like just watch your mouth once in a while

Lucidity | M

“Do I really deserve to be alone even though I want to be by your side?”

Précis; In which you’re best friends and one night accidentally brings you closer together.

Note: I was beyond anxious when this disappeared multiple times, but now that it’s here, I can breathe. | ft. slight Park Jimin (’:

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a splash of fluff. Light smut and mentions of alcohol. | Words ➳ 10.8k


The music reverberated throughout the large home, blasting and threatening to pierce his skin and seep into his veins. People were dancing, yelling along with the music and having the time of their lives; wanting nothing more than to get wasted and to just forget. Others who had the mind to think, just stood back while drinking small sips from their cups—examining the humans who were begging to drown deeper into their drunkenness, to swim to the shore to survive the night or to just fall deep into the waters; giving up and letting their subconscious mind take over. The house was surely trembling from the commotion within, wanting nothing more than to relieve it from the atrocious tension, to feel blissful like it once had and not all clogged up from the poison that was slowly building up.

Amidst the many partygoers under the twinkling lights scattered on the ceiling and the loud obnoxious immature chatter amongst many groups, Jungkook stood in front of the home bar, pointing to a bottle while the man on the other side happily grabbed it and handed it to him. Jungkook took a plastic cup from a stack and bit the lid off the bottle, fizz quickly slipping out while he poured it’s contents into his cup. He had no idea what was slowly taking over his body. He had no idea how he got to the party, or even why he came; but what he did know was this.

He wanted to see you.

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Which One (NSFW)

Originally posted by anotherscarlettblog

dom!Bucky x sub!Natasha x dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dear god so much smut, Принцесса = princess, Мадам = madam, Котенок = kitten, сержант = sergeant

A/N: I’m just cranking out fucking stories today, jesus. This is such a long fucking fic and I’m not even remotely sorry about that. I might need to bathe in holy water after this…


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boyfriend!Jaemin

Request: anon: can i request a boyfriend!jaemin?

Genre: Disgustingly Fluffy

Warning: Slight Language // Probs Really Cringy

Author’s Note: Gender Neutral

This is purely based on my own personal opinions. Agree or disagree, either way, enjoy!


Originally posted by haechannie


- shit okay im gonna be real with you guys…

- I’m chokin back tears rn becaUSE I MISS THIS BOY SOSOSOO DAMN MUCH

- I JUST HOPE HE’S HAPPY AND HEALTHY

- BUT I ALSO WANT HIM BACK ):

- ALright I’m calm now….. shall we begin?

- So you and Jaemin are best friends

- Have been for as long as you can remember

- There’s even pictures of the two of you as babies

- Butt naked

- Anywho!!

- You guys went through the best friend stage

- Then you hit a lil rough patch when you got to the “”cooties”” stage

- But once that passed, you two were inseparable again

- Everyone always assumed you two were dating

- And when you would correct them, they still didn’t believe you

- It was just another movie night at Jaemin’s

- The usual messy pillow fort filled with stuffed animals, buckets of popcorn and your favorite snacks was thrown together in the middle of Jaemin’s bedroom

- The movie was playing but neither of you were watching

- You guys talked and talked while one of you occasionally tried to throw a piece of popcorn into the others’s mouth

- And then, like usual, Jaemin starts to tease you about one thing or another

- So you (jokingly) get defensive with him

- Before you knew it, the two of you were in the middle of a profound battle to the death

- And by that you mean play wrestling

- By the time the rolling around came to a halt, Jaemin had you pinned underneath his lean frame

- Both of you were breathing incredibly hard

- When suddenly, Jaemin’s hand slowly inched towards your head

- Brushing away the disheveled hair from your face

- The two of you stared into each others eyes for what felt like an eternity

- Not uttering a single word

- And then BAM!

- He confesses

- Failing to hide the smile on his face when he asks you out

- finally

- And of course you agree

- Because who could turn down such a boy ????

- Anyways,,, enough yappin

- Onto the actual dating !!!

- Can somebody say  c l i n g y

- V V greasy !!

- “Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile”

- “Jaemin, you smile at everything?”

- “Oh shit, you’re right…”

- Alwaayysss cheesin

- But I mean who’s complaining

- That boy has a god given smile

- This kid is surprisingly  b o l d

- So y’all are sittin on the couch watching a movie or somethin

- It’s pretty chill

- Until this lil shit fake yawns and stretches his arm around you

- Yea,, you know the move

- “Jaemin…”

- “Yes, cutie?”

- *sigh* “nothin…”

- Or let’s say you’re reading a book

- And suddenly Jaemin comes out of nowhere

- Laying his head on your lap

- Cuddling up to your body

- “Nana, whatcha doin?”

