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It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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Touch Me, Touch You | 02 (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


BTS; Yoongi/Suga (Ft. Hoseok/J-Hope)

Genre: Smut | PWP

Word count: 4.9k

Description: Yoongi gets a surprise when he thought he had the apartment all to himself.

Anonymous requested: Voyeurism with Yoongi was supposed to be a drabble but turned into this mess…

Warnings: Graphic smut, dom/sub themes, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Yoongi being sexy as hell

A/N: Idk what my thing is with just porn lately, but heres the second half as promised :) 

Happy late Birthday to the love of my life, Yoongi ^^

Originally posted by parkejimins

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Awoo~

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Fluffy Fluff, Slightly Slight Angst (nothing big), Hybrid!au

Words: 3,328

Summary: A snapshot into the life of Jung Hoseok and his cat hybrid (aka Y/N)

A/N: Always wanted to write a Hybrid!au…so, here it is! Also, I got the title from the song by Lim Kim


“You smell weird.”

Hoseok stopped and turned towards you, blinking in surprise.

About an hour ago, you were sitting right next to him with your head on his lap, eating the strawberries he put in a bowl for you. You were quiet while watching TV as Hoseok shuffled with papers he had to get through for his job’s upcoming project. The television was put on mute, so you were just watching the characters on screen walk around and talk without any words coming out of their mouths (Hoseok said he could finish his work in the bedroom so he wouldn’t bother your TV time (he knows you enjoy a certain drama that comes on at 8) but you decided spending time with him was better than some drama you could watch again—but you wouldn’t tell him that). You would occasionally rub your cheek against his leg and he would let his finger run through your hair, stopping every now and then to put a paper to the side or rub his knuckles behind your ears.

Everything was quiet. You were quiet the entire time—letting out a purr every now and then when he scratched that particular spot behind your ears—and it was nice. He enjoyed the domestic feeling that resonated throughout the apartment, bringing forth a warm sensation that filled is stomach, making it completely full. Almost like he had eaten a century’s worth of food.

It felt nice. Being with you was nice, and he wanted to stay like this forever.

That is until you slowly removed yourself from his lap. He didn’t pay much mind to it at first, simply allowing you to move so you could go to the bathroom or get a drink or do whatever it was you needed to do, as long as you came back into his lap quickly. But, you didn’t walk to the kitchen or bathroom. He could still feel your presence beside him, staring at him. Well, it felt more like glaring.

Than you spoke. And it wasn’t sweet like your strawberry stained fingers. It wasn’t sugar coated. It was blunt and straight to the point, just like most things you said (but he liked that about you). You just straight out and said what was on your mind, even if it might’ve been kind of harsh. You didn’t come right out and say it, but Hoseok knew what you meant.

Hoseok, you stink.

He put his papers down and used his finger to adjust the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose before he spoke.

“I…I do?” he stuttered out, sounding confused and a little offended. You usually enjoyed his scent. Well, at least he thought you did.

Once his glasses were in place, he could see the way your eyes bore into his, glaring at him. You sat on your knees with your hands clinched on your lap, and your tail swayed side to side vigorously.

Were you angry?

You were wearing his oversized white t-shirt (the one that fell off your shoulder, exposing your smooth skin), and it kind of distracted him from the situation at the moment. Hoseok loved your skin. It was similar to silk with how much he wanted to constantly touch it; to feel how soft it is. You weren’t wearing any pants either. Probably just shorts that were being covered by the shirt. Or maybe you were only wearing your underwear underneath. Or…or maybe you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Nothing at all. Just the thought made a chill run down his spine.

He felt the need to touch you now, but he remembered the sharp gaze you had on him and he thought maybe now wasn’t the best time for that.

He really wanted to, though.

Hoseok brought his gaze back to your eyes and, indeed, you were still glaring at him and your tail was still moving around anxiously. You must’ve been waiting for a better response than the one he just gave you, but you broke the silence before he could say anything else.

“Yes. You smell weird,” you said as you shifted your eyes to the side for a second, only to bring them back to Hoseok’s. “You smell kind of. . .different.”

Hoseok took his glasses off and put them on the coffee table before leaning his back against the couch, never breaking eye contact with you. So, cute.

“Well, what do I smell like?”

