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Insomnia (M)

Prompt: 💕+ Tae +“You have to be very very quiet, the others are around.”

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: moaning denial, dirty talk, fingering, Dom!Taehyung, almost getting caught

Notes: For my 3k present <3  2k Words

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

There was complete silence in the dorm room of the two 95 liners, nothing to be seen since darkness enveloped the area as soon as the clock struck eleven. It had taken only a little time to get adjusted to the black, silhouettes easily spotted due to the light coming from the green digital clock on the bedside table which separated two queen-sized beds.

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Namjoon; 

*bites his lower lip as he comes up from behind you, groping your butt*
“You know we don’t have to go out today.” 
*chuckles as he tenderly kisses the nape of your neck*
“I kinda want to stay in now and spoil my little girl.~” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung; 

*seems to space out as your butt jiggles while you struggle to slip your jeans past your bum*
“God damn it Jagi…” 
*purposely groans while adjusting himself*
“Look at what you do to me, you drive me crazy babygirl.” 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin; 

*watches you struggle from afar before coming up behind you, pulling your pants up*
“I swear to god I fucking love your ass, princess.” 
*proceeds to give you one hard spank before massaging the area*

Originally posted by 9taefox

Jungkook; 

*carefully watches as you bounce up and down trying to put on your jeans*
“Fuck me up, babe, you’re ass is so perfect.” 
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap princess.” 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jin; 

*automatically becomes overdramatic, gripping his chest as he falls to floor behind you; pointing at your backside* 
“Gah- Jagi, I have been attacked- I am severely injured. Your butt is just too much.” 

You;*giggles* “Babe, get up.” 

Originally posted by jitonic

Hoseok; 

*watches you wiggle your hips as you pull on your jeans while biting his lower lip*
“Babe, come here please.” 
*motions you to come over to him, his dark eyes watching as you make your way to where he is*
*wraps his arms around your waist before running his hands over your butt*

“My babygirl is just so fucking sexy.. I needed to touch you.”

Originally posted by meganhyunhee

Yoongi; 

*sits there, enjoying the little show you unintentionally put on for him*
“Your bruises are started to fade, Jagi..” 
*moves directly behind you, hooking his fingers in your belt loops- pulling you down onto his lap*
“Maybe we should stay home and make some new ones instead.”

Originally posted by sugaglos

2 | Jealous

A NIGHT AT HOME | JUNGKOOK VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 5,378

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, asphyxiation (choking), ass play, degrading names, dom!jungkook + sub!reader

Originally posted by junghope

masterlist | ask | song | prev

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fuck the premiere || s.s.

Relationship: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: smut {18+}, unprotected sex, language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: this is straight smut honestly like enjoy this hoes!!!


“Oh hell no,” your voice grabs Sebastian’s attention as he fixes his his shirt, smoothing it down under his black blazer, “oh no,” he furrows his eyebrows, “you don’t like the outfit, do you?” He questions rhetorically as his eyes gaze down his body in the mirror, picking out all the things wrong with his outfit, “I knew all black was too much,” he mumbled to himself as you rolled your eyes, walking up to him. 

“Actually,” you say, running your hands over his shoulders, “I really like this outfit on you,” you say, voice trailing off as your bottom lip is caught between your teeth. Sebastian’s eyebrow springs up, “oh yeah,” he hums, his large hands coming to rest on your waist, “oh yeah, I really, really like this on you,” you say, meeting his gaze as you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. 

“Think you can spare just a few minutes for your girl?” You pout, sticking your bottom lip out and lightly jutting your hips against his, “darlin’,” he groans, holding onto your waist tighter, “I can’t be late,” he sighs, his words going against his actions as your lips pepper kisses against his neck. He snaps out of his daze, only leaving you pouting more, “we can have all the fun we want after the premiere, alright babylove?” He says trying to come at a compromise. 

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What Would You Want?

