makes it hard to spot their voices

Bruise [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 6.7k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary:  He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Part Two: x Part Three: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by ylxlng


His lips were molded to yours, hands planted on your ass as you straddled his lap on your worn down sofa. A small grin spread on your lips as you leaned into him further, hands sliding their way up from his covered chest to his cheeks, tugging his head closer to yours, eliciting a smug smile on his lips.

“Fuck.”

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Aisles [M]

Aisle Two

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 6,772

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.

Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.

A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.

You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.

But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life. 

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Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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Involved: Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

A/N: okay so there is smut in this but it isn’t very detailed because like? this is a big part and i needed it to be about more than the horizontal hanky panky anyway im pretty sure im only gonna do one more part after this so here we go PSA this is not good, it’s 3:30 am and im locking that in as my final excuse

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 5

Originally posted by tomshollandss

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bad | 04

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, future smut, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 3 155

WARNINGS: cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07coming soon ↠ 

A/N: this part’s kinda weird. it’s more of a build-up chapter. there might end up being about 8 parts lol. thank yOU FOR 900, OMG

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Taster(Yoongi x Taehyung x Girl Smut)

This is just a oral smut, but I hope you guys like it! <3 


“I don’t understand why we have to do this.” You complained with your arms crossed over your chest as you stare ahead at both of your best friends. Each one of them looked back at you, as if it was perfectly fine almost as if you were the one overreacting about their request.

“Why not? It’s just to prove a point.” Yoongi shrugged taking his cross arms and shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Yeah and the point is that my tongue is better.” Taehyung almost glared at Yoongi, his fist almost balling up at the pure anger that was welling up inside of him.

“Well then that’s why we are here. So that y/n can tell us what she thinks. Because she owes it to us.” Yoongi deadpan stared at you a cynical smirk appearing on his lips. “Unless she wants the rest of the boys to know about her oral fetish.” Yoongi chuckled.

“YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!” You shouted slamming your balled fists against the cushions as your whole body became painted in red.

“I did swear it, but you also swore to us that you would always be here when we needed your help.” He reasoned turning the tables on you.

“You can go and get any girl. Why me?” You asked scratching your head in frustration pressing your back against your couch cushions.

“That’s the perks of being a fucking friend, y/n. Best friend at that because we don’t have too many. But if you don’t want to do it, fine then we will go ask someone else.” Yoongi didn’t care he was one to say what he needed and if you didn’t agree he was done trying, he didn’t beg too hard and you had to learn how to deal with it.

You watched the both of them walk towards the front door Yoongi grabbing at the knob, and for some reason you became full of anxiousness and nerves all at once. Afraid that if they left, another one would be lucky to feel what you had wanted to feel all these years. You were somewhat attracted to your best friends, but you couldn’t act on it because you wanted all of them. It was hard just choosing one and if that made you a slut so be it. And when it came to lips, or tongues, or deep ass raspy voices both Yoongi and Taehyung toped your lists with approval. And this whole stupid thing, started behind someone asking your friends who would be better at head Taehyung or Yoongi. Of course, both men tried to defend themselves and say why they thought they were the best. Namjoon was on Yoongi’s side, Hoseok was on Yoongi’s side, but Taehyung and Jimin were on Taehyung’s side and Jin was undecided. So, now here you were the only one who could be the deal breaker. When you heard the request, you sunk into your couch, it had been a hard day and all you wanted to do after your long night shift was watch TV and forget about the species called humans. But your best friends on the other hand didn’t think that you should have any rest today. What would be so bad about seeing them both on their knees in front of you? Being ever so eager to taste you, to get you off. You had spent countless nights with your own fingers buried into your pussy slick with your spit and juices imagining that it was them instead. With the door opening wide you squirmed to get on your knees looking at them.

“N-no! Please.” You whined but Yoongi acted as if he didn’t hear you stepping outside with Taehyung hesitating behind you. “YOONGI please!” You shouted balling your first up into the back of the couch. “I.. I want to do it! I’ll let you do it.” You jutted out your lower lip sinking into the cushions a bit.

“You’ll do what?” Yoongi asked walking back into the door to look down at you, his eyes holding a hint of excitement and uncertainty.

“You know.. Let you taste me.” You whispered the last part, Yoongi took long strides to you gripping your chin within his fingers lifting your head and your body followed instinctively as he searched your eyes.

“Speak up little girl, I didn’t hear you.” He cooed in a deep somber voice, one that made your leg squeezing together as the heat was quick to rush through your body.

“I said you can taste me!” You said a with a bit more confidence, Yoongi smirked leaning down to crash his lips against yours taking your breath away within seconds. He tilted his head to the side, sucking on your bottom lip playing with the flesh until he got impatient, sliding his tongue into your mouth he sucked on the pink muscle dominating the kiss. You let out a string of moans against his lips trying to keep up with his motions, his wet tongue locking with yours and flicking in the most sensual ways making your heart skip beats, if he could do this with just a kiss then imagine what he could do to your other lips.

Taehyung wasn’t happy that Yoongi was getting all your attention. Shutting the door, he walked to stand behind you, pulling your hair to break your heated kiss with Yoongi. He tilted your head back giving you seconds to swallow air before he was kissing you instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth. Taehyung was just as a sloppy kisser as Yoongi was. His nose pressed against yours as your lips molded, his kiss was a bit more demanding than Yoongi’s was who was just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He had to admit to himself it was hot to see how you and Taehyung made out, he could see your breast getting hard against your shirt and though he was sure you had on a bra it was way too easy to tell that you were affected.

You kissed Taehyung until you were dizzy, your hand reaching up to tap at his face gently, his tongue sweeping across the roof of your mouth and over your teeth. He pulled back slowly letting you get more breath as he looked down at your reddened lips. He smirked at himself, helping you turn around to sit you on the couch he licked his lips getting on his knees.

