long and slender

Does anybody else find it extremely sexy to see Kakashi not wearing his gloves? Like I am a huge gloves fan, especially fingerless. But this man has about 95% of his body covered at all times. So to see him without gloves on is the sexual equivalent to men seeing woman’s ankles in the 1800′s. 

Just a few hand appreciation pictures to follow…

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That… is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.
—  Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters
Baby girl

CEO!Ash - This is pure fucking filth alright

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“Miss y/n, what’s your input on this?”

You heard your colleague’s voice in the background. But you didn’t react to it. You were focused on something else. Rather someone else. Your boss, that was sitting on the other end of the table, twisting and twirling a pen between his long, slender fingers. He was completely staring at you, head cocked to one side in a rather smug attitude. He was young, not much older than you. Only by a year or two. It always amazed you how successful he was for his age, but with that charm - although he most of the time radiated arrogance… and that smile, his success did not surprise you.

You’d lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him. Hell, that man could have his way with you without you even questioning it, you wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, you wanted it. You wanted him to fuck you, and by judging the look he was giving you, you understood he knew that, too. What made your chest rise and your heartbeat increase, was the fact that he tugged on the collar of his shirt. Then, he gazed up at you again, and the look he was shooting you this time made you weak. He wanted it, too.

“Miss?” your colleague repeated.

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I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That… is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.
—  Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

Yes! Wilson Just Released A Line Of Gloves With Extra Little Strings To Pick At For Kids Who Would Rather Be At Home Drawing

Well, this makes us wish we were kids again.

Some little sluggers were born to play baseball, but it takes all kinds to build a Little League team. Luckily, the folks at Wilson Sporting Goods have just delivered in a big way for all those players who don’t fit the standard mold: This week, they released a line of baseball gloves with extra strings to pick at for kids who would rather be drawing at home!

Literally all the yes! This just made some kid’s whole freaking life.

Wilson’s new A525 “Daydreamer” series gloves feature nearly twice as many little strings as conventional baseball gloves, giving young players no end of options to fidget with as they shuffle anxiously in the outfield, wishing they were inside with some nice, sharp colored pencils. For any kid counting down the hours until they can get home and trace Venom out of their How To Draw Comics The Marvel Way book, this mitt and its pre-loosened laces are a total godsend, offering endless picking potential through inning after interminable inning.

No matter whether you’re a string picker, a string chewer, or the kind of kid who just sits down, takes the glove off, and thinks about whether to draw a guy with two swords or one big sword that breaks apart into two separate swords, Wilson’s got you covered.

Of course, this glove is no slouch when it comes to fielding. The glove comes complete with a ParaShock palm pad to absorb impact from pop flies you’ve spent the whole game fearing, and is made of durable pigskin leather that somehow still won’t be broken in by the end of the season. Wilson even designed the glove specifically for long, slender fingers and easily bent wrists, making it an ideal fit for left fielders who are really only keeping at this because their dad buys them a meatball sub and salt-and-vinegar chips after the game, and who know full well that they could be using the time to draw a new type of wyvern that does electric blasts.

Consider us super jealous, because it sounds like playing Little League just got a whole lot more awesome!

| | > For some reason I keep seeing Hanzo described as ‘slender’ and ‘leanly built’ and I’m just like???? How????

idk about you but he looks like he could snap someone’s neck with one arm. He’s pretty gosh darn buff. Sure he isn’t a body builder but he definitely isn’t built like a sprinter in the 100 yard dash. Hanzo’s built to be repeatedly pulling back a bowstring. 

Guys, you gotta understand how taxing pulling back arrows over and over again actually is. It takes a lot even if the string isn’t incredibly tense, because you are essentially stopping forward momentum with your own strength. Sure someone that isn’t very strong could shoot a few arrows but it’s important to realize that it requires a lot of stamina and endurance. The amount of bodily strength one has determines how taunt you can make the arrow and thus how far you can shoot it. 

