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Stare [M]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, poly!yoonseok

Word Count: 2,627

Summary: Hoseok comes home late, but that doesn’t mean he gets to miss out on all the fun. This is a companion piece to Sweat [M

Originally posted by lariz0rd


“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” you asked, plopping down on the couch next to Yoongi.

Your boyfriend nodded, throwing his arm around your shoulder and guiding you to his lap. “What do you want to watch?” he asked as he pulled you into his arms.

“Something mindless” you quipped as you settled back into his chest.

He ran his hands through your hair, causing you to let out a soft purr. “Alright, calm down” he teased as he removed his hand from the tangles of your hair and started to flip through the movie options.

You pointed at the screen, “That one!” your voice coming out a little too excited.

Yoongi groaned, “You’re really going to make me watch this again? Haven’t you seen this like 500 times?”

“505,” you corrected as you stole the remote out of his hands and pressed play. “Kiki’s Delivery Service is the only thing that’s going to make me feel better right now.”

You felt a pinch in your back, “Or you could actually talk to your boss about what’s been going on”

“Shh, you’re talking over my favorite part” you nudge your elbow into his stomach.

“It’s the credits, Y/N” Yoongi retorted.

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Secret Thrill (One Shot)

Summary: You’ve been teasing Roman for a couple of days since got back and when your parents ask the two of you out for dinner, Roman decides to show you what the consequences are.

Warnings: language, smut
(A/N) This idea popped up in my head after seeing gifs of Roman in a suit and I just had to write it down and share it with you guys. And thank you so much @x-fivefoot for helping me out😘♥️. This is also hella long so enjoy guys xoxo

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‘’Like what you see Reigns,’’ I asked with a smirk on my face as I picked some clothes off the floor in our bedroom, my ass in full display. I didn’t have to turn around to know that his eyes were on me with every move I made.

‘’In fact, I love what I see.’’ He murmured. It was a hot summer night and even though it was still bright outside, we decided to just relax a bit.

‘’You do?’’ I turned around and crossed my arms, grabbing the underside of my shirt. I pulled it over my head and put it on the chair, leaving me in only my shorts and lace bra. The fabric hardly covered anything since it was see through. He nodded and threw the sports magazine he was reading beside him as I climbed onto the bed. Too slow in action, Roman reached out for my waist and pulled me on top of him so I was straddling his waist. I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

‘’You look better everytime I come back home,’’ he groaned. I slowly grinded myself against him, feeling him getting harder second by second.

‘’I know,’’ I whispered in his ear. His hands guided my hips, setting a pace. As soon as I felt his hands travel up to unclasp my bra , I stopped and climbed off him. ‘’I’m so tired,’’ I yawned. He looked at me wide eyed.

‘’Baby come one,’’ he whined, ‘’That’s not fair.’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ I innocently asked and kissed him on his check.

‘’Y/n please, all I got from you since I got back is teasing and it’s getting on my nerves.’’

‘’There’s no need for that, we have all the time of the world. Besides that, what’s wrong with me being tired?’’

‘’Yeah sure, you’re ‘tired’,’’ he grunted and rolled on his side, his back facing me. ‘’You’ve been ‘tired’ for literally four days.’’

‘’Ahw come on Ro, don’t be mad, I promise you’ll have your way with me before you’re on the road again,’’ I sweetly said as I hung over his side. His eyes were closed and he looked quite irritated. I don’t want to say that I love seeing him this mad, but I kinda do to be completely honest. Last time when he was home, he was the one who was teasing the shit out of me by whispering dirty things in my ear in public, such as ‘’I wanna fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to stop,’’ or ‘’I bet you’re all wet for me babygirl, I can’t wait to eat you out and make you moan my name.’’ He’d get me all turned on and once we got home, he decided to ignore his promises and pretend nothing ever happened. The man even denied saying it. So this time, I decided to play fair and tease him back.

‘’I hope so for your sake,’’ he chuckled and turned on his back again with me on top of him. ‘’You’re lucky I love you.’’

‘’Aawh you’re so sweet,’’ I smiled and kissed his lips. As much as I wanted him, I had to tell myself not to do anything because it was payback. ‘’I love you too, my beautiful husband.’’

‘’Yeah sure,’’ he joked.

‘’You’re only acting like this because you’re not getting laid.’’ I seriously said as I placed my arms on his broad chest, my head on my hands.

‘’Maybe, maybe not. Anyways, I’m just happy to be back.’’

‘’That’s the nicest thing you’ve said so far,’’ I laughed. He shook his head and laughed along. ‘’But for real though, I’m really tired so I’m off.’’

‘’I’ll pretend to believe you and try to sleep as well.’’

‘’I don’t care if you believe me or not, I’m tired and I need my sleep.’’ I rolled off him and lied down on my stomach. I could feel Roman shift his weight, pulling me close to him with his arm, his face nuzzling in the crook of my neck. Just like that, we both drifted off.

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I woke up by the rays of sunlight falling across my face. I slightly opened my eyes and sat up. Roman was not beside me so I figured he was in the bathroom or something. Looking on my phone, I saw that it was already 1 pm. I had several missed calls from my mom so I decided to facetime her.

‘’Honey, how are you and Roman doing,’’ she happily said as she answered right away. ‘’You just woke up, didn’t you.’’

‘’Maybe,’’ I smiled, ‘’We’re great, what about you and dad?

‘’Couldn’t be better hun. I was wondering if the two of you are free tonight.’’

‘’Uhm, yeah, I think so,’’ I thought out loud. Roman came walking into the room with a plate of fruit. ‘’Are you free tonight?’’ I asked him.

‘’Yeah, why?’’

‘’I don’t know,’’ I laughed, ‘’what did you have in mind mom?’’

‘’How does a dinner sound? Just the four of us. You and Roman and me and your dad.’’ She excitedly said. I could tell that this was something she wanted for a long time.

‘’Sounds good to me,’’ Roman said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

‘’Alright then, a dinner it is,’’ I answered with a smile.

‘’Oh that’s lovely, I’ll meet you guys at 7 at that new Italian place that just had their grand opening. Love you both,’’ she almost shouted. Before one of us could say anything, she hung up.

‘’Good afternoon,’’ Roman chuckled. ‘’I figured you could use something healthy since all you’ve been eating is junk food. Not to mention how unhealthy you’ll be eating tonight.’’

‘’You’re just jealous because all you have to do is eat healthy,’’ I stuck my tongue out and grabbed the plate with fruit. ‘’I normally wouldn’t do this but you can pick my dress for tonight, as long as it stays decent.’’ I warned him. He had this huge smirk on his face as he walked towards the closet. ‘’Decent, I said.’’

