of us who have been wronged by adults and we wish to keep them as far apart as possible.” Human Stan explained. “Adults categorize us a certain way because they believe that they know what is best despite us being perfectly capable of making our own decisions. Not all of us are like that, but in my group we try our bests. Please exuse me and angel as we wish to comfort our friends.”
Human Stan bowed again before racing off to hold one of his shaking male friends.
“Human Angel, I was unaware that Human Adults did not treat all you’d fairly.” Gypr was slightly horrified.
Angel shrugged.
“Trust us, some of us were the same way. It took forever to realize what’s wrong with our crew, and we can’t really do much about it either. There are a lot of humans that do not understand the precious life that we hold and will often abuse it as they wish. It is not only human adults who do this, but Human elderly, teens and children as well.” Human Angel sighed miserably, a sound that Gypr was told teens do not make. “Everything is so jacked up Gypr, but we learn to deal with what we have. I promise you we will try our best to not cause any trouble but please note that if push comes to shove we will probably be yelling at the other human adults aboard. It is not out of rebellion but we are all tired of the way we are treated arena as such arguments happen.”
Gypr stood staring at her with his three eyes, he would need to update the manual on human teens.
He stood staring as the human teens eventually calmed each other down and we’re ready to start moving once again.
“You have not mentioned to called you only by name Human Angel and Human Stan, most other Humans are irritated by being called Human before their name.” Gypr rumbled as they stopped for lunch.
“Not all of us are like that.” Human Stan supplied. “But if it makes you feel more comfortable calling us that way, by all means go ahead. Just remember some human won’t always appreciate the way you speak.”
Gypr looked down as his meal, his pelt flashing green as he calmed himself.
Human teens were most mesmerizing.

When other members catch you having sex in the shower

Anonymous asked : BTS reaction when he’s having privet sexy time ;) in the shower with Y\N and member walking in them ?? (make it long please)

Namjoon

Namjoon went to shower a few minutes ago when you decided to join him. With a soft smile, you quietly go through the corridor and open the bathroom’s door. Once the door is closed behind you, your eyes lands on Namjoon rinsing his hair. You smile at the sight of his long silhouette through the mist. You silently remove your clothes and open the shower’s door to slide inside. Namjoon slightly jumps as he turns around and opens his eyes wide as he sees you in front of him, smiling. « What are you doing? » You don’t answer, your smirk is enough to make him understand that you didn’t sneak in to share an innocent shower. You slip your hands against his wet chest, watching him pass a hand through his hair to clear his face. Namjoon smirks the moment you press your body against his, still caressing his chest and shoulders. You get on your tiptoes and kiss his neck, your lips running through his skin making him shiver at every touch. His arms curl around your waist, pressing you tighter against him. His hands goes down your ass as soon as you start sucking his skin to leave your mark. A slight stifled growl is heard in his throat and you feel something hardening against you. You smile, giving a last kiss to his neck before you look at Namjoon. His gaze is burning like fire, his dilated pupils making him look like his eyes are just two black holes. He takes your face with just one hand, firmly holding your jaw, his thumb rolling on your lower lip, giving you a dominant look that literally makes you wet. You moan, struggling with this painful tension between your bodies, and you cling to his shoulders. Namjoon lower his hand to grab your neck and puts his lips on yours in a chaste kiss. He wants to play with you but you are unable to hold yourself any longer. His eyes are too vicious for you to play along. You need him now and right away. You whine in a sigh against his mouth : « Touch me … » Namjoon looks at you for a few seconds with an intensity that almost makes your legs flinch. He starts to smile and pulls you against the shower’s wall, your skin slamming against the cold surface. You put your hands on the wall, a naughty smile on your mouth. Namjoon spanks you hard without a warning. You let out a little chuckle, quickly joined by Namjoon’s who hisses between his teeth as his big hand passes between your butt cheeks to grab your throbbing pussy. His boldness and dominance drives you crazy. You suggestively arch your back, your fingers clenching on themselves. Namjoon comes to spread your hair on the side to suck your neck, pulling your skin between his teeth to make you moan. You bite your lips with impatience when you hear a curse. You turn violently, realizing that this voice is not Namjoon’s voice. This is Yoongi’s voice. Namjoon startles and stands in front of you to hide your naked body, even if Yoongi is almost out, muttering « sorry ». Once you’re alone, you rest your head on the shower’s wall and groans with shame. Yoongi will never forget this moment of supreme embarrassment. How are you going to look at him in the eyes ? It’s so embarrassing that you just want to disappear… You frown when you don’t hear any reactions coming from your boyfriend. You’re about to turn around when you feel Namjoon’s hand around your throat, your back arched as he slides two fingers deep inside you.

Taehyung

It was an innocent idea. You just wanted to take an innocent little shower with your sweet boyfriend. You innocently wanted to wash his hair and play in the water with him. But when Tae saw the shower gel running between your breasts, Taehyung didn’t want to be innocent no more. He’s now against you, smirking, his hands wandering on your ass. You smile, knowing very well what he has in mind. Tae gently pushes you against the shower’s wall and begins to kiss your neck. Slowly, very slowly, his tongue rolls against your skin and his teeth sinks into your flesh. You groan softly, your fingers clenching on his waist. He sucks your sensitive skin, awakening the heat in your core. His other hand grabs one of your breast to squeeze it deliciously. His hands are magical and he intends to show it to you once again. His mouth leaves your neck to lick your earlobe. You’re shivering so much your legs can’t hold you anymore. Tae chuckles and passes his arm around your waist to hold you tight. You laugh softly, your forehead against his, and close your eyes when you feel his hand running through your body to end between your thighs. You sigh, your breathing mixed with Tae’s. His burning eyes observes each of your reactions as his fingers caresses you slowly, painfully slowly. They go everywhere, touching you where nobody touched you before. Taehyung slowly opens his mouth in a smirk as he rolls the tip of his fingers on your clit. He snorts as he watches your eyes roll behind your skull. Biting his tongue, he slightly increases the pressure while accelerating his movements. You  firmly cling to his shoulder, your other hand shaking on his chest. You can tell how wet you are just by the way his fingers slips so easily. You’re soaking wet. You sigh and raise your trembling hand to slip it in his wet hair while you put your mouth on his neck, sucking his sensitive skin just the way he likes. Taehyung lets a slight grunt out, tightening his embrace around your waist. He begins to slide his two fingers towards your entrance, taking your breath away. Suddenly, the door opens, making you both gasp. You violently turn your head towards it and jump even more when you see Jimin’s face. Jimin startles and screams as he immediately hides his eyes behind his hands, bursting with laughter. Tae doesn’t move, his hand still between your thighs, his arm holding you firmly against him, his eyes riveted on Jimin who can’t stop laughing, embarrassed as fuck while he slams the door behind him on his way out. Through the door, he starts shouting (without ceasing to laugh, tho) « I’M SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALONE ! I DIDN’T SEE YOU, OKAY ? SORRY TAE ! SORRY Y/N ! ». This idiot simply just informed the entire dorm that you & Tae were doing dirty things in the shower. You sigh of exasperation and Taehyung finally turns his eyes towards you, smiling stupidly. Seeing his dumb face, you start laughing. He doesn’t take long to follow you, embarrassed but finding it too funny not to laugh.

