just watched this for the billionth time

Listen, listen. The fact Eliot Spencer’s response to Parker being upset and asking if they could kill the guy who upset her was a shrug and, “Yeah. I mean, I could.” will never, ever not be important to me.

Sehun | Oh Sehun

One Day

You attend your sister’s wedding with your boyfriend Sehun - along with his group members - and you begin to think about your future.

Fortunately Intoxicated

A very drunk Sehun comes to say something very important and over due to you.

Truth or Dare (M)

You’re playing ‘Truth or Dare’ with your best friend Sehun and he’s determined to get you to admit that you like him

A While Now

You are EXO’s stylist noona and the boys are constantly trying to hint Sehun’s huge crush on you

Practically Perfect

Your best friend keeps insisting for you to date her boyfriends friend and you refuse to meet him. Little do you know that fate had exactly that planned for you…

Every Step of the Way

You find out a life changing decision and you’re not sure how your boyfriend Sehun will react, so you try to keep it to yourself. But his oblivion doesn’t last long.

Just Hold Me

(University AU)Sehun gets back from a long day of classes and all he wants to do is come to your dorm room and cuddle.

New Butterflies

(High School AU) You are in a detention with your best friend Sehun - who actually decided to show up to one for the first time - and things seem a little different whilst shelving the books.

Confession Confusion  

(High School AU) You are determined to find out who Sehun likes even though you have feelings for him yourself.

Possessive Trait

(High School AU) You are grouped up with Jongdae and Baekhyun during Chemistry and Sehun can’t help but feel a little neglected *cough* Jealous *cough* when you hang out with the boys 

No Promises  

(High School AU) The popular Sehun asks for help with homework and gets your number and ends up falling for you as he spends time with you in classes

Overlooked Efforts

(Harry Potter AU) You claim to be not jealous of Sehun’s new study accomplice, deciding to make him jealous in revenge. Well that ends well…

Game Day

(Harry Potter AU) The star player of Slytherin -who also happens to be your boyfriend- is intently waiting for you to watch him at his Quiditch game, but you’re unsure whether to go or not.

Not -so-Secret Date

I let out a little giggle as he looked up at me flashing me that charming smile of his. I began running my fingers through his scalp as he continued to watch me with pure adoration in his eyes

Because I Love You

Maybe a highly appreciative boyfriend is something we all deserve, I’m just really lucky I have one…

Tree Topper

“I wish we could stay like this forever Y/N” He seriously sighed into my neck, as I reached down and ran my fingers through his soft locks, nodding in agreement.

Pin Me Down

“Come on Y/N, I was actually hoping for some competition” He cockily smirked, hovering over me as I rolled my eyes for the billionth time during the fight.

Tracing Patterns

I let a small smile take over my lips before slowly turning in his arms, which still didn’t stop his subconscious actions.

Hold me Close

I let out a little sigh before removing my hand, and finally looking up at his bare upper-half, just to flash him a tired smile before shutting my eyes again.

Unwind (M)

He sighed a little in content, and I continued to play with his locks in the attempt of relieving some of the stress from the day.

Leave a Mark (M)

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and let out a little sigh.

Something New

I cut off his pointless rambling as I placed my small hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss to reassure him of my happiness

Surprise Arrivals

I couldn’t help but marvel at her hopes of seeing him so soon. Missing him was one of the hardest things for her, yet she fought through it like the strong girl Sehun and I raised her to be.

Sunrise Serenity (M)

 I lightly leaned my back against his bare chest as he placed his head snugly into the crook of my neck, and I continued to now quietly hum the words.

Shut Up and Kiss Me 

I pulled away unwillingly and giggled as he leant his head back up trying to follow my lips; raising my eyebrow at the smug smirk plastered onto his face.

Last First Kiss

From his luscious lips, down to his perfectly jawline in addition to his long - single mole adorned - neck, which were all tied together by his beautiful milky white skin; complimenting his sharp features almost too perfectly.

Kiss Under the Stars (M)

My heart gently fluttered when I felt him lowering his body a bit to rest his head on my shoulder, taking me by surprise as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

Jealous Drive (M)

I shook my head at him before deciding to walk back to the comfort of the bar, but he was quick to grab my wrist and pull me to his front. “Dance with me” He brought his soft lips to my ear.

Fun in the Sun

As soon as you gave up and decided to wait for him at the shore, you felt a pair of hands grab your hips delicately and all you could do was let out a shriek at the top of your lungs in surprise.

Baby Steps - Daddy Daughter Day - Morning Routine

New dad Sehun is more than a little nervous and hesitant of his father skills, so you have to reassure him of how great of a dad he is.

Walking Away - Always Be the One

Letting you go seemed to be one of the worst decisions Sehun had made, but would you be willing to forgive him if he tried winning you back?

Stone Cold - Happiness in You (ft Kim Jongin)

Jongin is excited to introduce you to his new girlfriend, being completely oblivious of the fact that you have feelings for him. But there is only person keeping you emotionally stable through this, and it happens to be your friend Oh Sehun.

Don’t Say You Love Me (ft Park Chanyeol) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 ||

Your singleness becomes a bother to your brother like best friends Baekhyun and Junmyeon. This results in them setting out to find you your so-called soul mate, without consulting you of course. But will they both decide to agree on the same guy to be your perfect match?


“It’s a party?”

Yes.” Dandy rolled his eyes and pulled you roughly along through the hotel hallway. “I’ve told you now for the billionth time. I’m a very special guest that they are honouring for my performance at the freakshow. And you’re my plus one. Now hurry up, your slowness is irritating.”

Walking into the room, you greeted by all sorts of people. They all had the same energetic, wild atmosphere around them but none of them stood out just as much as the host of the party. You had thought he was watching Dandy at first, but his eyes were strictly on you. His expression looked lost, dumbstruck, but his eyes remained dark and longing. 