‘’I know, I know, don’t worry. I know what decent means.’’ He laughed and opened the doors, looking at all the clothing. ‘’I’ll bet that not even half of the clothes are mine,’’ Roman joked.

‘’A woman with taste, needs her space,’’ I proudly said.

‘’Touché.’’ He absently said as he sat down and opened the box with all my dresses. After studying all of my dresses for about 10 minutes, he stood up. ‘’This one,’’ he held the dress in front of him. I always knew Roman had an amazing taste and I couldn’t fight him on that. It was a long black dress with a slit at two sides of my leg, almost reaching my waist, so that both of my legs would be shown. It had a V neck and spaghetti straps. ‘’You’re wearing this one, whether you like it or not,’’ he chuckled.

‘’Alright, that one it is.’’ I put the plate away and crawled over to the end of the bed and grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him close to me. My lips barely touched his and when he was about to lean in, I grabbed the dress and backed away.

‘’You’re gonna pay for that,’’ he groaned. I just giggled and walked to the bathroom to get ready.

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‘’You done baby?’’ Roman yelled from downstairs. ‘’We gotta leave, it’s almost 7.’’

‘’Almost babe,’’ I yelled back. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the way I looked. My hair was curled, I didn’t wear any make up besides mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. The dress Roman picked looked really good on me, even if I’m saying it myself. My curves were showing just right. I wore my black heels and made my way down the stairs.

‘’Oh jheeze,’’ Roman said impressed, ‘’damn babygirl, you look breathtaking.’’

‘’Why thank you, you look breathtaking yourself as well,’’ I smiled, meaning what I said. He was wearing a checkered white and blue shirt with a white and blue striped tie. The jacket, just like his pants, were blue-ish. He always looked beautiful so this time there was no difference.

‘’Means a lot coming from my beautiful wife,’’ he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I couldn’t back away this time, I also didn’t want to, he just looked, smelled, felt so good. He kissed me and smiled against my lips.

‘’Oh shush Reigns, let’s go.’’ I giggled. As I turned around, he gave my ass a gentle squeeze before walking outside and locking the door behind him. The car ride was just as usual; us singing along with every song on the radio, even though we didn’t even know the song, talking about how pissed he was that Vince wouldn’t let him wear his new gear. I enjoyed moments like this, knowing we both could talk about anything. Once we arrived, we could see my parents their car parked a little further.

‘’This place is actually pretty nice tho,’’ he admitted as he took my hand in his. We both walked into the restaurant, stunned with how pretty it looked; white and red as the main colors, ivy on the celling and there was an outside part. The waiter said my mom and dad took place at the outside area, which I figured since my mom loves having dinner outside.

‘’Y/n, Roman, my babies,’’ my mom happily said as she stood up to give us a hug. ‘’How are the two of you doing?’’

‘’We’re fine mom,’’ I smiled.

‘’Son, how much do you train because each time I see you, it seems like you’re getting even more muscular than you already are.’’ My dad joked, making Roman laugh.

‘’With my training schedule, it’s possible sir.’’ He replied with a smile. We all sat down and talked a bit before looking at the menu. While being focused on the dishes, I felt Roman’s hand on my bare thigh, sliding up higher. I batted his hand away, but he kept bringing it to the same spot.

‘’So, how’s your career doing?’’ My dad asked Roman.

‘’It’s amazing sir, being able to do what I love every day, makes it even better. The only con is not being home so often,’’ he said, his hand was now on my inner thigh, making me shift in my seat. That was pointless since he is super strong and held me still with just his hand. ‘’But the time I am at home is also the time I love the most.’’

‘’That’s great to hear,’’ my dad smiled. ‘’How was your time on the road this time?’’

‘’It was amazing, I got to see so many places and meet different people,’’ Roman answered. His hand was now rubbing me through the thin material of my panties, making me hold back a moan. I looked over to him, but he was pretending to pay attention to the menu. As I was about to speak, he crept his hand under the thin material, his index finger circling my clit. I covered my mouth with my hand, pretending to yawn. I could kick his ass right now. I started to realize why he picked that dress. He always mentioned how much he adored ‘easy access’ and this dress was just that with the slit as high as my thigh.  

‘’So honey, how are you doing?’’ my mom asked me.

‘I-I’m fine,’’ I stuttered, trying to sound normal. His finger was now slowly pushing inside of me, making it hard to even think.

‘’How is it while Roman is on the road? How do you keep yourself busy?’’ My dad curiously asked.

‘’It’s hard, of course, but I mostly keep myself busy with watching movies, reading and my own work,’’ I almost moaned as he added his middle finger inside of me as well, pushing his fingers deeper. I glanced over next to me and he just looked at me with the sweetest smile.

‘’Good to hear you have a source of distraction.’’

‘’I agree, it’s hard to leave my wife all alone so I’m happy she can take care of herself.’’  Roman answered with a huge smile on his face. This bastard. To make things even worst, he started to rub my clit with his thumb, making my orgasm build with lighting speed. I let out a deep sigh, my breathing got heavier, the pleasure started to build in my lower abdomen. My insides started to clench around his fingers as she was now pumping in and out of me very slowly. There was absolutely no way that I was going to cum near my parents, that’s just insane.

‘’Hi there, can I take your orders?’’ the waiter smiled sweetly. Roman withdrew his fingers and gave me a smirk. The emptiness made me whimper quietly. I could slap him right now.

‘’We both would like the pasta with tomato-basil sauce,’’ Roman answered.

‘’What a gentleman, ordering for his lady as well,’’ my mom smiled. If only she knew what kind of ‘gentle man’ he is being this exact moment. ‘’We’ll have the lasagna please.’’

‘’I wrote that down, anything to drink?’’

‘’A bottle of water will do,’’ my dad answered. The waiter nodded and walked away with writing everything down. When my parents were in a conversation, Roman licked his fingers and hummed while doing so. My stomach turned, wanting him more than ever at the moment.

‘’I bet you taste better than the food baby,’’ he whispered into my ear. Great, now the roles were turned, again. I gave him a ‘are you serious’ look and all he did was grinning. ‘’I can imagine how bad you want me now.’’

‘’You’re a fucking dick,’’ I said through gritted teeth, regretting my choice of words right away. But I could play dirty as well. I bit my lip and my placed my hand on his leg, rubbing up and down.