“Who do you want to be first me or Yoongi?” He asked softly stroking the inside of your bare thighs. You looked down at Taehyung who seemed eager to go and prove himself to you, Yoongi on the other hand plopped down on the couch and you could tell that he was in no hurry. You bit on your bottom lip looking back at Taehyung leaning back starting to unbutton your shorts and slide them down your legs.

“I want you Taehyung.” You said sensually as soon as your shorts were off. You threw them on the ground beside Taehyung and he gave you a boyish grin starting to pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. Yoongi wasn’t really phased by your little act, he knew you wanted them both but he would wait to leave you begging for more.

Taehyung was more than eager, he was licking up the inside of your thighs kissing different spots to mark you with hickeys from his plump lips. His brown hair looked so soft, brushing against your panties causing you to lightly gasp. You didn’t know why you felt so jittery and alert, maybe it was because you were about to get head from Taehyung or maybe because Yoongi was watching you, maybe both. Taehyung pulled at your panties, and lifting your hips you helped him take them off your body. He spread your legs wide making you bend your knees as his hands held onto your shins. He leaned forward looking up at you, his tongue darting out to slowly lick up and down your bare pussy. You let out a tiny gasp, your hands running against the cushions of the couch and your hips bucked lightly an instinct that you were trying to calm down at the moment. Taehyung was pleased with this, his tongue repeated the motion licking all over your outer lips. He kept his eyes on you, his tongue dipping between your pussy lips, slowly he licked up and down your slit teasing you but making sure he was tasting everything.

“You’re so wet for me already. Just imagine if I was to fuck you.” Taehyung rumbled out, his voice deep because of the arousal in his system even the air itself was something that was changing in the room. Taehyung let his tongue move to lick against your clit long slow strokes against the bud causing you to lift your hands up and run your fingers through his hair. Your back arched, hips pressing against his face against as his tongue roamed around your clit, your juices starting to drip onto his face. He let his lips around wrap around your bud giving harsh sucks that you felt in your core. He slipped his tongue from your clit letting his mouth cover your pussy as he shoved his tongue inside of your warm pussy. Taehyung moaned at your taste, his nails digging into your flesh as he moved his head side to side, letting his thick tongue press deep inside of your pussy. Taehyung made his tongue curve, vibrating it slightly against your core searching for that one spot that would make you lose your mind. He continued to let his eager tongue press against your wet pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until he heard the change of your voice. How your back arched as your hands tightened in his hair. You pulled him closer to you, letting your hips press hard against his face. He let you, drinking up your juices eagerly thrusting against your spot even though your essence was all over his chin. Your stomach tightened up it felt so good to feel his wet pink tongue fucking your pussy. Taehyung was skilled, he had your lower stomach tightening and your eyes drifting shut as your cries got louder for him, your body moving to slump over a bit.

“Taehyung! I’m going to cum, please god don’t stop fuck- right there!” You rode his face against the couch your toes curling as the hot white flames danced against your skin. Your back arched up and your voice rang out his name as your pussy tightened around his tongue and you came for him giving all your essence to him. Taehyung dug his face deeper against your pussy swirling it so that he could suck up your cum and clean you up. He pulled back from you after slowing his tongue down giving a lazy smile as he licked his lips. He waited for you to settle down as he kissed on your skin.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly letting his nails ease up from your skin.

“It was fucking amazing.” You breathed out slightly, your pussy was quivering and still dripping from how you felt. Taehyung leaned forward to brush his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth so that you could kiss him back before he was pulling back once again. He gave a cocky smirk in Yoongi’s direction who seemed unimpressed waiting for him to get up and go sit on the couch. Yoongi sat up, pushing himself off the couch he walked over to you standing in front of you.

“Are you ready for daddy to make you feel like a real woman little girl?” He asked and naturally his voice was deep but right now, you could feel the juices just dripping from your pussy as he watched you. Nodding your head, you bit on your bottom lip, slowly spreading your legs wider for him.

“Yes daddy, I want you to eat me until I can’t move.” You chewed on your lip wanting to tease him back because you wanted him to leave you speechless.

Yoongi gave a smirk, dropping to his knees slowly he leaned forward looking at you. He let his hands slide up to grab at your hips jerking you forward to press your ass cheeks against the edge of the couch. You gasped slightly, watching as he leaned attacking your heat with his lips. He nibbled on your clit his hair brushing against your lower stomach as he attacked your pussy. His mouth moved fast sucking on your clit his head pressed against your center. He had you shaking in the position you were in; your hands were already gripping tightly at his hair pulling on the black locks. It felt too good, your voice wavering as he ate you out. He let his tongue pull back to lick up and down your clit, a harsh and thick tongue against your slit. He shoved his tongue into your wet entrance and you swore you heard him release some sort of a chuckle. Looking up at you with dark eyes he pulled your hips closer to his face not letting you escape as his tongue danced against your walls.

“Y-Yoongi. P-please!” You were spent, you could feel your pussy tingling from how his tongue jammed against your spot taking him a few thrusts to find it. He let his tongue vibrate inside of you, curving and flattening tasting all your nectar. His dark eyes unraveled you, made you feel exposed and so naked though you still had on your top. Yoongi used his hands to move you back and forward to ride his face, his chin and mouth becoming covered with your juices. He didn’t care, he was determined to make you lose your mind, he couldn’t get enough of your cries how your hands pulled at his hair tighter, how you were arching your back and squirming, as if you were trying to push his head away and get more from him at the same time. Your body was spent he could see it, he decided to make slurping noises, taking all of you juices. He let his hands dig into your hips he lifted them up a bit, causing your upper body to lay back until he was pressing one knee down against the floor tilting you upwards. He moved one of his thumbs to rub at your clit, his thumb stroking at your clit in a circle harsh and quick. Your hips wiggled and you felt your stomach tighten again for the second time that day.