The question made you snap your head up at him, looking into his sleepy eyes, and crawl over to him slowly. You brought your face close to his, your nose touching his, and you stared at him for a while, admiring his features, before dropping your head down to nose at his neck. You took a deep breath, and began running your nose down his neck to his shoulder. You inhaled and then rubbed your cheek against his shoulder until you’ve had enough and used your nose to trace your way to the dip in the middle of his neck.

You continued to nose at the exposed skin around his neck and shoulder, pulling down the strap to his white beater to expose more of him. Hoseok softly smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist you onto his lap. Once you were straddling him, still smelling and scenting him, Hoseok ran his hands up and down your bare thighs, sighing at the warmth of your skin. He moved his right hand up to your hips, moving the fabric of the shirt with him to feel more of you. He kept moving his hand up until his palm was on your back, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the skin.

He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the moment while it lasted. (You were wearing the baby blue underwear that had small pink hearts everywhere).

Eventually, you removed your face from his neck with your nose scrunched up. “You smell fruity. Like some perfume,” you said with a little sniff. “really strong perfume.”

Hoseok opened his eyes and looked at you. “Really?”

You nodded. God, he’s beautiful.

“That’s strange. You know I don’t where any cologne usually or body spray.” He knew you liked his natural scent more than of those artificial flavors people envelope their body in.

But he wasn’t prepared for what you said to him next.

“Were you with a woman?”

Hoseok’s head snapped up, his eyes looking directly into yours. You were expressionless. Not upset, not sad, not anything. Your face was completely blank. If he had to name one thing he didn’t personally care for about you (which was difficult because he literally loved everything about you), it would have to be this face that he could never read or decipher. It made understanding you quite difficult; especially when he first brought you home.

“A woman?” he questioned with a frown. “Y/N, you know I work with other women at my job. Maybe one of them brushed up against me while they were walking by or something like that.”

That was a lie. He was with a woman at work. Well, not in that type of context. While assisting an associate with a bug on her computer, she was leaning pretty close against him, having her chest a little too close to his shoulders. Once he was able to fix the problem, she showed her gratitude by running her hand along his bicep with a flirtatious smirk. He felt extremely uncomfortable and quickly took his leave before anything escalated. He didn’t think much of the encounter since he didn’t feel much from it—just discomfort.

You didn’t have anything to worry about, since he only saw you, but he felt the need to ease your suspicion, so he wrapped his arms around you more and place his face in the crook of your neck.

“Besides, I don’t have the time or the urge for anyone else. It’s only you. It’ll always be you.” Now it was Hoseok’s turn to run his nose along your neck, letting it run along your jawline, knowing it always made you feel good.

There was only you, and there would always only be you. Only you-

“I don’t believe you.”

Hoseok’s entire body froze and the hold on your waist loosen. He removed his face from your neck only to see your catlike eyes glaring at him once again before removing yourself from his hold and walking out of the room.

Hoseok sat on the couch for a moment, dumbfounded by your comment, until he heard the slam of a door making him jump up and shuffle towards your bedroom door. As soon as he was in front of your door he gave a slight knock, requesting your permission to enter.

Silence.

He knocked a second time.

No one answers.

He gives a third knock and, with another no answer, he knows you were going to be ignoring him for a while. You only did that when you weren’t in the mood to argue. Ignoring him meant you weren’t angry, but far from happy as well. He let out a defeated sigh before reaching for the doorknob and gripping it. Hoseok could easily walk into your room and make you give him your attention, but he knew that would just be invading your privacy. You never locked your door. You didn’t, because you never had a reason to. He respected you. You were of value. His equal. So, if you wanted time to yourself, he would grant that to you. You didn’t have to lock the door to get away from him because he would already know what mood you’re in to know what you want. And, if that so happens to be away from him, then he would make himself give you some time until you’re ready.

So, Hoseok releases his grip from your doorknob and slowly walks away from your bedroom door, settling back on the couch to finish his work; hoping you would feel generous enough to see him before he has to go to bed.


Sometimes you wished Hoseok would just storm into your room, and make you listen to him. He had every right to ask for an explanation from you. And you knew there was no reason for you to be upset. It wasn’t that big of a deal. He comes home smelling of other people most of the time since he works at an office with like 15 other people. It was understandable that one of them (even if it was a woman) might bump against him or get close to him.

It’s just…why did it have to be a woman? Why did it have to be someone with such a strong smell? Why did she have to get so close that you could smell her all over his body?

Bitch.