‘’Y/n,’’ Roman groaned lowly, ‘’I’m warning you.’’

‘’Hmm? What’d you say?’’ I asked innocently as I started to massage his dick through his pants. ‘’Two can play this game, Reigns.’’

‘’This ain’t no game, you have no idea what you just started babygirl.’’ He dangerously said. I smirked back at him while slowly rubbing his dick up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, causing his breath to quicken. He glared back at me, giving me a death stare and I abruptly stopped.

‘’I gotta use the restroom, be right back.’’ I announced with a smile.

‘’Alright sweetheart,’’ my mom replied. I adjusted my dress before standing up and making my way to the ladies room. I was just about to open the door when a hand suddenly appeared, blocking my way. I turned around to see it was Roman.

‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’ he hissed.

‘’Playing back your own game,’’ I grinned.

‘’I warned you y/n.’’ He ushered me into the restroom, making sure that there was no one there. The door was being shut firmly as I bit my lip and looked at him up and down. ‘’You shouldn’t do that, you know what it does to me.’’

‘’What does it do? I can’t remember,’’ I said, pretending I forgot.

‘’You know exactly what it does…’’ he whispered as he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and pulled me in for a deep kiss. His tongue licked my bottom lip, making me shiver. Without warning, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, slamming my back against the cold door. ‘’You gonna keep teasing me?’’

‘’Maybe,’’ I answered and bit my lip on purpose. Roman groaned and kissed my neck as he slipped his fingers inside of me for the second time this day. I could be a lot more vocal here, luckily for me and for him since I know how much he enjoys me expressing how good he makes me feel. ‘’Roman, I need you inside of me right now,’’ I admitted under my breath.

‘’Now you do huh?’’ He mumbled against my neck as I felt him unzipping his pants and pulling it down along with his underwear. I could feel the tip against my center and I arched my back, wanting to feel more. He chuckled and slid his thick length inside of me in a fluid motion.

‘’Oh my god..’’ I moaned. He lets me adjust for a few seconds before he starts to thrust. I missed feeling him fill me up like this and he knew.

‘’Goddamn baby, you’re so wet. I missed you,’’ He panted, ‘’fuck I missed your pussy.’’

‘’I missed you too, oh shit,’’ I cried out as he sped up, gripping my waist tighter. ‘’Roman…I’m so close.’’

‘’Already?’’ He asked as he started to rub my clit, making me grip his bicep tighter. I nodded and he chuckled. ‘’I can’t blame you baby.’’

‘’F-fuck you,’’ I chuckled breathless. He smiled and looked down to where our bodies joined. ‘’Roman please.’’

‘’Cum for me baby,’’ he looked me straight in the eyes as he grinded his hips slowly; so slow that I could feel every vein. The friction made me tingle. ‘’That’s it y/n, cum for daddy.’’

‘’Romann,’’ I moaned loudly as I reached my high. Right after, I could feel him release inside of me. We stood in the exact same position to catch our breaths and once we did, he gently pulled out of me and placed me back on my heels again.

‘’I’m so happy I told you to wear that dress,’’ Roman said as he pulled his pants back up.

‘’I should’ve known what you were up to,’’ I laughed. I carefully walked towards the mirror and fixed myself. Roman came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck. ‘’We should get back to my parents before they wonder where we are.’’

‘’You’re probably right, let’s see who gives in first.’’ He joked.

‘’You’re unbelievable Reigns,’’ I smiled and shook my head.

rienerose  asked:

I have a new ball-jointed-doll that I am planning to have be my model Christine. Unfortunately, finding appropriate clothing for her is extremely difficult. I am going to have to have some made, I think, and while I can find a lot of information about Victorian England, Belle-Epoch France is somewhat more difficult to research! So, I am asking you, as you are the expert! (continued on message 2)

2) What would Christine have worn? Did women of her age, time period, and social class only wear dresses, or wear skirts and blouses, perhaps with a jacket as well? Shoes only, or boots? Cloaks or coats? What would she wear at home–was there an equivalent of the Victorian “tea gown”? Corsets always? Pantalettes? Chemises? Hats? What kind of stockings? Were there any color restrictions? Any information you can give me would be gratefully appreciated! Thanks!

OoOooh, the 1860s-1890s is a surprisingly hard period to summon up in a short reply. I’ll do my best still! 

A woman’s wardrobe of the second half of the 19th century would of course depend on her class. The higher the class, the more changes a day, and the more specific the garments. Queen Maud of Norway, and also her mother Queen Alexandra, is said to have changed clothes up to 7 times a day: morning wear, sportswear, walking suits, teagowns, dinner dresses, opera attires, maybe also additional representation wear and/or ball gowns. Lower classes changed less times a day, but wearing two different attires for day and evening was quite common. You changed for dinner if you had any kind of manners! 

Christine is a bit of an in-betweener, class wise, at least in the first half of the story/show. She’s an orphan, she is a working girl in a semi-respectable profession. At the same time she’s under the wings of Mama Valerius, whose late husband was a professor, and who seems to have had some funding she did not mind spending on Christine. So she’s not an aristrocrat or rich burgeroise mademoiselle, but not a poor one either. She would probably try and keep up with fashion, but wear practical stuff for work. Wools instead or silk, or at least not lots of drapes and decorations and huge bustles. 

Christine’s wardrobe would most likely consist of (from inner to outer): chemises/shifts/blouses, bloomers and stockings, corsets, bodice and skirt. For outdoor use she would also wear a hat and a cloak or jacket/dolman, plus gloves and shoes/boots. The fashion in Paris did not differ from that in London in this aspect, except brits always considered Parisian fashion to be more impractival and frilly. But also smarter.

The most common combo of the mid/late 19th century was a fitted bodice with matching skirt. The skirt could have various drapes and trains - the more extravagant occasion, the more extravagant skirt. Evening bodices would show cleavage and often bare arms, while day bodices were often long-sleeved and high-necked. Some tailors made two separate day + evening bodices for the same skirt (transofrmation dresses), so you could mix and match. Here’s a green 1860s example, and here’s an 1872 dress by Charles Frederick Worth with evening bodice, day bodice and detachable train (from The Met): 

Another popular transformation thing was to fill in the neckline during the day, and open it up a bit for later in the evening, to wear it as a dinner dress or similar. Though this doesn’t show the same dress, you get the main idea: 

To see more period wear, here’s a link showing fashionable garments from 1870-90, from the Kyoto Costume Institute: 

http://www.kci.or.jp/en/archives/digital_archives/1870s_1880s/index.html

If you can get a hold of their (very reasonable and popular) Taschen-published book as well, you’ll see lots more examples with accessories, and a majority of them are French. Albeit they show finer upper class attires for the most, they are good examples of typical silhouettes and ideals, and shows what every Parisian lady would strive for. The skirt-and-blouse combo would not be terribly fashionable in Paris at this point. It came into fashion in the 1890s and onwards; before that it was considered a more rural style. So I wouldn’t dress Christine in that unless it was to underline her rural Swedish background. 