“HOLY FUCK!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you came on his tongue. You thought that Yoongi was going to stop but instead he continued to let his tongue play with your pussy, moaning and growling against your skin. He let his free hand slap at your ass cheek turning it red, your breath hitched and your hands pulled harder at his hair, the overstimulation setting in your system as he continued to taste you. Your eyes rolled back lips hanging open as he continued to devour your pussy tapping his thumb against your clit. Your hips jerks and jolted a third orgasm rippling through your body once again. Yoongi slowly let his tongue relax on the inside of you before he was pulling back from your pussy letting your hips rest on the couch. You were spent, taking deep breaths as your shirt stuck to your body. Hair plastered against your face, limbs twitching as you started to come down from your high. Yoongi licked his lips in front of you. You were going to sit up to say anything, instead he leaned over you and grabbed at your hair crushing his lips against yours before he pulled back.

“Don’t say anything, just repay me with your tongue next time.” He winked at you pulling back. “Do we really need her to tell us who is good?” Yoongi asked Taehyung as he rolled his head side to side.

“Well..” You stated sitting up looking at the both of them.

“I think you both are very good at what you do. And I would say that you both have your own talents when it comes to giving head and pleasing me. But maybe you should ask Hoseok why he is my favorite when it comes to giving head.” You watched as both of their mouths dropped open and grabbing at your shorts and panties you walked towards your room as the questions started up.

Proposal, Or Something Like That

Thanks for the anonymous reminder, whoever you are ko-fi nonnie. I totally got swept up in my work and life and getting back into the swing of writing (and hopefully finishing my fic) that I kind of forgot about my wonderful ko-fi donators. You guys really helped me out sooooo much and I’m forever grateful.

This goes out to @ladydrace  for your 900-word donation that I extended to 
1292, considering I took so long to get to this. It may not be as fluffy as you expected (I tried, I did, but I’m a angst writer haha), but I hope you enjoy it. Thanks so much, again, dear.

The first time Stiles says it, Derek nearly chokes on a spoonful of ice cream. Which would be a shitty way to die, especially all they’d had to face in the last few years. Especially as the big bad of the week had slowly evolved into the big bad of the month, and the last few months had been completely quiet.

Derek should’ve known to be prepared at any moment. Except, how could anyone be prepared for this?

“God, why aren’t we married yet?” Stiles groans out after taking a giant bite of his ice cream. A little of it spills down Stiles’ arm and he chases it with his tongue, and Derek nearly chokes on his.

He realizes he’s staring at Stiles, his spoon still stuck in his mouth. He quickly rectifies the situation, removing said spoon and giving Stiles one of his best eye rolls.

“Seriously,” Stiles continues, pretty much shoveling the ice cream into his mouth at this point. “If I knew you could cook like this, I would’ve proposed ages ago.”

“It’s not cooking, Stiles,” Derek says. Because that is the easiest thing to focus on. Instead of the way Stiles is moaning around each spoonful, a little dribbling out of his mouth which should not be doing things to Derek.

“You know what I mean.”

He finally looks up, his bowl licked completely clean. And Derek can see the moment his senses come back to him as he blushes and gently places the bowl on the counter in front of him like he hadn’t just had his face shoved in there. He glances mournfully at the hand crank ice cream machine Derek had just purchased.

Derek sighs, pushing away from the counter to pick up Stiles’ bowl and refill it with the remainder of the ice cream. Apparently it was a worthwhile purchase.

“Seriously, marry me?”

****

The second time it happens, Derek is no more prepared for the words, or the images they bring to mind. Images he could never allow himself to dream of because it’s too painful to know it will never happen.

Derek had just been settling into bed with a book he was keen to finish tonight when his phone went off, a ringtone he’d never heard before but had no doubt Stiles had somehow hacked his phone just to add a ridiculous tone for himself. And a quick glance to the screen only proves his point.


With a sigh, Derek leans over and picks up the phone, half tempted to just send him to voicemail. Instead, he answers.

“What do you want, Stiles?” he says in a voice he hopes sounds firm and put out.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeey, Derek,” Stiles singsongs from the other end of the line, like he is just as surprised Derek answered the phone.

Derek sighs again, already pulling back the bedding and grabbing his jeans. “Where are you?”

“Thas not how yersposed to answer the phooooone,” Stiles slurs out, ending with a giggle like he were sharing a joke with himself.

Derek can hear a pounding bassline over the other end of the line and is already running through all the possible bars Stiles could’ve snuck into. He had two more years. Why couldn’t he just be reasonable and just wait.

“I’m coming to pick you up,” Derek says, already halfway down his spiral staircase. “Tell me where you are.”

“Oooooh. My hero.”

**

It’s easy to pick Stiles out over the crowd as he is currently on top of the bar, attempting to dance against one of the pillars. Two of the bartenders are attempting to get him down while another stands back and laughs like this is a regular occurrence, which all Derek knows, it could be.

Before Derek can even cross the room and somehow get Stiles down from his makeshift strip show, Stiles notices him.

“Derek!!!” He shouts, taking one step off the bar and before anyone can do anything, he lands flat on his face.

Somehow, Derek manages to get Stiles into the passenger seat of his car and before he rounds the car to his own seat, he takes Stiles’ hand in his and drains a bit of the pain that Stiles might not feel at the moment, but will most definitely feel in the morning. He’s almost done when Stiles’ other hand lifts and brushes across Derek’s cheek, making him freeze on the spot.

“Will you marry me yet?” Stiles says, his voice oddly clear. He’s staring at Derek with absolute concentration, as if he could will Derek into saying yes.