Hoseok was too nice for his own good. He always saw the good in people and didn’t really like confrontation. That’s why whenever you both did so happen to get into an argument, he would always give you time to calm down whenever you stormed out. Afterwards, you would come out of your room and he would be waiting for you, ready to cuddle with you and run his hands along your tail. The issue is never really solved and it doesn’t get brought up again. It’s not the best way to resolve a problem, of course, but it worked for the both of you.

Well, except this time.

You didn’t feel like going back into the room and ignoring the issue just so he could pet you and rub his hands along your body. Though that did sound nice, you wanted to let him know that this isn’t going to be solved with just a few gentle strokes. Hoseok needed to know that…

Hell. You didn’t even know what you wanted him to know, honestly. You weren’t particular upset about the way he smelled. You just. . .just wanted him to-

Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?


You waited about two hours before deciding it was time to leave your room. You tip toed to your door and leaned your ear against it, wondering if Hoseok was still around.

You didn’t hear anything, so you quietly opened the door and peeked your head out. Looking both ways and seeing that the close was clear, you quietly walked towards the living room. The television was off and the room was dark. Good. You weren’t really in the mood to talk to him right now. You made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing if there was anything to snacks on before going back to your room. You settled some more fruit—blackberries, blueberries, and more strawberries—grabbing a bowl and pour them in together. You plucked a blackberry out the bowl and started putting the containers back in the fridge.

Once you were done, all the food back in its place and about to grab the bowl to head to your room, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and hoisting you into the air. You let out a weak yelp and tried to get out of the hold, but stopped once you heard a familiar voice.

“I’ve finally got you.” the voice chuckled against your ear before placing a light peck behind the lobe. You immediately stopped moving and allowed yourself to be carried bridal style in Hoseok’s arms as he made his way to the living room. He sat on the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and wrapping his warm arms around your waist so you won’t try to run away.

(Even though you didn’t plan on leaving.)

You just sigh in frustration and cross your arms over your chest, looking anywhere but at him.

“Hey,” Hoseok hums, kissing behind your ear again. “Hey, come one. Look at me, Y/N. Please?”

You didn’t respond. Just kept your attention on the blank television screen. Your tail swayed side to side, agitated.

Hoseok sighs. “Y/N, come one,” he buries his face into your neck. “I…I’m sorry. I took a shower for you. Do I still smell like them?”

At that moment, you felt like complete shit. Hoseok apologized, and he had no right to. It really, really wasn’t his fault, yet you made him feel as if it was. I really don’t deserve him.

Your ears began to flatten at the thought. Slowly, you turned your body around to straddle him, and buried your face into his neck. You took a deep, deep breath of his scent, and, the smell flowed through your nose. His smell. The smell of citrus and honey, but also the distinct smell of a man. You know, that musky smell. You couldn’t get enough of it. It was so addicting. Hoseok, he was so addicting. You could stay cooped up in his arms forever.

But, as you basked in the scent that is Hoseok, you could still, very faintly, smell the fruit scent of some woman.

“Do I smell any better?” Hoseok broke the silence making you snap out of your thoughts. You took another whiff before nodding your head. That made him sigh in relief, pulling you more into his arms. He could place his hands on your cheeks and lifted your head to meet his so he can place his forehead on yours. “Good. Do you love me again?”

That made you frown. Love again? What was he talking about? You’ll always love him. What kind of question is that? Why would he even think about you not loving him? That’s ridiculous. It should be a crime to ask such a question like that. Your ears straightened up and your tail began to move around again. You pressed the palms of your hands on his cheeks as well and lightly pressed your lips on his. When you pulled back, you could see the soft smile and happiness that shone in his eyes.

“I never stopped, Hobi.”

Hoseok let out another sigh before burying his face in your neck, tightening his arms around your waist again. “That’s good. I’m glad,” he peppered light kisses along your neck and jawline. “So, glad.”

You began running your hands through his hair, burying your nose in the strands. He washed it, and it smelled like the rose shampoo you really liked. Your stopped moving your tail and laid it over his knee. You both stayed like that for a little while, simply basking in each other’s scent. Hoseok would continue to nudge your neck with his nose and leave random pecks throughout the skin, while you buried your nose further into his hair and occasionally rubbing your cheek and forehead against him. There was no sounds this time. No papers rustling around; just the sound of you and Hoseok breathing and the deep breaths you both took. It was perfect. He was perfect. You both were perfect together.