Jin

When Jin tells you he’s going to take a shower, all the attention you have to your book fades away to focus on the charming prospect of joining your boyfriend in the shower. Your smile must be fairly explicit as Jin grins. « I don’t know what you’re thinking about but forget it. All the boys are in the dorm and you’re always too loud. » You’re dying to reply that it’s HIM that’s always too loud but you hold it back. You want him too much to spoil everything. You get closer while he takes some clean clothes and hug him from behind, your arms around his waist. Jin smiles but sighs, his head slightly swung back. « Jagi, it’s useless… There’s no way you’ll come with me, okay? » Ten minutes later, you press your hands against the shower wall, holding a long moan as Jin increases the rhythm of his thrusts. His fingers are deeply embedded in your hips, promising you more bruises than before. He slightly slows down to kiss your shoulder and neck, his jerky breath against your wet skin making you shiver. When Jin moves away to thrust deeper and rougher, you arch your back more, feeling the delicious sensation of your breasts moving and shaking with each of his thrusts. Jin holds back his moans which turn into light grunts. The pressure becomes higher in your lower stomach. You have more and more trouble to breath. When you open your mouth to tell Jin you’re gonna cum, you hear his whisper « I… I’m close, babe… » You bite your lips and grab his hand on your hip, showing him that you’re also close to your high. Jin is about to speed up when Namjoon’s voice is heard behind the door. « Jin Hyung ? I need to take my… » The door opens, Namjoon looks at you and jumps violently as Jin begin to scream. You also scream, frightened by Jin’ scream, and Namjoon gets even more scared. He bumps into the cabinet hanging on the wall and drops all its content. Everything is smashed on the ground in an impressive crash while Namjoon desperately tries to catch them before they fall. In vain, of course. It’s even worse when he breaks the cabinet’s door. You & Jin look at him with your eyes wide open, as if hiding yourselves had become less important than the eternal distress of the God of destruction. You even feel sorry for Joonie. Apparently, Jin doesn’t share your compassion and starts shouting : « YAH ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE ! » Namjoon covers his eyes with his hand and rushes his way out, constantly repeating « I’m so sorry. » Once out, you hear him saying that he’s sorry again but this brief moment of despair is spoiled by Jungkook’s silly laugh who just understood what happened and doesn’t hesitate to make fun of his Hyung.

Hoseok

You enter the bathroom to brush your teeth before going to sleep. Hoseok is showering but he doesn’t mind if you’re here. Your eyes stops on Hobi’s reflexion in the mirror. Through the fog, you only see his back and his cute ass, but it’s enough to wake the butterflies in your lower stomach. As you wipe your mouth with the towel, Hoseok turns around to get the water on his chest again. He doesn’t look at you, focusing on what he’s doing. You turn around too, biting your lips as the view gets even better. His glowing honey skin, his toned chest and arms, his beautiful hands with his long fingers, his strong thighs, his tasty tummy… And his fucking amazing cock, just right in front of your eyes. God damn, you’re horny as fuck. You bite your lips even more and take off your top. It’s only when you get rid of you your shorts that Hoseok finally looks at you. You smirk at his questioning look and continue to strip. « What are you doing ? » You throw your panties away and open the shower cabin. Hoseok finally smiles, his eyes going down on your body like it was the first time he saw you. He pulls you against him and strokes your neck, the water running down your body, just between your boobs. Hoseok looks at them with his lower lip between his teeth. Hoseok presses you against him and kisses you slowly, increasing the tension between your bodies. His hands goes up to your breasts, his thumbs rubbing your nipples to make you sigh against his mouth. You feel his hardness growing against your thigh and you smirk, feeling the tingles in your lower stomach. Hoseok is now caressing your boobs with his strong hands, making you rub your thighs one against the other. You break the kiss and, your mouth still against his mouth, you turn off the water. You bite his lower lip and slowly kneel in front of him. His hand never leaves your hair, a playful smile on his lips. Hoseok is more than ready for your mouth. You lick your lips at the view of his erected member dressed in front of your eyes. You put your hands on his waist and get closer to kiss the skin just below his belly button. Hoseok strokes your hair, a shiver running down his spine. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door. Taehyung, his tired eyes almost closed, mumbles « I’m borrowing your tooth path, Hyung… » and gets in front of the mirror, ready to brush his teeth. You slowly straighten up, not knowing if you can even breath. Hoseok puts his arms around you and presses you against him, trying to hide your body, but mostly trying not to attract Tae’s attention. Obviously, you’re both suspicious as fuck. When Taehyung realizes he’s not hearing any water flowing, he looks at the shower cabin and opens his mouth, his eyes wide opens in shock. Nobody says a word, nobody makes a sound. Taehyung spits in the sink, his eyes still on you, then walks towards the door to get out of the bathroom. You don’t know how long you stay silent but Hoseok finally whispers « What the fuck just happened ? » You look at him, still a bit shocked by the fact that Tae just saw you naked. With Hoseok. In the fucking shower.

Yoongi

When you see Yoongi’s amused smile when you ask him if you can join him in the shower, you have a hard time hiding your mischievous smile. As you quickly undress in the bathroom, Yoongi gives you a serious look. « We don’t have time to do stupid things & the kids are all here. So let’s keep it quick, fluffy and cute, okay ? » You don’t say anything and just nod innocently, unable to promise anything. He comes in first and you follow him closely, closing the cabin’s door behind you. Yoongi takes the shower head and runs the warm water, starting to wet your shoulders as soon as it’s hot enough. You get closer to him, asking for a kiss that he offers you very willingly, his cute little smile making you melt. While he runs the water on him, you take the shower gel and the bath flower and start to lather everything. Yoongi turns around so you can wash his back. You giggle when you hear his little satisfied grunts and his little moves to show you where he wants you to go. Yoongi puts the shower head on his support and shivers when he feels the hot water slipping down his back. As you pass your hands over his shoulders and his arms, you lose yourself in the contemplation of his broad shoulders. You bite your lip, raising your eyes to look at his delicious neck. You press your body to his, your arms passing around his waist to hug him tight. You kiss his shoulder, licking the water’s drops that pearl on his skin. Yoongi sighs lightly, not realizing yet that you don’t intend to keep it cute. You stroke his chest, the moss flowing between your fingers, his wet skin slipping like silk. When you lower your hand and get closer to his cock, Yoongi startles and opens his mouth to protest. His words remain stuck in his throat when you begin to caress him gently. He’s not ready yet but you know how to get him horny in a few seconds. You lick his neck, moaning against his ear. Yoongi’s fingers clenches on your wrists, wanting to stop you and yet unable to do anything whenever your hands strokes him that way. It doesn’t take much time before his member gets fully erected, making you smirk against his shoulder. You bite him a bit harder than usual when you increase the pressure and begin to jerk him off, earning a long hiss from your boyfriend. « Stop… » You raise an eyebrow, slowing down the rhythm of your movements without releasing the pressure of your fingers around him. You whisper « What ? » against his ear before sliding your tongue along his neck and then his shoulder to finally kiss him just between his shoulder blades. You slide your hand to the tip of his member, spreading the precum so slowly that Yoongi groans. Your other hand grabs his balls while you ask again, a smirk on your lips : « What did you say, babe ? » Yoongi grips your wrist and lower his hand to mingle with your fingers. He whines « Faster » and you don’t waste time teasing him. You jerk him off fast and intensely, tearing soft moans from his pretty mouth. That’s when you hear the door open. You turn around, bodies still pressed to each other, seeing Jungkook who doesn’t stay more than three seconds in the bathroom, jumping as soon as he sees you. He closes the door behind him and shouts « Sorry, Suga Hyung ! » He stays in front of the door, his famous Jungshook face on. You’re so stunned that you don’t feel that Yoongi is turning around. You gasp when he make you arch your back with one hand while his leg pulls away yours. You cling to the wall, feeling his hands firmly grasping your hips. Yoongi thrusts softly but deeply, not seeming to be affected by Jungkook’s surprise visit.