“What is he staring at?” Dandy demanded, pulling on your arm a few times to get your attention. 

“I don’t know,” you confessed, watching as the host began to walk over. “But I’m sure we’re about to find out.” 

The man smiled when he reached you and and took your free hand, giving it a small kiss. “I’m James Patrick March, and you are?”


Adult children don’t visit often enough?  Seem weirdly guarded and closed-off when they do?

Here’s an idea: not turning every visit into a dramatic referendum on their entire lifestyle!  Instead of tearful/screaming “interventions” about their every choice, complete with reality-show-style soliloquies about “I’ve tried so hard, so haaaard, but I can’t sit and watch this go on,” you just have a nice visit and let them live their life!

It’s so counter-intuitive, it just might work!


Favorite Movies - [2/?]

The Vicious Kind (2009) - Directed by Lee Toland Krieger 

“Say there’s someone in your life, and you know you can’t be in love with them; you don’t really know them… Maybe you know that you’re not really right for them… You know that whatever it is your feeling is really just an attraction towards an image of that person you’ve create in your mind?”


Okay so I was watching the last few minutes of the Supernatural Season Finale again for like the billionth time and when it shows Sam walking into the house and he sees the ‘nephillum’ and it was just sitting there and my mom comes down the stairs and sees the TV and this is what happened:

Mom: “Woah what happened to Misha or Cas the Angel”
Me: “Mom that’s not Cas it’s the nephillum”
Mom: “Looks like Cas, is Cas the nephillum?”
Me: “Omg”

WHAT IF CAS IS THE FUCKING NEPHILLUM?! Or maybe the Nephillum just took on Cas’s image, not necessarily take his whole body but just make himself look like Cas. Like a shapeshifter.
BECAUSE COME ON, that is no baby. We can clearly see that. And they can’t kill off Cas and Misha is apparently supposed to be in season 13. So either the nephillum either took Cas’s image or he took over how whole body and gave all his powers to Cas. So maybe Cas will become all powerful or some shit. I DONT KNOW GUYS BUT ME AN MY MOTHER ANALYZED HIS FACE FOR A LOOOOONG TIME. And they can cover up his features with CGI or makeup sooooooo


anonymous asked:

Can you do BTS or GOT7 reacting to walking into your shared bedroom and you had you headphones/ earbuds on really loud and you're listening to "emo" bands like my chemical romance, fall out boy, panic! At the disco, twenty one pilots, pierce the veil, the 1975, and all time low. Please and sorry if this is confusing but hopefully you understand 🖤🖤

Hey! I’m assuming this is a g/f situation?


Originally posted by exoandbtsarelifereactions

He walked in after practice to see you rocking out to Paramore.  “Ignorance is your new best friend, ignorance is your new best friend!” Your headphones weren’t plugged in, so he could hear exactly what you were listening too. Jin was finding it really entertaining, seeing you so free from your usual poised state suddenly turned him on with your seductive head bops and lip biting. 

“Shit, babe I didn’t see you there!”  You said embarrassed discovering him against the door watching you with a grin on his face. 

“Well this is a change from your usual stuff.” Jin laughed, crossing his arms against the door. 

You blushed, ‘I have a lot of music tastes’. You said shrugging, before kissing him on the tip of his nose because he looked so cute watching you.


Originally posted by leojuseyo

“I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone..”

You were singing the lyrics to MCR, but absentmindedly as you finished off the last bits of your essay. Your voice was more haunting than punk, but Yoongi picked up on the lyrics.

“Why walk alone? You have me, brat.” He’d say before engulfing you in a cuddle. He knew that you were a massive pop punk fan, but this lyric came out of the blue and he looked at you looking rather vulnerable. He just couldn’t stop enveloping you in a hug. 


Originally posted by morekpopmore

“She wants to dance like Uma Thurman, bury me till I confess!”

You had Fall Out Boy blasting on full blast, dancing around with a hairbrush as a mic when Hoseok came home from practice. Finding your dance hillarious, he snuck up behind you and started rocking out too. 

You both rocked out, until he engulfed you from behind and started slowing you down.

“Slow, dances now baby.” He’d say as he changed the music to something much more slower, so he could tease the hell out of you. Hoseok and dancing is a win win situation, it’s where he seduces the best. 


Originally posted by ksjknj

“The dullest knife just sawing back and forth, and ripping through the softest skin there ever was.’ You had Paramore on in the background whilst you finished reading your anthology for your Literature paper. 

Namjoon was at the other end of the couch you were sitting on, and was immersed in his own writing till he heard the lyrics.

“Is this song about losing your virginity?” He asked. 

You looked up confused, because you hadn’t been paying attention to the lyrics. 

“Listen. Ripping through the softest skin there ever was. It’s penetration, jagi.” 

You sighed, of course your lyrical genius of a boyfriend would be able to guess the meanings of Paramore songs. Though, when you thought about it- it really did match. 

“Oh my god, you’re right!” You said, playing the song back again. 

“You can thank me by ki-” Namjoon’s efforts to get a kiss backfired as you rushed upstairs to call your Paramore fangirls. 


Originally posted by ji-min

“She lives in a fairytale, somewhere too far for us to find, forgot the taste and smell of a world that she’s left behind…” You watched your 15th Paramore video and Jimin was next to you, just watching in fascination too. 

He was picking up on their vocal abilities, and becoming a fan himself.

“She sings well.” He’s say, a shy smile on his face as he watched with you. 


Originally posted by highshin

“I’m coming with you Dear Maria count me in!” All Time Low blared out from your laptop whilst you were surfing the web on Tae’s lap. 

