look-his-move!

I know a lot of people are upset that we didn’t get to see Dean carry Cas’s body into the house—and don’t get me wrong, I wanted to see it too; but can you imagine them actually trying to film that scene? It would’ve been impossible!



Attempt 1:

“Okay—just jump up here” Jensen says, squatting down some and holding out his arms.

“No way!” Misha yelps instantly, backing up a few paces.

“Why not?”

“You’re gonna drop me!”

“I won’t drop you!” Jensen scoffs, opening his arms wider now and motioning for Misha to move.

“Hell no! As soon as I jump, you’ll drop me.”

“I’ve carried you before, man. Did I drop you then?”

“That was for photos and shit—two seconds tops. This is a whole scene!” Misha argues, putting his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, guys! Are we doing this or what?” Phil calls out from somewhere behind the monitors.

“Yep!” Jensen answers quickly and then motions to Misha again—this time, with an urgent look on his face.

Misha rolls his eyes but eventually moves in closer, bracing one hand on Jensen’s shoulder before throwing his own body into the air.

Jensen grunts.

They both immediately tumble to the ground.


Attempt 2:

“Dude—why are your arms around my neck?”

“I don’t want to fall again!” Misha whines, looking warily towards the gravel as Jensen scoots along.

Jensen breathes out a strained laugh at that . “Yeah, but you’re supposed to be dead. This is kinda killing the illusion.”

“I don’t think so” Misha mutters, obviously choosing to be difficult now.

“Seriously, dude? I can’t carry dead-Cas inside, bridal-style!” Jensen huffs, shifting his arms a little to try and keep Misha’s weight in the air.

“Why not? You carrying me to my death bed is pretty much the same as you carrying me to the marriage bed … especially on this show.”

Jensen quickly drops Misha again.


Attempt 3:

Jensen is out of breath—and his back is hurting like a mother fucker, but he hunkers down to lift Misha up once more.

And this time—Misha slumps his body backwards and completely relaxes his muscles, which nearly breaks Jensen in two.

Oof! God—damn!” Jensen grunts, trying desperately to step forward across the dirt and grass. “It’s like—ugh—carrying a—agh—a sack of wet leather!”

Misha slits one eye open and smirks at his costar. “You’re so sweet, Dean. This is why I fell for you in the first place.”

He’s prepared to be dropped this time, and he laughs as he rolls out of Jensen’s arms.

“What’s goin’ on, guys?” Phil yells out across the clearing.

“Nothin’!” Jensen wheezes, bending his body over his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “Just—just need a minute!”

A second later, Jared is bounding up to them. “Hey, y’all okay?”

Misha chuckles and goes over to pat Jensen on the back. “Yeah—someone just needs to spend more time lifting weights.”

Jensen immediately sneers up at the other man. “And someone else needs to lay off the pizza!”

“How about I be the one to carry him in?” Jared says suddenly—loud enough for Phil to hear it too.

“We could try that” Phil says, sounding frustrated and just eager to get this scene over with.

“What?” Misha yelps. “No way! No, no, no, no, no! No way Jared is carrying me!”

“Wha—why?” Jared asks, feigning some puppy dog innocence that is damn near Oscar worthy.

“You know exactly why!” Misha insists, taking several steps backwards to be out of the moose’s long reach. “Phil! You can’t be serious! Jared is just going to throw me in the lake if we do it this way!”

Jared’s face bursts into a giant grin, and his eyes sparkle like a Disney character whose wish just came true. “The lake! I didn’t even think of that!”

Misha groans loudly, and Jensen is laughing– all while Phil is angrily rubbing his temples behind the monitor.


Attempt 4:

“Are we ready yet?”

“One more sec, Phil!” Misha answers, turning back to look at Jared and Jensen with a face of warning.

“How about we both carry him in?” Jared suggests, and it sounds genuine but Misha still isn’t falling for it.

“No! Not gonna happen! Then you’ll both just throw me into the lake!”

Jensen rolls his eyes but he can’t stop himself from smiling. “No we won’t, man. Seriously—we’re losing the light here. We need to get this done.”

“I know that! Don’t you think I know that? But this is my dead body we’re talking about and I need to make sure it’s respected!”

“We’ll respect it” Jared insists.

“Since when have you ever respected it?” Misha counters.

“Okay! Alright! Just… Jared, get back there—we’re gonna try this again the way it’s scripted, okay?”

Jared holds up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, but I’ll be over here if you need me.”

“We won’t need you” Misha warns, knowing Jared’s deviousness all too well and it’s starting to make him break out in hives.

Jared laughs but finally backs away, until he’s far off on the other side of the set.

Jensen then takes a deep breath. “Okay, man. Let’s go. Let’s do this.”

Misha nods, and they both seem determined now.

With a heave and some careful balancing, Misha is once again in Jensen’s arms and Jensen is once again, huffing his way to the front door of the cabin. He’s huffing a lot … he sounds like he’s in pain.

“You okay?” Misha whispers, trying not to look up or move his mouth much—because, he is dead after all.

“Fine” Jensen wheezes shortly, but he doesn’t sound very convincing.

“You sure?” Misha asks again.

“Shh!” Jensen snips, trying to concentrate.

Misha finally peeks up at him. “Your face is really red.”

Jensen doesn’t answer, he just strains to keep Misha in his grasp.

“And your veins are popping out of your neck.”

“I’m acting” Jensen finally grunts.

Acting—constipated?” Misha asks.

“Shut up!”

“Ow—okay, now you’re pinching my ass!”

“Well, I need to hold onto something!”

“You need to hold onto my ass?”

“It’s got the most grip.”

“Okay … okay … now that just tickles!” Misha starts to laugh, squirming a little and it eventually  throws Jensen off balance.

“F—fu—fuck!” Jensen wobbles to one side and sends Misha rolling dramatically  onto the ground.

“I can help!” Jared yells out, sounding so excited, he might just burst.

“No … no, that’s alright, Jared” Phil cuts in, just as Misha is lifting himself from the dirt. “We’ve been talking and we think we’re just going to cut this scene. It’s uh … it’s not working out.”

With that, Misha throws his fist into the air victoriously, and Jensen drops exhaustively to the ground with the overwhelming relief—and Jared’s disappointed moans can be heard all the way on the other side of the lake; echoing out “Aw, man!”  and “Damnit” and lamenting all the glorious opportunity that he’s just lost.

She’s moved on.
But sometimes the sky still looks like his eyes.
She’s moved on.
But she’s kept every possession that has any connection to him.
She’s moved on.
But when she comes across that flannel he left behind she’ll put it on so it’s like he’s holding her again.
She’s moved on.
But the fact that the same flannel has almost lost every last trace of him, makes her chest feel heavier for a while.
She’s moved on.
But on lonely nights she’ll sleep in his old t-shirt he gave her when she was his.
She’s moved on?
But there’s moments so often where something happens or is said that reminds her of him and a memory she loved, sometimes wishing she could relive it even just for a moment…
—  You never really move on, just move past…// Sil. R. (Via ourvoicematters)
Sweat [M]

Pairing: Hoseok x reader x Yoongi

Summary: It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have an unorthodox method of trying to keep you cool.

Genre:  smut, pure smutty threesome, goodness, Poly!yoonseok

Word Count: 

Warnings: graphic depictions of sex, dirty talk, ice play

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

The sun was already shining high in the sky when your eyes fluttered open. The overwhelming heat of the day had your shirt soaked to your skin. You groaned, reaching over to chug the glass of water on the table next to you. But the room temperature water wasn’t enough to satisfy your thirst. “It’s so fucking hot.” you mumbled as you slid off your mattress. The sheets were crumpled in a pile on the floor, somehow the 3 of you managed to kick them off the bed in your sleep. 