Jimin

You enter the bathroom, quickly pulls out your clothes and enters the shower, in need to feel the warm water running on your skin. You run the water and start to wash yourself, closing your eyes when you smell the the sweet peachy fragrance of your shower gel. Suddenly, you hear a light noise, like a fabric when it falls to the ground, and quickly turn back. Your scream is stifled by Jimin’s hand. He sticks to you, completely naked and hard as wood. He smiles mischievously, waiting for your heart to calm down a bit. Once he’s sure you’re not going to make a noise, he pulls out his hand and bites his lip, putting his hands in the bottom of your back, pressing you even more against him. The water falls between you two, just where your breasts rub against his chest. Jimin makes you step back a bit and kisses you sensually, a playful smile on his mouth. You love it when he’s in this mood but this time you can be caught at any time… Jimin knows it, but you low-key think he loves it. With a small smile, he leans down to grab your nipple between his teeth, snatching a sigh from you. You cling to his shoulders, your head leaning back, feeling your arousal warming your lower abdomen. Jimin kneels down and looks up at you as he kisses your belly. You hold back a moan, pressing your thighs against each other. He has vice in his eyes and he knows very well that it drives you crazy. You put your hand through his wet hair, watching him spread your thighs to have full access to your dripping core. Jimin grips your butt, almost a little too hard, but he knows that you like it. You grin while biting your lip, encouraging him to continue. Without leaving your eyes, Jimin shamelessly sticks out his tongue and passes it very slowly against your slit. His fucking smirk… You sigh and clench your fingers in his hair, already in need for him to eat you feverishly. But you know Jimin likes to make you dripping wet before he starts to do anything to you. For the first time, you are mistaken. Big time. Without warning, he spreads your folds with his skilled tongue stroke and grab your clit with his plumped lips. You let go a very salty curse, arching your back under the effect of this sudden pleasure. Jimin places your leg on his shoulder, giving him a royal access to your burning pussy. His face disappears between your thighs to devour you like crazy, moaning as if you were the best dessert in the world. You have to press your hand against your mouth, tears rising to your eyes. What he does to you is not human. His tongue keeps constant pressure, causing waves of thrilling throughout your body, almost becoming vibrations that take your breath away. You moan louder, unable to hold you back, and then sees Jin enter the bathroom. You shout, much more louder, which makes Jin screams. He sees you two in the shower and starts screaming louder before slamming the door as he gets out. Jimin hides his face against your thigh, feeling more ashamed than ever. He begins to whine « Oh my God… Jin-Hyung saw us… » You stroke his hair, still in shock, but mostly frustrated. Jimin looks up at you as if he had read your thoughts and gently asks, his mischievous smile rising on his lips « Are you frustrated, Jagi ?» You don’t answer, knowing well that he knows the answer. In the end, it amuses him and makes him forget his shame to have been caught by his Hyung. He giggles and rolls his tongue against your clit, ready to make you cum in his mouth.

Jungkook

Even when the water begins to flow on your skin, you have a hard time emerging from sleep. Your eyes close on their own and you can’t concentrate very well on what you’re doing. You wet your face which wakes you a little more. You even start to softly sing as you wash yourself. As you rinse, you hear your boyfriend’ sleepy voice : « Y/N ? ». You call him quietly and smile when you see him close the door behind him. He remains motionless to look at you thought his mid-close eyes, arms along his body, his cute messy hair making you melt. You know he hates to wake up with you not being next to him, but you have a very important meeting and you didn’t want to wake up this little cutie. You don’t have time to tell him that you’re almost done, Jungkook begins to undress. You laugh as you watch him joins you, his eyes barely more open than before. You open your arms to pass them around his neck and smile when Jungkook sticks to you, his arms around your waist. He lets out a cute moan when the warm water flows against his back. You lay a series of kisses on his neck and shoulder, gathering satisfied grunts from him. You fingers wanders on his muscular body, enjoying the warmness of his skin. You feel his morning wood against your bare skin and smirk, getting kinda turned on. It’s crazy how this boy can get you horny, even when he hasn’t even fully woke up. Slowly, one of your hands goes down to grab his cock while you whisper in his ear : « Hello, baby boy… ». Jungkook chuckles so softly it’s like a breath and hisses when your fingers begin to slide on his length. Without you expecting it, Jungkook raises you up like a feather and thrusts into you so easily you gasp. You can’t hold a long moan against his ear, your legs wrapping around his waist. Jungkook rests his head on the crook of your neck, holding you firmly against him as he slowly fucks you. You don’t know where this morning strength comes from, but you couldn’t care less. You stroke his hair, moaning against his ear, just the way he likes it. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise, like someone choked, and you turn slowly. You barely have time to see Hoseok, with his hand on his heart and his messy hair, rushing out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. You grin and turn your gaze towards Jungkook who doesn’t seems to understand. « W-Whaaat…? » When you tell him that Hoseok has just caught you two fucking, he hides his head in your neck and whines : « Hyung will never forget it… Never… »

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Rated (SM) for slightly mature.


Seokjin 

After getting what you wanted by begging on your knees, literally, you didn’t even realize exactly what you did to this poor boy. Sure, you batting your eyelashes while speaking in a baby voice was nothing new - but doing that while on your knees was a different story. Jin was so conflicted, Taehyung had to shield his eyes to snap him out of his trance that you unintentionally put him under. 

“The things she does to me…” 

“Oh, no you don’t. You can screw her later, we gotta go.” 

Yoongi 

All you wanted was his attention, you didn’t intend on it going any further than just cuddling - you would’ve been fine with cuddling. You haven’t seen Yoongi all day, so when he was finally sitting still - why not take that opportunity to just snuggle and chill? The only problem was that, at the moment, he wasn’t in a snuggly mood. So you thought - why not get him into one? 

Plopping yourself in the empty spot right next to him on the couch, you made sure that he noticed you by snuggling up against his side, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. Opening one eye in annoyance, Yoongi made an attempt to push you off - not really wanting to be bothered at the moment - but failed miserably. It wasn’t until you started to softly kiss his neck did you practically stop his breathing altogether. 

“Oppa, I’ve missed you so much, don’t push me away~” You would coo softly while still buried in his neck, your warm breath sending a wave of chill bumps up and down his body. His lack of response - only because of your sudden closeness - seemed to be all the answer you needed. Huffing, you decide to just get up and go to bed - thinking the your attempt was a misfire. 

Only for him to yank you right back down, in his lap this time, eyes now open and piercing into yours. As he stared up at you, the new position he had you in allowed you to feel…everything.

“You must be out of your mind if you think I’m letting you walk away after giving me this, jagi.”

“B-But, that’s not what I meant to-”

“Bullshit. Bedroom. Now.” 

Namjoon

You tried aegyo, after receiving advice from a friend that it would definitely get your man do whatever you pleased. Sure, they were right in the end…it just wasn’t the kind of reaction you expected him to give. 

“Namjoon, I didn’t mean it like this, I-I was trying to be cute!” You avoided eye contact as your boyfriend lowered his head to one of his favorite spots on your body, peppering the area with kitten licks as you fought to hold in your sounds. 

“Doesn’t matter what you were trying to do, baby. It turned me on, and now you gotta pay the price for it.” He would reply, tugging your closer by your thighs, squeezing the flesh as warning to look him in the eye. Once you did, a small smirk would creep up his face until a single dimple was visible. You were in for a long night.