Hanzo’s upper body is extremely defined. He’s ripped. He has to be if his primary weapon is going to be a bow. If he was built like a sprinter he’d have thinner in the upper body and more consistently muscular. Hanzo has a strong upper body and a weaker lower body - his legs aren’t as strong as his arms. 

You Deserve Punishment (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 6,350

A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

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Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!? How could I not have known?!?

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Because of the relatively huge size of the clouded leopard’s fangs, this cat has evolved a long, slender skull with large and well-developed sagittal and occipital crests to support massive jaw muscles.  This skull is very similar to that of the ancient sabre-toothed cats, and like their extinct cousins, the clouded leopard has a gape of around 100 degrees, in contrast to a lion’s 65.  Some specialists believe this may provide a clue as to how the elusive clouded leopard hunts; most big cats kill by biting the muzzle or throat of an animal to suffocate it.  The sabre-toothed cats, however, would bite through the prey’s neck, severing arteries and nerves as well as the windpipe, resulting in an instant kill.  No one has ever seen a clouded leopard take large prey, but these large fangs and gape suggest that it may kill in a similar fashion.

His Throne [JHS]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jung Hoseok on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Hoseok, dom!Hoseok, thigh riding

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So I figured since I just turned 18, I should challenge myself and write my first smut! It kinda totally sucks, but what can ya do?  PCs to vikttoria16.

Version: Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jung Hoseok, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Hoseok demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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1 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU] 

WORD COUNT: 4,225

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

Originally posted by sosjimin

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Three (Harry Styles + Fionn Whitehead Smut)

You don’t know how it started. But from the moment you met Fionn, you wanted to know him. He was sweet, mysterious and there was something about him that made him different, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had, what you called, a “friend crush” on Fionn. He was cute, sure. But he had also become one of Harrys best friends. You had never liked one of Harrys friends as more than a friend, and you sure as hell weren’t going to start now. But as Fionn slowly inserted himself into Harrys life outside of Dunkirk, the more time you spent time with him. And the more you spent time with him, the more you were able to look into his pretty hazel eyes and bright smile. And this lead to you developing more than a “friend crush” on him. But Fionn was good at hiding his emotions, so you had no idea that the feeling was mutual. He had let it slip after one too many beers sitting poolside with Harry.

“She’s hot mate.” He slurred looking over at Harry.

“Who?”

“(y/n)” he said shamelessly.

“Oy, that’s me girl your crackin’ on.” Harry said sitting up from his slouching position in his chair.

“But you’ve got to admit, she’s hot.” Harry let a sly smirk grace his lips as his drunken thoughts drifted to his beautiful girl. As much as he wanted to be, he couldn’t be mad at Fionn. You were hot. Now that Harry thinks about it, he had noticed Fionn looking at you the way only he was supposed to. Just then, a thought drifted into Harrys head that probably shouldn’t have. Harry would normally never suggest such a thing, but the alcohol running through his veins and the image of you in his head made his better judgement lapse.

“If…” Harry starts.

“Get on with it, Harry.” Fionn said to him

“If she agrees to a threesome, would you do it?”

“You mean… you, me and her?” Fionn asks.

Harry nods and takes another swig of his beer, which is probably the last thing on earth he needs more of right now.

“I’m in.”


When Harry gets home from his morning workout, he finds you curled up in your favorite corner of your shared home. He decides to pop in, kiss your forehead and take a shower before he speaks to you. When he comes back downstairs, he now finds you sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in your hands, held out for him.

“I made your coffee, baby. Just the way you like it.” You said smiling up at him and placing a kiss to his jaw.

“Thank you love. Um…can we talk?” he nervously asked you taking a seat.

“What’s on your mind, bub?”

“You like Fionn, don’t you?” he said keeping his eyes trained on his coffee mug.

“He’s sweet. Yea I like him.”

“Do you find him attractive? Like, sexually?”

“He’s cute…Harry, where are you going with this?” you asked him confused.