Request: “hi i was wondering if you could do a fluffy sirius x reader where they’re just cuddling and talking about their future together (like having kids, getting married) idk ah i really love your writing btw !!”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Warnings: None

Originally posted by admireforever


It was very late on a Monday night. Most were sound asleep, but the toll that had taken its place on all the exhausted students due to the most dreaded day of the week didn’t seem to affect you and Sirius. Instead, you were lying on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, cuddling by the fire with a pleasant type of lethargy. You both kept saying how it was time to go up to your actual beds, since you both had the same early potions class tomorrow morning, but the urgency had seeped from your bones, being replaced by a thick laziness that weighed you down blissfully. The more you fought against it, the heavier it got. Eventually, you had simply accepted that you would probably talk into the early hours of the morning, only falling into sleep when you had no more words to say. Sirius’ arms were the most peaceful place in the world, it was no wonder why you had no desire to leave your spot.

“What would you have our wedding be like?” He asked after a long comfortable silence, his nose touching yours as he spoke.

“Our wedding?” You yawned. “Who said I’d marry you?”

Sirius let out a soft chuckle, his eyelids heavy.

“I know you’ll say yes when the day comes. You can never resist me.”

“And if I say no?”

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Newt Scamander’s Fantastic Guide to Percival Graves

(and the sounds he makes)

for the lovely @kaciart, who’s been going through some tough times recently and wanted some gramander hc’s to cheer her up ! wanted to do sound since i haven’t seen many hc lists like that yet

newt scamander’s favorite percival graves sounds, as ordered in the scribbled pages of his observational field journal: 

  • his sleepy, quiet morning grumbles 
    • MACUSA men sleep like the dead, graves insists, and are sharp, alert guardians of the law– but that doesn’t mean they aren’t a little groggy in between those two states, before they’ve had their first cup of coffee (black, no sugar) 
  • when he wraps around newt from behind and hums against the nape of his neck, nosing in beneath his curls. newt swears he can feel the reverberation of this in his entire body, there, like he is an instrument, a vessel, and graves can play him just right just by breathing
  • the gentle gurgling of his stomach when newt lays his head upon the warm, pale softness of it to take a nap
  • the sizzle-hum of his magic, which hangs about him like a constant, particular and dark, a sound like the expectant space between thunderclaps 
  • when he mutters “good girl” to the niffler after she’s brought him his cufflinks in the morning
    • especially when he does this deep and gentle, like he thinks newt can’t hear it from the other room
  • the miscellaneous rustling of him
  • the scrape of his straight razor on his cheek
  • the comfortable shuff when he lets newt push his hands through that salt and pepper hair, loose and long with no product in it
  • when he groans while newt rubs his temples after a stressful day at the office
  • the Director Voice
  • the sensuous, dry purse of his lips around a cigarette and the slow and crackling draw of smoke in his lungs
  • the little sighs he makes when he’s kissed
    • and the pleasing, tart crossness in his voice when newt brings it up afterwards
  • the sound of him pissing like a racehorse in their bathroom next door after he’s fucked newt through two toe-curling orgasms and doggedly up to the edge of a third 
  • the particular way he breaks when he comes
  • how snarls when he casts a hex, wordless, guttural and crooked  
  • how he laughs, barked and bitterish, but true
  • how he snorts
  • how he swears 
    • this is so hot, mostly because it reminds newt that this man is every inch a brooklynite
      • jesus fucking christ, PR is so incompetent these days
      • i could use a fucking drink 
      • fuck, look at you, newt, oh my god–
  • how he says i love you, which is to say: the clanking and beating and carrying on of his tired, old heart, persisting beneath newt’s gentle hand 

Mark; 

-the two of you would be laying in bed still, binge watching ‘The Walking Dead’ when he’d suddenly start pressing his hardened member against your backside as he gently rubbed at the front seam of your shorts- 

*pressing his lips against the nape of your neck*
“Daddy needs your sweet pussy right now, kitten..” 
*slowly wraps his free hand around your throat* 
“I need you to be a good girl for me, okay?” 

Originally posted by jypnior

Bambam; 

-while you laid in bed, watching as he combed the room with his camera this sudden mischievous grin painted across his face as his slow panning halted the instant he reached you- 

*making his way over to you, he stood at the edge of the bed; scanning your exposed body with his camera*
“Baby, I really want you right now..”
*his hands caress your legs, circling your inner thighs* 
“I wanna film us fucking okay, babygirl? You look so pretty on camera..”

Originally posted by bamica

Yugyeom; 

-as you helped him practice a new routine he was learning, your bodies became heated and melted with the sensual rhythm- 

*looking at the way you moved against him in the large mirror, he roughly grab your hips*
“Look at how perfect we look together babygirl..” 
*gently licks a broad strip along your neck before nipping at it*
“Oppa wants to fuck you right now, okay?” 
“I want you to watch Oppa fuck you senseless.”