- “Nothin,, I’m jus-”

- Followed by incoherent mumbling as he shoves his face farther into your lap

- He absolutely adores kisses !!!!!

- Cheek kisses !!!!!

- Nose kisses !!!!!

- Surprise kisses !!!!!!

- ESPECIALLY long, meaningful kisses !!!!!!!!!!!!!

- He likes droppin bombs on you, too

- “Jae?”

- “Yeah, babe?”

- He asks while coming behind you

- Snaking his arms around your waist as he holds you close to his body

- CUE THE STOMACH DROP

- You just stand there kinda stunned

- “Y/N…? Did you need something…?”

- “I… i can’t remember……”

- Seriously so extra!! when it comes to reactions

- *Insert the gif of him on Mickey Mouse Club House where he’s slapping his knee and pretending to laugh*

- Seriously doesn’t give a fuck if his bandmates are around

- Sometimes he even purposely kisses you in front of Donghyuck because he knows he’ll get a hella funny reaction outta him

- But honestly,, he loves showing you off

- He gets a rise out of making you flustered

- For example ;;;

- He’ll be standing behind you, arms wrapped around you, chin resting on your shoulder

- A very familiar stance for the two of you

- And suddenly he’s planting light kisses on your neck

- The ticklish sensation causing you to flinch away

- A red tint instantly flooding your cheeks

- And this fucker knows what he did to you

- Cause when you look at him he’s already looking at you

- Grinning like an idiot

- And failing to suppress his giggles

- Prompting you to whine while you bury your face in your hands

- All in all, your relationship is very comfortable to say the least

- This kid just wants someone he can hold

- Someone who alleviates the stress from his career

- Someone who loves him just as much as he loves you (’:

anonymous asked:

(Six Sentence + DJWifi) Alya smiled to herself as she watched Nino once again get ambushed by her younger sister, a large, excitable laugh exiting his mouth.

Alya smiled to herself as she watched Nino once again get ambushed by her younger sister, a large, excitable laugh exiting his mouth. 

“Ella, you’ve gotten bigger since I last saw you,” he told her while she adjusted Nino’s crooked glasses. “I hope you haven’t been making fun of Etta for it.”

“Nope!” Ella announced, “I’m being a good girl just like you told me to because you and Alya are married and she says I have to listen to you now.”

Alya hushed her little sister while Nino stared up at his girlfriend with a smirk and asked, “Say, Ella, what else has your big sister said about me? Because I certainly didn’t know that we were married.”


[leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i’ll write the next five]

Safety First -Kihyun

Originally posted by wonhontology

You just sat there, thinking. You didn’t know how to process this. How did it happen? When did it happen? Should you tell Kihyun? How would he react to it? It all felt messy.

Your breath got shaky and tears filled your eyes. You began sobbing in the empty bathroom as you sat on the floor. You chucked the positive pregnancy test at the shower wall and slid down the bathroom door. “This is unfair. Why does this happen to me of all people?” You tucked your head into your arms that rested on you knees.

Your thoughts ran wild with every scenario possible. The bad, the good, the worse. You didn’t know what to to, if you should tell Kihyun or not. You wanted to but not until you figured out what you were going to do. Only after deciding what was best for the baby, and it’s life.


It’s been a month since you found out you were pregnant. You have yet to tell Kihyun about the baby. You finally decided what you wanted to do. You needed to leave him to give the child an at least partly normal life without the potential danger Kihyun carries with him. It broke your heart but it was for the best.

You sat in your room a packed suitcase on the bed next to you. Kihyun had left early this morning and would be back soon. You sighed as you waited for your friend. You refused to leave with him home, not wanting to see his face as you walked away, and fear of him finding out why.

You were yanked out of your thoughts when a car horn honked outside. You felt your chest get heavy when you opened the door and saw her waving at you. You hadn’t told her about Kihyun’s job but she was fully aware of your recent pregnancy. She immediately agreed to help you. It felt like you were having your heart slowly ripped from your chest in a slow.


3 mouths later you hadn’t heard from Kihyun. It was your fault though, changing your phone number and living with a friend. You hated it but you knew it was for the best. 

You currently sat on the couch at your friends house. It was quiet having her and her boyfriend being at work. You just watched whatever came on TV and ate some food. You adjusted yourself every once in a while to make yourself comfortable. Your baby bump had began to grow and although it made you happy to see it got annoying to try to relax with.

You looked to the door and smiled as a knock was heard. You had ordered some take out for dinner not wanting to cook for the night. You climbed off the couch and opened the door ready to greet the delivery person but gasped at who stood on the other side.