It was then Harry realized that the worst you could do was laugh in his face and tell him no, which he could handle, so he just spit it out,

“Do you want to have a threesome with Fionn and I?” he said finally looking up at you.

You hesitated for a moment. Harry had always been very protective of you and very private with your sex life. So why now all of a sudden, he wants to open it up for Fionn, of all people. How did this even come about? You can’t imagine it being Fionn’s idea, he always seems so innocent and respectful. But all these questions aside, Harry wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t trust Fionn. And you did think he was attractive; beyond, actually. So, before you could talk yourself out of it, you blurted out a “Sure. Why not?”

Harrys face lit up, and he got up from the table and placed a burning kiss to your lips. “I’ll go call Fionn!” he said running down the hall, leaving you to wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.


A few nights later, there you were, in black and red lace, a silk sheer robe covering your body, waiting for Fionn to arrive at yours and Harrys home. You paced back and forth wondering how all this would play out.

“Relax, love. It’ll be fun. And if you want it to stop, just say the word.” And before you could respond to Harry, who was sitting on the end of the bed in a pair of bright red Calvin Klein boxers, the doorbell rang and it nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“I’ll get it!” you said running down the marble staircase and to the front door.

You opened the door to be greeted by a smiling Fionn, with a bottle of Rosé.

“Hi, come on in.” you said and stepped aside, letting him into your home.

“Thank you. You look stunning. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He said nervously.

You laughed as Fionn took off his shoes at the door.

“Well believe it. Head on up to the bedroom. Go up the stairs and to the right; big white double doors, can’t miss it. Harrys waiting. I’ll get some glasses for the wine.” You said smiling at him. The wine would be helpful in loosening you up.

When you get to the bedroom, Fionn has already stripped down to his black boxers, toned arms and abs on display as well as broad shoulders. It was strange, it had been years since you’d been with anyone other than Harry. You placed the glasses down on the bedside table.

“Anyone want any wine?” you asked as you poured a glass for yourself. You were met with two “No, thank you” and you drank the whole glass in one go.

“Alright.” You said and dropped your robe revealing your lacy outfit. You didn’t know what to do, so you looked at Harry for guidance, which Fionn was already doing.

“What are you looking at me for? Have at it. My only rules are, if (y/n) says stop, stop. And Fionn- wear this.”

Harry said tossing a condom Fionns way. He nodded and you made your way over to stand between his legs, figuring Harry would join in when he was ready. You leaned down and let your lips ghost over Fionn’s, before pressing them together. The kiss was sweet, Fionn obviously testing the waters. As your tongue ran over his bottom lip to deepen the kiss, your hands pressed onto his shoulders to push him back onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, lining your aching core up with his hard cock, grinding on him like you would Harry. He let out a moan in your mouth, and gripped your hips hard. His hips bucked up to get more from you and this caused you to bite down on his full bottom lip and whimper out his name. It felt so strange, saying a name in bed that wasn’t Harry. You disconnected your lips from the beautiful boys, to leave a trail of kisses down his solid body, with no tattoos in your wake. Pulling his hard cock from his tight boxers, you couldn’t help but compare him to Harry. He was slightly smaller and not as thick, and had a little more of a curve to him than Harry did. You took the plunge and wrapped your lips around him. Fionns eyes rolled back into his head and his fingers made their way to your hair as you swirled your tongue around his swollen, raspberry head.

“Fuck, you feel like velvet.” He said pulling tighter on your hair as your lips slid up and down his cock, covering him in your saliva. You licked all the way up the vein on his underside, and sucked hard on his tip causing him to let out a deep moan.

“Shit. Fuck don’t stop beautiful. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He said. You let your tongue feel out every vein bump and ridge on him as you took him as far as you could go, your lips touching the base of his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He let out a whimper and bucked up his hips harder, causing you to choke around his thick length and pull back. He was covered in your spit and you could tell he was close. But you wanted him inside you. So, you made your way back up his body pressing your lips to his mouth in a breathless, hard kiss.