Originally posted by chattyang

Jinyoung; 

-the two of you would be at some fancy dinner party with JYP and some of his fellow costars when he’d suddenly grip your thigh; grazing his fingertips along your inner thigh- 

*leans over to you as the other are busy in their own conversations*
“Don’t make a sound..”
“Keep your legs nice and open for me, okay baby?”
*his fingers start to gently rub your dampening slit as he adjusts his posture, just giving you a smug grin as he circles your clit and just watches as he tortures you*

Originally posted by jypnior

Jaebum; 

-he’d watch as you made dinner, just admiring every part of you until he saw you bend over the counter; something about the way you looked just completely aroused him- 

*walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist* 
“Baby, Daddy needs you..” 
*roughly presses your torso onto the counter as he grinds his hardened member against your bum* 
“Daddy needs to fuck you right here.. right now.”

Originally posted by withoutwordsblog

Jackson; 

-the two of you would be laying in the living room together when he’d start getting frisky; rubbing your bum and thighs, groping your breast all while the members were still home- 

You: Babe, we can’t everyone’s home, what if they walk in?

*pinches your clothed nipple while grinding his manhood against you*
“Who cares? They could watch for fucks sake, I just need to be inside that tight little pussy of yours right now..” 

Originally posted by igot17-bangtan-boys

Youngjae; 

-you’d be sitting on his lap, the two of you cuddled underneath a blanket while y’all and the others watched some action film they decided on; he’d suddenly look up at you, watching as you attempted to suppress your needy moans while he teased your cunt- 

*presses his lips against your cheek before whispering*
“Sh, shh princess- if you make a sound Daddy will punish you, understood?”
*licks his lips as you grin while slipping his hand into your shorts, teasing your drenched entrance*
“Mhmm, my little slut’s always so ready for me..”

Originally posted by umma-jy

all for love || stiles stilinski

word count: 4174

warnings: none

prompt: collab with @sarcasticallystilinski

author’s note: happy lacrosse week everyone! this is my first part of lacrosse week with hay! we are very proud of this one and we hope you have as much fun reading as we did writing!

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Size

A/N: So me being 5′2 I kinda have a size!kink and this gif does not help me at all so I kinda had an idea and here ya go! 

Dean x Reader

Warnings: flirting, swearing

Word Count: 750

You clutched the cool metal of Baby as you watched Dean walk towards you. It took all of your self-control to calmly and nonchalantly wait, even when all you wanted to do was jump into his arms and wrap yours legs around his waist – fuck. The jeans he wore today seemed to accent just how tall he really was, sending a delicious thrill down your spine that had you licking your lips. Dean didn’t know about the obsession you had with his tall broad frame, didn’t know that you constantly held back whimpers every time he strode confidently, and how the way his shoulders and arms engulfed you and made you so damn small, was probably the best feeling in the world. So of course, while you’re supposed to be keeping watch, all you could do was stare at your man and imagined all the ways you would climb the hell out of him.

“I guess I was just imagining it or something, there was nothing back there,” he stood beside you, unaware that your breath was caught in your throat and the way you tried so damn hard not to smile. “Wanna get going? We’re still a day out before we meet up with Sam,”

“No wait,” you called out, quickly latching a hand on to his wrist and tugged him towards you. With a raised brow, Dean watched warily as looked down at you. “Let’s just take a break, I’m getting a bit car sick and it’s really nice outside,” With a slight jut of your bottom lip, you knew it was only seconds before Dean would cave and agree with you, however, what you didn’t expect was for Dean to clutch your waist and hoist you up on the hood of Baby. A small groan escaped your lips, immediately grabbing the attention of Dean.

“Now what on earth was that, sweetheart?” With a lick of his perfect pink lips and a calloused hand brushing away the hair from your face, you were done for.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” You couldn’t stop the ever increasing blush, not with the way Dean was smirking at you. Cocky bastard.

“Nope, tell me. I want to know,” Nuzzling his way down to the underside of your jaw, he softly planted kisses on your skin, melting your resistance completely. Dean Winchester knew he had you in the palm of his hand. It took you a few moments before you could even think about forming a coherent sentence, your brain having turned to mush and the overwhelming presence of him not being of any help.