Derek swallows, his throat having to work extra hard over the lump that seems to have suddenly formed. There’s something in his chest, attempting to crawl out, but he shuts it down. This isn’t…Stiles doesn’t mean anything by it. It’s just….Stiles being Stiles. Stiles being drunk, whatever.

Derek schools his expression before gently rearranging Stiles and placing the seatbelt around him.

“Let’s get you home,” he says before closing the door and rounding the car, too quick to notice the way Stiles’ face pinches in pain.

****

“What do I have to do to get you to say yes?”

Derek nearly brings the hammer down on his hand instead of the nail that was halfway through the fence board he was attempting to repair. He has only a moment to marvel at the fact that Stiles can sneak up on Derek without any of his senses picking up on him, before Stiles is yanking on his shoulder and spinning him around.

His eyebrows are furrowed together, his lips a thin line, and Derek can honestly say he hasn’t seen Stiles this pissed since…he can’t remember when.

“What are…” What was he even talking about? Say yes? To what?

Thankfully Derek doesn’t have to find his words as Stiles is already running over them. “I’ve asked you nicely. Twice now. But you have yet to answer. And maybe I haven’t been the but I haven’t been subtle.”

Derek blinks. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re out here fixing my dad’s fence without even being asked,” Stiles continues as if Derek hadn’t spoken. He’s waving his hands around in a way that makes Derek want to hold them down for everyone’s safety. “You made my absolute most favorite flavor of ice cream without me even asking. You drove twenty minutes out of your way to pick me up from a bar because I was too shitfaced to drive home. How the hell am I supposed to keep my emotions at bay with you doing everything in your power to test them?”

“I don’t…”

“Would you just marry me already?” Stiles says in a huff, full on glaring at Derek by now.

“Okay.”

Stiles looks about ready to go into another rant when the words finally process. He freezes. “O…okay?”

A small smile spreads across Derek’s face. Who knew he could ever actually make Stiles speechless.

“Yes, okay. I’ll marry you.” He takes advantage of Stiles’ stunned silence by pulling him in closer until they’re pressed together from thigh to chest. His smile grows as Stiles’ eyes widen and his breath catches. “But we might want to consider going on at least one date before we do.”

“You…you better not be playing around,” Stiles breathes out. He tries to make it sound teasing, but Derek can see the uncertainty in his eyes.

“I’m not if you’re not,” Derek says, leaning his down ever so slowly, giving Stiles time to pull away.

Stiles’ eyes drop to Derek’s mouth as his tongue unconsciously comes out to wet his lips. God, he’s wanted this for so long.

“It’s a date, then,” Stiles says on a breath, his eyes never leaving Derek’s lips.

Things We Don’t Mean

Originally posted by ageofimagines

Originally posted by alexnarcissist

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Reader is Tony’s sister but Avengers have no idea and one day while Tony took Pepper to Paris for a weekend, the reader was on the mission and got hurt. She’s in love with Steve but he was mat at her for taking a stupid risk and says something that Peggy wouldn’t do this and the reader realises that Steve would never love her (but he;s in love with her too) so she doesn’t want to see anyone and doesn’t want to scary her brother, but the next day FRIDAY calls Tony and he and Steve have argument

A/N: Ahhhhh sorry I’m so terrible at writing consistently.  I just finished with school for the year though, so that should free up sometime.  I’m actually at the airport right now, heading overseas, so I don’t know what type of wifi access I’ll have or what type of time I’ll be able to use to write, but I will definitely write more when I get back (famous last words).  Depending on how productive I can be in these next few hours of my layover, I might be able to queue up some fics for upcoming weeks…?  Anyway, hope y’all like this one.

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The bullet wound doesn’t hurt.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  When you shift or when you try to breathe or when you’re sitting still, the pain shoots through your chest like splinters of glass.

What hurts more is the pointed silence that hangs in the air between you and Steve.

The captain in question is perched gingerly on the chair next to your stretcher, staring straight ahead.  His eyes, normally a soft blue, are hard and flinty.  His jaw is locked, his body radiating tension.

Natasha walks into the med bay, her eyes softening when she sees you.  She walks over, gingerly peeling back the layers of bandages to replace them.

“You’re losing a lot of blood,” she says quietly.

“I’ll be fine,” you reply.  “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.  How much longer?”

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Niall Horan - “Alone”

Sorry my updates have been so few and far between! I hope you enjoy. Slight trigger warning!

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong, love?” Your boyfriend questioned you one day as the two of you sat in the car, him driving home from hanging out with friends. 

“Why do you think that anything is wrong?” You question him, sending him over a glance, your brows furrowed together. He sighs and just glances over at you quickly before his eyes look back on the road.

“I know you, Y/N, I can tell when you aren’t feeling right. Jus’ talk to me.” He reaches over for your hand but you pull your fingers away from his as you shrug. 

“’m fine.” You weren’t though. You were far from it. You felt like there was this black hole in your chest that you just didn’t know how to fill. You felt tired and just wanted to be alone. So that’s what you did over the course of the next few days. You took to staying in your office, curled up in the corner in a chair. Sometimes napping, sometimes reading, but always ignoring the texts and calls from Niall. Even when he tried to come in the room you would tell him you were working on something and to leave you alone. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you possibly write about what would have happened if Snow hadn't come in when she did? I'd die happy!!

omfg anon I WASN’T PLANNING ON WRITING THIS because flkjhlkj i have so many things i should be writing (and also i have work today that i’ve been putting off) but like… i get it cause that scene fucking ruined me too, so here you go, have some porn with feelings. aslkjhs.

the scene (kitchen table sex with no interruptions) – AO3
~1800, explicit, obvs

“To hell with the pancakes,” is a sentiment that Killian wholeheartedly agrees with. He much prefers the taste of her tongue and the smell of dried sweat and lingering morning sex on her skin to anything else right now. And, it seems, she has nothing on her mind now either, aside from consuming his groans of pleasure and sliding her deft, teasing fingers across the back of his neck, down his shoulders, his chest, his tense abdomen, all the way there, where he is alive and awake and quite ready for another go at it.