In the second half of the story/show, she is Raoul’s fiancé and albeit a secret it would probably affect her wardrobe slightly. If only that he gifted her items, or maybe even had a tailor make her stuff. I always assumed that was what the blue Wishing dress in the show indicates, though I can also see the opera staff loving her and helping her out with splendid garments in secret… 

But still, always a corset, usually separate but matching bodice and skirt, and fabric, cleavage and accessories fit for the occasion. :) 

As for colours black and purple was usually only done for mourning, so again - unless you wanna make a point by using them specifically, stay clear of them. Clothes in alternating b/w, or black and purple, or purple and white, are usually signs of half-mourning, so use those combos with care. White was usually for young girls and brides, which is also helpful to have in mind. 

Synthetic dye (anilin) was discovered in 1858, which resulted in an insane love for anything super bright, so feel free to go nuts with colours. Pink wasn’t a “girl colour” at this point. Sky blue was the colour of young girls, something still seen in fairytales and movies - Belle in BATB, Alice in Wonderland, Christine in Maria Bjørnson’s design. It’s a good colour to underline the typical “young and spirited girl” flair. :) 

If you have any specific questions, feel free to ask :) 

(ALSO - HOW ABOUT RECREATING “THE LOST DRESS”?!?) 

25 Days of Christmas (Day 5- Kim Taehyung Rough Smut)

Ah~ my BTS bias… someone save me from myself

Group: BTS

Pairing: Taehyung (V) x Reader

Genre: Smut

You stood directly under the shower head, the water pouring over your head. You’d had a fight with Taehyung two weeks ago and it was just now beginning to take its toll on you. The two of you had argued many times but it never ended in a break-up, until now, that is. Over the past two weeks, you’d been angry, but now you were really feeling the weight of the break-up. Especially since you hadn’t had sex in over two weeks.

 You turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, before towel drying your hair. There was a knock at the door and you quickly threw on a robe and shuffled off in that direction. You took a deep breath, your hand frozen on the doorknob. It was too late to make yourself look presentable so you just pulled your robe closed and opened the door. 

“Forgot I was coming?” he asked, walking into your apartment.

“Uh, no, I was just in the shower” you said. He took it upon himself to sit on your couch and you shut the front door. You walked to your room to grab the box with his stuff in it. Walking back to the living room, Taehyung was looking through your pictures. He stopped on the one of you and Hoseok and snorted. It was really irritating. “You know…” you started. You stopped talking, not wanting this to escalate back into a fight.

“Know what?” he asked, his hands in his pockets. He was all but begging you to continue. “I’m not going back to that stupid conversation with you. I think that you just like to argue” you said. You put his box down on the couch and he scoffed. He walked closer to you until you were only separated by the couch. "I like to argue? The argument was not stupid. I told you that I didn’t feel comfortable with you and Hoseok being so close-“

"We’ve been friends years before I even met you! In fact, he was the one who got us together!” you said.

“Who cares? I told you that I didn’t like it and you flirted with him right in front of my face!” he said, his voice rising.

“Don’t accuse me of stuff just because you feel insecure!"you said, your voice rising to meet his.

"Oh, I’m insecure? Are you serious? ‘Ah Hoseok Oppa~~ I can’t stand to be without you for two whole minutes! Oh, Taehyung? What about him? Fuck him!’” he said, putting on a crappy imitation of you. Your mouth dropped open and you almost slapped him. "When have I said anything like that? Stop putting words in my mouth!“

"I bet he put something in your mouth” he mumbled. Your eyes bulged and you really did slap him this time. When your hand made contact with his face, a loud crack sounded throughout the room. His hand moved to grab his face and he looked away, swallowing his anger. “Screw you. You can let yourself out” you said. You angrily turned around and started for your bedroom. He caught your arm and shoved you against the wall, pushing your arms up above your head. He held them there and you honestly felt scared. You tried to move but he stopped you, pressing his body against yours. 

“Move” you said. He ignored you, his hands still holding your arms above your head. His eyes pierced into yours, a mixture of anger and…something else. “Taehyung, move” you said, trying to push him off. His eyes moved downward, making you notice that your robe had opened as a result of your struggling. “You’re a pervert.” He laughed before using one hand to hold up your arms.

He used the other hand to grab a part of the robe. “If I’m a pervert, then you’re a thief. Isn’t this mine?” he asked, his fingers rubbing the smooth fabric of the robe. As his fingers played with the fabric, they brushed against your skin and you shivered. "Take it off" he said. You looked at him as if he were crazy. “I’m taking everything that is mine, remember?” he asked. His fingers continued to brush against your ribs, just below your breasts. You searched his eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. “How am I supposed to give it back to you, if you’re so close to me?” you asked smartly. 

“You know, you have an amazing ability to make me mad” he said, his eyes still boring into yours. He placed his leg in between yours, the material of his pants rubbing against your inner thigh. He shifted his weight and you felt his bulge pressing into your lower abdomen. Your breath caught and you tried one last attempt to push him back.

He pressed more of his body into you. You felt like you were being crushed and you hated the fact that you liked it. “See? You won’t even let me finish talking” he said. He bent his neck down, bringing his lips dangerously close to yours. “Taehyung.” He ignored you, brushing his lips against yours. He firmly planted his lips to yours and he slid a hand to your waist. God, you wanted this so bad but you couldn’t have it. 

He’d been a dick to you. Why should you let him run all over you like this? His lips left yours and moved down to your jaw. His hands roamed all over your torso and you tried not to let him fog your head up. Why did he have to be so stupid? You pushed him back but he only moved closer. His hand found your pussy and you held back a moan. “Taehyung” you tried getting his attention again. You knew that he could feel how wet you were but you didn’t want him to win. He massaged your pussy lips, each movement of his fingers sending electric waves throughout your body. "Kim Taehyung" you said, his name leaving your lips more like a sigh than a protest. 

“Stop” you said weakly. You tried pushing him again and he removed his lips from your jawline.