“Hey…” Kihyun said. His eyes were puffy and red, as if he’d been crying. He looked down and noticed your growing bump and his eyes widened. You tried to closed the door but he forced it back open. “You…Your pregnant?”

You took a couple steps away and nodded. “Why didn’t you….Is that why you left me alone?” Again you nodded. “Why?”

“I was scared. I was scared you’d leave me first or if you didn’t the baby would be in danger.”

“I understand. My job is dangerous and there is no promise I make it home alive but I’d die before I let anyone touch my family.”

You looked at him with watering eyes. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until now. You couldn’t help how you felt and it was only made more intense by the change in hormones. 

“Come back home, back to me. I’ll never let anyone touch you or our baby ever. Just please return to me. I need you to keep me sane.” His voice cracked halfway through and he got closed to you. He pulled you into a hug minding your stomach as to not hurt the baby. “Please come home.”

You hugged him back and began crying into his shoulder. You wanted what was best but you also wanted Kihyun. He was your everything and life without him would be harder than life with him. You held onto him for what felt like forever but when he let go you felt your heart sink. 

“Alright…I’ll come back, but you have to promise me, no harm will ever come to the baby.”

“I promise.” He grabbed your cheeks in his hands and kissed you. You kissed back without hesitation. You trusted him. If he said you were safe, then you were.

I’m No Good Without You

Josh Dun x Reader

read pt 1 here , pt 2 here

word count: 617

warnings: none

               You had been staring at your phone for the past hour, you had sent a text to Josh asking him if he was free and he hasn’t responded yet. You rolled over to your side and put the phone down. Was he not interested in you anymore? You had had three great dates already and he always seemed like he was excited to see you. Maybe you were just holding him to the expectations that you had for the old Josh. He would always respond back quickly, but he wasn’t famous.

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And I You.

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Warning(s):None

Note:I hope you guys enjoy! It can be found on my Ao3!

Requested by no one! This is a late birthday gift for @ateliefloresdaprimavera!

Your father had been a dear friend to King Ragnar, meaning you have grown up with his sons. Out of the five sons, you have always been closer to Ivar. When your father had died Ivar stayed by your side the whole time. It was very uncharacteristic to those who only know the youngest Lothbrok son to be stubborn and ruthless. Towards you, Ivar was kind and caring. It only seemed as romantic feelings grew during your time of grieving. You two have been courted for sometime now, although no one but Aslaug knows. The main reason the relationship has been kept a secret was due to you only being a blacksmith’s daughter. You feel as though Ivar can not be known to be courting a blacksmith’s daughter for he is a prince.

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BTS Scenario - (B) walks in on (A) listening to a fan made audio of (B)

•Jin
Jin bit his lip to keep quiet as his hand sped up in time with the sounds coming from his headphones. He reached his high quickly, his toes curling as he clamped his teeth down on his knuckles. Breathing roughly, he took out his earbuds and stood up, heading to the bathroom. Or at least, he would have if he hadn’t collided with a solid chest. Head snapping up, he came face-to-face with the boy he had just orgasmed over, Jungkook. The younger boy had his arms crossed over his chest and his hip cocked out to the side. He had that stupid smirk that he got when he knew something he shouldn’t.

Jin cleared his throat, “Jungkook-ah, how long have you been standing there?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “Since I heard you call my name. I thought you needed something, imagine my surprise when I found you in a…compromising, position.”

Jin’s face flared, “I can explain-”

He was cut off by the younger pushing him back down into the bed, crawling up his body and seating himself on Jin’s waist, “Hyung, you talk too much.”

Jin groaned, “Jungkook, you don’t have to do this-”

The end of his sentence was drawn out into a stuttering hiss sound as Jungkook scraped his teeth bluntly over the hollow of his throat. All coherent thoughts went out the window after that.

•Yoongi
Yoongi knew doing this in the studio where anyone could walk in was a stupid idea. But he had been editing Hoseok’s solo song, Boy Meets Evil and goddamn, he was beyond turned on. Halfway through trying to quickly get off, he had remembered the video he had stumbled across a few days before and after a thought of absolute ‘fuck it’ he had turned it on, without headphones, and got to work. He was close, so close he almost cried when he heard the key in the door behind him. Freezing in panic was his first mistake, not counting the many before that, his second was only muting the computer instead of closing the tab altogether.

Hoseok, of course it would be him, lunged at Yoongi and placed himself firmly on the older’s, thankfully now clothed, lap, “Yoongi hyung! Namjoon-ah told me you were editing my song! Can I hear? Is it done?”

Yoongi swallowed hard and cleared his throat, “Its not done yet Hobi.” He hoped the term of endearment would keep the younger from looking at the computer.