After that, you either thanked your friend or strangled them.¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hoseok 

It wasn’t your fault, you were merely trying to make him feel better. In a way, you did, but not in the way he expected at the moment. He was feeling kind of down, beating himself up on the mistakes that he made during their performance. You, being the awesome girlfriend you were, told him that there was barely any that was made - that his stage presence was fantastic. But, no matter what you said, his smile still didn’t have its usual brightness. 

Thinking it over for a second and reviewing over how he would cheer you up, an idea spontaneously popped into your head as you made you way back over to where he sat under the dark rain cloud that hovered above his head. 

“Jagi, I know you mean well, but I just really wanna be left alo-oh!” He would exclaim mid-sentence as you wrapped your arms around his head and pulled him into your chest. Whenever he would hug you like that, it would always make you laugh at how awkward and uncomfortable the position was, immediately bringing you out of your funky mood. 

The only flaw in your plan was…Hoseok didn’t have boobs. But, you did. And right now you’re practically shoving them in his face. When you eventually pulled away to see if it made him feel any better, you were somewhat disappointed to see his face now scrunched up in displeasure. 

“Great. Now I’m sad and horny. Thanks a lot.” 

Jimin 

You were modeling a new dress for him that you had just bought. It was nothing fancy, nothing too out there, just a cute little sun dress in his favorite color. You bought it to wear for when you meet his family, wanting the first impression to be good - so you asked for his opinion. Jimin sat on the bed, waiting patiently as you changed in the bathroom, coaching you through the door. 

“Baby, whatever it is, you’ll look amazing in it! They won’t care, I love you - so they’ll love you, too!” 

“I just want to look like wife-material, that’s all!” You replied on the other side. Shaking his head slowly, he lets out a small chuckle before speaking under his breath. 

“You already do, everyday.” Almost blushing at his own greasy comment, the small sound of the bathroom door opening was enough to draw his attention. His jaw nearly hit the floor as you shyly strut into view - already fidgeting with the hem of the dress. 

“I-Is it too short? I feel like it is, just a little - do you like the color? Is the color okay, does it clash with my skin? It is a good color on me?” Question after question would spew from your mouth as you kept trying to find anything and everything that could be wrong with the dress. Jimin on the other hand was in his own little world as he stared at the woman before him in awe. Wow, you were really all his. All his, no one else’s. Now that you’ve put ‘wife-material’ in his head, it was all he could think about.

Park Y/n. Mrs. Park Y/n. The more he thought about it, the more it strangely aroused him. The thought of you in a wedding dress, taking his last name, baring his children - your honeymoon. The way you twirled in your sun dress was icing on the cake, you were gorgeous without even trying. Realizing that you were still rambling about the outfit, Jimin let out a soft ‘Yah,’ successfully getting you to stop talking and look at him with curiosity. 

“Regardless if you hate the dress or not, it’s gonna end up on the floor after the dinner, anyway.” 

Taehyung 

Wouldn’t know what to do honestly. You had put on cat ears for the hell of it, and wore them around the house. Sneaking up behind Taehyung, you caught him off guard by purring in his ear, your arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind as you practically started to grind your lower half against his. Standing still in bewilderment, not having a clue on what you were doing, he decided to just wait it out and see how this ends. 

Pulling away from him with a small lick to his cheek, you scurry away while making tiny meow sounds, leaving poor Tae to stand in the kitchen in confusion. 

“What tf just happened and why am I turned on??”  

Jungkook 

“ I AM CONFUSION. YOU WERE ONLY BEING CUTE BUT NOW I’M AROUSED. AMERICA EXPLAIN.” 

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That’s A No

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Harry Hook

Word Count: 1,117

Warning(s): Fluff

‘’I want you.’’

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Not Just Friends || Jughead Jones

Request: ‘Jughead x Reader where he has a wet dream and then when he confronts the reader it gets steamy?’ -by Anon

A/N: I am sinning again but hey, I kind of like how this turned out. Feel free to request more and tell me any details you guys want so I can make it more like what you wanted!

Warnings: smut, sin, and swearing

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.

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Hips grinding into the sheets, groan, tug, repeat. Jughead didn’t dream to begin with, especially not about fucking. In the dream he snapped his hips against yours, kissing your neck and moaning into your ear, hands tangled in your hair.

In reality his face was pressed against his pillow, hips stuttering against his mattress, and the hands that he thought were in your hair, were gripping the bed roughly, tugging lightly with each groan that passed his lips.

This went on for a few minutes, moans becoming louder and more frequent, hips stuttering more often, movements getting sloppier as his body came closer to finishing.

His eyes snapped open as his hips ground forward, orgasm flowing through him as he moved his hips a bit more lightly, riding out the orgasm with a low groan into his pillow.

Lazily rolling onto his back, he sighed as he rubbed his face, tired eyes scanning the room that wasn’t actually yours. Checking the time he groaned, for once thankful that he lived alone at the drive-in, no embarrassing conversations about why he was groaning so sexually, so early in the morning.

He changed and did his usual morning routine, making sure he was ready for school and trying to forget about the shameful, sexual dream he had. However, upon arriving at the school and quickly seeing you approaching, he realized it would be nearly impossible to forget.

Biting his lip, he quickly dismissed the thought, ‘she’s your best friend, Jug. Don’t screw it up’ he groaned mentally at his conscious, forcing a smile on as you finally reached him.

A smirk quickly took over your face, “you’re making that face that you always make when you’re thinking way too hard, Jug. You realize it’s gonna give you wrinkles, right?” you said teasingly, causing the beanie wearing boy to roll his eyes, failing to hide a smile.

Wrapping an arm around you, he mumbled a brief “you know me so well” before yawning. From the corner of his eye he saw you shake your head, “did you sleep less than usual too? I bet you stayed up writing about Jason again, or maybe you were thinking about how in love with me you are” you said with a nudge, and the boy stiffened for a moment.

Quickly realizing you were joking he moved his arm that was around your shoulders, shoving it in his pocket instead as he laughed, “totally, I couldn’t stop imagining us, together riding off into the sunset like some bad romance movie” he retaliated, lips curling into a fond smile as you rolled your eyes, gasping overdramatically.

The moment was ruined as the familiar sound of the bell ringing echoed through the halls, causing your eyes to widen as you ran to your next class, shouting a rushed “we’ll talk later!” as you did.

The raven haired boy walked to his class, mind racing as he began to stress over what he should do about his dream. Most of the day was spent like this, going back and forth between his options, to tell you about how he felt and the dream, or to hide it and pine after you silently and desperately.

By the end of the day you had realized the boy was thinking, but you didn’t know about what, and didn’t want to interrupt his thoughts. To say you were surprised when he lead you to his ‘home’ at the drive-in, claiming he had to tell you something important,  was an understatement.

Deciding not to express your shock, you leaned against the wall and watched him carefully as he paced. Just as you were about to speak he raised a hand, “Don’t say anything, not one thing. I need to let this out right now before I decide to chicken out of it” he sighed, lifting his gaze to meet yours anxiously.

Concern flooded your being, and you nodded quickly as he began to speak, “I like you, I really like you- hell I love you, (Y/N). I have to tell you this because we’re best friends, and I had this really weird dream that you should not have about your best friend. You definitely don’t have to return the feelings but please just don’t-” his rambling was cut off as you kissed him roughly.

His hands immediately gripped your hips and he almost moaned at the satisfaction of kissing you. Meanwhile you tugged off his hat, letting your hands tangle in his hair, head tilting and deepening the kiss.