You padded down the hallway and the familiar sounds of your boyfriends arguing rang through your ears. Yoongi and Hoseok were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Fire and ice. Water and oil. But there was something about you that brought the two of them together.

Hoseok’s eyes immediately fell onto yours as you entered the living room, “Tell Yoongi you want to go to the beach today. He’s being a lazy ass and won’t let us go.”

You chuckled, “The beach does sound nice, Hobi. But it’s probably going to be packed.” you squeezed his shoulder gently as you made your way to the fridge and out of the corner of your eye you could see him pouting. Clearly not happy that you were siding with Yoongi in this democratic household.

“See, I told you she wouldn’t want to go.” Yoongi teased as he laid back down on the floor, a gummy smile spread across his glistening face. He stared at you with mischief in his eyes, but the thought of intertwining limbs in this heat sounded like the worst possible idea, no matter how hard he made you cum.

You opened the door to the freezer, finding sweet relief in the blast of cool air rushing towards your skin. It was days like this when you cursed your boyfriends for letting them talk you into this place. Your apartment was beautiful, and you loved it, but it didn’t have A/C. So every summer the three of you wandered across the apartment in various states of undress, hoping that the lack of clothing encasing your skin will offer relief.

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i loved the animation in this part, before he turns to look at max his eyes move around very slightly, you can almost tell exactly what he’s thinking and feeling in that moment just by looking at him, it’s a small detail but i feel like it says a lot, it’s nice to camp camp be animated at a slower pace in these scenes since it’s usually animated really fast and bouncy (especially with a character like david whose movements are constantly being exaggerated) also the head turn looks so smooth and natural it’s satisfying to watch

Boss's Orders

Boss’s Orders (m)

Word count: 2.6k

Genre: filth, apparently I have a thing for shameless office sex ;)

I tried a different style of writing for this one… anyway, enjoy.

Originally posted by gotjimin


I was doing some faxing for Mr. Park, my boss. He was making me work late, yet again. He had made me work late a lot these past few weeks. Sometimes a couple of other people were with me but tonight I was the only one left.

He had gotten on to me because one of my reports was messed up. It wasn’t a surprise to me that one out of the twenty I was given, at the same time, was not perfect. Mr. Park always got pretty mad with me for unknown reasons. Or I just was around when he’d need to take his pent up anger out on someone. It was sad that the only reason I put up with him was because I needed this job… and that I was insanely attracted to him. Although, I felt especially attracted to him when he got on to me. There was something about his aggressive, hard voice that made my knees weak and my panties wet. He’d sometimes slam his fist on his desk and i’d have to bit my lip to keep from moaning.

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Problematic

Pairing: Tom holland x reader

Summary: Reader has been dating tom for a while and makes a great friendship with Anthony and Sebastian, so naturally she joins the #RoastTomHollandSquad™ (based on this interview )

word count: 1542


Permanent Tag list: @jor-da-na , @isucaf , @namlessgirl

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Masterlist

Originally posted by parkrpeters

Being Tom Holland’s girlfriend wasn’t an easy task, but someone had to do it, right?. Being away from him sucked at the beginning, but ever since last year you had started coming to the recording sets along with him and Harrison, so everything worked great for you guys.

Tom loved having his girlfriend next to him everyday, not worrying about distance ruining their relationship, and the fans and press loved you! Even his castmates, whom Y/n had developed a great friendship with.

Following Tom around his crazy schedule had many negatives, such as being sleep deprived all the time, but it also had it’s perks. You got to tag alone as to many of the press events and conventions, such as today’s D23 expo.

You had come with Tom to the reveal of the Infinity War trailer and people had loved it! All the fans had gone absolutely nuts when they saw it, and wanted to know even more about the upcoming movie.

Right now all the cast was being interviewed in pairs about the movie and their characters. You stepped away, trying to give Tom some space and deciding to gander around.

That was until you heard Tom’s name being called, followed by a series of laughs. As you turned around you realised it was Anthony and Seb, chatting with some interviewer.

“Hey Y/n come here!” Anthony called out for you as he turned around to the girl interviewing them “She will tell you how awful he is, after all; she has to deal with him on a daily basis. Can you imagine that?”

You laughed as you approached them, realising what this was about. They were, once again, roasting your boyfriend’s ass with the press.

It all started a couple.months back, when Anthony called Tom a little asshole, and his beef towards him had only increased ever since, dragging Seb along the way. It was pretty hilarious if they asked you.

“Y/n Seriously, how you do it? How can you stand him all day?”

“Well, why do you think I’m not with him right now? A girl needs her breaks”

The two actors laughed with you, deciding to have some more fun at Tom’s expense.

“Was he annoying you? Have you given him his juice box yet?” Seb asked, looking genuinely concerned, but still using his teasing voice.  

“I’m not his nanny! If he wants a juice box he can get it on his own!” You said, trying to look serious and offended before continuing. “Besides that’s Harrison’s job”

This time Anthony, Seb and even the interviewer bursted out laughing at the mention of Tom’s “assistant”.

The interviewer decided to play along with your little teasing toward Tom, joining in the conversation.

“Y/n, you’ve been dating Tom for some time now; how you keep up with his little attitude problem and all the special requests he has?”

“Let me tell you it’s not an easy task, but honestly that why I keep Harrison around, he can keep track of his needs while I enjoy the benefits”

“So that’s it Y/n? You just going to let his best friend take care of his needs?”

“Well, not all his needs if you catch my drift, but any other stuff he can take care off.”

Anthony interrupted the conversation, trying to sound sarcastic about your last comment. He tried looking surprised as he raised both of his eyebrows and stared at the interviewers camera.

“I guess Spider-Boy is a real man now”

“He is, Anthony, but he still acts like a little boy”

“The weirdest thing is” Seb continued, as everyone’s attention focused back at him. “He has this weird personality swings! You can be with Tom the little boy sipping on his juice box, and next thing you know you’re with Thomas the old man who likes his tea without sugar!”

You laughed along saying. “He looks 15, acts like he is 8, but is secretly 64”

You were about to step out of the interview, but Anthony wasn’t done roasting Tom.

“Wait, he likes tea without Sugar?! as if this kid could be any more problematic!”

“Tell me about it” You said as you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed. “ He is a big problem when cooking dinner. He has this weird diet going on and can only have certain stuff”

Seb laughed as he hugged you from besides while he said. “That’s kid is just a huge problem”

The interviewer had noticed how close you seemed to be with the cast, and decided to comment on it.

“I can feel like there is some strong friendship here! How did that happen?”

Anthony decided to answer on the question as he hugged you from the other side, making you look tiny between them both.

“Well, at first when she arrived to the sets we thought she was going to be a huge diva like her boyfriend, however when we finally talked to her she seemed like a pretty chill girl, right Seb?”

“Yeah, after we hanged out the three of us we decided to keep this kiddo around” He said as he ruffled your hair, with a friendly smile.

“Is that so Y/n?” said the interviewer, trying to get as much info as she could.

“Well, also our hatred for Tom brought us even closer.”

“Well, there you have it folks! An inside on what is working and living with Spiderman:Homecoming Star Tom Holland, by not other than Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Tom’s lovely girlfriend Y/n Y/ln.”