“I want you inside me Fionn. Want your big cock inside my tight pussy. It’s so wet for you baby.”

Fionn let out a breath you didn’t know he was holding, and before you knew it, you were on your back, looking up at the pretty boy. It was now his turn to cover you in kisses. He took off your bra, and his lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked on the hard nub. He did the same for the other as one of his long slender fingers made its way into your soaked panties and slipped itself inside you. It was your hips that were now bucking up into him, his finger pumping in and out of you and his lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight baby. Shit and you’re so wet for me. I’ve got to taste you.” And with that, his fingers left your body, only to pull your panties down your shaking legs. He threw them over his shoulder, and leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs. You took this moment to look over at Harry, who you’d forgotten about until now. His boxers were off his body and on the floor next to his feet, as his hand dragged slowly up his hard, red cock. The sight alone, made you let out a whimper as Fionns soft, warm, wet tongue ran itself up your dripping center.  

“Enjoying yourself there, love?” Harry asked you.

And before you could even respond, Fionns lips wrapped around your clit and gave it a hard suck.

“Fuck, Fionn!” you moaned as you bucked your hips up to get more of his mouth. He kissed all the way down you, before his tongue slipped inside you, fucking you expertly. That, mixed with the slow circles he was rubbing on your clit, and the sight of Harry tugging on his oozing cock made your orgasm rip through you. Your toes curled, your back arched and your hips bucked. Fionns tongue was still fucking you, as your vision went white.

“Oh, my god, Fionn fuck baby.” You had a frim grip on his hair as you enjoyed the aftershocks of your high, his thumb still on your clit, his tongue still feeling your velvety, throbbing walls.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a smiling Fionn, with a mix of his spit and your juices covering the bottom half of his face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then said,

“I think someone else wants some of your attention as well.” And he nodded towards Harry who was standing on the side of the bed. You smiled up at your beautiful boy, and for the first time tonight, you kissed a familiar pair of warm, plump lips. You and Harry got lost in your passionate kiss, and you only broke it because of the sound of Fionn tearing a condom open and rolling it on.

“C’mere baby girl.” Fionn said and he pulled you away from Harry and pushed a hand on your back to make you kneel down, your ass touching the tip of Fionns cock, your nose nearly touching Harrys. Fionn wasted no time pushing inside you, you both letting out a loud moan at the feeling. You felt full, to the brim actually. And you knew it wouldn’t take long for Fionn to make you cum, your pussy feeling like silk against his thick cock. Your lips wasted no time wrapping around Harry, him almost doubling over at the feeling of your lips. You couldn’t hold Harrys hips like you normally would, having to keep yourself up, due to Fionn basically pounding  you from behind.

“Fuck my mouth baby.” You said looking up at Harry. He nodded and guided his cock inside your mouth, fucking your mouth at the same pace Fionn was fucking your pussy. The three of you were moaning messes, getting turned on by not only the feeling but also by the atmosphere. You moaned around Harrys cock when Fionn hit that little spot inside you that made you squirm. You squeezed around him as he let out an animalistic growl, driving his length into you hard, causing you to take all of Harrys length into your mouth. Spit was dripping down your chin and onto the bed, your arousal dripping down your thighs. You could feel both Harry and Fionn twitch inside you, just as Fionns fingers began to rub harshly at your clit. This caused your second orgasm of the evening, your jaw going slack and moaning around Harrys cock. He pulled his cock from your mouth and let his hand harshly jerk himself off, his cum painting your face as your name and a string of profanities falling from his lips. You got so caught up in Harry that you didn’t realize Fionn was also cumming inside the condom that covered him. Fionn moaned your name and collapsed onto the bed behind you, and you laid down beside him as he caught his breath.

You moved over to make room for Harry, and as soon as he was in reach, you pressed your lips to his in a hot kiss. He pulled away, admiring the sight of you fucked out, his cum dripping all over your face. He brought a finger up to your cheek, swiping a thick drop of cum off your skin, holding it up to your lips to suck at. You did, sucking on his fingers, just as you did his cock moments ago. You giggled, pressing another kiss to Harrys lips, before he wiped the rest of his cum off your face with a tissue.