In no time the boy picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you got shoved against the closest wall roughly, hips bucking forward seeking friction. Both of you kissed each other sloppily, your hands yanked off his shirt, tossing it in the same direction his hat went, while his groped your breasts, moving to tug your shirt off afterwards as well.

Your hands ran along his chest, “Jug, bed” you managed to mumble between messy kisses, said boy obediently moving the steamy session to his bed, laying you down and crawling over you, immediately grinding down again for even more friction.

He groaned lowly, unclipping your bra and tossing it in a random direction, and you took the opportunity to flip your position, Jughead now underneath you, panting with half-lidded eyes.

Grinning, you straddled him and kissed along his neck, sucking lightly until you heard a high moan. You quickly abused the spot, sucking harshly and nipping at it, feeling Jughead’s hands gripping your hips roughly as he groaned and panted heavily, pants becoming noticeably tighter.

Feeling the hardness against your thigh, you smirked mischievously as you slowly lowered yourself, undoing his pants and taking them off, mouthing and jacking his member lightly, causing his pants and groans to become more frequent.

Before you could get too far, he put a hand on your shoulder, “Not this time” he mumbled lazily, smirking as he flipped you again, taking off whatever clothing you had left, doing the same to himself and kissing you roughly, teasing you as he slowly inched into you.

A sexually frustrated groan tumbled from your lips as you tried to push yourself onto him, his hands preventing you from doing so. After a few moments he got rather impatient, deciding to save the teasing for another time as he fully entered you, groaning at the new feeling, you doing the same.

He quickly snapped his hips against yours a few times, one of your hands tangling in his hair while the other went to the back of his neck. One of his hands moved to support himself so he wouldn’t fall onto you, his other one groping you once more.

You groaned loudly, panting heavily and letting your eyes squeeze shut as you bucked involuntarily, causing a similar but lower groan to leave the boys lips. He bit his lip and continued moving his hips, head falling into your neck as he kissed and sucked at it, pausing occasionally as he panted heavily.

Toes curling at the feeling, your head tilted back and you bit your lip, “Jug, pick up the pace” you muttered into his ear, moaning as he did as told, smirking into your neck before grunting as he felt himself get closer to the edge.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to get a better angle and you lost it as he hit your g-spot, moaning obscenely and more frequently. It didn’t take long for Jughead to speed up even more as he realized what happened, moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him slightly.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach, “Jug, don’t stop because ‘m gonna cum” you panted, knot snapping as white flooded your vision, all your senses stopping for a moment.

Jughead grunted a few times as he felt himself cum, riding out his orgasm and thrusting into you a few more times, causing you to whine at the overstimulation. He pulled out after a moment, eyes opening as he flopped down onto his bed next to you, your own eyes opening again as well.

You heard a sigh next to you, head turning to see Jughead smiling to himself dreamily, “hey, Jug you look more insane than happy” you teased, “better than the dream?” you added with a raised brow, causing the boy to snort quietly, “way better” he whispered, turning to you and kissing you gently.

Wrapping his arms around you, he shut his eyes again, dozing off. You smiled at his sleeping figure, dozing off yourself, thinking about what the next day would have in store for you and your dark haired companion.

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.4

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

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“You’re a mistake! You should have never even been born!” the group of nine-year old’s like yourself, taunted you.

You were mindlessly walking outside during recess, until a group of kids from your class cornered you. They formed a circle around you, deciding to remind you of what kind of blasphemy you were.

“Just leave me alone!” you screeched back at them, just wanting to distance yourself. You tried to leave, but there was no escape, as they would just push you back into the middle of the circle.

“Where are you going you little bitch?” a boy who was a bit taller than you mocks.

When you glare at him to try to push past, he shoves you roughly back, making you fall on the cold cement. You cringe when you skid against the ground, layers of skin from your elbows and hands being ripped off.

Each of them laugh at you, as you just sit still on the ground, not daring to look up at them. Why did this always have to happen to you?

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tis-better-to-reign-in-hell  asked:

I know the mainstay of your advice on such matters is basically to stop saying your life sucks and make your life look like what you need it to look like in order to be content with it, but what if a disability means I can never make my life look like what I need it to? What if I've spent years putting every effort into making myself happy with what I've got and fail every time? If I can't be happy in the position I'm in, and there's no way to get out, is suicide a valid option then? (3/4)

[cont’d] I simply cannot grow old counting all the things I cannot have, and I cannot make myself content with the things I do have and I am so tired of grieving what I’ve lost and missed out on. Help. (4/4)

Dear tis-better-to-reign-in-hell,

For starters, suicide is never the better option, full stop. Whatever is on the other side, I would rather have you on this side until you absolutely can’t be. Can we make a deal about that? Your story isn’t done yet.

When I was a kid, I didn’t want to be a writer, or a musician, or an artist. I was interested in all of those things as hobbies, but I had one concrete dream that burned so fast and so hard that it had to be a goal. Yes, it was competitive, and yes, it was difficult, but I liked both of those things about it. 

I wanted to be a fighter pilot.

I’ll let that sit in everyone’s minds for a moment now, and you can feel free to laugh at me if you want, because I don’t mind, I’m ridiculous. (joke: how do you know if there’s a pilot at your party? answer: they’ll tell you)(I should have been a pilot)

So I daydreamed and planned out this life for myself, and then, suddenly, my eye sight started to go. Not a little bit, like, oh dear child we should get you some spectacles. But like, um, let’s warn this child of the warning signs of imminent blindness. I went from whatever eyeballs are supposed to be to legally blind without correction in just a few years. I have a prescription that makes every new eye doctor scoot their chair back from the desk a little. If it gets any worse, they don’t make my sort of contact lenses for it anymore. 

My eyes, they’re not very good at being eyes.

For the longest time, I kept that calendar where I wrote down THE GREAT ANNAPOLIS LET DOWN the day I came back from the eye doctor with a prescription officially too bad to ever fly jets. 

You may have noticed that I am not a fighter pilot.

Yeah, I was crushed. Yeah, it was non negotiable. My body was and is never going to be able to fly jets. But that doesn’t mean I can’t find something that makes me feel the way flying jets was going to make me feel. I don’t mean in a “I’m traveling at 500 mph yay” way. I mean, what was it about flying jets that pleased me? Not on the surface. Deep down. What is flying jets a metaphor for? What does it mean to me?

For me it was about speed, of course, but it was also about usurping my way into a man’s world, and it was about feeling like I had a job that moved as fast as it possibly could, demanding all of my mental resources, and it was also about looking cool in aviator sunglasses.

I found a life that did that that didn’t have anything to do with flying a jet. It took awhile to get there, and I suffered from a significant failure of imagination when I first got dealt that blow of blindness. I don’t know what your disability is, but I believe in your imagination to find you a life that feels the same way as the one you want now. 

And when you figure it out, shoot me a letter and let me know you got there. Remember that we have a deal.

urs,

Stiefvater  

Dirty Dancing

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Hoseok (J-Hope)

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Word Count: 5,242

Summary:  It’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. Your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, Hoseok. If only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.

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Freckles, Flaws, and First Steps

Wow my title isn’t one word for once. This is a one-shot for the below prompt from @alexandrbello which I got a while ago. Sorry for just posting this now, my life has been w i l d. Hopefully you guys are glad to see some writing!

AU where lance had freckles but is ashamed of them so he hides them and then he runs out of whatever he covered himself with and anxiety, then keith comfort and klance, lots of klance please, thanks

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Lance had always been an outdoorsy kid.