You kept on checking the video to see how Alex Gaskarth for the billionth time, your crush on him never quite went away.

“I’m better.” Taehyung said lightly, kissing you on the cheek. 

“No, Alex is.”

“What did you say?” He said, tickling your sides.

“A- A- okay Taehyung you are!” You guys ended up laughing on the floor from your brief fluffy moment. 


Originally posted by roselstra

“Damned if I do ya damned if I don’t!” You were dancing around in Jungkook’s shirt messing your hair around. Jungkook came in after a long day of practice and leaned against the door, his eyes taking in how sexy you looked dancing around in his shirt rocking out to punk pop music. 

He looked down thinking about sinful his thoughts were. 

“Oh, Jungkook!” You yelled, after realising he was watching.

“Damned if you don’t do me now, baby.” He’d say, a predatory glance in his eyes as he stalked his way towards you. 

AN: Okay, this wasn’t difficult for me to write at all anon. I’m a former pop punk girl, from when I was around 14-15. To the extent- I met Alex Gaskarth in London once!

I know most songs from the bands you mentioned too, hope you enjoy! 

Okay so after watching the film for the billionth time, I can’t stop imagining an Ever After enjoltaire au:

Prince Grantaire that does what he wants bc bitch he’s royalty try and stop him until enj stops him by just fukin’ lobbing apples at him bc ur a grown man you can’t just do what you want all the time bc you’re royal you douche!!!
this entire scene: E: “A servant is not a thief, your Highness, and those who are cannot help themselves.” (Charming yet,,,, sassy)
R: “Really! Well then by all means, enlighten us.”
E: “If you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners corrupted from infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded, sire, but that you first make thieves and then punish them?” (aka. ‘fite me’)
Grantaire meeting and being enamoured by DaVinci
•Grantaire constantly angsting about his love of enj to DaVinci
•Enj freeing the slaves
•Combeferre = Gustav
•Les Amis being the travellers that are invited to the ball

thank u for listening

anonymous asked:

Why is it that if you're not in the "clique" of tickle fetishists, it's so hard to get people to talk to you? I thought this community was supposed to be accepting but..ive tried talking to so many people and nobody ever wants to talk..

a feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals.

Here we go again, the never ending tale of “cliques” and the “big blogs”
I really don’t believe that there is any cliques or any sort of hierarchy system here. It’s just people that have developed friendships and interact with each other. It takes work and equal effort to create friendships with people online. You can’t expect instant results. This is a surprisingly accepting place, you will come across people that are shitheads but that’ll happen everywhere you go. If you truly are not getting any response back from people, there’s a chance you need to look back at how yore approaching these conversations. 99% of people in this community are not out to be malicious, hurtful, judgemental people.

There’s also something you need to understand, which feels ridiculous to say but I know I need to state this. People do have lives outside of their blogs here. They have jobs and schooling and relationships to attend to outside of here. No one will be constantly be available to you.

Again, just so we are CRYSTAL clear, building relationships with people through the internet, particularly when it involves something as intimate as kinks and fetishes and such, takes time and patience and effort from both parties. And it will never be instantaneous.

Lastly, make sure you’re making the effort to learn about these people you’re trying to interact with, outside of this kink. Ask them how their day is? What their favourite flavour of ice cream is? What movie could they watch a thousand times over and not get sick of? We are not just our kink or fetish surprisingly enough. We’re people too.

So maybe for the billionth time, maybe I can finally put this whole “clique” business to rest.

anonymous asked:

Would u be able to do a smut scenario where Jimin is so needy for his wife that he cant think straight. So when he gets home he makes sure to show her how much he loves her and needs her by making her ummm cough cum cough until she cant say anything but his name? Please and thank u if u do, if u can't it's ok...but keep letting those creative juices flow ^.~

Oh God, here we go😩💦

I Need U

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Description: Jimin has spent a long period of time away from his newly wedded wife. He can’t seem to grasp an inkling of patience nor keep his head until he is by your side. Preferably, on top of you.

Genre: Smutty smut smut.

Warning: Cum play, graphic, dom chim chim.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Hyung-” Jimin bit his tongue and groaned irritably to himself as his elder, Jin, got the choreography wrong. Again. “Why can’t you just get it right? This is the billionth time we’ve gone over this stupid part!” Jin stood up straight after catching his breath and he crossed his arms tight across his chest. It was unlike Jimin to be so short tempered and show it, his tone was disrespectful in his opinion. “Ya,” Jin began, eyebrows furrowed tight, “have you forgotten who you’re talking to? I might not be the best at dancing, but you better watch your tone!”

“Hey hey..” Hoseok walked quickly over toward the two who were butting heads. “What’s going on, here?”

“This friend thinks he can talk to me any ol’ kind of way. I don’t know what’s going on but-”

“Stop.” Hoseok said calmly. He then looked down at Jimin who was now running his hands through his hair. He was clearly stressed. Clearly out of it. “You know, you haven’t been all that great at the choreo either today, so maybe you should go easy on Jin-hyung. Why don’t you go take a break and cool down.” Jimin frowned deeply at Hoseok, but he didn’t say anything else. He turned hastily on his heels and he stomped out of the dance studio, slamming the door shut behind him.