“Do you really want to fight me on this?” he asked huskily. He pinched your clit and you gasped, still not allowing yourself to moan. “Fine” he said. He threw his lips back onto yours, immediately biting down and tugging on your lip. You made a noise resembling a scream and a moan. He unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He then threw you on the floor, ignoring your protests. His lips instantly latched onto your breasts, sucking and biting your nipples. His hand went back to your pussy as he pushed three fingers into your hole. He drilled his fingers into you as his teeth pinched and prodded at your nipples.

He added a fourth finger and you moaned, no longer able to hold back. Your hips tried to move in rhythm with his fast pace. His lips moved to your clit as his fingers drove into you. He roughly sucked your clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it occasionally. You grabbed his head and ground yourself onto his fingers. “Fuck~” you breathed out, the pleasure making you light-headed. 

“Tae- Oh! Oh God! Mmm~” A series grunts and word fragments flew from your mouth as his tongue quickly flickered over your clit. You spasmed around his fingers as your climax took over. Your head was swimming as he lifted you up from the floor pushing you back against the wall. He lifted you up before pressing his dick into you. Your head fell back, hitting the wall as he humped into you. Each thrust was perfectly executed, pulling a groan out of you. 

Still inside of you, he carried you to your bedroom and laid you on the bed. He continued burying himself inside of you, trying to milk out every moan that he could from inside your throat. His thrusts were hard and fast as if he were literally trying to fuck your brains out. By the way things are going, he just might. Right now you were in seventh heaven. He rolled over, you now on top of him and bounced you up and down on his dick. 

Your breasts bounced he sat up as far as he could sucking one into his mouth. His arms continued bouncing you up and down, your hair flying as you screamed out into the open air.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there!” you screamed, your second orgasm building. His hips bucked up into you and your teeth clenched as you came hard. His release was not far as he pushed his hips up into you. His hips slowed as he came into you, still riding out his orgasm. His hips finally stopped and you moved to lay on his chest, his limp dick sliding out of you. His hand went to your hair and you listened to his fast heartbeat. 

“____, I’m so sorry-”

“Can we talk about that later?” you asked, looking up at him. He kissed your forehead and nodded. Right now you were far too worn out to deal with that discussion. Plus, after good sex, there were only two things that you could do: go to sleep… or go for round two. 

Nadia Pt. 4

A/N: This is a filler, but we’re getting places!

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, Stucky, violence, possessive Bucky. 

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Steve was still sore. With the help at the compound, he’d healed quickly on the outside, but some things, specifically bullet wounds, were taking a little longer. That didn’t stop him when he heard from Natasha Bucky was at the facility. He’d gotten out of the bed, pulled on a pair of sweats and gone down to where they were holding him. He’d been somewhat aware at the hotel, but things were blurry. He wasn’t even entirely sure it had been Bucky. But then again, he’d know that scent anywhere. No matter how much it had changed.

He still had a slight limp as he entered the area, all the beta guards standing at attention for the Alpha. He nodded to them, letting them relax as he approached the commander, who was looking through the one-way glass.

“Captain Rogers, I don’t think it’s a good idea that you’re here.” The Commander said, trying to block his view of Bucky.

But Steve pushed him aside, sucking in a breath at the sight in front of him.

It was Bucky alright. Or, at least what Bucky had become. His long, unruly hair sticking to his face, his metal arm still glinted in the low light of the cell he was in. He was wrapped around a girl…an omega. He could see where they were locked together, her head pillowed on his bionic prosthetic. He was licking her neck, his lips moving as he whispered in the omega’s ear.

“He put nine of our men in the hospital, three undergoing emergency surgery and are currently in the ICU.” The commander said. “We had to sedate them. She kept calling for him, and he nearly killed one of them. We tried to separate them, but the stress put her in a heat. He nearly tore through the door trying to get to her.”

“You separated them?” Steve asked, his face set as he looked at the Commander.

The Commander shrunk back a little. “We knew he wouldn’t come easily-”

“Did you try to talk to him?”

“Well….no…”

Steve sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. They’d gone at it all wrong. They should have known better than to try to attack an Alpha with his beta near.

“We were worried he’d disappear. Take the omega and run. We thought-”

“That’s enough.” Steve said, leaning on the table.

The omega’s heart rate was slowing, her temperature coming down from Bucky’s knot. He was stroking her cheek, whispering to her still.

“Do you know what he’s saying?” Steve asked the Commander.

“No.” The older man shook his head. “We don’t think…well, at least…she doesn’t speak English. Or, at least she hasn’t spoken to him in English.”

“What are they speaking?”

“We think it’s Russian.”

Steve looked back at them, before turning back to the Commander. “Get me Romanoff.”

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“It’s definitely Russian.” Natasha said, listening to them speak through the headphones.

Bucky’s knot had receded, and he was sitting on the bed, his legs crossed as he held the omega in his lap. Her arm was limply holding on to his shoulder as he cradled her in his arms, whispering to her. They’d given him clothes to change her into, since hers had been torn in the desperate need to get to her.

“She’s scared…and he’s comforting her.”

They could all see the claiming mark on her neck from this angle. His fingers brushed over it every once in awhile. Like he was reassuring himself she was still there.

“How long ago did she go into heat?” Natasha asked, taking the headphones off.

“As soon as she got here. He mounted her as soon as we let him in. Nearly bit half her neck off in the process.”

Natasha looked back at the pair. “She’s dehydrated. She needs food and water.”

“We’ve tried to enter the room, but he nearly attacked the guard who gave him the clothes.”

“He’s defensive.” Natasha said.

“He has every right to be.” Steve said, looking back at his friend, before straightening up. “I’ll take them in.”

“A-are you sure? Another Alpha in his presence could make things ugly.” The Commander said.

“He knows me, though.” His fingers itched at the faded mark on his neck. It was prickling again. It had been prickling since he got out of the ice. And even more so since having contact with Bucky again.

One of the staff brought down a tray of food, and a water bottle. Steve took a breath as he waited for the door to open, not entirely sure what would happen. If Bucky remembered him. Or if he’d be treated as a threat.

The door hissed open, Bucky’s head snapping up as he entered. A feral growl left him as the door slid closed. A warning. He felt his inner beta instincts shift, wanting to back down from the angry Alpha. His angry Alpha.

“Buck.” Steve said, not moving a step closer. “You know me.”

The omega whined something, shifting slightly in Bucky’s arms. He shushed her, whispering something back, his eyes never leaving Steve.

“Your name is Steve…” His voice was rough, not quite what Steve remembered. There was a lit to it as well, not an accent, but the verge of one.