He hadn’t counted on the fact that Hoseok was a persistent little shit as he, did in fact, turn to look at the screen. Yoongi clenched his fists and stared at the floor off to the right, waiting for the anger or teasing. When it didn’t come, he risked a look up at Hoseok.

The younger was staring down at him in fascination, “I’m insulted Hyung, you waste your time on garbage like this, when you have the real thing right here.”

Yoongi froze, confused, “What…” he mentally punched himself in the face, thinking to himself, ‘How fucking pedestrian Min Yoongi.’

Hobi giggled and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders, “I’ll show you exactly how I sound while screaming your name. There’s a price though…” he leaned down to whisper in a very stiff Yoongi’s ear, “I get to have you screaming and writhing under me next time.”

•Hobi
Hoseok would be the first to admit that he was a complete idiot sometimes. Especially in situations like this. He was currently locked in the small airplane bathroom, trying to quickly get off while listening to one of those fake audio videos on YouTube through his headphones. The object of his current sexual frustration was his flight-buddy and roommate for this trip. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited to spend so much time with Taehyung, he was just really getting tired of cold showers and picturing wrinkly old ladies during performances. After he finished, he washed his hands and went back to his seat.

About 5 minutes later, he felt a tap on his shoulder, “What is it Tae? I was almost asleep.”

He could almost feel the younger’s pout, “Hyung is being quiet. It’s like I’m rooming with Yoongi hyung again.”

There was a grunt of, “Fuck you.” From the row behind them followed by a light slap noise and, “Watch your mouth Yoong-ah.”

Hobi yawned and leaned the other way, laying his head on Tae’s shoulder instead of the window, “Hyung is just tired Tae.” He heard the younger murmur something about watching over him while he slept as he drifted off.

Once he woke up, and they landed, they were all quickly shuffled to the motel. After getting settled into their room, Tae laid face down on the bed and moaned at the softness. Hobi stiffened for a second before deciding he was just too tired to care. Instead of laying in his own bed, he curled into Tae’s side, laying his head on his chest.

They laid in a comfortable silence until Tae suddenly and bluntly said, “I saw what you were listening to when you went to the bathroom.”

Hobi froze, “What are you talking about Taehyung?”

The younger tightened his arms around Hobi for a moment before swinging up and over him, straddling his hips, “While you were asleep I wanted to listen to music but my phone was dead so I was gonna use yours. But when I opened it up, I saw what you were listening to.”

Hoseok stared up at him, speechless because of one part Tae’s beauty and one part because he had been caught, “I’m so sorry TaeTae. It’s just, I really like you…”

They stared each other down until Tae leaned down to press his lips to Hobi’s and then whispered, “I like you too Hyung. Though, I have a request.”

Hoseok nodded, “Anything.”

Taehyung whispered against the older’s lips, “The next time you need to get off, if I find out you so much as even touch yourself, I will tie you up and have my way with you.”

•Namjoon
To say he was dominant was the understatement of the century. Every time he slept with someone in the past, he was the one calling the shots. That’s why he was so confused at the almost needy want of being pinned down by Jin and to let him have his way with him. The fact that it was Jin didn’t surprise him at all, he’d been in love with his Hyung for a while now. But just recently this new idea of being so controlled by the other, had been plaguing his life. It had started when they had released their song Blood Sweat and Tears. Something about the overly sexual theme had brought this up. So now, here he was, in the dorm at 2 in the damn morning, listening to one of those audio things on YouTube. ARMYS were miracle workers. He hadn’t counted on the fact that Jin normally wakes up about this time to get a drink of water and use the bathroom. He also hadn’t counted on the fact that his headphones were wayyy too high and his Hyung could hear everything.

He felt the bed dip before his headphones were taken out and thrown across the room. Then soft lips were pressed along the column of his throat, “Namjoon-ah, you’re very naughty. What if the kids had heard.” Namjoon whined at that and Jin chuckled, “I’m going to have to punish you.”

Namjoon was about to retort with something sassy but his words turned to a low moan when a strong hand replaced his own.

•Tae
Taehyung was a very blunt and open person, anyone around him for 5 minutes could tell. That’s why Jimin was getting worried at his his behavior lately. He was all but ignoring Jimin and had even asked to switch rooms so he wasn’t with the older anymore. Taehyung knew that Jimin was worried, but he just couldn’t take being that close to the older all the time. He was still young, he had no control over a boner and it was very inopportune to have one 24/7. No amount of cold showers could get the images of Jimin out of his mind, all it did was raised the water bill substantially. He figured he was safe in the bathroom at the moment, quickly “letting off steam” while listening to an ARMY made audio of him and Jungkook. Only, he had forgotten to lock the door. So engrossed in what he was doing, he didn’t hear the door open or hear the slight gasp come from the doorway. In fact, he didn’t know anyone was there until two strong hands ran down his sides. He froze in place, pajama pants pulled low, forehead resting on the wall.