He loves kissing her, always has; she’s a hell of a kisser and she knows it. Though he may have a few more centuries of experience, she’s managed to master the art in her short decades on this earth. Push, pull. Tongue, teeth. Wet lips, plush and pliant, with a gentle ease even when forceful and wild. He could drown in her kisses, although he has, in fact, been resuscitated by them once before. (Whatever excuse she’d had about that “CPR” nonsense had been just that: nonsense. It was definitely the press of her lips that saved him, of that he is entirely certain.)

It’s the combination that does him in – her mouth on his and her hands massaging him through the jeans that he wished he hadn’t even bothered putting on this morning. He can’t stand it, is too revved up and desperate for her that he couldn’t care less about anything else.

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150+ Celebration Smut!

A/N: It’s here! Finally! I wrote this to celebrate reaching over 150 followers! I just wanna thank each and every one of you. I love y’all so much!! This isn’t my first smut, but this IS my first good smut lol. Thank you all so much for reading. I wanna give a special thank you to @not-moose-one-shots , who has helped me so much with writing and life stuff. I wouldn’t be where I am without her. I love you girl ❤ PS if you’d like to be tagged in anything of mine please lemme know by either ask/message and I shall tag youuu! Hope you enjoy! (Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!)

Pairing: TonyxReaderxBucky (there’s no TonyxBucky)

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT LADIES AND GENTS, Threeway, fingering, oral (M&F), dirty talk, orgasm denial (?) I think that’s all


(gifs not mine)

Originally posted by luvindowney

Originally posted by pxggycxrters


God, you loved teasing him.

Everyday, you’d drop subtle hints to Bucky that you wanted him. But today, you kicked it up a notch. 

You started off the day by wearing a tight tank and short workout shorts. It was your day to spar off with Bucky.

“Hello, James.” You smirked, knowing what using his first name did to him.

“Y/n…” Bucky replied, clenching his jaw.

You got into position and spent the next 45 minutes sparring. Every time Bucky thought he’d had you you’d turn around and pin him down.

“What’s the matter old man? Can’t handle my moves?” You chuckle out of breath. You were straddling his legs holding his hands above his head. “C’mon, show me what you really wanna do to me.”Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, “oh doll, you couldn’t handle what I wanna do to you.” Bucky’s voice had grown deeper with each word.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “oh, soldier… you underestimate me.” And with that you stood up, not before ever-so-slightly rolling your hips on his very obvious hard-on.

You smirk as you walk over to grab your stuff, hips swaying.


You push open the doors with your bag slung over your shoulder and head down the hall toward your room. Suddenly someone grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark room, shutting the door and slamming you against it.

“You’re such a tease” someone whispered in your ear. “I watched you get the poor man all hot and bothered then just leave him hangin high and dry.” By this point his hands were travelling all over your body, “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

You finally find the lightswitch and flip the lights on, only to find Tony staring at you with lust-blown pupils.

“T-tony? What are yo-” you’re cut off by Tony slamming his lips to yours.

“I can’t tell you… how long… I’ve wanted you… How long I’ve wanted to taste you… to feel your soft, plump lips wrapped around my cock…” I need you, y/n..” Tony whispered in a deep, husky voice between kisses.

You moan at the thoughts this man was putting in your head.”Tony, I-” suddenly the door handle was jiggling and you could hear a string of curses following. You look behind Tony and your eyes widen. He had gotten you so worked up you hadn’t realized what room he’d pulled you into.

“Who the fuck is in my room?” Bucky yelled, banging on the door.

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Behind The Scenes

Characters: Hoseok x Reader

Length: 3975 words

Genre: Smut

Originally posted by hohbi


Muffled music reached your ears as you stood in the hallway, your eyes stuck on the metal numbers that were placed on the wall next to a door opposite of you, though your mind had wandered to different realms.

It must’ve looked weird how you were planted there all alone, staring straight ahead of you, waiting for time to pass, but you didn’t care.

You had a good enough reason to be there and you couldn’t wait for those last five minutes to go by.

Every second felt like it stretched out, lasting forever, as if time was teasing you and deliberately passing slower just because you were constantly looking at your phone.

The last message you had received from him told you that he had landed and ever since then, you felt like you were walking on hot coals.

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Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters: 1 - 2  -  3  -  4 - 6 - 7

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How NCT 127 & TenSol would crush on you

MASTERLIST

Anon: Hey~ could you do a “How NCT127+Ten+Hansol would crush on you” ☺️ Like how would they behave if they had a crush on you. THANK YOU ! I love your blog~ ❤

Anon: Can i request a NCT hyung line + Mark reaction when they have a crush (how would they be like) thanks xx

Thank you for requesting! This was actually quite hard to do, especially to think of 11 ways of crushing on someone which is hard to write if you’ve never actually crushed on someone lmfao I just hope you will enjoy it!

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Daddy’s Home

Because I need a sugar daddy AU, here ya go. This is gonna end up as a series. Enjoy!

           He rolled up in his lemon-yellow Lamborghini and rolled down the window. You gave a little wave, and he leaned over from the driver’s seat. “You ready, baby?” Bambam grinned and peered over the top of his sunglasses.

           You smiled from the curb, your Louis Vuitton bag in your hand. “Of course.” He pulled the handle of the door open and you slid into the passenger seat. Bambam’s hand automatically slipped to your thigh when you sat down. Once you were situated, he ensured you had your seatbelt on before taking off down the street. “How was your day, princess?”