“It’s really stupid,” you breathlessly whined, sounding pitiful in terms of trying to put up a fight against his charm. Dean merely waited, knowing that he’d get it out of you soon enough. “I just… you’re so damn- god this is gonna sound ridiculous. I really really like how big and strong you are,” If you could have died of embarrassment, you would have gladly done so. You’re cheeks felt like they were on fire as you refused to meet Dean’s eyes. The silence from him was mortifying, chastising yourself for revealing such a liking in the first place.

“Explain.”

“God, Dean. You really just love seeing me suffer,” You groaned, “It’s pretty damn self-explanatory. You’re like a freaking giant, with legs that just… and watching you is like watching a freakin’ god walk before you. And don’t even get me started on your arms, or your hands, or your back – fuck. It’s just, you’re so damn big and I really enjoy it all too much, okay?”

“So… you have a size kink?” he grinned widely, feeling all too smug with himself.

“Yes, dammit! You happy? Can we just get on the road please?” You begged, trying to hop off the hood but Dean had you trapped with his legs placed on either side of you. His right hand slowly made its way up to the nape of your neck and gently threaded his fingers in your hair, tugging slightly to force you to look up at him.  

“Hey, you don’t need to get embarrassed. It’s really nice knowing my girl still has the hots for me after all these years,”

“I’m glad I could help your ego, babe,”

“Now let me tell you the hundreds of things that drive me wild about you, sweetheart,” he drawled, briefly planting a fierce kiss against your lips that you swore placed you on cloud nine.

New Neighbor

pairing: Yoongi x reader
genre: Smut, fluff if you squint
warning: M for my undying thirst
word count: 3756

You finally work up the courage to bring your cute new neighbor home after some liquid courage, you get what you’ve been pinning for since you saw him in the mail room.

Fuck.

You weren’t sure if it was the gin and tonic in your hand or your excruciating dry spell that made him so attractive. Through your hazy vision you attempted to trace the outline of the man who stood two inches too close to you, his choice of poison intoxicating you further. His elbow, steady against the bar, supported his lithe frame as his gaze found yours through locks of blonde hair.

Blood rushed to your cheeks, turning your pink glow into a deep shade of crimson, and you pray that the bar’s dim lighting would shield you from the embarrassment. You flash your new neighbor a stupidly wide smile only to receive a smirk in return, why the fuck did liquid courage make you look like a fool instead of seductress? You’ve done nothing but solidify the fact that you haven’t gotten dicked down in a year at this welcoming party by freezing up whenever a male so much as looked your direction. Why did you agree to come to this gathering where you knew no one anyways? It was your ex-boyfriend who played the friendly neighbor with this apartment’s college inhabitants, and you didn’t bother to follow up with any of the friendships since you kicked the bastard out all those nights ago.

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Pansy was sitting in her seat beside Potter. It was their makeup seventh year and the new Transfiguration teacher had given them assigned seats. Pansy far preferred McGonagall, but she had gone on to be Headmistress and they were stuck with Professor What’s His Name. She couldn’t be bothered to learn it. When the professor said he’d be seating them in interhouse pairs, she hoped she’d be lucky enough to sit next to Granger. She wasn’t. So instead she watched from afar.

Granger was copying notes from the board. Her body curled over the desk as if she were trying to encircle it. The position made her hair fall into her face. A curtain of dark frizz. Pansy wanted to brush it back for her–perhaps braid it or slick it into a ponytail–or at least offer her an elastic. Then the girl ran a flustered hand from her forehead to the nape of her neck, effectively flipping the bushy hair out of her way.

“Beautiful,” Pansy whispered under her breath.

“Huh?” Potter asked ever-so-eloquently, eyes flicking to Pansy from where they rested on Draco–Granger’s table partner. Draco was taking copious notes as well. Pansy could almost make out his calligraphic scrawl from her seat.

“The studious ones are always the easiest to fall for, aren’t they? And the hardest to get over,” Pansy said, cocking her head in the direction of the two attentive students.

Potter blinked. “I don’t have a crush on Hermione if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Pansy snorted. “That’s not at all what I’m getting at. And anyways, Granger’s gay.”

Potter went as red as his Gryffindor tie. “Don’t say that about her.”