His phone was paused which means whoever was behind him, he had a good idea of who, had seen what he was listening to. Jimin’s low voice murmured, “Do you have absolutely any idea what you do to me..?”

Tae slowly shook his head, “N-no…”

Jimin bit lightly at the junction between Tae’s shoulder and neck, “How about I show you and you don’t have to use fake fan made stuff?” Taehyung nodded and Jimin pressed a kiss to the same area that he had bit earlier, “Lets go to bed, I want you to make me scream.”

•Jimin
Jimin, panting hard, quickly made his way to his dressing room. It wasn’t an uncommon thing to get turned on after a performance, but this hadn’t been a normal performance. Him and Yoongi had performed Tony Montana together for the first time. The younger couldn’t get his Hyung’s rough, gravely voice out of his head and it was doing things to him. Popping his headphones in, he hit play on one of the audio things he’d happened to find one lonely night. Quickly, desperately trying to get off before the others came looking for him. He didn’t even hear the knock at the door, the voice asking if he was in there, the handle turning on the door, or the footsteps that paused before striding forward with determination. It wasn’t until there was uneven breathing hitting his shoulder and the side of his neck that he noticed.

He froze and opened his mouth but before he could speak, that rough gravely voice spoke lowly in his ear, “Looks like you could use some help baby boy.”

Jimin nodded and curled back into Yoongi who took the headphones out of his ears before leading him over to the desk, “Don’t worry, Hyung will take care of you.”

•Jungkook
To say Jungkook was sexually frustrated was the understatement of the century. Being the youngest, he was still viewed as a “baby”. Even by Taehyung who didn’t demand he call him Hyung. Speaking of the bastard, he was the reason for Jungkook’s “little problem”. Currently, Jungkook was the only one in the dorm, and he was taking it for granted. The others wouldn’t be back till that night, at a concert that he hadn’t wanted to go to. After taking a bath to relax his muscles, he played video games in the living room, completely naked just because he could. About an hour into his game, he got a text.

It was a video from Taehyung, “Hi Kookie!!! Wish you were here!”

Jungkook could tell his Hyung had been screaming along with the music cause his voice had gone deep and rough. Not good for his libido. Innocent as it may be, Taehyung’s voice was one thing that never failed to turn him on. Since he was all alone, he pulled up one of those Tae audio things made by ARMYS that he had seen a few weeks ago. He heard the door open and scrambled to shove his headphones in the headphone jack to mute the sound, while simultaneously ripping the blanket over his lap to cover himself.

He heard, “Jungkook-ah..?”

Letting out a breath of relief that it was just Taehyung, “In the living room Hyung, why are you guys home so early?”

He rolled over the couch and sprawled across Jungkook’s lap, “Just me, I missed my Kookie, it was no fun without you.”

He shuffled to get more comfortable, making Jungkook groan out lowly, “Hyung…watch it.”

Tae looked at him in confusion for a moment before it dawned on him, “Jungkook-ah! Anyone could have walked in on you!” Jungkook gave him a pointed look, “Besides me! I don’t count.”

Kookie raised an eyebrow at him, “And why don’t you count?”

Tae had a gleam in his eyes as he looked up at Jungkook from his lap, “Cause we all know you want me to fuck you into every hard surface.”

In any other circumstance, Jungkook probably oils have slapped him, but honestly he was so turned on he couldn’t think that far ahead. So when he whined, he wasn’t that surprised.

Tae laughed darkly and sat up, straddling Jungkook, “We’ve still got hours before the others get back, why not be a good boy for Hyung and let me ruin you.”

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JOIN ME IN THE HOLE OF SINNNNN

Birds of a Feather: Part 2

Request:  Can you do a part two to birds of a feather? It was so good I need more 😭😍

~I am overjoyed to know you wanted a part two to one of my stories. I am over the moon right now. :D I hope you enjoy!~

This is part 2 of another story! If you want to read part 1, here is the link!


You and Newt had been taking care of your little bird for two months now. He had not told you what kind it was and you had not really thought of asking him. You were too busy spending time with Newt, having tea with Newt, telling jokes with Newt. Everything in your life had turned to Newt and your bird.

Hearing a knock on the door, you looked up from your book and smiled. He’s here.