The interview finally ended, as the interviewer went back to her job and you were left with both boys. You kept on talking about random stuff until you noticed Tom approaching you.

“Oh no! The diva is back!”

Anthony laughed as Tom made a funny face at him, while grabbing your hand. You gave Tom a quick peck before you were interrupted again.

“Hey Thomas, you’ll never believe the great interview we just had! And Y/n joined us! But I guess you’ll just have to wait until later to see it”

Anthony had a devilish grin in his face as he stared at both of them. Seb was trying not to burst out laughing as he looked at Tom. The boy looked at the girl with a questioning and confused look, wondering what that was all about, however dropping it as they were called for pictures with the cast.

“Go Tom, I’ll wait for you over there alright?”

“You’re not getting away without telling me alright?”

Finally Tom turned around and went to join the whole cast for more pictures and interviews.

The rest of the day went by rapidly until it was the end of the day and you went back to the hotel with Tom.You got into your room, hoping to get a good night of sleep, however Tom was not letting things go by.

“Hey babe, what was that interview about?”

“Ummm? What interview?”

“The one Anthony just send me through twitter? The one he mentioned you joined”

You got a little preoccupied at the thought of Tom watching it. Sure, it had all been jokes, but you didn’t want him to get angry or fight about that stupid thing.

“We were just kidding Tom- You know Anthony, he started his beef and I- I might have joined them” You kept playing with your hair and glancing down, getting a little nervous at his reaction.

Tom noticed your behaviour as he seated down, holding you from behind. “I won’t get mad love, I know you were kidding.”

You let out a breath you didn’t knew you were holding before turning around and kissing him, before he pulled back and asked. “Well, can I see the interview?”

You sighed as you let out a nod and Tom pressed on the link. The title read “Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Y/n Y/ln trash talk new Marvel Star??. Honestly these sites did anything to get a couple of views.

The interview came up showing the beginning without you, until you finally joined and continued. You watched as Tom laughed at some of the comments, and made some faces at others. It was kind of cute actually.

He finally turned to face you as he raised his left eyebrow at you. Great, you could feel a comment coming your way

“Sooo, I’m a big problem uhh?”

He got close to your face, almost brushing his lips next to yours. His eyes had gotten dark and was staring at you with a hungry look as he moved his hands to your legs, gently stroking them. You decided to tease him a little bit as you looked innocently at him, grabbing him by his neck.

“You can be very problematic”

“I’ll show you how problematic I can really be”

Tom finally closed his eyes and kissed you hard, as he pressed you against the couch. He grabbed your legs and lifted you with him, taking you to the bed and dropping you in it, as he got above yo and removed his shirt, kissing you once again.

Yep. Being Tom Holland’s girlfriend wasn’t easy, but hey, someone had to do it.

Nicky convincing the team to go to a gay bar to celebrate before they drive back home after an away game:

  • Nicky thinks it’s the greatest idea and looks like he expects Neil to be on board
  • Allison and Renee think it’s a great idea and Matt and Dan enthusiastically jump on board
  • Kevin is indifferent at first, but then they get there and Jeremy is there so he chats him up all night
  • “Kevin, he’s hitting on you.” “No, he isn’t.” “We’re in a gay bar.” “He came with Laila and Alvarez.”
  • Guys keep staring at Kevin and hitting on Andrew and Aaron
  • Eventually Aaron hides behind Nicky and makes him play interference
  • Andrew just glares up at guys and if they don’t take the hint that he’s not interested he’ll tell them “Fuck off, I’m not interested.”
  • One guy mentions his luck that they’re twins and Andrew fucking decks him
  • Guys also approach Neil while he’s sitting at a table with Andrew
  • Neil doesn’t always realize he’s being hit on until Andrew goes all tense
  • Andrew tells them “Fuck off, he’s taken.”
  • He gets more hostile about it the more guys try it
  • At one point Andrew and Neil are supposed to be guarding the table with Dan and Aaron, but Andrew gets up to go outside for a smoke and of course Neil follows
  • They come back forty minutes later with mussed up hair and Neil’s lips look chewed up and everyone is pretty sure those are hickeys on Andrew’s neck, but they’re afraid to ask
  • Renee and Allison spend most of the night dancing together with some stops to drink and sit together
  • Matt dances with Nicky extendedly and Nicky looks so happy
  • When they’re trying to go get more drinks, guys keep trying to stop Andrew and Neil and approach them at the bar
  • So the next time they go to get another round, Andrew sticks his hand out and gives Neil a questioning look
  • Neil moves his hand even with Andrew’s, but a few inches from touching because they’ve gotten to the handholding thing with no one else around, but this is a crowded place and he wants to make sure he’s reading the signals right
  • Andrew takes Neil’s hand and guides Neil through the crowd and sometimes maneuvers them so that Neil is between him and strangers that are standing too close
Double trouble

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook 

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Double the fun, double the pleasure. 

Genre: Smut, Fluff. Poly AU. 

Author’s note: I had way too much fun writing this. x 


When you first meet people you never know how important they’re gonna be in your life. This also happened when you met two amazing guys. When you first met them you thought there were nice and knew that they would mean a lot to you but you never for a second thought that they’d become two of the most important people of your life.

It’s funny how things all started. You were just walking around town, slowly sipping your coffee as you looked at your surroundings. You always loved walking around in historical cities, just to see the pretty architecture and historical buildings. After having been walking around for a while you sat down on a bench in the park, enjoying the pretty view. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice two handsome guys sitting down next to you. You got snapped out of your thoughts as one of them dropped his phone on the ground, instantly picking it up and mumbling an awkward apology for disturbing your thoughts. 

Forgiving him wasn’t hard, especially since he had an adorable smile. The other guy who was sitting next to him smiled at you too. Just then you realized how attractive they both were. One had bleached blonde hair while the other had dark brown, almost black hair. It suited them very well, you thought as you checked them out. However, they noticed you checking them out and smirked as they felt their confidence rising. The three of you made some small talk before you looked at your watch and saw that you were gonna be late for dinner at your parents’ place. You quickly bit your goodbyes before racing off.  

You ran into them again 3 days later at your local coffee shop. You just ordered your coffee, ready to walk out again when you spotted the duo sitting at a table in the back, happily chatting. You couldn’t help but wonder if they were friends or boyfriends, since they seemed really close. Apparently you had been staring long enough for them to notice because Taehyung was staring at you with a bright smile on his face. He motioned for Jungkook to look behind him and when he did, his smile was just as bright. They called you over to sit down with them, which you did. The three of you talked for 2 hours straight, clearly enjoying each other’s presence.

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i might be looking into things a bit too much, but i just thought i’d share some things i noticed. 

so in today’s upload, we’re met with this:

he’s been with us all along” ––– now, bare with me for a second on this… what if this is a subtle reference to dark? mark started playing scp containment in 2012 in the beginnings of his channel. and around that time was when the whole ‘darkiplier’ character started to spring up in the community as well.

now, mark has started playing scp again, and coincidentally enough, dark has returned as well (returning in ‘a date with mark’, and ‘don’t play this game’). which poses that question: has dark been here with all of us the entire time, but only now started to make his move?

looking into this video, i picked up a few things… there’s one scene where mark is in the elevator and becomes attacked by an unseen being. 