It wasn’t surprising, considering how close his house was to the beach. Growing up, the ocean was practically part of his backyard.

No matter what, if Lance wasn’t at school or doing any number of chores, he could be found at the beach. Rain or shine, night and day, whatever the circumstance, no one could stand between him and the shore.

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12 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 5,987

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence, torture, death, light smut

Originally posted by younas

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Disobey

Request: If your doing requests I have a Steve thing that came into mind. It’s pretty much just smut, inspired by lyrics from the song ‘tied down - James young’. Specifically “So please can I be selfish with your body, cause I don’t think I can share you with nobody” and “When I have you, I’m gonna brand you with my lips, so all of the world will know that your mine now”. -however you want it is fine with me :) -also sorry for bothering you :E I just couldn’t resist 

Words: 3,973

A/N: Smut warning. I also haven’t had the chance to edit I’m sorry

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

“Y/N!” You ignored Steve yelling at you through the earpiece. Grabbing the gun off one of the Hydra agents, you checked to make sure there were enough bullets to get through the next hallway. Four bullets.

“Y/N there are too many agents in that room, forget the extra intel we got what we needed,” Steve spoke through sternly again. You ignored him once again, holding the gun up, finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any given moment.

“Sorry Cap, we can’t just walk away when we know there’s more information that we could use.” You whispered through the earpiece. You rounded the corner, gun aimed high, shooting once, effectively taking out two Hydra agents that were rounding the corner together. One would think not to walk right behind the other.

“Y/N. Get out of there and start heading for the Quinjet. Now.” You rolled your eyes. You continued making turned until you found the door that led to the information you were looking for. You jiggled the doorknob, hoping that there was a small chance that it wasn’t going to be locked. You backed away from the door, contemplating whether or not you were going to shoot the lock and fight however many people were in there with two bullets or walk away like you were told. You raised your gun, thinking to hell with it, before shooting the lock once and kicking the door open, gun still raised. To your surprise, the room was empty. You rushed to one of the computers, inserting a flash drive before hurriedly tapping away on the computer.

“I thought I told you to go to the Quinjet.” You turned around, holding the gun up out of instinct, caught off guard by how quiet Steve had been. There were deep frown lines on the edges of his mouth, his usual bright baby blues that typically reminded you of the sky on a sunny day were now a dark navy blue that reminded you of the deepest edges of the ocean. You swallowed, the tension in the room growing thick. Your heartbeat rose, waiting for him to yell at you. You watched as he tightened and untightened his jaw, something you know he did when he was annoyed. His broad chest rose and fell so lightly that if you hadn’t been studying him so closely you would think that he wasn’t breathing. His hands were in fists, knuckles white that you could only imagine were from how hard he was digging his nails into his palm. You didn’t know what to say.

You heard the computer beeping, you turned your attention from the very angry looking super soldier to the Hydra computer. You read the big green letters that popped on the screen.

Transfer complete

You let yourself smile a little bit, ejecting the flash drive before turning around to face Steve again. His eyes kept burning holes into you.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me or are we going to head back to the Quinjet?” You asked, praying to whoever was listening that didn’t sound as snappy as it sounded. He turned around stalking out of the room cautiously.

You trailed behind him, looking behind you to see one agent rounding the corner. You raised your gun and shot them in the arms, not lethal but definitely enough to knock them out. You looked forward again, hearing grunts and punches landing. You rounded the corner, hoping that it wasn’t Steve who was receiving such painful sounding punches. You felt your body relax when he saw that he had taken out six agents. He may have been a good fighter but he wasn’t perfect. When he turned around he avoided eye contact, but you saw the gash on his right shoulder. He kicked his foot down, causing the shield to fly up and allowing his arm to grab it before ordering you to follow him.

You started to move but one of the agents that were lying on the ground cocked his gun and aimed it at you. You froze, staring at his bloodied mouth curl up, watching his finger move slowly towards the trigger before hearing him fire. You closed your eyes and flinched, waiting to feel the bullet pierce through your skin. You opened one eye, looking at the wall to your right and seeing a very familiar shield wedged into the wall. You looked over to where the agent was lying, seeing him shot dead. Steve was at the other end of the hallway, eyes trained on the agent, a gun pointed at the dead body. You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, tears pricking your eyes. You swallowed again, blinking away the tears. You grabbed the shield, following him out of the building.

You raced to get on the plane, feeling it begin to take off once the both of you were on it. Steve had his back to you. You looked down to see the shield in your hands. Your fingers traced over the scratch marks and a fresh bullet mark on it. The black spot was warm, it caused a cold shiver to travel up your spine, thinking about what could have happened if the shield wasn’t there. If Steve wasn’t there. You turned and started walking deeper into the plane, looking for Steve. You saw Natasha and Agent Hill by Tony who was flying the plane. You kept walking towards the emergency medical wing, spotting Steve going through the cabinets in the room. You knocked gently on the door, catching his attention. He opened the door, looking at you silently before his eyes trailed to his shield. You handed him his beloved armor.

“Thank you.” You said quietly. You looked up at him again and saw that his fingers were tracing the same bullet mark that you were minutes ago.

“You’re not coming on our next mission.”  He said harshly, catching you by surprise. You blinked a few times, processing the words that just came out of his mouth.

“What?” You asked, more to yourself than him.

“You’re off the next mission.” He turned around again, setting the shield down by the door, looking through the drawers.

“You can’t do that!” You argued, angry that he thought he could control you and tell you what to do. He ignored your protest, eyes scanning the labels on the many bottles he had taken out.

“I’m going on the next mission whether you liked it or not. There is no reason for me to be taken off of it.” At your words Steve snapped his head towards you, standing up to his full height.

“You’re off the next three missions.”

“You can’t do that!” You exclaimed again, throwing your hands up in anger.

“I just did.” He muttered, pushing past you. You followed behind him, refusing to let this go by.

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Rainy Mornings || Sebastian Stan

Relationship: Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary: Rainy mornings and a needy Sebastian.

Warnings: Smut (18+)

Word Count: 977 words

A/N: it’s raining cats and dogs here and i just 


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What I want Daddy to do to me

I want him to push me up against the wall, my cheekbones and breasts pressed into said wall painfully from the force of his body. I want him to grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head to the side and expose the soft flesh where my shoulder meets my neck and I want him to sink his teeth into my flesh with such force that he draws blood and the imprint is left there for days.

I want him to spit into his hand and stroke the tight little hole no one has ever touched before, using his saliva to make fucking my ass easier for him. I want him to start pushing his cock in with no warning, and to meet any act of resistance from me with roughness, sharp words, name calling, things that tell me my full and complete surrender to whatever he wants to do to me is my only option. I want him to remind me of the advantage his size gives him, that he’s both bigger and stronger than me and can make me do whatever he wants and make me fully awareI have no say in what he does to me.

I want him to call me a little slut when he buries the full length of his cock in my ass, and to laugh at whatever cries of pain that come from me when he starts to fuck me. I want him to yank my hair so hard while he does this that tears come to my eyes. If I cry out that he’s hurting me, I want him to say “good” and do whatever he’s doing to me harder, more roughly. I want him to use the hand that isn’t tangled in my hair and wrap it around my neck, squeezing so tightly I can’t breathe, ignoring any plea for him to stop. I want him to choke me until I’m on the verge of blacking out, and then I want him to suddenly let go.