“You ok?” he asked you sweetly.

“Great. You?”

“Great.”

You both looked over at Fionn.

“Fionn, you alright man?” Harry asked

“Never better.”

anonymous asked:

Can i request for a bad boy serpent jughead jones and the sweet girl next door betty cooper fiction and maybe with a steamy make out session scene? Thank you!

So the story is slightly AU. Jughead never attended school in Riverdale, never was friends with Betty and Archie, as a matter of fact they didn’t even know each other. No murder ever happened, Betty was never pinning over Archie. I also made some other small changes that you’ll notice upon reading. Plus, I made Reggie a Serpent too, for no reason really, I just wanted him to be Jughead’s childhood best friend in this universe. :p Last but not least, Betty turned out to be extremely feisty while I was writing this; she is still a sweetheart in pastel colors but her character is a tad more Betty Cooper in episodes 12 &13. I hope that’s ok! Thank you for requesting, dear anon! Enjoy, lovelies! ❤️
(Okay, this is 34 pages long. I don’t even know why, I don’t even know what I have written in so many pages. I apologize in advance for that mammoth length. Warning: turns mildly smutty but definately hot and heavy at the end.)

P.S. Because this is too long, I have put it under a “read more” so if you are on mobile the story gets cut halfway through. Here’s an AO3 link if the tumblr app doesn’t work for you. :)


Fruit Punch Lips & Leather Jacket Dreams

  • Part 1/3: But Mama, I Want a Bad Boy

Southside Elementary School was a rare example of fine architecture in the small town of Riverdale. Rebuilt at the outskirts of town, after a disastrous fire caused by a minor during a prank gone wrong a couple of years ago, and squeezed between Southside Kindergarten and Southside High, it looked nothing like the two crumbling, cement colored buildings on its sides that lacked any learning motivation. It was modern, pure white with splashes of green and purple and it brought a fresh air of change, a promise that maybe the next generation of Southside kids would not have the ominous fate of their ancestors.

The Serpents had outdone themselves with the construction of the of the building, hiring Fred Andrews and his crew – one of the few people that wasn’t driven by discrimination and always agreed in doing business at the south side of town – and wasting a large amount of money from their infamous Serpent vault to create a place appropriate for shaping young minds. Maybe that’s why sweet and always optimistic Betty Cooper smiled every day at three o’clock sharp when her sneakers would hop up the marble stairs of the buzzing with life building. Because it was proving her right; Serpents would do anything for their children, just like any other parent on a prestigious office job. Serpents weren’t the monsters everyone thought they were.

Her excuse for walking all the way from their quaint north paradise to the disreputable south district five days per week was something that Betty always found fascinating; volunteering. Nurturing and caring by nature, she was constantly filling her free time with activities that offered assistance to those needed; taking care of stray cats and dogs down at the animal center, gathering food supplies and clothing for the homeless at their local church, being an annual blood donor, being proud cofounder along with her best friend, Veronica Lodge, of the two years now successful female empowerment club, Girls Speak Louder, at Riverdale High. And when senior year came and she needed a bigger challenge, something to bring her out of her good girl comfort zone, a tiny announcement had caught her eye, stuck on the bulletin board at the center of her high school corridor; Volunteers needed at Southside Elementary School.

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BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,134

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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RFA + Hands

1. Yossung

Definitely a gamer’s hand. His left hand slightly differs from his right since the fingertips are a little rough due to playing guitar when he was in high school (got this idea from the deep route chat stating that he used to play in a band before. I assume it was guitar). He holds your hands while guiding you to play his favorite computer game. His hand feels smooth against yours, with a slight rough feeling to it that you like. When your character dies, he brushes your cheeks saying it’s okay. He might be small and cute but his hands says “I’ll always protect you no matter what.”