The omega whined, shifting closer to Bucky, gripping his shirt in her fist. She was weak, her eyes barely open, breaths ragged. The cry had him on edge, Bucky’s hindbrain bristling. He bared his teeth, growling at Steve.

“She needs food and water.” Steve said, shifting just slightly on his feet. “She won’t last much longer without it.”

Steve took a couple cautious steps forward as Bucky pondered his words. He stopped at the edge of their nest, knowing not to enter their marked territory. He was maybe three feet from Bucky, at the most. His heart was pounding in his ears, hands trembling in just the slightest way as he held the tray out to the Alpha. His Alpha. He wanted to jump in, wrap his arms around Bucky and the omega and hold them. Pack. Mate. Protect. Mine. His hindbrain screamed at him. But he held back.

Bucky reached forward, taking the tray from Steve with his flesh hand. He placed it on the bed next to him, before shifting the omega. Steve turned, fighting every instinct within himself and walked away, leaving the two to themselves. He watched through the mirror as Bucky placed the tray in her lap, giving the omega some water. She nearly drank the whole bottle, whining slightly as Bucky pulled it away.

“Dostatochno. Ne khochu, chtoby vy zaboleli.” (Enough. I don’t want you to get sick.) Bucky said, placing the bottle back on the tray. He pulled a small piece of the sandwich from the tray, holding it up to her lips. “Yest.’” (Eat) She opened her mouth, letting him feed her.

Steve flashed back to when they were kids, Bucky doing the same thing. Especially after his ‘Ma died. Bucky took care of him. And now…now things had changed. Bucky had changed. He had changed. He wasn’t a beta anymore. At least not chemically. The serum had changed everything. Turned a beta to an Alpha. But Steve had found he couldn’t get rid of the instincts, especially when his Alpha was around. He could act like an Alpha, rut like one. Command like one. But he still was a beta on the inside. He was marked as one, so he would always be one.

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Evening Glow

Pairing: Vladimir Ranskahov x Reader

Word Count: 1478

Prompt: Have some domestic!Vladimir, just because.


His apartment is bathed in the warm glow of the lamps in his living room when Vladimir gets home in the late evening.

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Toph Beifong: ISTP [Avatar: The Last Airbender]

ISTP Follower Favorite 2016.

Dominant Function, Introverted Thinking, Ti: Introverted Thinking is a body based and wholisitic function. As a Dominant Ti user Toph has to be involved, immersed, in whatever process in order not only be satisfied but to really care and judge. ISTPs with Ti can look like ISFPs in the fact that they find something to put themselves in, to perfect, and be fully part of. For Toph this is Earthbending. Toph and Earthbending go hand in hand. She doesn’t have much cares or passions outside of Earthbending. She uses Ti as more a subjectiver logic. Once she is Earthbending, in a situation, she thinks logically and adapts to things as they happen still maintaining her goal, whatever that may be. This gives her that rock hard determination that is quintessential to her character.

Ti does not work analytically. Analytical logic is what Te is, it is systematic and conceptualizes. Ti, as we see in Toph, is experiential. Hence, why it is subjective logic. It is based in experience and observation. She works with what is logical within her own experience; it is based on the visual, the tactile, or on spacial cues. Hence, why she is more comfortable being on the ground, immersed, and a part of what ever process is occurring rather than from afar making decisions. Her judgment needs to be interacting in order to be used. Combine that with Se, her auxiliary function, which is action based, and we see why ISTPs are fully on or off a situation. Unless Toph is fully immersed with Ti-Se, she doesn’t care. We get fully engaged Toph or a Toph who doesn’t have any fucks to give. 

Dominant Ti is also why Toph is the Earthbending teacher for Aang. Ti is structural, immersive, and about being part of the “becoming” of a process. This is how she handles Earthbending. Her Se isn’t dominant so she doesn’t need the novelty of Sensing in her experiences, she is much more focused. When she Earthbends Toph doesn’t really exist, she becomes part of the connection with the earth, she is part of the earth and the bending works through her. Hence, why she waits and then attacks. 

Dominant Ti is also crucial to her character as it promotes independence and freedom. Her sense of self and autonomy come first and she doesn’t like being controlled, labeled, or pigeonholed. She doesn’t care what society wants and is going to be 100% Toph and true to herself no matter the cost. More on that when discussing her inferior function.

Auxiliary Function, Extraverted Sensing, Se: In the secondary position in the stack this function works a bit differently than in it’s dominant position. We can see this demonstrated in Toph’s character. As described above she doesn’t need the Se dominant form of novelty experiences. Once her Ti has plugged into some process, like Earthbending, everything she does with it, part of it, seems like a novel and fresh experience. She won’t get bored when in action and need a new form of stimulation like an ESP.

Se shows itself in her need to act on her Ti. She isn’t using Ne in a need to understand how Earthbending theoretically works and functions. She isn’t trying to understand the structure of Earthbending itself. She is more of a physical conduit of the structure itself and an expert in how to actually use it. 

She also deals in the now. She has no time for Aang and Katara’s philosophies, she deals in reality and what is in front of her. Her Se makes her quite resourceful in this manner and down to earth (pun semi-intended). 

Tertiary Function, Introverted Intuition, Ni: When an ISTP can crack into their tertiary Ni they can look like stereotypical iNtuitives, because when they get down to their tertiary function something is forcing them to use it. For Toph she is forced into her Ni when she is kidnapped and trapped in a metal box. Ni functions to see things from different inner perspectives, not to be confused with Ne seeing different outside possibilities. For Toph we see this in her creating Metalbending. She had to shift her inner perspective of what earth is. She had to shift her inner lens of reality. This led her to innovate and to create (a huge part of dominant Ti and auxiliary Se) a new form of bending. 

Inferior Function, Extraverted Feeling, Fe: Fe deals with social and cultural rituals and standards, as well as adhering to typical signs associated with specific types of relationships. So how one would court a mate versus treat a best friend. An ISTP, like Toph, would not go about these things in the assumed and typical manner. More importantly we see Toph have a complete disregard towards social expectations, most of all with her own family She cannot play the role of delicate, wealthy young woman. She refuses to adhere to her role in society and of being told what role she is supposed to fill in her family. She literally runs away from these expectations. 

We see her Ti freedom and Fe social obligations fight each other out when she is in conflict with Katara. Katara an Fe dominant (ENFJ) sees that everyone has the obligation to help out equally for the group. Toph believes that everyone should simply take individual responsibility. Toph doesn’t see how her actions effect other people because of her lack of Fe. Toph is so independent with Ti that she loses sight of how her actions may in fact hurt others.