I don’t want him to wait for me to be able to breathe again. I want him to force me down onto my knees as soon as he releases my neck, and I want him to ram his cock into the back of my throat. I know I won’t be able to take the whole thing, not even close. I know I’ll choke, I know I’ll gag, I know I’ll inevitably throw up. And every time I do, I want him to slap me and tell me I need to learn to take all of him, and slap me again each time I choke. I want him to keep fucking my throat as hard as he can, both hands in my hair, holding my head captive to whatever he wants to do to my mouth, I want him to command me to look at him so he can see the tears in my eyes. I want him to call me a dirty little whore and mock me for not being able to take the entirety of his cock, and for him to spit on me in disgust at my inability.

I want him to pull me up and tell me because I can’t take it, he has to finish some other way. And I want him to push me back up against the wall, drive his cock back into my ass, hard, and laugh when I start to sob at how much pain it causes me. I want him to fuck me as hard as he can, one hand on my throat and the other holding my hip to steady my body so he can fuck my hole while he calls me dirty names and tells me he owns me and all I am is something for him to use as he pleases, until he finishes in my ass. And after, I want him to grab my hair, yank my head around and force me to look him in the eyes. I want him to ask me, “What do you say?”

I’ll tell him, “Thank you, Daddy.” in a voice made hoarse by pain and tears.

And after I tell him that I want him to lean in and whisper, “That’s my good girl.” in my ear.

I Thought We Already Weren’t (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: anonymous asked:
Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 2,413 (sorry, got carried away again)

Warnings: Angst

A/N: heyyy more angst! sorry this is quite late, but I finally figured out how I wanted this imagine to go. I did try to shorten it a bit since it is quite long, but I guess this is as short as it’s gonna get 😂 hope you like it, anon! ❤️❤️

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“(Y/N)!” your name carried through the halls above the chatter of the student body. Eyebrows furrowed, you jerked your head out from your locker to see who was beckoning. You spotted Peter’s dark curls bobbing amongst the crowd towards you.

“(Y/N),” Peter gasped. He leant against the locker next to yours, breathing heavily.

You raised your brows in amusement. “Yes?” you asked, curious as to what would motivate Peter to run.

Peter swallowed, “I need your help.”

“With what?” you turned back to your locker to shove your math textbook inside and grab your jacket.

“Ummm… well… it’s about…” he lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper and leaned closer. “It’s about Liz.”

You tilted your head away from him slightly to hide the anguish that quickly flashed on your face. “What about Liz?” you tried to keep your voice steady and calm. A difficult feat, as you felt a pit drag your stomach and your breath catch high in your throat.

“I—I uh—well—I have a date with her,” he stammered

“What?!” you exclaimed, shocked. “Wow, Peter!” You tried to shove out any tone of sadness in your voice. You knew how much courage it must’ve taken this nervous but excited and eager romantic buzzing next to you.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Did you just ask her?” you guessed.

“Yeah. Yeah I did,” his ecstatic state quickly turned into a more panicked one. “But I need your help. I have no idea what to do!”

“For the date?”

“Yeah!” Shutting your locker, you swung your jacket over your shoulder and headed for the school doors. Peter bounded after you. “Please, (Y/N)!” he pleaded.

You shoved the doors open, “Why aren’t you asking Liz, though? Isn’t the date with her?” You worried that that might’ve been a bit forward in revealing your subtle bitterness.

“Well, yeah but I—I wanted to surprise her. And I can’t ask Ned ‘cause I don’t wanna mess this up, I mean no offense to him, but you know—(Y/N), you’re my only other friend who can help me!” Your stomach twisted at that word. Friend.

“When is it?”

“Friday.”

You sighed, conflicted yet sympathetic. Here he was, the best friend you had slowly but undoubtedly fallen for, asking for your help with someone else. Of course you were jealous. Of course you were dejected and feeling a bit betrayed. But of course you were going to help him. Because, dammit, you were proud and happy for him, too.

After two years of daydreaming, confiding, and awkwardly trying, he had finally gotten courage and motivation to do something about it. You saw how he lit up when she merely looked his way, how he melted whenever she said something nice to him, how jittery and nervous he got whenever he was within a ten food radius of her. You weren’t about to take that away from him just because of your unrequited feelings; because before he was ever your crush, he was your best friend.

“Okay,” you replied. Hope and relief immediately washed out all desperation on Peter’s face. You couldn’t help but smile a bittersweet smile.  

“Really?!” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” you cheerfully affirmed. “Just, uh, come over later tonight so we can think of some ideas.”

“Thank you! Really, (Y/N), thank you so much!” Peter squeezed you in a tight hug that you half heartedly returned. He suddenly pulled away and reached for his phone. You already knew what it most likely meant, so you started past him.

“I’ll see you around seven?” you called back. Peter was already running the opposite direction.

“Uh yeah! Seven’s good!”


Groaning, you got up from your chair and stretched your arms above your head. How could simple chemistry equations somehow make your entire body ache?

You were about to plop back into your chair when a tapping came from your window. Glancing at the clock that read ten minutes past eight, you trudged over, unlocked it, and slid it up.

“Sorry I’m late; some nut job decided tonight was a good night to rob a jewelry shop.”

“Hm,” you nodded as you headed to your desk. Peter stumbled through the window, leaving it open for a quick getaway.

“Your folks home?”

“Nah,” you shrugged. “Both have meetings.”

Peter slipped his backpack off and slumped onto your bed. “So,” he rested his elbows on his knees, “Any ideas?”

You swiveled your chair around. “Not really,” you confessed. “Nothing’s really come to mind.”

Peter hung his head down, groaning, “What am I gonna do?”

“So… okay then. What do you want to do?” you inquired.

“I dunno! I was thinking maybe just dinner and a movie? Chill, not to much fancy expensive stuff…”

“No, no don’t do that. That’s typical, not surprising at all.”

“Ugh,” he muttered. “Has she ever said anything about like what her ideal date would be?”

“Don’t think so…” you racked your brain. You didn’t know Liz too well. Sure you’d shared some classes with her these past two years and had gotten to know her well enough. But you weren’t the best friend she’d confide to about relationships and dating. You also weren’t going to give up your ideal date for Peter to create for someone else.

You both sat in silence, thinking. There was a slight tension in the room that you both could sense, but it was hardly enough to make the setting awkward. You’d also never let it get to that point either.

“I know she likes picnics…” you offered. “Maybe you could get takeout from her favorite place and take her on a picnic somewhere?”

“Oh yeah…” Peter sat up. “That sounds cool!”

“And it’s not super expensive.”

“But do it kind of late-ish,” you added. “And maybe on the roof of a high building. So it’ll be darker and better for star gazing. Liz loves stars.”

“Yeah… yeah, yeah! That’s great; that’s awesome! Oh, okay okay! I got it,” Peter leapt up from your bed and raced over to embrace you once again. “Thank you, so much, (Y/N)! Thanks for being such a great friend and—and helping me and WOOH!” he whooped as he skipped to grab his bag. “I’m gonna go scope out some places…”

As he squeezed through the window you chuckled, “Okay…” That nagging feeling began to creep up on you, and you put your head in your hands. You knew the petty thoughts would begin to fill your mind soon.

You knew you shouldn’t feel jealous. You knew there was nothing you could do to change his mind. But you couldn’t stop it. You were mad at yourself for believing you could ever compete with a girl like Liz Allen. You hated having these feelings of envy and betrayal, because you knew they were futile. It was pointless; this was only going to make you feel even worse.