“What the hell is his problem?” Yoongi spoke up from his spot on the floor. He was watching from afar along with the other boys who took it upon themselves to just take a break. “I dunno…but he’s definitely not himself.” Taehyung replied and rubbed his arm slowly. “He’s probably just horny.” All eyes were on Namjoon who chuckled after he bluntly assumed Jimin’s problem. “Hyung..” Jungkook gasped and shoved the older male who only began erupting with laughter. “What, what? We’ve known each other this long and you aren’t able to tell when one of us has a hard on? Only a few of us get pissed off like that, Jimin is probably the worst. Whenever he forgets his honorifics or is short tempered, he’s usually gone in seconds to take care of himself. Yoongi-hyung is more irritable than normal which can be kind of scary, and even myself will get hella short tempered. You know that. Tae usually distances himself and is unnaturally quiet, Hope too. You get all serious and blunt, and Jin-hyung. All you ever do is whine when you want to go beat your meat; like we can’t tell. And our baby Kookie..” His eyes trailed down to the magnae who was already turning red when he hadn’t even said anything about him yet. “You’re dangerous.” Namjoon admitted. “Maybe we switch souls and you just break everything and get all clumsy like you forget your own strength. It’s actually amusing.”

“That’s enough, Namjoon.” Jin said finally and sat down as well. “I doubt that’s the case so just leave him alone. Whatever it is must be serious to make him act out that way.”

“He’s right.” Hoseok said and sat beside him. “It’s best we don’t say anything about it until he’s ready to talk. He’ll probably-”

“Probably what, Hyung?” Jimin’s voice startled almost all of them as he stood in the door way, his water bottle held tight in his grasp.

“P-..probably…will get the choreo right this time around…you know, now that you’ve had a break and all.” Jimin rolled his eyes and stepped into the room. He set down his bottle and then stretched out his arms.

“C’mon, what are you all sitting around for? I just want practice to be over already.”

With that said everyone stood up and got back to work. Jimin knew that after this particular practice he would have the rest of the day to himself. He wouldn’t be going back to the dorm. No, he’d go straight to your house, that is, if he could get through the day. He was struggling, tripping over his own feet. His woke member ached, causing him to stop frequently and try his best to conceal the fact that he was secretly palming himself, but it didn’t go unnoticed. His members, aside from Yoongi who could care less about his sexual frustrations, were worried about him and they often thought about cutting practice short. Though that never happened, knowing that they needed every bit of practice for their upcoming performance.

“Jimin, are you alright?” Taehyung asked after practice finally ended. The brunette shook his head rapidly, knowing he couldn’t bring himself to lie. Tae blinked and watched his friend gather his things quickly, shoving everything he had brought with him into his bag. An almost sinister, quiet little chuckle was released through his lips an he smiled at Tae. “Don’t worry though, Tae-tae, I’ll be fine real soon.” After that, he scooped up his cellphone from the floor and then darted out of the room before anyone could say anything else to him.

He was quick to hop into his car, tossing his bag carelessly into the backseat. By this time, it was already late and the sun had nearly completely set for the day. Now that he was in the confines of his own car, he cursed softly to himself and racked his hand through his hair. It took so much out of him to not touch himself that he felt dizzy. He looked downcast toward the taught fabric of his jeans and he realized a growing wet spot. His eyes widened as he ran his finger across the area, realizing almost immediately that it was precrum. “Shit..” He whispered and chewed the inside of his cheek. He needed you so bad that he didn’t know what to do, except…go to you of course. He started his car and then unlocked his phone; pressing number one on speed dial to call your number. It didn’t take long for you to answer.

“Hello?” You answered, pretending to sound as if you weren’t anticipating his call at all. “Anae, my lovely girl, what are you doing?” He asked as he pulled out from his parking spot, and sped out onto the main road. “At this very moment?” He could hear your smile, knowing you were playing dumb on purpose. “Yes,” he said calmly, “at this very moment.”

“Oh you know…I was cleaning up around the house…cooking dinner…um..showering. Don’t tell me you’ll be home late again.”

“No.” He said quickly, “Actually, I’m on my way now. Babe, I don’t want dinner tonight so you eat right now and put mine away.”

“What, why?”

“Damn, don’t make this harder than what it already is.” He hissed as he was stopped by a traffic light, prolonging the time it took to get to your shared apartment. 

“What do you mean?” You frowned softly to yourself as you walked into the kitchen, eyeing the full meal you had made especially for him. “I’m not the one making things hard, Jimin Park. I worked all week to make this stupid meal, not that you’ve been home a lot lately to notice. I fermented this blasted kimchi myself! So don’t tell me I’m making this-”

“Y/N.” He called calmly, hoping to stop you and not aggravate you any more than what you had already become. “It’s not like that, love. I just, don’t think I can focus on dinner right away when I get there. I promise I’ll eat but…just not right when I get there. I have something else planned for us tonight.”

You pouted lightly as you had already begun to clear his plates and store them in the refrigerator. “Like what?” You asked cluelessly. “You’ll know when I get there.” You were’t sure how you felt about that answer, but nonetheless, you did what he said and sat down to eat by yourself. “Oh, Anae, drink lots of water, too, okay?” You could hear him grinning, the engine of his car in the back ground revving up loudly, indicating that he was probably going over the speed limit. “I’ll worry about me.” You responded, “You just make sure you don’t end up in a car accident, or I’ll kill you.” With that said, you hung up the phone before he could say anything else. You weren’t too sure what he was planning, but you hoped it was nothing in vein. You drank water like he asked and you finished eating quickly.

You could hear the password being punched into the keypad outside of the apartment door and you looked up from your spot on the couch. You leaned over to peek around the foyer walls and watched as the door swung open.

“Anae!!” Jimin called loudly. You stood up and walked quickly over to him where you saw he had dropped everything. He had only stopped to lock the door before his eyes trained to yours. Something was off, you could tell by his dark gaze. “What’s wrong?” You asked quietly and watched as he was unzipping his coat and tossing it aside. “Y/N…you really have no idea what you’ve done to me.”

“What do you mean…?” You chewed your lip and took steps back every time he took steps forward. He threw his cap to the floor and then he pulled off his shirt in one swipe, causing you to gasp softly. “What are you doing, Jimin?”