“Cool it, Golden Boy. It wasn’t an insult. But maybe that internalized homophobia is why you can’t see you have a crush on Draco.”

“Malfoy? Are you bonkers? Just because you think he’s the greatest thing on Earth doesn’t mean I have to.”

Pansy laughed then. “Potter, if you were paying any attention you’d know it’s Granger I like. Draco has a sharp wit but the wrong equipment.”

Potter looked as if he’d been slapped. “What?”

“Oh, shut your mouth. Like it’s that shocking.” She knew, however, that it was shocking because every person she’d come out to had said, “you’re too pretty to be gay”. Bullshit. As if her looks had anything to do with her desire to fuck girls. Or cuddle with them. Or whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Or–

Pansy had found she turned into a Hufflepuff when she got too caught up in her fantasies, so she effectively shut them off. It wouldn’t do to have her reputation ruined–even internally.

Pansy brushed aside her ridiculous musings. “Potter, I have a proposition for you.”

His gaze darkened. “No thanks. I don’t take propositions from Slytherins.”

“And I thought we were getting on so well,” Pansy said sweetly before dropping the sugary expression. “Give it a rest, will you? The war’s over. And we weren’t all Death Eaters.”

“You tried to turn me in to Voldemort,” Potter pointed out.

Pansy swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. “Details, details. Just hear me out. You’re good friends with Granger, and I’m good friends with Draco. What do you say we work together to woo our love interests?”

“I have no interest in dating Mal–”

“Potter, you haven’t taken your eyes off him since he sat down. Actually, you had your eyes on him as he sat down as well.”

“That’s because–”

“Because you were checking out his arse. And you’re blushing like crazy–”

“I am not!”

“–WHICH, may I note, you did not do when you thought I was talking about Granger.”

“Only because–”

“What if I told you he likes you, too?”

Potter shut his mouth. He ran a hand through his unruly hair. It wasn’t as cute as when Granger did it. He bit his lip. “Fine. We can work together. But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Potter, who in Merlin’s name would I want to tell? It’s not like I’m proud of allying with a bloody Gryffindor.”

“Whatever. Just…keep it quiet.”

“Same, Scarhead.” The bell rung and the two went their separate ways.

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Originally posted by sseureki

Originally posted by coupleaims

It was an accident.

He’s my best friend.

He’ll never love me.

That’s what you told yourself whenever you thought about him. It was cliche, falling in love with your best friend. Those happy endings where they end up together only happens in movies. You had yet to meet someone who lived happily ever after with their best friend.

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seasons of you- jjk

Originally posted by herthealbum

the best things bloom in spring. 

all genres, mature content / 15.9k words / reincarnation!jjk au / enjoy !

req(s); Jungkook; Reincarnation!AU, forbidden lovers throughout different lifetimes starting from royalty; but in the present lifetime, the reader is already married (+) a slice of both dom and sub!jungkook smut

a/n; i spent so many weeks and days and hours on this and it is the longest oneshot/fic i have ever written by far, bUt i loved writing it so I really really hope you love reading it ! give me your thoughts nd such if you would be so kind,,,,  i’d super duper appreciate it for this monster, much love <3


“You never know how truly you love someone until you lose them,” your mother always told you. It seemed an obvious thing, nodding your head with a smile as she brushed through the ends of your hair at the vanity. Her opulent necklaces always glinted in the firelight, or the sunshine coming through the windows on early mornings, lips parted with wise concentration and dresses making hushed sounds against the old concrete when she swayed back and forth. She didn’t believe in servitude, allowing them to keep place and tidy things in order to hold appearances, but when it came to personal tasks, and tasks regarding her children, your mother was certain the only way something was done right is if it was done by oneself. An idea that was deemed preposterous by much of the aristocracy.

You never understood the allure of royalty, the title of noble Lady holding such an snobby tone to it, one that your sisters wore with painfully obvious pride and arrogance. The palace felt far too large, even for the multitude of families who lived there, not to mention the king, Queen, Prince, Princesses, and all of the royal families’ bastard children, who ran amok unattended and judged based on their father’s decisions. You kept to the outskirts, never gathered in the fancied gardens, or dinner parties unless required, which was more often than you favored.