Okay, you told yourself. Calm down, stop thinking like that. Just be happy that he finally got his chance with Liz. Repeating this over and over didn’t help. Okay… Maybe the date will go bad— NO! No, God, why even think like that?! Okay, maybe the date will be okay but Peter will figure out he doesn’t really like her? Ugh why am I LIKE this?! You felt completely horrible when you realized you actually found solace in that last thought. Deciding you needed to just distract yourself before you could torment yourself any further, you turned back to your notebook with a sigh.


Four weeks and five dates later, wherever you saw Peter, there was Liz. Your one solace, your one hope had fallen through. Peter had begun to hang with you and Ned less and less as the weeks went by. His spontaneous midnight visits had stopped altogether, and sometimes wouldn’t even answer your texts for a good few days.

Distractions were helping less and less as well. No matter how many songs you blasted in your ear, or how many fanfics you poured over each night, or late night calls with Ned about any movie you two could find; the envy kept gnawing away at you. But poor sweet Ned. You finally broke and confided to him; keeping it in was just too much. And try as he might to help you try to get over it and keep you distracted and happy, you both knew nothing was enough.

It also didn’t help that Liz would often come to Peter when he was at his locker. Right next to yours. Even though they tried to keep their voices down to small murmurs, you could hear every sickening and sappy word pouring from their mouths.

“God, I think I love you.”

You froze, gripping the textbook as if it were your composure. That phrase had managed to slip through all the ambient noise and ruckus echoing through the hallway and reach your ears. How many times had you wished to hear those words from him, only for them to be meant for someone else?

Well you certainly didn’t hear much after that. You didn’t hear Liz’s reply, or Ned’s greeting, or your locker slam. The only thing that your ears registered was your booming heartbeat. You felt your whole body heat up, searing with anger and jealousy. You wandered away from your locker, away from them. Meandering through the crowd of students, you couldn’t think of where to go or what to do.

An obnoxious voice broke through the pulsing in your ear.

“Hurry up, move it, (Y/N)!” Flash complained as he breezed past you. “What’re you waiting for? Your imaginary boyfriend to become real?” he jeered.

A sudden drive and confidence took over you, fueled by the anger and jealousy coursing through your veins. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to make Peter hurt. Hurt like you were. And you knew just how to do it.

“Well that’s up to you, Flash!” you called. Flash whipped around, confused. It morphed into amused as you jogged over to him.

“What do you mean?” he crossed his arms.

“Pick me up, my place, Friday at seven,” you challenged. Flash’s face dropped into bewilderment. “Wear something nice,” you added, brushing past. “I expect to be wowed.” As you pushed open the school doors, smirking, you could perfectly hear the shock that rippled through the silence of the hallway. This was certainly one way to get over it.


*tap tap tap*

You startled up from your chair, not sure if you had really heard it. You went over to your window and opened the blinds revealing the red and blue figure. Sliding it open, you leaned out on your elbows, blocking him from coming in but opening yourself to conversation.

“Hey,” Peter breathed.

“Hey.”

He shuffled anxiously, tugging at the mask in his hands, “Can I talk to you?”

You shrugged, “I’m listening.”

“Why—” Peter took a deep breath. “Why’d you ask out Flash?” he timidly asked.

You stiffened. “Because.” Guilt started to take the place of resentment in your gut, but you shoved it away. You could tell he was concerned about you doing something so out of character and ridiculous on all accounts. However you refused to sway from your choice. You weren’t going to to back to sitting around moping about how he was with Liz.

“Because why?” he demanded.

“Because I can and I did.”

“But when were you interested in Flash?”

“When was it your business?”

“Since you’re my friend!”

You scoffed, hurt. “Am I?”

Peter squinted at you, “Y-Yeah. Wh—Why do you have to ask?”

“‘Cause it doesn’t feel like I’ve been!” you cried. The rest of your anger was spilling out, but with a different tone this time. This wasn’t a revenge thing or a spur of the moment vent-all-your-feelings session. This was everything that was buried deep, everything that wasn’t revealed to Ned, everything that really hurt.

“You’ve constantly ditched on stuff ‘cause you’d rather go to something else with Liz! You’ve left me and Ned hanging countless times. If it was because of Spiderman stuff, then I’d be more understanding, but it isn’t. You’ve just replaced your true friends with the girl you’ve been oogling for years!” your voice rose several octaves. “You never reply when we text, and you never answer when I need you or even when Ned does! So no, Peter, it doesn’t feel like I’m your friend anymore.”

Neither of you moved, too stunned by the words floating in the thick tension between you.

“So this is a jealousy thing.”

“What?!” you screeched. “That literally has nothing to do with what I just said—”

“No! No no no, it does!” Peter retorted. “You’re jealous because I’m spending more time with her, I get it—”

“No. You don’t.”

“No, I do! Look, I’m sorry if I’m not spending every waking moment with you guys like I used to, but it doesn’t mean we’re not friends anymore.”

“NO!” you cried. “No, Peter! It’s not because we’re not hanging out as much, it’s because we’re not hanging out at all. You’re always so distant with us now and you ignore us and—”

“I don’t ignore you guys!”

“Uh, yeah you do—”

“If I did, then I wouldn’t know that you asked Flash out, and I wouldn’t be here asking why the hell you’d ever do that!”

“Again, what the hell does it matter to you?!”

“He’s a douche!” Peter flailed his arms. “He’s an arrogant, spoiled asshole who’s so insecure that he goes around teasing people. He even teases you, (Y/N)! And you asked him out?!” He howled. Peter took a step towards your window, and you withdrew a little. “He doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N), and you don’t deserve to put up with that piece of shit—”

“You know what?” you glared at Peter, seething, blood boiling for the second time that day. “Yeah, you’re right: he’s a piece of shit who only cares about himself. But I bet he’s still gonna be a better shitty friend than you’ve been this entire month.”

Peter took a step back, appalled at what he was hearing. He pursed his lips and dropped his eyes to the ground. “Maybe we just shouldn’t be friends anymore,” he whispered.

You reached up for your window and numbly slid it shut. Knowing he could still hear you, you muttered as you closed your blinds, “I thought we already weren’t.”

Do you want to play with us?

Originally posted by litourgiya

Pairing: IvarxReaderxHvitserk
Rating: Explicit
Words: 8587
Tagging: @inthenameofodin @tiyetiye @rockyrascal

Warning: Smut, dom/sub dynamic, cursing, hair pulling, rough sex, spitting, spanking, orgasm denial/delayed. (I suck at warning tags so if you think one needs to be added, please tell me.)

Notes: My first threesome and let me tell you it was hard to write! First time writing Hvitserk too, I hope it went well. Sorry for the length, I don’t know how this monstrosity ended with so many words but I hope it’s worth it. Thank you for your advice concerning it. Ivar and Hvitserk love each other in this (take notes Hirst). Again, sorry for any mistakes! Enjoy, sisters! 


King Ivar and his great army advanced through England quite easily, pillaging and killing every single person that stood on their way. Today was a great day for the King; he had won the ultimate battle that raged for almost four months. He had slaughtered the entire royal family without a second thought and had taken the praised crown of York. Soon, the news would spread, giving Ivar the fame he craved, the fame he deserved. For he was the most brutal yet the most worthy man you ever met. The kind of man you dreamt of but never could admit it out loud. It didn’t help that he was unfairly attractive. So attractive that even Balder, the most beautiful god in Asgard, would be jealous. 

You tried to fight the attraction you had for him but you couldn’t fight the feelings you felt in his presence. You couldn’t deny the wetness between your legs every time he roared one of his clever speeches, perched proudly upon his throne or his chariot. You couldn’t deny the dreams you had. Him above you, taking whatever he wanted from your willing and helpless body.

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