           You grinned. You loved it when he used that nickname. “Well, between being too busy to think about anything other than how I was going to sneak away to spend time with you this afternoon,” you paused, putting your hand on top of his, “and my boss yelling at me, nothing else really happened. I guess you could say I had a day,” you said.

           “Baby… I really think it’s time you quit your job…” he chose his words carefully. You stared at him, trying to figure out what to say.  

           Bambam glanced away from the road long enough to catch the look on your face. “I know what you’re gonna say,” he began, “but I make more than enough for both of us, and I’d love it if you let me take care of you.”

           “Babe,” you started, but he lifted the hand that was still on your thigh.

           “I’m just saying, I want you to think about it.”

           You let out a gusty sigh, and he squeezed your thigh again, causing a smile to pull at the corners of your mouth.

           “Now, who’s ready for some shopping?” Bambam asked in a singsong voice as he pulled into the parking garage. “Will that make daddy’s princess happy?”

           You grinned and nodded at him. “Good, let’s get you in there, then.” He walked around the car and opened your door for you, his hand extending to help you out of your seat. He took you by the hand and tucked it in his, pulling you just a tad before you caught up.

           “My legs aren’t as long as yours, babe,” you said.

           Bambam turned to look behind him, laughing. “I forgot, my bad.”

           “Good evening, welcome to Chanel,” the doorman said, punctuating his sentence with a nod. You smiled at him, and Bambam turned to the closest salesperson he could find. “I need to get my princess here a watch,” he said to a tall woman with auburn hair who was impeccably dressed, passing his hand over the back of your upper arm.

           “Well, what’s her style?” she asked, looking to you.

            You grinned. “Anything that sparkles,” you said sheepishly.

            The lady—looking at her nametag, you realized her name was Paula—smiled warmly at you, then led you over to the watch case. “Then I have good news for you, we definitely have ones that sparkle.”

           You looked at Bambam, and he nodded at you. “Anything you want, baby.”

           “I really like this one,” you pointed to a watch that had a silver and black band, a black dial, and diamonds laid into the rectangular beveled edge.

           “Ah, the Premiere Mini,” she said fondly, pulling it from the case, “excellent decision.” She placed the watch in your hands and you paused, marveling at the beauty that had just been put within your reach. You grinned again, and Bambam put a hand on the small of your back. “What do you think?” he whispered.

           “I love it,” you said in a hushed voice.

           “We’ll take it,” he said to Paula, who took the watch back from you, placed it into a long, rectangular box embossed with the word CHANEL, and then placed it in a shopping bag. You beamed as she handed it to you.

           “It’s just seven,” she said to your boyfriend as he slid his gold card.

           “That’s fine,” he murmured, scratching his nose.

           “Congratulations, you’re now the owner of a beautiful Chanel piece,” Paula cooed. You shook her hand and Bambam waved, and you both exited the store.

           “Where to now, baby?” he’d said, a grin spreading across his face.

           “Louboutin?” you asked.

           He nodded, took your hand in his, and led the way to the escalator.

           Two hours later you were on your way back to the Lambo, and Bambam insisted on carrying all your shopping bags. He’d bought you an entire new outfit, complete with a new pair of heels and that beautiful watch. Bambam had bought himself a pair of flats to match yours, and had taken a photo of both your and his feet for Instagram.  He’d done it all with a huge smile on his face. “Anything for my princess,” he’d said, and passed a hand over your ass, gently and discreetly.

           As soon as he’d put the bags in the trunk, he slid into the driver’s seat and pulled you close to him, his left hand cupping the side of your face and his right hooking around the back of your neck. “Is daddy’s baby happy?” he whispered, his lips centimeters from yours.

           You nodded and licked his lower lip. He crushed his mouth to yours, the hand that was on the back of your neck moving to your hair, pressing your face to his with so much force that you thought it’d break your jaw. You let out a soft whimper and his mouth moved to your throat, switching between tiny kisses and pulling your skin into purple hickeys. Bambam released you once he reached your collarbone, breathing heavily. “I got a little carried away, sorry baby,” he said, grinning at you from the driver’s seat. You beamed back at him, taking in the tent in his pants. Home was over a half an hour away, not including traffic, and you didn’t know if you could wait that long.

           Bambam put on his seatbelt and started the engine, his eyes too focused on the road to notice you staring at him. He smiled to himself and, seemingly absentmindedly, placed his hand in its normal spot on your thigh.

           “Daddy…” you began, your voice sultry, “your princess wants to play.”

           Bambam sighed huskily. “Baby, I’m driving. Can you make it until we get home?”

           “Nope,” you purred, fingers dancing along his thigh.

           He shook his head wryly, but scooted his seat back far enough that you could slip your head between him and the steering wheel.  

           You grinned and leaned over the center console, fiddling with his zipper. “Daddy,” smokiness was pouring from you. “I’m gonna suck your dick so hard I’ll make you cry.” The response you issued from him with just a few words was overwhelmingly positive. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, his hips twitching just a tad underneath you. “Then what, baby?”

           You placed a playful kiss on his stomach through his shirt. “Then I’m gonna let you fuck me with nothing but this watch on until I can’t walk,” you purred, “and then I’m gonna get up and make you breakfast in bed,” you grinned and nipped at his stomach again. A low groan fell from Bambam’s lips, and you knew the dirty talk had turned him on enough to make him hard again.

           You unzipped his pants and he tilted his hips up enough for you to drag them down so you could access his now-erect member. Bambam shivered but kept his eyes on the road as you blew lightly on his tip. A strand of saliva slipped from your mouth and you rubbed your hand over his dick, squeezing and stroking him simultaneously.