You can feel something near you, but you are unable to see it. Perhaps it’s time is now.” it reads.

hmmm… well, looking back on it all, dark has disappeared for a while from the channel (only appearing on rare occasions) and mark didn’t seem to notice. which brings me back to the idea that dark has been there all along, but he’s been waiting for the right moment to come back. which is where the “perhaps it’s time is now” ties in. and now is the moment that dark’s been waiting for.

but it can’t all be coincidence that dark started to come back with the fact that mark is playing an old game he used to play, right?

what about this, maybe?

ah, a slender game! we haven’t seen one of those on mark’s channel for a while either. but there’s only one character who was associated with slender and even got around so much as to get an interview with him…

this guy… wilford.

and mark has mentioned in one of his tumblr posts, saying to “buckle the fuckle up” when someone stated that they hope wilford will return. which this could pretty much only mean that the bubblegum bitch is going to reappear again.

wilford is definitely not who he says he is. there’s more to him. i mean, in a date with mark, the guy literally teleports you to the bathroom where you find out that you’re actually chica. so i hope it’s safe to assume that wilford, in one way or another, can deal with time and space. so, looking back at the title “a scare from the past”, perhaps wilford is the one who is bringing back all these old games? and because of this, dark is returning as well?

the egos are definitely up to something. there’s got to be more to it than just a big coincidence. do they have something planned?? are they plotting something??? i just???/

Higher (pt 7)

Originally posted by lawlliets

Member: Exo Suho/Junmyeon

Type: Fluff/Angst/Future Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

You clamped your mouth shut, your eyes darting around the room to avoid his gaze. Your fingers scratched the sheets, your heart beating faster as you felt the bed shift. Then there was a feathery touch at your cheek, and you gasped, your eyes snapping back to his as his fingers lightly ran across your jaw. 

“I don’t think you want me to kiss you,” he muttered, his fingers still softly caressing you. “Look at yourself, you’re terrified.” 

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Hummingbird Heartbeat

Pairing; Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn’s been in a fully committed relationship with wrestling and no one else. He thinks it’s going to be that way forever until Becky throws a birthday party and invites her incredibly cute cousin. 

Warnings: Language and Fluff.  

Word Count: 6,154

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The incessant honking from the car parked in his driveway continued to blare throughout the neighborhood even after he was stumbling out the front door, still trying to slip his Vans on. 

It would have been one thing if he wasn’t late already - having lost track of time at the gym - but now Sami and Ben seemed to just be adding emphasis to their feelings about his lack of socializing outside of work; the longer the car horn blared, the more time the two of his friends would probably spend on expressing their opinions about Finn’s need to go out and be more social. 

“Well it’s about damn time” Sami shouts from the driver’s seat, “thought you were just going to hide out in your bedroom and ignore us until we drove away… again.”

“Sorry, sorry. Lost track of time, I was helping Matt train some of the newcomers at the performance center,” Finn huffs, running to the backseat and sliding in. 

Ben turns around in the passenger seat and looks at him, “You ever gonna give yourself a break man? You were never hired to be a trainer.”

“I know that, Matt just really appreciates the help sometimes.”

Sami speaks up next, cranking the ignition and peeling out the driveway, “Yeah, but you need to get a life man, when’s the last time you did something that didn’t involve wrestling”

The question is answered with silence, because Finn really can’t remember the last time he did something unrelated to work, and he hates himself for that. It’s not like he’s intentionally cut himself off from the social world, he’s just always wanted to be the best. 

No one becomes the best if they don’t work at it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. 

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The Arrangement (Part 10: The Gala)

Summary: The gala finally arrives, and Dean is absolutely floored by your dress. An interaction with Samuel leaves Dean fuming, but you calm him down. Dean finally admits his feelings.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,300 (hold onto your hats kids it’s a long one)

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, anxiety, mild smuttiness

A/N: It’s here it’s here it’s here it’s here the gala is finally HERE I’m so excited for you guys to read this part!!! It’s long, so settle in! This part is inspired by the song In Case You Didn’t Know, by Brett Young (ohmygod now I’m so nervous to post this aaaaahhhhh)

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Big Game. [Lacrosse Week Smut]

A;N: I want to formally apologise that it has been so long. Y’all have been so patient and I love you guys! Anyways, this is for the wonderful @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski ‘s Lacrosse Week! I hope y’all are ready. xoxo

Pairing: StilesStilinskixOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Filth.

Word count: 5,933

Listen to me.

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss

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“I’m dead dear, not stupid.”

Pairing: James March x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1425


Your shift working at the concierge desk was almost over. The man checking in was good looking and not to mention, very kind to you as well. Yes, you’re married to James, but it didn’t hurt to look, just as long as you kept it at that.

“And what’s your name, beautiful?” The man asked with a sweet smile while rubbing his chin.

You smiled back. But hey, you weren’t flirting, the man was just asking a simple question. There’s nothing wrong with that. “Y/N.” You turned around to hand him a key to his room, then continued, “Yours?”

“Matthew.” He replied, taking his key gently from your hand.

Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure from upstairs by the railing, which caused you to look. To your surprise, it was your husband, James, just standing there wearing his striped suit and hat, leaning on his cane, staring at you. 

You didn’t want him to get to you, so you quickly looked away and looked back at Matthew. “Well Matthew, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your stay. Give us a ring if there’s anything that you need.”

“Of course. Well, don’t work too hard gorgeous.” Matthew grabbed his small suitcase from the floor, then made his way to the elevator.

You looked back to where James stood, only to see that his figure was gone. So you just rolled your eyes because you knew exactly what you were in for later. James always was the jealous type. You were used to it by now, so instead of stressing about it, you just went back to organizing your area and waited for Iris to arrive for her shift.

It wasn’t long until she arrived.

Iris arrived through the front door, you could hear the LA traffic before the door closed behind her. She looked very refreshed.

“Somebody looks like she’s in a good mood. Where did you go?” You asked curiously.

“Ramona & I just had a nice meal.” Iris replied, putting her hands on her belly as she made her way behind the concierge desk to take your place. You knew exactly what she meant by meal as in human blood.

To your disgust, you responded with sticking your tongue out and pointing a finger to it which made Iris giggle a little.

“Hey doll.” Out of the blue comes Liz. Standing across from the desk, she raises a brow and rests a hand on his, quickly tapping her fingernails on it one by one. “I have a message for you.” She emphasizes the word ‘you’ pretty well.

“What’s up, Liz?” You asked while twirling your fingers through your hair, looking confused.

“James said to meet you for dinner in 20 minutes. The usual room.”

“Great.” You said sarcastically. There’s nothing you’re dreading more than seeing James right now. You love your husband, you really do, but you just weren’t in the mood today for his nonsense. Dragging your feet, you grabbed your cell phone and keys, then slowly made your way to the elevator towards your bedroom.

The first thing you did upon entering your room was throw your phone and keys on the bed. You sighed, then went inside your closet, running your fingers through your clothes until you found an outfit to wear for tonight’s awkward dinner. Finally, you decided to throw on black leggings, a loose black top, a black blazer and black Christian Louboutin heels. You kept your hair down in loose curls and quickly touched up your makeup. Even though this dinner is the last thing you wanted to do today, you cared enough to at least look decent for James.

You hummed a tune to your favorite song while walking down the dim, silent halls until you reached the designated room. 1920′s Jazz music from the record player quietly leaked through the door. You knocked before opening the unlocked door to somewhat announce your arrival. 

“And who might this be?” James asked, staying seated in his chair.

“It’s me.” You announced once you were in his view.

“Ah yes.” The way James said it sounded rather irritable.