2. Zen

Elegant, poised, graceful. What do you expect from a guy who has Godly looks? His hands are smooth and tender, without any sign that he’s lifting weights. When you hold hands, it’s like holding marshmallow cause it’s so soft. Despite having lady-like hands, it leaves a lingering scent of his favorite cigarettes that reminds you that he’s a man. Plus, it feels like satin that’s slipping off from you when he runs his fingers through your curves.

3. Jaehee

Often apologizes to you when her hands feels dry, as she stayed for long inside an air conditioned room, writing reports. Yet her hands are soft, her fingers are long and slender, you would never believe she’s playing judo with such delicate hands. She often pats you on the back and shoulder and her comforting touch make all you worries go away.

4. Jumin

Daddy hands~. Sorry, I mean, hairy in a nice way. Visible veins and defined knuckles. His touches might seem hard and heavy but on the contrary, it feels very light and careful especially when he’s running his fingers through your hair and when he holds your hands, he has a habit to rub his thumbs against the back of your palm, which feels a little rough and you can’t help but feel tingly about it.

5. Seven

Veins popping and running across his arms and hands due to his training as an agent and since it’s his most used body part. Typing for hours, and when tiredness hits him, his hands start to moist. Despite the fact that had gone under training, his hands are soft due to moistness. When you hold hands, it’s not an icky feeling cause it’s warm and soft. His hands are bigger than the average and can clasp both of your hand in his. Perfect for “holding-hands-inside-his-hoodie-pocket”. Plus, since he’s fast with his hands, you won’t even have time to react when he touches you here and there.


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6.V

His grips are tight, as if he’s holding his camera, but that doesn’t bother you at all, cause you can feel the care in his hold. When holding hands, he finds your comfortable position and adjusts his to yours. His hands are a little dry, that makes your hand moist when touched, as if electricity is running through it. Oftentimes, he asks you to be his model and when your hair’s not in place, he sets it according to his tastes, and when he accidentally brushes your nape, chills run down your spine, in the best way possible.

7. Saeran

Visible scars on his hands due to self inflicted injuries when he was under stress, and some of it are already fading. He’s always keeping his hands to himself due to shyness and would rather hold it himself. But when he wants someone to hold it, he would tug on your sleeves and extends his hands. It was anxious at first, getting your hands wet and all, but eventually relaxes and holds you without any sign of letting go, because he’s afraid of you leaving him. 

CTTO of the pics.

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mavelfanatic said: 

Hi! I was wondering if could write a oneshot with FLUFFY AF smut. Like all the I Love Yous and Are You Okays? With cuddles and fluff because I desperately need fluffiness rn. With either Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes.  Thx!!

Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky hasn’t progressed farther than the occasional heated makeout… Until one fateful evening when everything changes.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ PLEASE AND THANKS, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), General fluffiness, adorable and observant Bucky (best warning ever), bad editing sorry I did this quickly bc uni papers

Words: 1988

A/N: Alright so this is my first time writing smut pls be gentle I am but a novice perv, also THIS IS NOT SOMETHING I DO REGULARLY SO DON’T REQUEST SMUT


When he woke up next to you on that fateful morning, Bucky Barnes had to remind himself how to breathe. His eyes fluttered open, the small patches of sun that filtered through the curtains of his bedroom entered rather unpleasantly into his sight.

He groaned, stretching his arms out widely to the sides until he softly bumped into your body. He’d almost forgotten about last night.

With wide eyes, he rolled over on his side almost too eagerly, fearing his jolted movements might have woken you. He sighed in content and relief when he saw you, still happily asleep on the pillow next to him.

His eyes softened at the sight of you, hair somehow perfectly fixed behind your shoulders which rose and fell with every passing breath. The covers barely concealed your naked figure, the sheets just pulling above your nearly exposed breasts. Bucky sucked in a breath, he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.