           “Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he groaned, glancing down at you, then back up at the road. You moaned in response. Your lips finally met the tip and you pulled his cock into your mouth without hesitation. Bambam inhaled sharply and you grinned around a mouthful of dick, positively ecstatic that you had this kind of power over him. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard, finding a steady rhythm as you wrapped your hand around the part of his shaft that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You felt the car swerve just a little to the left and heard an “oh, shit,” leave your boyfriend’s lips, then a giggly scoff. You looked up at him and giggled, then went back to bobbing your head as fast as you could manage, swirling your tongue around his tip as you came back up for air.

           Bambam moaned loudly and as the car came to a stop at the light, he pulled your face to his, his lips crushing to yours. “You make daddy feel so good, princess,” he said, and you grinned, a sexy laugh escaping you. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, and you kissed his lips again before you went back to work. You pulled his cock back into your mouth, sucking as hard as you could and moving your head as fast as the position would allow. He inhaled sharply and cursed under his breath, one hand leaving the steering wheel to get the hair out of your face. He took the left turn to his condo and pulled into the driveway, breathing hard and fast as he turned off the car. “God, let me fuck your throat,” Bambam moaned.

           You nodded and he gathered your hair in both his hands while you hollowed out your cheeks and held your head still. His hips rolled into your face and you hummed low in the back of your throat, his speed increasing with every thrust. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed. Tears were rolling down your cheeks but you didn’t care, it was making you wetter by the second. He was into it too, by the way he was moaning and writhing underneath you. You closed your lips around his shaft and he stopped for a second, letting you control the speed, but not for long. “I’m so close, princess. I want you to swallow my cum,” he said, and you nodded as he thrusted faster and faster into your face.

           “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he breathed, and to help it along you swirled your tongue around his tip. Bambam thrusted into your face a few more times, and you felt him throw his head back in ecstasy as he exploded in your mouth. He pulled out to let you breathe, then you slipped your tongue along his shaft, letting the cum roll down the back of your throat and ultimately swallowing it. Bambam took your face in both his hands and kissed you with fervor, his hand tangling in your hair.

           “Good girl,” he said, “you’re so good for me, princess.” He stroked your hair with his other hand.

           “Let daddy take care of you now,” he said, and led you out of the car and into the house.

My masterlist is here if you guys wanna read the rest of my stuff!



ZEN

•  You just were keeping company to him at rehearsal
• Dance rehearsal
• You really loved dance rehearsals because Zen was just… amazing at dancing
• All those sweaty muscles and fast moves
• You loved watching him
• And actually… it really turned you on
• So by the time you both got home, you were only thinking about taking off all his clothes
• And he was just clueless about your intentions
• So you just got to make him know
• “Zenny~” You whisper to his ear
• You caressed his arms up to his neck
• “Is the beast here? I need to talk to him”
• Your voice was so needy and seductive, so he just lost it
• He hold your hands between his and looked at you straight in the eyes
• Desire filling his own eyes
• “Is my baby needy right now?” he asked while he touched you with his other hand
• You bite your lip and nod
• His hands knowing your weak spots and making you more excited
• “Then the Beast is here…”



YOOSUNG

• You were cuddling on his couch
• One thing leads to another, so now you were on his lap kissing him so hard
• His hands were on your hips, holding you hard and close
• “Daddy… Please touch me” you started begging
• He was a little surprised
• It was the first time you called him like that and actually
• It kind of turned him on?
• “Like this babygirl?” He whisper at your ear with a low voice
• You moved your hips still on his lap, and he just bit his lip while he looked at you
• He loved to have you on his lap like this
• “Tell me what you need babygirl, and daddy will give it to you”
• You could feel him through his pants
• Getting bigger every single moment
• “Daddy, I need you to fuck me until we woke up the neighbors”
• He smiled with hunger in his eyes
• “You’re going to need crutches when I’m done fucking you”



JAEHEE

• She was so stressed with work
• You could notice by the way her arms tensed and by the look in her face
• So you decided to relaxed her a little
• A massage on her shoulders to relieve the stress
• “Rest a little, honey” you whispered softly
• She was slowly getting relax under your touch
• “I need to finish this, MC” she muttered with her eyes closed
• “Later, please~” you started kissing her shoulders, causing her shivers
• She sigh and surrender at you
• She could never say no to you
• And that was good
• “You look like a sexy little angel, baby” you whispered to her
• She looked at you with a blushing face
• You took her hand and guide her to the bed
• “Uhm… MC…”
• “ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum”



JUMIN

• This man’s dominant, he knows exactly how to please your body, where to hit to have you crying out his name, and where to touch to make you putty in his hands
• So you decided to pay him back for the hickies scattered across your back and shoulders, especially the big ones on your neck
• You dressed in his favourite shirt and a pair of his boxers and walked into the living room where he was located with Elizabeth the 3rd
• You drop down into his lap whilst he was working, he paid no mind to you, his focus completely on the papers in front of him
• You lean close to his ear and start nibbling on it, purring softly at him
• You can feel his arms wrap themselves around your body and shift you into a more comfortable position, aligning your hips with his perfectly
• You grind down softly, and continue purring in his ear
• “Daddy, I miss you, I miss your hands running themselves down my body, I miss your lips covering my body, but most of all, I miss the way you feel inside of me, dominating me until the only thing I remember is your name.”
• You can feel him tense up underneath you
• You play with his tie as you continue telling him what you love about your passionate moments
• Suddenly you’re whimpering and fidgeting against his hips as you tell him some of your fantasies of him
• You ask him if he’s ever wanted to try a few things, silently unbuttoning his shirt on your body
• You can hear his soft growls and groans as he tells you that he can’t because of his work
• That was before his breathing hitched as you take his hands and slide them up your body, telling him what parts of you that you love him touching the most
• You start to softly tell him all the things you love about him when you two have sex, how sexy he looks when he’s dominating you, how much you adore his grunts and growls as he ruins you
• Soon enough you’re pushed face down on the couch with a growling Jumin above you, tying your hands behind your back
• His growls get harsher as he tells you that he hopes you weren’t hoping on moving for a few days before he’s biting, sucking and licking all over your body, marking you as his
• He demands that you tell him more about what you fantasize about, about what you like the most when you have sex
• He ravages you until you can’t talk anymore, nor can you move anymore, and you got a bigger collection of hickies now, making it difficult to wear dresses or skirts again for the next few months
• You plan on doing it for your wedding anniversary