We also see her having inferior Fe when we contrast her teaching style with Katara’s. Katara’s Fe-Ni sees that Aang needs positive feedback. But Toph’s style doesn’t care for Aang’s feelings. She wants him to be more independent and sees Katara’s reassurances as fake and contrived. As coddling Aang so he can’t reach his actual potential. Toph for herself and others find verbal validation to mean very little. That is inferior Fe.

Trapped Part 13

Summary: In a zombie apocalypse, you meet Jackson and the two of you fight for life and love.

Length: 2617

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After your tears ran out, you just lay there silently in Jackson’s arms. It was weird no longer feeling the weight of your guilt anymore. You felt as if you could just float up into the sky, lighter than a feather, and just blow away. No longer would you have to feel responsible for Mark, and it was a relief knowing he had finally found peace himself.

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17. “I’m Not Jealous.”

Requested by Anon. I hope you like it, and it is what you wanted. :) 

Notes/Warnings: Badly written smut, I do apologise. I am sorry its so long, I think I got a tad carried away. I’ll shorten the next ones. 

Your best friend was Elijah Mikaelson, and you couldn’t ask for a better friend. You were the lucky one though, it was rare that Elijah would make such close friends.

He was handsome, beautiful, he knew everything about you, how to make you smile on a bad day, how to make you feel better despite all the terrible things happening. He was there whenever you called, and vice versa. And of course, you fell in love with him. You fell in love with him the moment the both of you started getting close, but you kept it quiet. You always had that thought, in the back of your mind, that he was too busy with his family to settle down or even fall for you.

But everyone has their secrets. Elijah Mikaelson was in fact, in love with you. He loved being your friend, but he wanted more, he wanted you. You, to himself.

You were both waiting for that day, but neither of you knew when it would come.

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Invisible Scars

A/N: This is the original idea for the Hotch fic I had yesterday. The decision was split between a super long fic and chapters, but I have it at like 6 chapters as of right now so I think that’s a big much.

Trigger Warning: Violence, Physical abuse

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Rhysand vs. Rhys

When I was re-reading ACOTAR, I noticed something interesting about how and when Feyre uses Rhysand’s name.  As we learn during Rhys’s visit to the Spring Court, only his enemies and prisoners refer to him as Rhysand instead of Rhys.  Even Lucien, who considers him an enemy now, still calls him Rhys, which serves to remind the reader of their old friendship and current estrangement.

Feyre, of course, is terrified of (and yet attracted to) the High Lord of the Night Court, and she consistently refers to him as Rhysand for the majority of their interactions.  What I found interesting, though, is when the shift in inner monologue starts switching from Rhysand the Enemy to Rhys the Ally and Friend.  When he plays his part as Amarantha’s whore, he is Rhysand in Feyre’s mind, but in her moments of empathy, she slips and calls him Rhys.  What’s really cool is that this is such a subtle way to show her changing feelings towards him over the course of ACOTAR, as she begins to slowly see past his mask to the man beneath.  

So, some examples of this shift, when Rhysand suddenly becomes Rhys:

- When Rhys spares the Summer High Lord and his fae.  Rather than reveal their secret or shatter the fae’s mind, Rhys keeps quiet and shows mercy by ending the fae’s life quickly. Feyre: “[…]out of the corner of my eye I saw the Summer High Lord sag a bit–enough to make me wonder…wonder what sort of choice Rhys had made in that moment he’d taken to search the male’s mind. […] Rhys slipped a hand out of his pocket, and it dangled at his side.” Feyre sees Rhys in this moment, though to all the courts he is still Rhysand, a sentiment that is represented and symbolized by Amarantha’s continuous use of his full name when ordering him to extract the fae’s secrets and shatter his mind.  Only Feyre sees the hint of mercy and humanity in Rhys, the silent and invisible struggle taking place in his mind.

- Interestingly enough, Feyre thinks of him as Rhys when he kisses her in the hallway.  This is a complicated scene since he does it because Amarantha is about to discover Feyre and Tamlin’s secret, but as Feyre’s other actions/responses have indicated previously, her thinking of him as Rhys in this moment could signal her underlying attraction to him. (Even though she wants to hit him.) But yeah, he kisses her and she thinks of him as Rhys, and then when Amarantha and the others appear, Feyre immediately thinks of him as Rhysand.  He has donned his mask to re-enter the game (though, as she realizes later, he had already donned the mask moments earlier, during the kiss itself). He continues to be Rhysand in front of the court afterward, though he is Rhys when he lets her go for the night, saying, “I’m tired of you for tonight. […] Go back to your cell.”

-In the cell, Feyre also thinks of him as Rhys.

It is not Rhysand who steps out of the shadows into her cell the night before the Third Task, but Rhys.  This is a key scene between the two because he takes off the mask for her yet again.  He’s lonely and afraid, and the only person he feels he can trust is Feyre. So he talks to her as himself - not the villain, not the whore, but as a man who is doing everything in his limited power to protect his court. Feyre says that “their world rested on my shoulders, Rhys had said.” This transition in names is important because it symbolizes Feyre’s growing trust in and understanding of Rhys.  This is one of their most sincere conversations, and it sets them up for their actions in the battle following the Third Task.

- AND MY FAVORITE MOMENT OF TRANSITION: THE FINAL BATTLE SCENE. When Amarantha is torturing Feyre, Rhys finally rips off the proverbial mask to save her. (He might as well have flung it off the mountain for all he seemed to care about maintaining appearances here lol).  This is such a great scene because he didn’t HAVE to save her.  The only person truly at risk in this moment was Feyre; Rhys could have waited and schemed a new way to stop Amarantha and save his court.  But he doesn’t.  He sees Feyre in pain and can’t stand it. Even though he knows it is futile, even though he KNOWS this can only lead to his death, he still goes to her aid, when no one else would or could. (When you win his loyalty, JEEZ does he come through.) 

But yes, Rhys screams her name MULTIPLE times “like he cared” and takes an ash dagger to Amarantha (though unsuccessfully).  At this point, at the beginning of his fight, he is Rhysand.  We get to see how the public and Feyre see him in this moment, before they understand the truth. He is Rhysand, the villain and whore.  But his actions don’t add up with his persona; he’s FIGHTING Amarantha, and by the point that he is lying on the bloody, cracked tile, groaning in pain, Feyre (and the others) finally understand. His carefully crafted illusion is shattered: he is not Rhysand, but Rhys.  Not their enemy, but their friend.  He had been plotting against Amarantha all of this time. An anti-hero, indeed.