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Flying High

I was on a plane less than a week ago, and what does one do on a plane except think of Harry? Especially when the screen in the seat in front of them is, in fact, broken. It’s short, but boy did it help me pass some time. Also, I’ve never flown first, so the screens are probably not in the seats – they’re probably fancy and all that – but until Harry decides he wants to take me jet setting with him (boy, PLEASE) we’re just going to have to go with this, okay? x. 

P.S. Friendly reminder that requests are closed! (And I’ve already got two in my inbox with a public angle. ;) )

You jab the screen in the back of the seat in front of you several times, but despite the different touches you apply, it remains frozen to the menu screen.

It isn’t working,” you mutter to him.

“What’sit?” he mutters with a quick glance and pulling out an ear bud.

“My screen,” you clarify. “It isn’t working, look.” You jab again and still nothing. “You try,” you instruct him and he reaches over and taps a long finger against it several times.

“Must be broken,” he remarks and you shoot him a withering look.

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Hey! Watch your fucking mouth, Flamewar!

The concept of TF:Matrix Megatron meeting a legit Beastwars -style Techno-Organic and immediately scrambling on top of a table like someone who just saw a mouse in their kitchen is making me ugly wheeze with laughter.

Guest starring Diver from @lost-world-of-gaea‘s comic, Brave New World! For once, Diver gets to have something be afraid of him! Enjoy it while it lasts Froggy.

Escaping the Heat Pt. 2 [Chen Wolf!AU Angst/Smut]

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Request: can you do a pt. 2 to escaping the heat please with smut. thank you thank you thank you if you do ❤️

You’re welcome! Listen, you’ve come to the right person if you want Chen, despite how poorly this came out :-)

-Admin A

1 || 2

“What do you mean the leader of the Exo pack was at my apartment?” you demanded into your phone, eyes popping wide as your alpha delivered the news to you. “My mate was there all day; he would have contacted me if anyone showed up, much less an alpha of a rival pack.”

Already, your protective instincts steered into overdrive as you thought about what could’ve happened to Chen while you were at work today. If Suho had found your home, he would have smelled your scent immediately and known you were from a pack that was constantly at war with his. He would’ve also known you were a beta, and if Chen was there, Suho would’ve likely captured him to coerce your pack into whatever he wanted. The thought alone nearly made your heart stop.

All of the worst possible scenarios flitted through your mind in a short few seconds, during which you had ran out of your workplace at your heightened wolf speed with no explanation, and hung up on your alpha mid-sentence, which you knew you’d get hell for later. But for now, you were sprinting down the sidewalk at a speed that had people turning their heads to look at you, or what little of you they could see as you fled.

Your entire body began to tingle with a heat that signaled an imminent transformation, and it took more willpower and strength than you knew you had to repress it. Your instincts would triple if you were in wolf form, and that meant danger for every single person you passed on the way home. And then some.

In a length of time that was far longer than you would have liked, you made it home, barely gasping for air. Your senses had immediately registered the tang of Suho in the air, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up, as you could also smell your mate’s panic lingering.

Not waiting any longer for fear of what could be happening to Chen, you burst into your apartment, cringing at Suho’s and Chen’s scents mingling in your home. “Chen?” you shouted, your tone colored with concern.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Chen responded, picking up on your panic and rushing to you from the kitchen. “What happened?” he asked, reaching you and smothering you in a hug.

Your relief lasted only a heartbeat, as along with Chen’s strong arms surrounding you, so did more of Suho’s scent. “What happened while I was at work?” you questioned him huskily, pulling away from his warm embrace.

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

“This whole damn apartment, and you, smell like a rival pack’s alpha. What. The. Hell. Happened?” It was hard for you to sound anything like the concerned mate you were, making your words come out with an edge, coupled with the natural authority of your tone as a beta.

Chen stared at you as if you had grown a third head, smiling at you confusedly. “My alpha came over today, that’s all. What do you mean, rival pack?” He approached you again, but you were backing away rapidly, eyes widening in alarm.

“You can’t mean to say that Suho is your alpha. You can’t,” you muttered, covering your mouth with your hands as his words processed. Chen nodded, but didn’t move forward, looking at you in concern. “Your pack is at war with mine,” you whispered, your worry shifting to anger. How could the two of you been mates for months and yet he hadn’t told you?!

“Your pack is at war…with mine,” you repeated, a growl creeping into your words. Just when you thought you had found happiness with your mate, he had to throw this bombshell.

An ache was already rippling from your heart to the rest of your body. As a beta, you knew you had to leave Chen, but as a mate, you knew you couldn’t.

“I…I have to leave, Chen,” you mumbled, beginning to leave your apartment, the door of which which was past your mate, who was looking at you in a mix of anger, shock, and worry.