“You were on my mind all day. You made me disrespect my hyung’s because I was so needy for you.” He reached forward and he gripped you around the waist to ensure that you didn’t go anywhere. “I know you’re mad at me for not being around or acknowledging you, but…” Jimin leaned down, his lips were just millimeters away from yours, you could feel his breath against you and it made you blush, “let me make it up to you.” He whispered finally before he caught you on the mouth. He kissed you hard. It was a little sloppy but love and passion could be found clearly. You were taken aback so that you almost couldn’t register what was going on. But soon your mind caught up with your heart and you returned his kiss. You threw your arms around his shoulders and he lifted you up, carrying into your shared bedroom. He broke the kiss and then threw you on the bed where he crawled up along with you. He sat up on his knees and then pointed to the wet spot on his jeans.

“See what you did to my pants?” He murmured. “Why do you drive me so crazy?” Your face flooded red as you looked curiously at the space he pointed to.

“What is that?” You asked him and sat up a little.

“Why don’t you help me out of these things and find out.” He replied. You sat up all the way and you did so without another word. You reached up and gripped the waist band of his jeans and unbuttoned them before unzipping them as well. You then tugged the material down along with his underwear. When they reached his mid thighs, his member sprung out angrily. It slapped against his naval before bouncing into an erect position. Clear precum spewed from the red tip and Jimin grunted lightly in relief from the confines of his jeans. You stared at his member for all of a second before you shifted into a laying position, wanting to take him into your mouth and take care of him after seeing what you were doing to him, but he stopped you.

“Not tonight, love.” He said gently and made you sit up again. “I’m going to remind you of how much I love you. You looked at him again as you returned to your seated position. He pulled you forward once more and then kissed you again. His hands gathered the hem of your shirt before he broke the kiss to swipe the thin piece of fabric over your head. Then again, your lips were connected. You hummed softly when his hands gripped your clothed breasts and began to massage them through your bra. He pushed you backwards so that you lay on your back. He licked at your bottom lip, asking for entry that you willingly allowed and soon his muscle invaded your wet cavern. His hands trailed from your chest to your back where he unhooked your bra and pulled it off of you without separating your mouths. Next, he gripped the waist of your sweats and pulled them down your legs until they were completely off. You raised your hips upward to make it easier for him, and once your legs were freed, you wrapped them around his waist. He chuckled softly against your mouth before he pulled away and trailed his kisses across your jaw to your neck. He sucked little purple blossoms into the tender skin emitting a soft moan from your swollen lips. His hands again found your breasts and he played and squeezed with the peeks. His lips continued to travel south until he was leaving a trail of butterfly kisses across your collarbone, between your breasts, across your navel, all the way until he reached your core where he stopped. He pressed a kiss there and you shivered. You tried to remember the last time you saw him in this position, but you failed to recall the memory. He smirked and spread your legs wide before he dipped his head and presented the folds of your core a kitten lick. A shaky whimper was your reaction.

“Jimin..” You mewled, wishing desperately that he would just relieve some pressure. He didn’t deny you tonight. This time he licked a stripe in between your folds, his tongue lingering on your clit. Your hips bucked in response and another moan fell from your mouth. He wrapped his mouth around the little sensitive bundle and he began to suckle, hoping to get as much of a response as he could. He just wanted to make you feel good and could put off his own neediness for a while longer.

“Oh my god Jimin!” You groaned loudly. Your hand flailed around wildly before it found its place tangled in his soft locks. You tugged just lightly and he took this as a sign to do more. So he did. His tongue licked downward to your hole. He licked a few stripes across it before he darted his tongue in and then out way to quickly for you to register. Before you could open your mouth again to complain his tongue was back inside you and this time he went slower and deeper. A finger joined him, his index slowly pressing underneath his tongue and into your heat. He pumped a few times before he pulled his tongue out again and brought his attention back to you clit. You writhed and arched your back to press further against him. Your legs had been shaking as you were sensitive from his lack of touch lately. You called his name again and moaned loudly the moment he flattened his wet muscle against your bundle of nerves. He added a second finger before he shook his head from side to side. You were already quickly reaching your first orgasm of the night and he had barely gotten started. Your breath picked up and you began panting. You pushed at his head and began grinding into his mouth and fingers.

“Faster, please Jimin..” You moaned out, and he obliged; pumping his fingers at a faster rate. You moaned louder with delight. You felt a knotting in your belly and you knew you were almost there. “J-Jimin. I-I’m-” You began, but the words were lost the moment you felt him curl his fingers upward into your spot. You cried out and nearly clamped your legs together around his head. If it weren’t for his free hand to stop you, it would have happened. He cupped his mouth over your heat the moment the knot in your stomach came undone and you came. He drank up your juices as if he had been dehydrated for a deathly amount of time. No drop was left, he didn’t allow any to spill. He looked up and watched your face contort with pleasure and he was satisfied with this job. He sat up and licked his lips before his hands were on each side of your head.

“How was that, jagi?” He whispered and pressed a kiss against your chin. Your eyes fluttered back open to look at him and you smiled. “I think it was a step toward me forgiving you.” You replied breathlessly. He scoffed softly and gripped your hips again, pulling them upwards against his. “Then I hope what I do next will really change your mind.” He said quietly. This was it. He had painfully been waiting for this moment all day. All he could think of now was being buried deep inside of you, and that was his next move. He grinded down against your heat, eliciting a tiny moan from your lips. “We’ll see.” You tested with a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth. He would take your challenge. He reached down and gripped his cock, He rubbed the tip of his cock in between your folds, lubricating you with his pre-cum. He hissed softly to himself, his tip being overly sensitive from waiting so long. Your reached up, finding purchase on his shoulders to brace yourself. You watched his expression which had turned into something more serious. You assumed he meant business.