Once you sat down in your seat across from James, that’s when Miss Evers comes to fill his glass. He was basically waiting for you arrive before starting on drinking, no matter how long he had to wait. While Miss Evers was pouring James’ glass, he was looking directly at you with a stern look on his face, moving his hand left and right for her to keep pouring, then quickly put his hand up for her to stop and leave him be.

He didn’t scare you though, so you just sat there, staring back at him with a straight look on your face. 

For the first few minutes, you both just sat there in silence. Eventually, you got annoyed with the continuous stares without a word coming out of James’ mouth. You took a sip of your wine and held the glass in your hand. “Okay seriously James. Enough. What?”

James took in a deep breath before finally getting his word out to respond, “I imagine you are aware as to why I sent Liz to notify you about our small arrangement?” 

“Yeah yeah yeah. And?” Finally, Miss Evers served your dinner which you were pretty excited about because you were starving, so you set the napkin cloth on your lap and started on your meal.

James, on the other hand, didn’t touch his food. I mean, he’s a ghost anyways so it doesn’t even matter. “You should feel lucky I spared that man’s life since business has been slow this past month.”

“Spared his life? What are you…What do you mean? He wasn’t even doing anything. He was just being friendly.” You lied. Matthew was flirting a little, but you didn’t want the truth to come out of your mouth, so you just continued to deny James’ assumption.

“I’m dead dear, not stupid.” James glared at you, then took another sip of his bourbon filled glass.

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You’re not going to lie though, what James just said to you was by far the best comeback he’s ever had. A huge part of you wanted to burst out laughing, but you didn’t want to give in just yet, so you kept your little poker face on for now. 

Since a word didn’t come out of your mouth, James continued, “May I remind you that you are mine. Do not let this happen again.”

“Okay, yeah. Fine. Whatever.” You didn’t agree with James, but you did so anyways or else this will go on forever. James will always be the overprotective and jealous husband. It was the Scorpio in him.

James felt some sort of relief, so he finally started on his dinner. “Now. If this shall happen again, see to it that I will torture a man and tie you to a chair to watch.”

“You’ve really outdone yourself.” If James just kept his mouth shut after you surrendered, everything would be just peachy. But he just HAD to add on. So instead of sitting there any longer, you got out of your seat, darting towards the door, with your arms straight down, with both hands in a fist.

“That’s enough!” James immediately followed after you, grabbing at your left wrist to face your body towards him, then grabbed at your shoulders and pushed you against a wall. Miss Evers was coming in through the back with a cart of dessert, but once she saw James in a rage, she hurriedly walked back out. 

James put both of his hands on the wall, leveled with your ears, then punched the wall once with his right fist. “I’ve grown tired of your attitude, Y/N! I provide for you anything you need and more! And I ask for nothing but your love and undying loyalty!”

“Okay, James. I get it.” You whispered, sounding understanding. It surprised James a little because for almost this entire dinner, you stuck with nothing but a stubborn attitude. To a normal girlfriend, having their boyfriend freak out like that would’ve scared them. But you weren’t scared of James. Not one bit. But you could see it in his eyes that you hurt him. You may not be as jealous as he is, which will take more time to get used to, but that’s okay because you have all the time in the world to get used to it. And someday, you’ll even have all of eternity to.

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- I’m still debating whether or not I want to write a part two with some nsfw (; I’ll let my readers decide!

Bad Match part 12

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words Count: 3.2k+

Warnings: angst, a little more of angst, self-loathing, swearing, bad english.  

A/N: Finally, here’s some confrontations. Thank you once again @imhereforbvcky , you’re an essential part of this story.  

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The sun hadn’t even come out when you left the tower earlier. Now it was high and burning the skin on your face, forcing you to squint your eyes and shield them with your hand.

As you got back to the Tower’s surroundings, you slowed down the frenetic rhythm of your running and the twitch in the pit your stomach made a reappearance. Not surprising at all, you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep the night before. How could you, when your mind insisted on replaying that heart-wrenching scene? When the foolish part of yourself still hoped that he would at least try to go back to your bedroom and explain that it was all some kind of misunderstanding? But of course it never happened and the door remained locked.

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BTS Scenario: Obey

Kim Namjoon X Park Jimin X Reader (Threesome)

Genres: Smut, threesome, dom and sub play

Summary: You and Namjoon had been dating for a quiet a while, although you both knew that Jimin had also had his eye on you. Through much convincing, Namjoon finally agrees to let Jimin have you for one night, one on condition: he gets to watch. 

Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: This might be the kinkiest thing I’ve ever written (man, I’m not even Christian and I think I need Jesus after writing this), seriously I got super into it. This one-shot is SUPER kinky, so read at your own discretion~ 

***Thank you to anon for the request!***

***I do not own the gif***

“C’mon hyung, just this once,” Jimin begged for what seemed like the hundredth time. Your boyfriend, Namjoon, sighed as he rubbed at his temples, deep in thought. You sat on the couch across from the two of them, your hands folded gently in your lap as you listened to the two boys discuss Jimin’s proposal back and forth. Namjoon glanced at you as you sat back casually awaiting the verdict; a look of uncertainty crossed face for a moment before he sighed once more and turned back towards Jimin.

“Okay. Fine, you win.” He stated as Jimin sat back in his chair, grinning triumphantly. “Well, Y/N, what do you think?” Namjoon asked; both of the boys turned to look at you expectantly awaiting your response.

“I’m up for it.” You nodded at the both of them as Jimin sat back, a smile of excitement playing on his face. His eyes, filled with lust, narrowed as he looked you up and down, his tongue swiping across his lower lip.

“Then it’s settled, I get Y/N for one night?” Jimin asked avidly. This was something he had been wanting ever since the two of you met. You and Namjoon had immediately hit it off when you met the boys a few months back, but you knew that he wasn’t the only one who had eyes for you. Jimin had continued to express his interest even after you began dating Namjoon, constantly giving you suggestive looks and staring at your ass. There had been countless occurrences where he’d been standing all too close to you, even letting his fingers grace your thighs when he thought you wouldn’t notice. As subtle as he tried to keep it, you and Namjoon were well aware of his desire for you.

You weren’t exactly sure how you had arrived at the present situation where Jimin had at last convinced Namjoon to allow him a one-night-stand with you. You loved your boyfriend but you certainly couldn’t deny that you were attracted to Jimin as much as he was to you. After all, how could you resist the way he danced during all those practices you had attended, watching him grind the air with his hips and biting down on his lip when he got into the movements. You had no complaints against Jimin’s proposition so as long as Namjoon was comfortable with it.

“Yeah…wait. One more condition.” Namjoon spoke up abruptly before you or Jimin could move. “You can have her for the night, but I get to be there to watch it. Do we have an agreement?” Jimin silently cocked an eyebrow before speaking up.

“Sure, why not? It’s a deal.” He smirked as he eyes drew back towards you. He stood up and slowly made his way over to you.

“Ready to go?” Jimin whispered. He slipped a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to look at him, moving his thumb to rub against your bottom lip. You stared at him through your lashes and nodded, giving him a shy smile. A grin played at his lips as he reached down to grab your hand, pulling you off the couch and leading you toward the stairs with Namjoon following closely behind.

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Upstairs, the door shut behind you and you watched as Namjoon made his way over to the arm chair across from the bed; he sat down as Jimin advanced over towards you. Jimin brought both of his hands to hold your face, bringing it up to look at him once more, making sure you were looking him in the eyes before he spoke up.