Before you could blink to acknowledge the depth of what happened, or make your way out of your apartment, Chen’s arm slammed out in front of you, blocking your path. In the next half second, his other arm hit the wall on the other side of your body, caging you in.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he breathed softly, his beautiful face taking up most of your field of vision with his damned gorgeously teasing grin. Another wave of pain surged through your body, but that was replaced slightly by loyalty to your pack.

“I have to leave, Chen, you know I do,” you snapped angrily, curling your hands into fists to avoid curling them into his hair. There was nothing more that you wanted than to pull Chen to your body and forget about the rest of the world, like you had when you mated.

Ignoring your words and stance, Chen dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, softly but insistently kissing the sensitive skin there. Upon your lack of reaction, his hands slid down to your waist, still holding you to the wall as his lips trailed upwards to a spot at the base of your jaw that he knew from experience made you weak.

Even though your body was betraying you to your mate’s kisses, you forced your hands down and clamped your lips shut to prevent any sounds of pleasure from escaping. Perhaps if you laid still, he would realize you were serious and would let you go.

Chen knew exactly what your strategy was, of course he did. You had done this before, when you were playing hard to get, and every time, Chen had broken your walls down, but, oh, how he loved the game.

His lips danced down your jaw, jumping to your earlobe where he began to nibble slightly as his hands traced patterns into your hip bones, slowly increasing in pressure while his hips rubbed enticingly against yours. Almost against your will, his actions drew a small whimper from your mouth.

Chen’s lips curved into a smile against the shell of your ear, knowing your facade of an angry beta was slipping. As a last resort, you dug your nails into your palm, trying desperately to remind yourself that if you gave in and chose your mate over your pack, you were out.

As if sensing your internal conflict and how close you were to choosing him, Chen slid one of his hands across your lower stomach, lightly ghosting over the skin and cloth until he abruptly crept his hand under your skirt and traced a long finger over your slit through your panties. He kept running patterns over the inside of your thighs and over your slowly dampening panties until you were sure you broke skin on your palms from squeezing your fists so hard.

“Still want to leave?” he murmured sarcastically.

Finally, Chen went in for the kill, his dark, lustful eyes locked on yours as his fingers began to circle your clit roughly through the fabric, a predatory smirk twisting his features.

If the ministrations from his fingers didn’t cause you to give in, his smirk did.

A low moan slipped out from your parted lips while your hands flew up to Chen’s hair, entangling your digits in his locks in such a way that allowed you to pull his lips to yours, meeting in a fierce kiss. His hands moved from your throbbing center to your ask, giving you a mumbled command to jump while maintaining the kiss.

You obeyed, wrapping your legs around his slender waist, which left your hips pressed tightly against his growing erection. Against his lips, you let out another groan as his bulge rubbed just above where you needed him as he began to walk to your bedroom, which was impeded by stopping to throw off clothes until you were both blissfully bare.

Chen set you on the bed gently, a contrast to his earlier actions, coming to hover over you in milliseconds to reattach your lips. Your hands traced over his shoulders and musculature of his back while Chen moved his lips further down, placing his lips on your left nipple, swirling the pink bud with his tongue. In response, your nails bit into his shoulder and a hiss fell from you. Smiling, your mate used a hand to massage the breast that was unattended, making his name drop from your mouth like a prayer.

To try and gain some semblance of equality, you removed a hand from Chen’s powerful back, slipping it along the lines of his chest until you came to his hardened length. He sucked in a breath against your chest, removing his mouth from your skin to moan out your name. Grinning, you continued to stroke his cock, pumping him while curses poured from his mouth.

“After tonight, you’re never going to want to leave me again,” he growled out suddenly, snaking a hand down to where you were teasing him. Chen swatted your hand away despite how he obviously wanted you to continue, replacing your hand with his.

Teasingly, he ran the tip of his throbbing length down your slit, just to watch you arch your back and plead for him. And as he always liked to do, he waited until you were beyond frustrated and begged for him.

Mercilessly, he slammed into you once you had gotten used to the teasing, his thick member stretching you out wonderfully. While waiting for you to adjust to him, he bent down and kissed you softly, meeting your eyes and giving you a smile that told you everything would be okay, because you had each other.

But then again, once he felt you were complacent enough, his hips drove back into yours, setting a punishingly pleasurable pace that had equal parts curses and names spilling from the both of you. With animalistic sounds bursting between you, it was quite apparent that your inner beasts were taking over, further evidenced by Chen burying his head in your neck, where he set to work kissing and nipping and sucking on the skin there to create a large purple bruise that marked you as his.