Before you realized it, he was pushing into you. It was just his tip that had stretched you and caught your off guard. Your back bowed and you whined pathetically. You could hear his breath hitch. He paused for only a moment before he pushed more of him into you. Once you were filled to the hilt, he pulled back again without letting you adjust. Your nails dug into his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his hips. You bit your lip, suddenly feeling embarrassed about your constant sounds, but he was not happy about that. He bent down and kissed underneath your ear before thrusting back into you. You both let out a muffled moan.

“I want to hear you, baby.” He whispered and again pulled backwards. “Don’t be afraid, now. Your moans are sexy.” With that said, he thrusts into you once more, but this time he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, working up a rhythmic pace. You released your bottom lip from in between your teeth and you moaned freely again after his reassurance. After every long stroke you moaned out loudly, whining and mewling variations of his name. “Faster!” You managed in between each slur of a moan. “Harder!” Again, he obliges with no problem. His hips snapped faster into, harder and you were a reduced to a moaning mess. Your vision had clouded as you were sent into a euphoric state. Hot and electric ecstasy boiled your blood and you were sure you had reached some form of heaven. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders tight and you held on for dear life. Jimin grunted and groaned close to your ear, the sounds were sex itself. His bangs clung to his forehead as a sheen of sweat covered his body from exertion. You wondered what was going through his head at that moment, but there was nothing you could say or do to get him to express anything other than his groans.

One of your hand trailed up to his messy damp hair and you tugged gently, knowing it was something he liked. He moaned in response to this action and somehow, if it were possible, he moved faster, A string of explicits left your mouth and that same knotting feeling began in your stomach again. “Jimin!” You cried out. But this time he slowed to a stop.”Wait,” he whispered, “not yet.” You whined just like a bratty child and you began bucking your hips, hoping to get more friction this way, but he gripped your waist to stop you. He pulls out and the empty feeling almost brought you to tears. You were so close and he snatched it away from you just like that. You were suddenly being flipped over onto your stomach. You raised your head curiously and turned your head to look at him.

“What are you waiting for. Get on your hands and knees.” He commanded, and you did so, so fast you weren’t sure of yourself. He slapped your ass causing you to lurch forward and yelp. Before you could utter a word, he gripped your waist and then pushed himself back into you, filling you up deliciously fast. You weren’t sure of the noise you had made in response, not that you cared anymore. Your mind immediately fogged away to nothing as the only thing you could focus on was his cock and the pleasure it gave you. He began thrusting again, pulling almost all the way out, before thrusting hard into you again. He worked up a pace quickly. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room and it had only been music to your ears. A long deep moan fell from your mouth and you lowered down onto your forearms for better support of yourself. You could hear him moaning over you and you moaned along with him. One of your hands reached behind you. You wanted to touch him, any part of him. You were almost surprised to feel his hand grip yours and lace fingers with you. He held tight onto your hand as he pounded into you repeatedly. He wouldn’t stop this time. You both were at the tip of your highs and wanted nothing more than to feel the pleasure of reaching your climax. You began shaking again as you were losing strength in your legs and arms. once again, you felt that familiar knotting in your stomach and you hoped to God that he wouldn’t take it away again. Your walls clenched around him once. Then again. Once more until you were spasming uncontrollably around him. He moaned out loudly and let go of your hand. Instead he gripped your hair and tugged your head backwards, slightly cutting off your air supply. You cried out as he snapped his hips harder into you. His thrusts becoming erratic and uneven. He was close.

He thrusted into you a few more times before you both reached the end. You internal knot snapped and you came around him. At the same time he released his white hot seed into you, filling you to the brim until it spilled back out down your inner thigh. He slowly milked out the rest of your releases until you collapsed underneath him, panting hard to catch your breath. “J-Jimin..” You whispered quietly. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him. How much you forgave him and trusted him with everything. But he fucked you out and the only thing you could utter was his name. Jimin slowly pulled out of you and rolled you over onto your back. He laid down beside you and then pulled you tight into his grasp. “I love you. Don’t ever forget that.” He whispered to you. He pushed your messy hair from your face and then planted a kiss to your forehead. You nodded the best you could in response, then your eyes fluttered shut.

He had made it clear enough. He loved you and he needed you.

anonymous asked:

Maul + Reader, 61 and 9?

Characters: Reader x Maul 

Warnings: violence

Prompts: 9: “Quit it or I’ll bite.” 61: “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

Word Count: 335

A/N: didn’t really know where to go with this, hope it’s okay !


Maul scowled as you dropped your lightsaber for what seemed to be the billionth time. He turned around to you as you sheepishly bent down to pick it up.

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” he hissed, and you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing. You had been trying, unsuccessfully, to twirl your lightsaber, but had instead just been constantly dropping it. “If you weren’t my apprentice, I might’ve just killed you already.”

“Harsh.” you muttered to yourself as Maul turned back around, watching a group of clones standing around a ship. You were sent to ambush them and hijack the ship, and Maul reached for his lightsaber. He beckoned for you to come closer, and you stood by his side. He was about to lunge forward when you suddenly saw a red light appear on his chest. Eyes wide, you grabbed his arm and pulled him away just as a bullet sliced through the air where the light had been. 

The clones immediately began firing in your direction, and Maul groaned loudly in frustration as the two of you turned around to run.

“They found us!” you yelled over the gunfire as you ducked into a narrow street, and Maul scowled. 

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” he roared, turning around momentarily to deflect a blaster bolt. More clones appeared around the corner, and Maul continued to run.

“Well, I didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re thinking.” you shrugged, slicing open the door to a building and ducking inside, Maul close behind you. 

“I don’t care.” he glared at you, looking around. “How are we going to escape? That ship was supposed to be our way out of here!”