Like tonight, for instance, the annual King’s dinner and ball which was to be attended by all royalty and titled people living both within and in close proximity to the castle. Whenever people gathered here they seemed to have a hard time leaving, and those who lingered always ensnared themselves into the most troubling of situations.

Your mother’s fingers are soft and gentle as they work out the tangles of your hair. Since your father died when you were a young girl, your mother had blossomed, no longer kept down by the oppressive tendencies of men. She could go as she pleased, dress as she pleased, and her favor with the queen granted her access to any area she pleased. They were playmates as children in the palace, and while your mother spoke ill of no one, she never failed to minutely scrunch up her nose in distaste at mention of the king. She claimed that he dampened her friends once vibrant spirit, made her nothing more than a housewife, a domestic mother, and while your sisters wondered what else a woman could be for than to make heirs and tend to their husbands, you could see the inequality and dreary living that the scales of renaissance life possessed.

You never sought a husband, half out of disinterest and half never wanting to be controlled by anyone other than yourself, and if that earned you whispers and eyes behind your back so be it. Better to be standing with it to other people than constantly on it.

“What is this occasion for?” You ask, running kohl along the lines of your eyelids, “another ambassador in town?”

“Not quite so,” your mother’s tone dissuades yours, catching her eye in the mirror as she sets the forgotten comb beside you, “the king’s son has returned from his schooling and military exploits in Western Europe.”

“I didn’t hear him announced,” you remark, wondering where you could have been when the trumpets went off, “the queen must be overjoyed.”

“On the contrary,” your mother stays silent for a moment, watching your face work out the puzzle. “He is the son of the king’s first mistress, who died in childbirth. The king favors him greatly, so don’t act as a shutin. Remember, those who favor those the king favors-”

“-get king’s favors, I know,” you mock her, repeating the line she always did in order to get you to play nice, “but if he’s a bastard, why would the king throw a celebration in his honor?”

The light catches the gold in her dress as she spins, firelight igniting her hair while she speaks. “I believe the king is aiming to get him legitimized. He has bribed the church a great deal and sum in order of persuade them into attending this event tonight, therefore we must all be present to show our appreciation and love for his son. You were playmates once,” she adds, “as young children.”

“I don’t remember that,” you state the obvious, continuing with your prior train of thought, “but if he’s legitimized, that would mean-”

“Yes, flower,” your mother silences you with her favorite nickname, “it means he would be king. And that centuries of tradition and birthright would be absconded in the name of male pride.” Her tone savors slightly of bitterness, bringing the trace of a grin to your lips.

“What’s his name?” You ask, setting the stylo down and replacing it with a puff for rouge. “The son’s?”

“I believe it’s Jungkook,” your mother says absently, drifting away to lay out your gown, “I’m quite certain it’s Jeon Jungkook.”

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Ride Me Baby *Part Two* (Harry Styles Mature Mini Series)

Originally posted by tmlnsn


Hiya guys, so a lot of you have been requesting a part 2 of this story and wanting to know where it goes from there, so I decided to start this as a mini series, but ill let you guys give me the feedback first before I continue on. This is going to be a very explicit series so you have been warned. But without further of due, lets get into it! I hope you guys enjoy it, -K
**WARNING, EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