Feyre subtly switches from calling him Rhysand to Rhys at this point: “Rhys groaned. ‘Stop,’ I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to reach her feet. ‘Please.’ Rhys’s arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble.  His eyes met mine. The bond between us went taut.”

Ah, the bond.  I loved the subtle transition in his name leading up to this moment of connection; it really solidifies Feyre’s empathy and understanding of him. Feyre finally sees Rhys for who he is, and she tries to save him in return - the fae who risked everything so she wouldn’t fight alone or die alone. They are more alike than Feyre could have ever realized.

- And finally the famous good-bye scene at the end.

Yep, Rhys appears here as well, though it’s still mixed in with Rhysand. While they discuss the bargain, Feyre says that “Rhys smiled slightly, his wings rustling and then settling,” and later, “Rhys flashed a grin.” Feyre can finally see beyond his mask, and the name Rhys flows more readily in her thoughts.  This isn’t to say that Rhysand disappears entirely, because he doesn’t. But that’s part of the reason why I’m so excited for ACOMAF. Right now there is still the split in his persona between Rhysand and Rhys, and while Feyre is beginning to become more adept at seeing Rhys, the Rhysand mask isn’t going to come and STAY completely off around her until ACOMAF. As SJM said, Feyre is going to discover all of his secrets in book 2. Only THEN do I think will we be seeing a lot more of the real Rhys beneath the scary High Lord Rhysand persona he must put on.  It’s going to be so awesome. 

As Feyre says in that last scene with him, “I didn’t doubt I’d see Rhys again soon.” I don’t doubt it, either; in fact, I think we’ll be seeing a LOT more of Rhys, and I’m excited to see just what he’s like. :)

(Also, on a side note, I love the fact that the modified ACOMAF synopsis says that Feyre will begin to “understand her growing feelings for Rhys.” Not Rhysand, but Rhys. This probably wasn’t intentional, but I still loved it, because it’s so true. It’s Rhys that she feels so connected to, beneath his mask.)

…dear goodness, this became much longer than I planned again.  Why do all of my Rhys-meta posts become so LONG? Ah well, hope you guys enjoyed! :)

You Can Still Change It

It doesn’t matter how bad a situation has gotten, or how far you have veered off of the road you WANTED to be on. You can still change it. Physical reality can shift and change into something much better, and it can happen quickly.

All you need to do is create an INNER shift. That might be taking a few hours to meditate and breathe. It might be taking more time to play and have fun. It might be reciting a simple mantra like, “I allow miracles in my life.”

Sometimes the smallest things can trigger the biggest, most welcome changes.

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request of one of the boys (doesn't matter who) teaching you how to masturbate? :)

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You lived with the boys together in a big apartment and since they were on tour and your boyfriend broke up with you, you were really getting frustrated. Sexually frustrated. You normally had always a boyfriend; you never had to do it yourself. But now you were so horny and you didn’t really now how to do it yourself. You sat on the couch, pressing your thighs together and watching a movie. You tried to keep yourself busy so you didn’t think of the aching between your legs and you hoped the boys would come home soon. You cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and your own room and then the boys came. You ran to the door and hugged them all tightly. “I missed you so much. It was so quiet without you.,” you said to them. “We missed you too.,” said Michael. “Let’s watch a movie!” Luke shouted. You all sat on the couch together and watched some random movie. You were pressing your thighs together again and you tried to relieve yourself a bit by rubbing your inner thighs. You shifted uncomfortably to try to create more pressure between your thighs. “Is everything ok?” Calum asked you, he noticed that you felt not very comfortable. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” you said, faking a smile. As the movie ended you all went into your rooms and went to bed. You took all your clothes off and decided to sleep naked, hoping it would somehow to something against the aching in between your legs. You just laid there and tried to fall asleep as Calum came in. You quickly tried to pull the blanket over your body but you failed. He closed the door and sat on the bed. “Now tell me, what’s wrong. You can’t lie to me.,” he said and he was right, you couldn’t lie to him. “I-I’m just a bit… I just don’t feel very well. That’s all.” you stuttered. “You sure that’s all?”, he moved his hand up your thigh, “I don’t think that’s all.” He moved his hand higher and you moaned. You quickly covered your mouth, hoping he didn’t hear it. “I know what’s wrong. Why don’t you just do it yourself?” he asked, laughing a bit. “I-I don’t… I don’t know how.” you stuttered embarrassed. “Let me help you.” he said and moved in between your legs. “No, could… could you just teach me how I can do it myself?” you asked, although the thought of him eating you out was almost unbearable. “Ok.” he said and moved behind you, your back against his chest. “First tease yourself a bit, play with your boobs or move one hand up and down your inner thighs.,” he told you. You moved your hands over your nipples and they instantly hardened, making you moan quietly. “Yeah just like that and now move one hand down and rub your clit lightly.,” he whispered in your ear. He took your hand in his and moved it down. You rubbed your clit and you laid your head on his shoulder, moaning louder than before. You bucked your hips, wanting more. “Now move that pretty little fingers inside you.,” he said. He took two of your fingers and moved them inside you. “Ohh god!” you moaned as you moved them in and out of you. “You’re doing great, now go faster and try to find you G-Spot.,” he groaned into your ear, moving kisses up and down your neck. “Fuck, Calum!” you moaned, moving faster. You panted heavily and started clenching around your fingers. “Do you want me to help you finish?” he asked you, moving his hands to your breast, massaging them. “Yes, please.” you moaned and he removed your fingers and replaced them with his own. “Ohhh god!” you moaned as his fingertips rubbed against you G-Spot perfectly. Your legs began to shake and you arched your back, clenching your walls around his fingers. “Fuck Calum! Faster!” you moaned loudly. He moved his fingers faster and kissed your neck again. “Come for me.” he whispered in your ear and that was all it took for you to come all over his fingers. “Calum!” you screamed, grabbing the sheets. You panted heavily and he rode you through your orgasm. “Wanna taste?” he held his fingers in front of your mouth and you sucked on them, tasting yourself. He groaned as he watched you suck at his fingers. “Do you think you know how to do it now?” he asked you. “Yeah I’m pretty sure I can do it myself now. Thank you for the help.” you said and smiled. He stood up and said good night. Just as he was almost out the door you asked, “I think you need a little help too.” and giggled. “I can take care of it myself. Now go to sleep princess.” he said and left. You cuddled up in your bed and fell asleep quickly.