“Aren’t you glad I’m you’re apprentice?” you teased as you flicked on the lights, and Maul realized he was standing inside a garage of some sorts which was lined with speeders. You hopped onto one of them and flicked on the engine, and gave him a wicked grin. “Shall we?”

Jump-scares and Mom Cares

Originally posted by fuckingworsnopfronzak

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53

Characters: Y/n, Scott, Liam, Isaac, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, Allison 

Pairing: Scott x Y/n (female), Liam x Y/n (motherly type of bond)

Word count: 752

Warnings: Nothing at all, just a cute Liam fluff fic with some adorable Scott in it

Summary: While watching a movie, Liam needs comforting from his pack mom

A/N: This was based on a reqest from an anon-  Would you be able to write a teen wolf one where it is a female reader and dating Scott but the pack have a movie night (horror) and Liam is scared but doesn’t say anything until something makes him jump but he accidentally jumps into Scotts lap and everyone is laughing at him, so the reader pulls him on to her lap and cuddles him making sure he’s okay so he snuggled into her and when the reader nests looks at him he has fallen asleep in her arms. Please and thank you X

Also read my other series The Beginning Of The End- Part 1 link. other parts found in the masterlist below


The entire pack arrived at my house for a sleepover, my parents being away for the week, a romantic getaway to Paris. How cliché. As everyone walked in, Scott took me in his arms and kissed me.

He was so adorable, he loved me so much. It was cute. I always teased him about how much he loved me and he’d just smile like a child, shy and embarrassed. But he knew I loved him back just as much.

Leaving my friends in the living room to fight over a movie to watch, Lydia wanting a rom-com, Stiles wanting damn Star Wars for the billionth time and everyone else not really caring, I went to the kitchen and got a few snacks. Chocolate, candy, ice cream and crisps and ordered a few pizzas, hoping they’d get here soon.

Walking into the living room, I saw a different movie starting. “What the hell is this” I asked, looking at the creepy imagery on the screen. “Well since we couldn’t decide on what to watch, we compromised and settled on The Ring” Lydia answered. “Oh, ok”, I replied, the snacks almost falling out of my hands.

Scott immediately came over once he saw me and took the food, placing the things on the coffee table. I walked over to the sofa and sat down, Scott next to me with Liam on his other side, Kira squashed against the end, while Stiles and Lydia sat on the other sofa, Allison and Isaac on the floor.

As the movie went on, Scott moved his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. I relaxed against him, my head against his firm muscles, hearing the beating of his heart. He smelt amazing. I was so glad he was mine.

As the movie kept going, I saw Liam looking away constantly, playing with his hands, avoiding looking at the screen. As I was about to say something, the scene with the girls screwed up face came up and Liam suddenly jumped up screaming, landing in Scott’s lap.

Everyone tore their eyes away from the screen at the sound, turning to see Liam on Scott’s lap. Stiles burst out laughing, the idiot that he was, while Isaac smirked, trying to keep himself from laughing. Allison smiled at the young beta, as did Kira. Lydia in the meantime was trying to stop the moron next to her laughing, Liam’s face red with embarrassment.

“Oh my god. Is-is little Liam scared of the big bad girl” Stiles teased in a baby voice, still laughing, Isaac now joining him.

“Shut up Stiles” I said glaring at him. He immediately stopped laughing and I turned my head towards Isaac, who shut his mouth as well. I pulled Liam onto my lap and he immediately buried his face into my neck and hair while everyone went back to watch the movie. I placed one hand on his back and the other in his sandy brown hair, rubbing so he would calm down. He wrapped his hands around my waist and relaxed. “Calm down Liam, its ok. It’s nothing. Just close your eyes”.

Scott looked over at me and smiled. Leaning over he placed a sweet kiss on my lips “I love you” he whispered into my ears, Isaac and Liam hearing these sweet words and smiling, knowing how much their alpha really meant it. I smiled at Scott then went back to watching the movie.

After about half an hour, the doorbell rang, Scott getting up to pay for the pizza. I shifted slightly, a little bit uncomfortable at the position I was sat in. Looking down at Liam, I realized he had fallen asleep on my shoulder, the sweet innocence on his face. I placed a kiss on his head and he nuzzled further into my neck, the breath tickling me slightly. But I didn’t move, not wanting to disturb him.

Once the movie was over, the pack started getting ready to change into their pyjamas, when they stopped and looked over at the couch I was on. Seeing Liam sleeping on me, Scott’s arms wrapped around my shoulder, his head on top of mine as we slept as well. The rest of the pack smiled at the sweet image, placing a blanket over their alpha, the pack mom and the baby beta. Walking out of the living room, they made their way to the spare bedrooms in the house, deciding they would leave the three of us to rest peacefully.

Hope the anon who requested this enjoyed it

Requested by @undeadcashew:  Klance with Guillotine by Jon Bellion ft. Travis Mendes

Hope you like it!

Careful not to rouse him, Keith cards his fingers through Lance’s hair as his thumb slowly rubs circles on Lance’s forearm where they rest on Keith’s chest. He’s gentle and slow with his movements and doesn’t dare to stop.

Lance fell asleep about an hour ago, but Keith hasn’t been able to sleep. Although, honestly, that’s probably due to lack of trying. He isn’t at all tired, so why try and sleep? He’s perfectly content to just lay with Lance, staring out the window and admiring the stars.

Normally when he’s awake in the middle of the night, he’s either doing something like cleaning their house for the billionth time or rendered near immobile from his thoughts, but tonight? Tonight, everything, mind included, is languid.