“Now, you’re going to obey everything I ask you to do. Is that understood?” He spoke in a low voice, his warm breath washing over you. His eyes shined with greedy desire as he moved one hand to begin roaming down your back. You nodded silently, feeling intimidated yet extremely exhilarated at his dominant tone over you.

“Good girl. Now, sit down.” He ordered, pointing towards the bed as he stepped back. You sunk down onto the mattress, staring up at Jimin as he towered above you; his eyes were filled with fire and lust. He briefly glanced across where Namjoon was seated before looking back down at you, bending down to grab hold of your jaw and bringing your face inches from his. Jimin smashed his lips against yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging lightly. He stepped closer, grabbing your shoulders to push you to lay back on the mattress as he straddled you. Jimin sat up, pulling off his t-shirt in one swift movement before diving back down towards your neck where he sucked lightly on your collarbone, causing a breathy sigh to escape from your lips. His hands moved to grip your thighs, rubbing them up and down as his fingers pressed roughly into your skin. You could feel a wetness begin to pool between your legs as his hands disappeared underneath your skirt to grab a hold of your ass. You let out a breathless moan as he toyed with the waistband of your panties, his cool fingers running over your skin.

Jimin lifted himself up; he continued to stay in his straddled position over you as he hooked his fingers around the top of your skirt and pulled it off. He tossed it behind him before doing the same with your top, leaving you nearly stripped below him. He admired your bare skin below him as his fingers trailed over you, feeling your warmth. Jimin climbed off of you before repositioning himself on the bed and pulled you up to sit on his lap.

“I want you to grind yourself on me,” Jimin said, positioning one hand on your waist as the other moved to push your legs apart until you were straddling his thigh. “Ride me, babe.”

He reached behind you and fumbled with the clasp on your bra as you began to grind his thigh, increasing the hot wetness between your legs. Jimin squeezed your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they were hard as he dragged his lips across your neck and nibbled slightly at your collarbones. You glanced behind Jimin where your boyfriend was seated; he smirked at you, biting down on his lip as he watched you pleasure yourself on Jimin. Your eyes fluttered shut as you increased your pace to gain friction and began to moan softly before Jimin grasped your hips, forcing you to stop.

“That’s enough, don’t want you coming too soon, now do we?” He laughed darkly as he pushed you off of him and back down onto the mattress.

“Ah, look what you’ve done Y/N,” Jimin gestured towards his thighs; you looked down to where you had left a wet mess on his jeans. “This won’t do at all.” He said, smirking as he unbuttoned his jeans and shook them off.

“Turn around and get on your knees.” He commanded, lifting a hand to gesture for you to move. You obeyed and turned away from Jimin, locking your eyes with Namjoon as you rose to your hands and knees. Namjoon remained silent and you could see the growing bump in his own jeans as he shifted in his chair slightly. The bed creaked with Jimin’s weight as he crawled up behind you; his hands suddenly grasping the waistband of your panties as he yanked them down. He brought them around your ankles before his hand slipped between your slicked thighs, parting them slightly. Then, without warning, Jimin brought his other hand to crack down firmly on your ass. You screwed your eyes shut and let out a mixed cry of pain and pleasure as your skin began to sting in the aftermath of Jimin’s spanking. He smacked his hand down a few more times until your skin began to burn hot, your moans getting louder with each slap. By now, your legs were practically soaked, your wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. Your core ached for more as you grinded the air, sticking your ass out towards Jimin.

“Do you like being spanked like that, baby?” Jimin asked, reaching around to cup your breast as he whispered into your ear. You couldn’t find your voice to answer him, so you nodded in between moans. “And what do you say? Can you say ‘thank you’?”

“Th-thank you.” You managed, still trembling from the scorching sensation.

“Good girl.” Jimin slid his hand down from your ass to rest just between the tops of your inner thighs, his fingers instantly covered in your wetness. Jimin glided his digits along your slit before slipping one inside of you, slowly stretching you out before adding another. He worked you in and out, slowly pumping his fingers as you thrust your hips back in an attempt to quicken the pace.

“Don’t be too eager, kitten.” You received another sharp spank as he laughed darkly from behind you. He curved his fingers as he hit the right spot, sending you into bliss as your knees buckled underneath of you and a loud moan escaped your lips. Jimin removed his fingers from inside of you before reaching around to you once more.

“Taste yourself, babe.” He cooed, shoving slicked his fingers into your open mouth. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sucked on his fingers before he pushed you over to lay on your back. Without warning, Jimin dove down to slide his fingers back into you. This time, he brought his lips to close around your clit, his tongue swirling on the swollen bud as his fingers quickened their pace which made you quake with pleasure. You bucked your hips as you brought your hands to clutch as his hair, holding his head in place as he worked on you. His other hand moved towards his boxer briefs where he began to palm himself through his underwear. Jimin looked up at you through his hair and you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax as he flicked his tongue on your clit.

“Fuck, Jimin. I’m gonna-.” You spoke breathlessly as you arched your back. Suddenly, you felt Jimin lift his head and remove his fingers from inside of you. He hummed lightly to himself as he licked the wetness off of his fingers, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

“No, I don’t want you coming just yet.” He said, pulling you up and bringing your hand towards his boxers to cup his erection. He hissed as you pushed your hand against his member, lightly kneading it through the fabric of his underwear. You subconsciously slid your hand towards your slit as your core ached for Jimin, but you felt Jimin jerk your hand back before you could reach it.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself. That’s only for me to do.” He growled, keeping a tight grip on your wrist as he grinded himself against your other hand on his length. The air was filled with the scent of sex, intoxicating you. You whined, biting down on your bottom lip as you looked up at Jimin. His head was thrown back slightly and he swallowed hard as a throaty moan escaped from his plump lips.

“Fuck, baby, I need you right now.” He growled, pushing your hand away before reaching to tug his boxers off. “Turn around.”

You returned to your hands and knees, turning around to stick your ass out at Jimin before he lightly spanked it once more and pushed his erection against you. The feeling of his member pressed against your skin caused you to swish your hips hungrily towards him as he moved his hands to grip them, leaning close to your ear.

“Do you want this cock, baby?” He purred into your ear, teasing you as his length pushed further between your thighs. You nodded and whined wantonly as you attempted to grind yourself against him.

“Beg for it.” Jimin commanded as he clamped one hand around your ass. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“P-please, Jimin,” you pleaded, “Please fuck me, I want your cock so bad.”

“Now you’ll only be allowed to come when I tell you to. Is that understood?” You nodded vigorously, desperate to feel him inside of you as the heat between your legs increased. “Good girl.”

Jimin positioned himself directly outside of your opening before grabbing a fistful of your hair in both of his hands, tugging on the strands as he slowly pushed in.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jimin rasped, quickening his pace until he fell into a rhythm. Your eyes fluttered shut as you became light headed from the feeling of your walls clenching around Jimin’s length. He groaned throatily as he began to pound into you, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust. Your entire body quaked as you moaned, echoing throughout the room.

Your eyes blinked open as you heard the squeak of a chair and hurrying footsteps towards you. You looked up to see Namjoon towering over you, his hands quickly reaching to unbuckle his jeans before sloppily shaking them off.

“I can’t take it just sitting there watching you get fucked like that, baby. I need you too.” He rasped, releasing his erection from his boxer briefs. Namjoon bent down to plant a kiss on your lips as he worked on himself. Jimin dug his fingertips into your hips, holding you down as he continued to slam into you. He pulled on your hair tightly with one hand, causing you to cry out in between moans. Namjoon reached down to grab one of your hands, bringing it to his member and hissing upon your touch. You closed your hand around his cock, gently working your hand up and down to the rhythm which Jimin was pounding you from behind.