Word Count: 2,978

Harry’s POV
Its coming up to mine and Y/N’s 3 year anniversary, and I have decided to surprise her with a holiday away to Bora Bora for a week or so, I’m so excited to tell her what I have planned. She has always wanted to go there and with me making Dunkirk and writing my solo album we didn’t have time to do anything for our anniversary last year. So to make up for last year I think this will be perfect!
I was sitting in our newly furnished kitchen at the island trying to figure out what I wanna order us for dinner. Y/N Is so indecisive when it comes to anything let alone food so its so hard to know what she wants to eat. Maybe ill wait until she comes home. Just as that thought came through my head I heard the creak of the front door opening and her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Harry?” “Kitchen” As I heard her set her purse on the side table I heard her enter the kitchen making me look up. “Baby girl” “Hey” Her face started to blush as she made her way over to me. I love the way she blushes every single time I call her that. She is my baby girl. “How was your press day?” She is promoting a new campaign with PETA, ‘I Would Rather Be Naked Than Wear Fur’ which is an amazing organisation that makes people aware of animals being killed for fashion. I’m so proud of her for making her fame into something to raise awareness for, one of the main reasons I love her. “Yeah it was good, just going over the same questions over and over and over, gets very boring but I’m glad its over” She sighed as she took off her cardigan, folding it neatly to put on top of the island. “Im proud of you baby, press days are always the worst though” Giving her a tiny pout. She giggled a little at my facial expression and walked over to the sink. “Where is my kiss hello?” “Sorry I was thirsty” She again giggled as she made her way over to me. I took her hand pulling her towards me, opening my legs for her to stand between them. “Missed you today” She whispered as she inched closer for a quick peck. “Well your home now” kissing her on her forehead I looked at her in awe. “So I have something for you” “Okay…” She replied with hesitation in her voice. “So you know the way its our anniversary next week?” “Yeah” I pushed her a little for me to get up, making my way over to my coat. “Well last years anniversary was a bust, you know that. So what better way to celebrate basically two years this year than to do something amazing” I took the envelope out of my coat pocket and made my way over to her. “Here, happy anniversary baby” I handed her the envelope and giving her a kiss. “Harry thank you” Her hand grasped the envelope looking down at it. “What is it?” “Well open it and see” Her fingers quickly ripped open the paper to find two plane tickets. “What.. This isn’t.. No way Harry!” Her face immediately lights up towards mine with the biggest beautiful smile that I know and love. “Were staying in Bora Bora for a week, you deserve it” “Oh my god Harry this is too much” Her hands started to shake, so cute. “Y/N your deserve everything and more. You’ve been so understanding this last year when I wasn’t around much and finding it so stressful and hard. But you made it so much better and being there for me when I needed you, and putting your life on hold for me, that really means a lot” I said looking down at her. “I love you so much Harry you have no idea” She draped her arms around my shoulders playing with my curls at the nape of my neck. Her hands then pulled my face into hers, kissing her so deeply, so passionate. “I love you so much” I whispered as I pulled away. I started kissing all over her face and she began to laugh uncontrollably. I pulled her waist into mine as she started to get weak in the knees with her laughter. My favourite sound. “So shall we go pack?”

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The Labyrinth Chapter 38

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.7k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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Drowning in Jealousy

Request: “I love your writing! If requests are still open can you do a Draco smut? Like maybe he hears that she’s been hanging out with Potter and gets extremely possessive and decides to claim her as his? It’s up to you though as long as it’s Draco smut.”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: a lil (public) smut, jealous teasing playful draco!

A/n: for the sake of this fic let’s just pretend Hogwarts has a swimming pool OKAY? Okay.

It took a while to find Draco, his message so cryptic it was a borderline psychotic poem. His mother had inappropriately named him; he better suited “Drama”, although you didn’t think you would’ve fallen for him as hard if he boasted a name as ridiculous as his flamboyant attitude. But nevertheless, you found his pale body floating in the blue water of the school pool, relatively undisturbed as other students found more fun in the shallows. The smirk that graced his lips signalled his supernatural ability to sense whenever you were near, the fact both intimidating and endearing.

Meet me in my element, where you’ve sentenced me to wrinkle in despair.” You repeated the note he’d left, standing with your arms crossed at the edge of the pool.

He chuckled, rolling off his back and swimming over to the side, where he propped his arms up on the lip of concrete and gazed above to your impatient expression. “It got your attention, didn’t it?” He purred. “And you were smart enough to solve it. Well done, darling.”

“Don’t coddle me Draco, a ten-year-old could have figured it out.” You retorted through a teetering smile. “So what is this despair I’ve sentenced you to, hm?” You questioned, taking a seat and dipping your legs in the warmed water.

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Ești în siguranță acum || Bucky x Reader smut

Words: 2022

Warnings: Smut ♥

SUMMARY: Bucky had one of his nightmares. Reader is comforting him and in the end they have a passionate sex to get rid of all bad emotions.

Author: Cass and Beast.

It was one of those nightmares, where he was completely paralyzed. He couldn’t make any single move, he barely could breathe. He saw a field, everything was in snow and blood. His hands were in blood. He could nearly smell that specific metal scent… He raised his head and noticed few soldiers, their rifles were aimed at him and then was a huge bang.

Bucky yelled, sitting at the bed, he was all covered in a cold sweat, trembling all over his half naked body.

You could feel all of his chaotic moves, whole bed was moving because of him.
You could hear every heavy breath, every sound that left his mouth.