The thing is Bucky had been in love with you for so long now that the surreal image in front of him, of you sleeping peacefully looking like an absolute angel in bed - in his bed - felt more like a dream than reality. He pinched himself gently on the flesh arm and was gleefully relieved to feel the nip of pain on his bicep. 

He was only centimeters away from your face, eyes flicking onto every part of you that he so desperately wanted to memorize. Gingerly, and perhaps unconsciously, he reached out a pressed his flesh hand to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone ever so gently. 

You stirred at the feeling of his warm hand, humming contently and whispering out his name with a sleepy smile cast across your features. Bucky swore it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard, his name through your lips.

In that instantly he was transported back to the previous night, before he’d ended up in bed with you, before he even remotely expected to wake up like this with you.


Hey, (Y/N)! Didn’t think you were coming out tonight.” Steve’s voice caught Bucky’s attention in the midst of one of Tony’s all too crowded parties.

“Well, I know Bucky would be absolutely lost without me.”

“Easy, you haven’t been together that long.” Steve laughed.

Bucky stared at you, speechless as he gawked at how perfect you looked in the dress you were wearing, how it fit you in all the right places. He had to remind himself to close his mouth.

“Hey Buck.” You smiled when your eyes landed on him.

“Hey.” He croaked back, swallowing thickly as you strode past everyone else and deliberately sat right next to him on the sofa. 

You smelled so good, the perfume you were wearing invaded Bucky’s senses the moment you got into position beside him. God, he was convinced that your scent was the most intoxicating thing on the planet.

Ever since you’d joined the team, Bucky’d had this primal attraction to you. He bounced back and forth between wanting to wrap you in soft blankets and kiss every inch of your face, and wanting to throw you against a wall and make you his. Tonight he was somewhere in between.

You smiled up at him brightly, “You seem kinda distracted.” You muttered.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He said, long before he could stop himself.

Your eyes went wide at his comment, “Thanks.”

“God, I can’t believe how fucking good you look.” He mumbled, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

“You okay?”

“No,” He said, looking at you, “I’m not,”

A smirk danced along your lips, knowing exactly what he meant. Your relationship had never stemmed past heavy makeout sessions, yet at least, and you had a sneaking suspicion that that fact might change tonight.

“Really?” You asked.

Bucky half glared at you, knowing he was most likely in for a night of teasing if he wasn’t careful.

“Well, if you make an excuse to get out of here as soon as possible, maybe we can do something about that.”

That was it, that was all he needed to stand up rather abruptly and take you by the wrist, half dragging you out of the party with a stupidly large boyish grin on his face.

By the time you’d gotten back to his apartment, half of your dress had already been taken off, his lips attacked any part of your chest he could find as the soft sound of your moans filled the room. 

Your fingers carded through his hair, tugging on it gently and earning a grunt from him. He’d always been a sucker for hair pulling, and it played right into your hand when he had you like this. 

Your legs were wrapped around his waist firmly as he pressed you against the wall. He thought he just might die when he heard the sound that came out of your mouth when he ground his crotch into you from this new angle.

“Bucky.”

The whisper that came out as a moan from deep in your throat make him suck harshly on your neck, no doubt leaving an impressive bruise there as memorabilia for the next day.

He lifted you, moving until he legs hit the bed, where he laid you down and climbed on top of you, removing the rest of your dress in the process.

Raising himself up to get a view of your near naked body, he grunted when he saw the matching set of lingerie you were wearing. 

The tug at the bottom of his shirt was a signal, and he knew it. He hadn’t thought this part through yet, about having you see his scar.

You noticed his hesitation, “Buck.” You cooed.

His eyes met yours and he smiled softly at you.

“It’s me.” You said calmly.

“I know.”

“I love you for everything you are.”

Now that he didn’t know. 

“You…”

“Love you, yes.”

“(Y/N)…” He whispered, before his lips came crashing back down on yours, only breaking once when the fabric of his shirt was lifted over his head.

You traced the line of his scar, whispering ‘I love you’s desperately in between feverish kisses. 

Bucky’s head was spinning. He’d never felt like this before about anyone, never so completely enamored, never so in love.