“Let me have a taste of you, princess.” Namjoon stepped back, walking around behind you as Jimin removed himself from you. You whined at the emptiness between your legs, begging to be filled up again as you shoved your hips backward towards the two boys. Jimin came around you to replace Namjoon’s spot as Namjoon stepped forward, his fingers briefly dipping in between your legs. A moment later, you felt his lips close around your swollen clit, sucking lightly as his fingers toyed inside of you.

“You taste so good, baby.” He groaned, standing back up to position himself in front of your entrance. Without warning, he thrust in, filling you to the brim and sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your knees nearly collapsed with the feeling as he immediately quickened his pace to roughly slam his hips against you.

“You like it when I fuck you like that?” He growled as his hand cracked down on your ass. You cried out, screwing your eyes shut as an intense wave washed over you. “Moan as loud as you can, I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Fuck, Namjoon! That feels so good.” You groans echoed throughout the room, mixed with the grunts of the two boys before and behind you. Jimin worked on himself as you looked up at him through your lashes. His forehead was slicked with sweat and his eyes were closed as he pumped his cock through his fist. You reached up to touch his length, taking it in your hand as his eyes fluttered open to look down at you.

The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat; it swirled around you, making you feel on a high. Despite Jimin previously ordering that you would only be allowed to come when you were told to, you could feel your orgasm coming on as Namjoon continued to pound inside of you. Jimin seemed to notice as your moans became breathier, your fingers and toes curling at the overwhelming sensation. You could tell that he had become close as well, his hand quickening its pace on his length as he watched you lurch back and forth.

Jimin leaned down, using one hand to grip your jaw as he sloppily crushed his lips against yours. “Come for us, babe.” He whispered hoarsely while nibbling on your jaw. His command caused a pooling of fire in your abdomen and you shut your eyes tight. Your moans became quieter before you went completely still as Namjoon continued to thrust, slapping his hips against you. Your walls clenched around his cock as you exploded into your orgasm; your arms collapsed underneath you as you writhed around, shaking with pleasure. Your entire body felt numb as it pulsed in burning hot waves coursing through every inch of you.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna-” Namjoon let out a string of curses before his breathing hitched. You began to come down from your high as Namjoon removed himself from you, reaching his hand up to vigorously pump his length alongside Jimin. You whimpered below them, staring up through your sweat-slicked hair. The two boys grunted in time together, echoing throughout the heavy-aired room before going into release. The room went silent for a split second before Namjoon and Jimin burst into orgasm one after the other, releasing onto your back. Jimin lifted his hand to grip your ass as he finished himself off.

You turned to face them a moment later, shifting to sit down on the bed and look up at them as they towered over you, slowing their pace as they came down from their own high. Namjoon placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him as he let go of his member, Jimin following suit soon after.

“Fuck, baby, you did such a good job for us.” Namjoon grinned, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. He moved around you to pull his jeans back on as Jimin stepped into your view, bending down to bring himself to your level.

“You were such a good girl for us, Y/N. I think we’ll have to convince hyung to let us do this again sometime. What do you think?” He ran his fingers through your hair, tucking a few strands behind your ear as he looked into your eyes with his own lust filled ones. You shook your head yes as Jimin licked his lips before pressing them against yours, his tongue swiping your bottom lip.He broke the kiss, pressing his sweat covered forehead to yours as he whispered.

“I love it when you obey.”

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MASTERPOST

Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi Part 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: smut (later in the story) blood, assassins, gore, gangs, psychopaths

Words: 4132


I was inspired to a mental, psychopath Jungkook after I saw some amazing Killer JK fanart on insta. I’ll post the pictures at the end of the story. This will be a multiple chapter story.

-Admin Taettybear


chapter 2



He stared at you from the shadows, his hands twitching in excitement as you pulled the trigger, blood splattering on your uniform and face. He trailed his finger over his face covered by the plastic mask, gulping loudly, “How beautiful….” The man leaned forward to get a better look at the dark haired female. However, he shrunk back in fear of getting caught as she turned around, wiping her gun that had drops of blood splatter on it.

The tall man gave her, you, one last regretful look before turning around, leaving the crime scene in dejection.

“Until next time, love.”




“Y/N, get out of there, the guards will be back in the building in ten minutes,” you heard your twin brother’s grumpy voice from the earpiece. You responded with a low hum, quickly putting away your gun, giving the dead man one last kick before lazily walking away from the rooftop, your crime scene for the night.

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anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Can you write a harry imagine where he wakes up one morning feeling really sick and not well at all but he doesn't want to disappoint his fans and cancel a show just from sickness so he carries about his day not telling you he's feeling ill but you can tell something is off and harry is being really weird and clingy and looks sick.. eventually he feels so bad that he has to tell you? Thanks!

Not Just Allergies

You had your suspicions the night before. He had collapsed onto the couch with a warm cup of tea after he’d gotten home, and had remained mostly quiet as you cooked dinner and went about your daily activities. You’d even caught him dozing off on the couch a few times, only to be startled awake and claim he was only resting his eyes when you came into the room.

Later that night, you curled up with him on the couch to watch the episodes of your favorite show you’d missed throughout your busy weeks. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting you hold him. It was when he fell asleep, only twenty minutes into the first episode, that you thought something might be wrong.

You sighed and quickly paused the episode, pressing the home button on your phone and seeing that it was barely past 8 o'clock. Harry usually wasn’t one to go to bed this early, especially not when he knew he’d be spending the night cuddling with you on the couch and stealing kisses from your lips every time you fast-forwarded through commercials.

You rubbed his arm, trying to wake him up slowly so you could make sure he was feeling alright and find some kind of medicine if he wasn’t. He groggily opened his eyes, looking up at you with exhaustion clear on his face.

“Is everything okay?” You asked quietly, as Harry squinted at the soft light of the lamp in the room. He yawned, tipping his head back and stretching his achy limbs.

“M’ fine. I think I’m going to head up to bed, though.”

Your eyebrows narrowed, rubbing his back as he slowly escaped from your grasp and began to sit up.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? It’s still early.” You pried; the sun had barely set and the dishes from dinner were freshly sitting in the sink. On a normal day, it would be at least a few more hours until you started thinking about going to sleep. He nodded convincingly, standing up off the couch and adjusting the sweatpants on his waist.

“Just tired, that’s all. I’ve been busy.” He assured you, leaning down to kiss your temple gently.

“Finish the episode, don’t worry about coming up with me. Love you.”

You heard his footsteps fade as he made his way up the stairs, and you were left to flip through a few channels on the television until you could find something to entertain yourself with. It wasn’t long before you ended up watching some reruns, and it had barely been over an hour when you found yourself too bored to pay attention any longer. So you slowly trudged upstairs, and peeked into the bedroom before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Harry was practically hidden under the sheets, in a different way than usual. It was common for him to get tangled in the blankets while he tossed and turned throughout the night, but this time Harry had piled up layers of warm fleece on top of his body until he was practically unrecognizable beneath them. You frowned as you walked quietly into the bedroom, slipping into some pajamas and and curling up on your side of the bed, careful not to get too close in case your suspicions were correct and he was getting sick.