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The Best Way To Cuddle

Disclaimer– this is a non-sexual tickle fic featuring the romantic pairing of Mike and Eleven from Stranger Things. In this fic they are around 16-17 years old.

Mike is dying to tickle Eleven, but he’s unsure over if it would be weird or if she would even like it.

Tickling was normal, right?

Right?

Mike still hadn’t convinced himself of it. It just seemed so odd the way couples would tickle each other on TV. The way he’d see them tickling each other in public.

He considered it for a while as he cuddled up to his girlfriend, the world seeming to slow as they watched the soap opera on the television. Mike wasn’t paying attention, but he could tell Eleven was engrossed in the conversation the characters were having.

“I love you,” a man said onscreen.

“How?” the woman replied.

“How?” Eleven echoed, her hand tightening its grip on Mike’s. He smiled, lowering his head into her soft brown curls.

His other hand snaked around her side, and before he could even notice what he was doing, Eleven jumped and shifted.

“What?” she felt her side. “That felt weird.” Mike frowned.

“No one’s ever tickled you before?”

“Tickle…?” Eleven repeated. Mike nodded.

“It’s a thing that people do to each other. It’s like… playful, you know? For fun. It makes you laugh. I mean– if you’re ticklish.”

“For fun?” Eleven tipped her head to the side.

“Yeah, let me show you,” Mike said. He curled his fingers in the tickling motion, dancing them in the air. “You do it like this.” he placed his moving fingers on Eleven’s side, who let out a squeal and threw her head back, giggling.

Her face was turning pink as Mike spidered his fingers around her stomach, and before he could stop himself he was on top of her, tickling all over her chest and neck.

“Mihihihihike!” Eleven squeaked as her boyfriend ran his fingertips along the nape of her neck.

Mike slowed, worrying that he had gone too far, but Eleven pulled his hands closer to her.

“D… Don’t stop.” she said quietly. Her face looked pink, and she was smiling widely.

Mike chuckled, diving back into tickling the adorable girl. She shifted a bit as he went at her ribs, but she didn’t struggle at all.

“MihihIIIHIHIHIKE” Eleven shrieked with laughter all of a sudden. “IIHIHIHI– IHIHIHI THIHIHINK I MIGHT BE TIHAHAHAAHA– TICKLISH–”

Mike slowed to a stop again, rubbing Eleven’s back.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Yes. It was… fun.”

Mike kissed the top of her head, chuckling. “Good.”

“Mike… are you ticklish?”

Mike paused. This wasn’t a part of his plan.

He gave a nervous shrug, unwilling to lie to her.

“Uh… well… sort of.”

“Can I tickle you?” Eleven lifted her fingers, and she wiggled them, imitating Mike.

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ummm… I mean… sure, if you want to.”

Eleven couldn’t be that good at tickling, could sh-

Eleven was on Mike in a hurry, wiggling her fingers against his ribs. He collapsed in a heap of laughter, snorting, loudly.

Eleven giggled. “Mike, you’re ticklish too!”

He could never fight back against her. Whenever Nancy would tickle him he’d kick and struggle, but he just took it this time for the sheer love of seeing Eleven so happy.

She was obviously loving being on both ends, and Mike started to laugh not just out of being tickled, but out of enjoyment.

And from then on, they knew the best way to cuddle.

touches & kisses

✩ jb (im jaebum) x got7
✩ bad boy / pierced!au
rated x warning; sexual content – kinkiest scenario i’ve written so far omgsfowehjfewo
✩ for nini :’)

The reputation your boyfriend held was personified from mere stereotypical advances. From his icy stare to his intimidating demeanor, his studded leather jacket to his ripped skinny jeans, and his revving motorcycle to his silver lip rings; Jaebum was defined as the town’s bad boy from his looks alone. You hated the fact that nearly everyone judged your beau for his appearance and not for the kind hearted man you fell in love with.

Quite truthfully, Jaebum was nothing but sweet and charming and a complete gentleman. A young man who was rough around the edges gave your cookie cutter town something to leer about. Looks didn’t define the charming man who opened doors for you, helped the elderly carry their groceries and volunteered at the animal shelter with you.

Im Jaebum was the definition of the sweetest guy in your eyes.

But those qualities weren’t the only reasons you adored him.

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