SAEYOUNG/707/LUCIEL

• You were needy
• Seven was working a lot lately, and not paying attention to anything beyond the computer
• You didn’t want to bother him, so you decided to play by yourself
• It was late but you were still on the bed
• Your hands caress your own body, turning you on even more
• Seven had just finished his work, so he was ready to check on you
• So when he entered the room and saw you with your hand inside your underwear and in underwear
• Something inside his just started burning
• “MC, what are you doing?”
• “I’m sorry… It’s just that Daddy was busy…” you said in a innocent tone
• His eyes got darker and he closed the door behind him
• He was looking at you from head to toe while he got closer
• “My babygirl needed his daddy? I’m sorry, but my babygirl needs a punishment for playing by herself”
• You bit your lip at his answer
• “I need punishment, daddy”
• He took you by your hips and pulled you closer to him
• He was already getting undressed when his eyes glinted with desire
• “Now babygirl, don’t make a sound until I tell you to… and if you do, I’m going to pause and wait until you can be quiet again, like a good babygirl”



SAERAN

• The alarm sounded on the morning, waking you and Saeran up
• He complaint by your side
• You both were going on a date, so you decided to prepare yourself early in the morning
• So you went to the bathroom to get ready, while he get dressed
• “Babe, we have a problem” he had called you from the other side of the bathroom door
• “What’s wrong babe?” you asked, coming out from the bathroom
• “It’s raining”
• Amazing. Simply amazing.
• It was your first day in months! And you were all excited by it
• You just sat down on the bed while looking at the rain ruin your whole day
• “It’s not fair” you muttered
• He was looking at you, feeling bad because of your sad eyes
• “Don’t worry babygirl, we can do other things here inside” he whispered to you, while he kissed your neck from behind
• You felt shivers going down through your back
• “I need daddy to make me feel better” You whispered back
• You both were used to dirty talking
• He smiled at you
• “Come and sit in Daddy’s lap, babygirl”



V/JIHYUN

• Wearing one of his shirts, you feel like teasing your little (cinamonroll) boyfriend
• You climb onto his lap and settle against his chest whilst he fiddles with his camera
• Softly you’d read out sexy pick up lines from your phone, laughing softly at them
• You decide to try them out
• You make him laugh with you as you attempt to tell him the lines
• You successfully distract him from his camera and make his attention focus on you completely
• You turn around in his lap and start whispering in his ear
• You start telling him all the things you love about him, trailing your fingers down his body
• You watch his face as his cheeks get a light dusting of pink as your fingers get lower and your comments get more… impure
• Softly you nibble his ear and start telling him all the things you love that he does to you
• Shifting your hips closer to his and wriggling slightly, you can feel his hands grip your thighs tighter, leaving slight marks
• Softly you start telling him all the things you want him to do to you
• You tell him some of your fantasies that you have of him
• You guys don’t hide anything from each other, so you start asking him if he’d like to try a few
• Next thing you know, you’re upside down on his shoulder, staring at his gorgeous ass as he starts moving towards the bedroom
• When he finally throws you on the bed, you see his darkened green eyes filled with hunger and hear his low, deep voice telling you that he’s going to show you that your fantasies weren’t even close to the real thing
• You guys didn’t leave the house for three days, the only times you both leave the bedroom, is when you’re bathroom having sex in the shower and in the kitchen, teasing each other before it gets too much and both of you are at it again

care for you

Originally posted by alza-la-cara-y-sonrie

“I’ll give you a massage.”

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x person with a vagina
Request: 129 from this prompt list/drabble challenge.
Rating: Teen and up
Words: 687 


I groan as muscles inside my pelvis contract again. The feeling of something twisting and being tugged at inside of me can only be described as feeling like I’m being stabbed from the inside with a very blunt knife. Shawn frowns next to me and moves closer on the bed, but doesn’t touch me, fearing that he will make the cramps worse.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, it’s okay. It’ll pass. Just another cramp.” I adjust myself again so that I’m lying sideways in a foetal position, but it only reduces the pain to a small extent. The hot water bottle pressed between my lower back and the pillows turn and I sigh in displeasure.

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Love in an Elevator

Summary: During your first convention as an actress on Supernatural, you get stuck on an elevator with Misha. He calms you when you start to panic, and somehow things lead to smut.

bye bye summary skills

A/N: I had a dream and it had to be written. And idk about the title. Maybe it’s overused but it’s appropriate.

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: language, claustrophobia induced panic attack, Misha being a fucking sweetheart (becuase what else would he be in this situation??), oral (male receiving), smut…technical public smut because it’s in an elevator

Word Count: 1.9k

Originally posted by godinameme

It was your first convention since getting a role on Supernatural, and you were excited. You hadn’t really gotten to meet many fans yet, but according to the internet, there were going to be tons at this convention. You had your own panel scheduled, along with photo ops, and tons of other fun activities.

You made your way out of your room and walked down the hall to the elevator, you wanted to get downstairs early as there was a storm coming in. Which was technically already here. You could hear the thunder outside. The doors to the elevator were just beginning to shut when you started sprinting down the hall.

“Hey! Wait!” you called. Luckily, you saw a hand reach out and stop the doors for you.

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