The next morning, you woke up to the sounds of drawers being opened and shut clumsily and you weren’t surprised to see Harry fumbling around as he tried to get ready for whatever he had on his schedule that day.

“Good morning.” You yawned, craning your neck upwards to watch him slip a shirt over his freshly showered body.

As he turned towards you, you sat up straighter to get a better look at his face. There were dark bags under his eyes, despite the fact that he’d gotten more than enough sleep, and his skin looked ghostly white. His body moved with a certain slowness, it looked like he was contemplating every step as if his body couldn’t hold him up.

He mumbled a quiet ‘good morning’ in return, rubbing his eyes miserably as he fought off the urge to fall back into the mattress and go back to sleep. You slowly got off the bed, and walked to where he was gathering a few things from the chair where he’d slung a few shirts the night before.

“Hey, mister, I think you’re sick. You’d better stay in and rest today.” You advised.

He flinched away when you reached to press your palm against his forehead, not wanting you to feel the warmth that indicated his temperature. He didn’t know for sure if he was running a fever, but based on the way he felt, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was much higher than normal.

“I’m okay. I feel fine.” He protested, making an effort to stand up straighter and appear like he wasn’t about to double over from his pounding headache and sore limbs. You raised your eyebrows, not believing for a second that he was actually okay. But you left him alone for a few seconds, while you shut the bathroom door behind you to brush your teeth.

When you came back out, Harry had slipped a sweater on over his t-shirt and pulled the sleeves down so they covered his hands.

“Baby, it’s warm outside.”

It was obvious at this point that you were concerned. Meanwhile, he was trying to convince himself that he was alright so he could convince you too.

“I’m just a bit chilly, that’s all. The water was cold in the shower this morning.”

You didn’t believe him for a second, but you knew how stubborn he could be, especially when he had something to get done. You followed him down the stairs and watched him pour himself a cup of black coffee, gulping it down and wincing when the hot liquid burned against his sore throat.

“Harry.”

“I’m fine.”

He gave you an unconvincing smile and patted your shoulder as he walked past you to grab his bag by the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay home? I’ll get some blankets on the couch and we can watch a movie. I can start some tea right now too if you-”

He cut you off when he stepped forward, placing both hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look up at his face looming over you. You could see that he just wasn’t himself; he looked completely exhausted and like he could fall apart at any second.

“I’m okay. I feel fine. I’m probably just having some kind of allergy thing, now that it’s spring. Please, baby, don’t give me that look.” He raised his eyebrows when you pouted at him. If there was any way of getting him to stay home, that was your last option.

He pulled away when you flicked your hand up and tried to reach for his forehead again; his reflexes were too quick. It was silly, really, because if there was nothing wrong with him, he’d have no problem with you pressing your hand against his forehead to judge his temperature. You knew he was hiding something, and he knew that you weren’t gullible enough to believe him when he said he was fine.

“Promise me you’ll come home if you feel too sick. I’ll come pick you up if I need to.” You gave in, rubbing his arm as you looked up at him in concern. He nodded, a small smile on his face as he took a step towards the door.

“I promise.”

You quickly hugged him goodbye, and he opted to press his lips against your cheek instead of kissing you. If there was any last confirmation you needed that he was sick, that was it. He would always give you a real kiss goodbye, which usually turned into a short make out session, before he left for the day.

As you busied yourself with things around the house, you couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to the way Harry was acting. You were starting to doubt yourself, thinking that maybe Harry really was just having a flare up of his allergies and there wasn’t anything to worry about. If that was the case, you felt bad for pressing the issue if there was never one to begin with. You’d hate to give him a hard time, but at least that way he knew you cared.

The hours ticked by slowly, and it felt like days had passed by the time you heard Harry’s keys twisting in the lock. Needless to say, you’d spent all day worrying if he was alright.

You tried to give him some space, and continued drying some dishes while you waited for him to kick off his boots and take off his jacket. However, you felt his arms wrap around you from behind sooner than you expected, and you turned around to see his sweatshirt still covering his body and his shoes still on his feet. His nose was red, his eyes looked puffy with exhaustion, and his face was even more pale than it had been that morning.

“Baby…” You cupped his cheek and he leaned into your warmth, closing his eyes in comfort and sniffling softly. You wanted so badly to say ‘I told you so’, but you knew that wasn’t what he needed to hear. He already knew you’d been right.

This time, he didn’t flinch away when you pressed your palm to his head and felt it burning under your touch. Instead, he looked you in the eyes, nearly begging for you to make him feel better. You’d heard it a million times that men were babies when they’re sick, and Harry was definitely no different. There were times when he was able to push past it and get on with his day, like he had that morning, but he always needed a warm pair of arms to hold him and take care of him at the end of the day.

“Go get out of those skinny jeans, okay? I’ll start the tea.” You smiled sympathetically and tried to turn around, but Harry wasn’t having it. He grabbed your wrist, holding your hand against his cheek and letting out a soft whine. Although you should’ve found it annoying, it only made you want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him against your chest like the big baby he was.

“Sweetheart, just let me get the tea, okay? Once you get changed I won’t leave your side the rest of the night, I promise.”

He hesitated, but slowly backed away and trudged up the stairs to change. You got busy with the tea, thankful that he was moving slowly so you had enough time to finish before he returned.

You felt him next to you, his body radiating even more heat than usual, and he dropped his head against your shoulder as you poured some tea into a big mug.

“Good?” You asked, cautiously handing him the tea and looking up at him. He nodded slowly, muttering a soft 'thank you’.

“Let’s get you all comfy on the couch, okay? We can put on a movie if you want.”

He clung to your hand as you walked over to the couch, tightening his grip whenever you tried to pull away to do something. You managed to lay some blankets on the couch and fluff the pillows with only one hand, letting him hold onto you. You knew he must be feeling pretty bad if he was that clingy.

“Wanna be the little spoon.” He sniffled, looking at you with the most innocent expression you swore you were going to melt into a giant puddle on the carpet.

You nodded, laying down first and opening your arms, letting him snuggle his back against you. Propping your head up on some pillows so you could see over his broad back, you handed him the remote so he could pick a movie and let your hands rest over his stomach. The couch wasn’t big, and you were somewhat afraid he’d roll off the edge if he wasn’t pressed so close against you. You slung a warm blanket over you both as you felt him shiver and rubbed his arm gently. His body was stuck so tightly against you so you could feel his slightly labored breathing, and felt his chest rise with each sniffle and cough.

You pressed your lips to his head as he reached for your hand under the blanket. It wasn’t hard to tell that he wasn’t paying attention to the movie that was playing, especially when he flipped around in your arms so his face was nuzzled into your shoulder. With a loud sniffle, he sighed and clung to your body tighter.

“I don’t feel good at all.” He moaned.

You pouted and rubbed your hand over the soft fabric of his shirt, and kissed his forehead again.

“I know, baby. Try to get some sleep. I think it would help.” You whispered, pulling the blanket up slightly so his body was covered and warm.

“Don’t go.” He whined, clutching you tighter and coughing into your neck. You winced, picturing the germs splattering onto your skin, but you stayed as still as you could. You weren’t about to deny Harry comfort.

“I wont, I promise. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

He didn’t want to fall asleep, but it was getting hard to fight the urge when he was just so tired and you were so warm and comfy. With your arms around him and his body warm from the tea and blanket, he found it impossible to stay awake any longer.

You couldn’t even complain when his loud snores nearly burst your eardrums, because he was clearly exhausted and all he needed was your warmth and comfort to make things a little better.