No intrusive thoughts. No fears. Just Keith listening to Lance’s slow breathing and thinking about what it would be like to explore space. To travel amongst the stars, weaving in an out of asteriod belts. Landing on random, unknown planets, befriending it’s inhabitants. What an exciting life that would be…

He feels Lance stir slightly. Looking down, there’s a frown on Lance’s face, barely even there. But as Keith watches him for a moment, the frown deepens. The hand on his chest clenches in his shirt before turning into an claw.

“Lance?” whispers Keith.

Lance’s legs kick out rapidly before settling.

The hand in Lance’s hair moves to cup the back of his head, shaking ever so gently. The hand on his forearm rubs up and down with a small amount of force.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shh,” he murmurs into Lance’s hair. “You’re okay, nothing’s gonna hurt you. I won’t let it.”

Lance lets out a whimper, claw clenching into a fist again.

“Lance? C'mon, wake up,” whispers Keith, voice slightly louder as he shakes a little more forcefully. “Wake up, Lance.”

Lance jolts awake, scrambling up onto his knees, eyes wide and frantic as they stare at the floor of their bedroom.

“Hey, hey, I’m right here.” Keith sits up onto his elbow, other arm slowly reaching out to caress Lance’s knee.

Lance’s head whips over to him. His eyes focus on Keith’s and his body sags as he sits back on his heels.

Keith sits up, moving infront of his boyfriend. Tentatively, Keith wraps his arms around Lance’s shoulders, ready to move away should Lance want him to. Instead, Lance buries his face into Keith’s chest.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Lance shakes his head, sniffling into Keith’s shirt.


They stay like that for a long while. Keith stars swaying them when he realizes there’s a large wet spot on his shirt, quietly humming as he runs his hands up and down Lance’s back. He tucks Lance’s head under his chin.

“I love you,” croaks Lance, voice muffled by Keith’s shirt.

Keith drops a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you too.”

Why Are Female Superheroes Always Being Nerfed in Movies?

(via Urban Dictionary) 

I tend to believe (or at least try to believe) that most people’s expressions don’t originate from a place of bad intention. I don’t think most screenwriters or directors surreptitiously conspire to make female audience members feel as though they are lesser. But I also recognize that the resonance of cultural/societal bias has reverberating strength so, whether the offense be deliberate or subconscious, it deserves to be discussed if it seems palpable. To me, it’s an undeniable truth that when women are in possession of power in fiction, they are far more likely to be depicted as being out of control of it and/or far less confident in it than male peers. Because of this, they tend to the get the shaft and become less integral as a result which I believe sends a very bad message. So please, don’t take this post as some incendiary call to arms or indictment of anyone, I just want to share some observations. I’m still a fan, I’m still going to be seeing these movies and there are still lots of things I still like about them. 

This whole thing occurred to me, for possibly the billionth time, when I was watching a clip from Captain America: Civil War. A bevy of Avengers charge at Bucky Barnes, Tony gets to catch a bullet before being smacked down and T’Challa gets right back up again after taking a few hits, meanwhile, Sharon Carter gets flipped into table and Natasha gets subdued by simple strangulation. It cuts deeper seeing ‘Tasha be made such a fool by him because A) she has a long history of being exceptionally formidable in the comics (particularly against Bucky- see below) and B) this is the second time this has happened. Like the last time, she straddled him and, like last time, she’s tapped in a fraction of a second. Also, take note, a lot of her lead-in is dependent upon Sharon’s diversion. Look at the way a de-suited Tony so confidently smacks Bucky when, really, he’s the one of the crew (maybe above Sharon) with the least melee experience. Logically, his attack should’ve been the easiest to subvert even with a bullet-blocking hand, it’s as though 2 women=1 unarmed Iron Man.

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Takeshi Introducing S/O to His Father

Takeshi was rubbing his hands up and down your arms, a goofy grin on his face as he watched you fidget nervously with your clothes.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” You asked, for just about the billionth time.

“Everything is going to be fine,” he promised, grin growing wider by the second.

The two of you stood in front of Takesushi, and Takesi was desperately trying to get you to go in to meet his father for the first time.


“[Y/N],” he repeated, grin dropping just slightly, “I promise, he’s going to love you, just like I do.”

You blushed, and Takeshi took that moment of distraction to push you into the resturaunt.

“Takeshi!” You protested.

His grin was back in full force, as he looked around the room. “Oyaji!”

“Huh?” A head popped out of the back room, and you could see the similarities between the man and your boyfriend. He had the same facial structure, same eyes, even the same hair. “Ah, Takeshi! Who is this you’ve brought me?”

“Oyaji,” Takeshi pushed you forward slightly, so that you weren’t hiding behind him anymore, “this is my partner, [Y/N]. [Y/N], this is my Oyaji.”

“It’s nice to meet you, sir!” You bowed to him quickly.

“Partner, eh?” Tsuyoshi Yamamoto looked you up and down, noticing the nervous twitch of your fingers, and the embarrassed blush on your cheeks. “[Y/N],” he grinned at you, “a good name for my son’s future spouse!” he watched your blush intensify, heard his son begin laughing. “Do you like sushi, [Y/N]?”

“I-I-” Takeshi nudged you gently, to break you out of your stutter. “Yes, sir!”

“None of that, ‘sir’ business. Call me oyaji!”

Your eyes widened comically at the request, and you looked to your boyfriend for help. He gripped your hand gently in reassurance.

“I think it’s a little too soon for that, oyaji!” Takeshi cut in, laughter still in his voice.

“You’re right,” Tsuyoshi nodded, then clasped your shoulder and steered you to sit at the sushi bar. “Now, [Y/N] what would you like? I’ll make anything you want, on the house. It’s the least I can do in return for the happiness you bring my son.”

With a blink of surprise, you looked to Takeshi, who had a smug grin on his face.

“I told you,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss behind your ear, “everything is fine.”