Becoming more turned on, if even possible, by this, you let out a snarl and flipped your positions so you were straddling his hips. Noting his darkened expression, you placed your palms on his chest and began bouncing up and down at a pace much slower than what he had set previously, taunting him despite your desperation to find your release. You rolled your hips against his, taking pleasure in how he threw his head back and groaned.

But you also underestimated the dominance of his wolf, as with barely a grunt, he seized your wrists and flipped you under him again, this time with your stomach on the mattress. Chen’s hands landed on your hips, pulling you back up to where he was more than happy to thrust back into you again. The force of his thrusts was strong enough that you had to brace yourself against the headboard to avoid getting your face shoved into the mattress.

His pace picked up, growls rumbling in his chest and moans erupting wantonly from you, until he reached the spot inside of you that made your vision go white and your moans to dwindle into whines. Sensing this, Chen wrapped a hand in your hair and pulled you up so your back was pressed into his chest, allowing him to reach your g-spot much more efficiently.

Finally, you felt the coil of pleasure inside of you begin to tighten, having you gasping out Chen’s name.

“Not yet,” he growled against your ear, giving a harsh yank on your hair. You nodded, whimpering as he continued to send waves of pleasure crashing over you.

But you couldn’t take it anymore, and came, crying out Chen’s name huskily while your walls clamped down on him, quickly bringing him to his own release a few thrusts after you. He rode out your highs gently, pressing soft kisses to your skin that was now littered in bruises and hickeys.

Spent, the both of you collapsed onto your bed, with your head resting on Chen’s heaving chest. The two of you began to trace pointless patterns into the others skin, just reveling in the peaceful moment and the remnants of bliss.

“You’re right,” you said suddenly, breaking the silence. You looked up at Chen, who looked down at you, raising a brow in confusion. “I never want to leave you.” 

Title: Blow Out

Pairing: Lúcio/Junkrat

Rating: Mature [Will have smut in later chapters]

Chapters: 1/??? - Writing on the palms

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People never stop to understand Junkrat. And really, he doesn’t understand himself. But when one member of his team goes out of their way to seek his company, Junkrat is forced to explore feelings he’s never had the courage to address on his own.

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Heartlines - Part 10 (Final!)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When Reader moves into Avengers Tower to finish her PhD in safety, the last thing she expects is to have something in common with the shy insomniac Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: psychological and physical abuse, torture, panic attacks, mental illness, sexual content

A/N: so here we are, the final part!! im so sad but happy at the same time bc im really proud of this series and proud that i finished. thank you all so much for your amazing feedback and encouragements and just reading my fic, you all mean so much to me. if you have any comments dont hesitate to message me, and if you’d like to see some sequel drabbles hit me up with ideas! im not done with my babies yet :)

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Part 10

The day you hand in your completed PhD and project is a lot more anticlimactic than the day of Tony’s party. There’s no screaming, crying, hugging, or Hydra attacks on the Tower. It’s just you and your final conference call with your professors, in your study lab, feeling a mixture of immense pride, relief, and sadness that it’s all finally, impossibly over.

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Mine / Chapter 2

The alarm clock by his bedside went off with a loud beeping tone waking him up as his eyes shot open, glowing a vivid yellow before returning to brown. He slapped a hand over the clock to hush the noise letting silence envelop the room once more.    

Baekhyun let out a shaky breath and licked his lips as he let his eyes slowly fall back closed. The feeling of the sun rays on his face felt warm as he turned his head towards the windows in his room. His ears picked up some noise coming from downstairs but he didn’t want to get up yet. It was probably Chanyeol sneaking around in the kitchen looking for something to snack on this early in the morning. 

He turned his body over and reached out for a pillow, pulling it to his chest and hugged it tightly. 

“___,” he breathed, his voice raspy and deep as he snuggled his face into the soft cushion wishing it was you.

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easilyaddicted  asked:

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80. What is your biggest pet peeve?

I answered this one here once but like I said, I’m an angry person sometimes so… People chewing with their mouths open is right up there. Like the noise grates on my every nerve. Also people talking while watching a movie. Just shush, we can talk after I’ve absorbed the thing.

Actually my biggest none petty pet peeve is probably people that are overly negative all the time. Life is hard and I still want to enjoy it, so I try to be positive as much as I can. People who want to complain and drag everything down all the time are too exhausting for me to be around :’D

Princess. Part 2. Dean Winchester Multi-Shot.

Title: Princess. Part 2.

Pairing: Female Reader x Dean Winchester.

Summary: Y/N is the Princess of Hell, Crowley’s daughter. She escapes without her father’s awareness and meets a young hunter named Dean Winchester.

Triggers: Nothing Yet. :3

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