By the time your bra and panties came off, Bucky figured he’d died and gone to heaven. Your body was the most blissful, gorgeous thing he’d looked at. Ever.

His pants were off so quickly, he was sure he’d given himself rug burn. 

He crawled between your legs, his face mere inches from your heat. You whined out, the anticipation of having him so close building inside of you. He reached a finger forward and gently began circling your clit.

A sharp cry came out of your mouth at the stimulation he was giving you. There seemed to be a way about his movements, how smooth they were, it drove you insane. 

The kisses that he trailed up you thighs made your legs shake, your hands reaching forward to tug at his soft locks even more. He took the cue, and latching his lips snugly around your clit.

A high pitched moan of delight made Bucky laugh into you, the vibrations driving even more wild than before. There was no question in your mind that Bucky knew exactly how to please a woman, and he had every intention of taking him time on you.

His name was the only word you mouth could produce, seemingly your brain had forgotten all others. He was the only thing that occupied your thoughts.

He inserted a single finger, still lapping away at your sensitive nub, and began pumping his way in and out of you. His long slender finger curved upwards and hit exactly where you needed him, another low moan coming from you in approval. 

A few more kisses were pressed to your inner thighs before he got back on top of you, positioning himself carefully at your entrance. You placed a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes deeply for a moment.

The whole world melted away for a few seconds, the only one’s existing in the universe you were the two of you.

You reached forward and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. Such a small gesture, but one that held great meaning and more significantly, great love.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving something quite as much as I have you.” You whispered, words only for his ears.

The kiss that he planted on your lips was enough of his reply, enough of his own version of an ‘I love you’. That was when he thrusted into you sharply, causing a low moan to escape your lips, captured by his kiss.

His movements were slow, but held a level of franticness, as if he might never get the opportunity to make love to you like this ever again. But you would do everything in your power to make sure he did. 

“Is this okay?” He asked you, slowing his rhythm in between his grunts to look into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Yes, of course.” You said, before he began entering you even deeper than being, hitting your spot with every thrust causing you to cry out his name. 

His metal hand grabbed at your thigh, lifting your leg up and over his shoulder, his cock enter you at a depth that made you see stars.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, tugging him down by the back of the neck, kissing him desperately. 

Your tongues entered each other’s mouths in a frantic expression of passion and he continued to fuck you with love you had never experienced before.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He grunted.

You could feel your climax building, and you knew it wasn’t going to be long the way that Bucky was treating you.

“I’m close.” You whined, and Bucky knew exactly what to do next.

His metal fingers brushed against your clit a few times, the coldness making your eyes roll back into your head and he slowly thrusted into you deeply.

He pined his forehead against yours, eyes locking onto each other as he felt you begin to spasm around him. His lips pressed against yours again, a soft, barely audible “I love you.” Finally passing through them.

And that was all it took.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you harder than it ever had before, moans of his name and heavy breathing were the only sounds that could be heard in the room.

“Fuck,” Bucky moaned, “Fucking shit, there I am.”

Bucky’s own high presented itself, hot ropes of his cum filling you as he continued to thrust sloppily through it all.

He soon collapsed on top of you, your sweaty bodies sticking together in a comforting way.

You began to trace patterns on his back, little designs and drawings here and there as his arms circled your waist, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“I love you.” He repeated, with a small laugh.

You pressed a kiss to his temple, “I love you too.”


“Bucky?”

You soft voice broke him out of his trance.

“Hey, doll.” He said, smiling as you opened your eyes to look at him. 

You returned the smile sleepily, and snuggled into him further.

“Waking up beside you feels like a dream.”

Those words made him laugh, if only you knew what he’d just been thinking about not that long ago.

Bucky kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around you, inhaling the scent of your shampoo deeply.

He soon heard you begin to softly snore again and he decided to let you sleep, holding onto you and stroking your face gently, whispering just how much he loved you into your ear, even if you couldn’t hear him.