You both finally broke apart once Hoseok yawned against your (his) t-shirt, causing you to move back to look at him. His eyes were drooping and he looked exhausted, yet he still managed to keep that lovely smile on his face just for you.

“You should go to bed, Hobi.” You said as you began removing yourself from his lap, but Hoseok gripped your waist to make you stay in place.

“No, not yet. Stay with me,” he leaned his back against the couch, keeping eye contact with you. “Right here.” He gently lifts you and lays you across his lap, grabbing the bowl of fruit afterwards. He picks up a blackberry and holds it up against your mouth. You let the blackberry hit your lips a bit before opening your mouth and eating the fruit from Hoseok’s hand. He smiles and continues to place more fruit in front of your mouth for you to eat.

“Hobi, you have to go to sleep. You have work in the morning and I don’t want you to be late or tired when you get up.” You say even though you’re still eating the fruit he holds in front of you.

“It’s fine. I want to spend more time with you before I go to sleep.” He response and licks some of the juice on his thumb before grabbing a strawberry from the bowl.

You pout. “But you’ll be tired in the morning.”

Hoseok chuckles. “But I want to be with you a little more.”

You feel your heart speed up and your tail start to find its rhythm again. “But you could be late for work and Namjoon will be mad at you!”

“But I love you.”

And that’s it. Those three words cause you to forget how speak and simply eat the strawberry from his fingers with your face the color of the fruit. He won this round, I guess.

But, honestly, he somehow wins every round.

(You both eventually fall asleep on the couch, with you lying on the couch and Hoseok on top of you, resting his head on your chest and holding your intertwined fingers against his lips.

Hoseok’s alarm goes off at 7am, but neither of you hear it since its charging in his bedroom, causing you both to wake up at 8am—thirty minutes before he has to be at the office. You try to get him to hurry, but he refuses, saying something about, “I don’t feel good!” and “You have to take care of me today!”

You try to make him leave, but he gives that really annoying (annoyingly cute) puppy dog face causing you to give in and let Hoseok call Namjoon about not being able to make it into work today.

From the other line, you could practically hear Namjoon rolling his eyes as he tells Hoseok to ‘get better’ before hanging up the phone.)  


 …The End?

(Part 2? Possible series? Let me know what you guys think with likes/comments please! ^^

See ya around!)

First Kiss

For day five of Lapidot Anniversary Week

It was late one warm summer’s night.  Beach City had effectively closed as its residents had retired to bed for the night, the sound of the sea gently lapping against the shore filling the calm evening air. All was peaceful and still.

However, the same could not be said for a certain barn on the city’s outskirts…

Peridot and Lapis were sat together on their sofa, the room illuminated by the television’s flickering light.  They’d been re-watching their favourite show – Camp Pining Hearts – for most of the day.  Peridot had mentioned that there was something in one of the episodes that she didn’t really understand, and wanted to see what Lapis thought of it.  

Peridot didn’t like not understanding things and Lapis knew this.  She gave the green Gem a soft smile, watching her beginning to fidget slightly in her seat, clutching the VHS’s remote control in her small hand.

“Peridot”, Lapis enquired, “What is it that’s bothering you so much?”

“You’ll see in a minute, Lapis…” Peridot answered.  

Their pair of them continued to watch the scenes unfolding on the screen in front of them, when Peridot suddenly sat forward in her seat and grabbed hold of Lapis’ arm.

“This is it!” Peridot exclaimed, pointing somewhat frantically at the screen.

Lapis watched as two of the show’s main characters – Percy and Paulette – slowly moved towards each other, closing their eyes and…

Peridot paused the video and turned to Lapis.

“What are they doing?!” she cried, “I don’t understand.  Are they attempting fusion?  Or is it some sort of… bizarre human ritual?!”

Lapis let out a laugh as Peridot looked on, bewildered.

“Oh, Peridot…” she said softly, “They’re kissing!”

Kissing?” the green Gem replied in confusion.

“Yeah!  It’s what people do when… well…” Lapis was trying to discreetly hide her now slightly blushing cheeks from her roommate, “when they love each other.”

“I see”, Peridot replied, completely oblivious to the fact that Lapis had suddenly become slightly flustered, “And this… kissing… is it an earth tradition?  Or is it also customary for us Gems to partake in it as well?”

“Um…” Lapis replied, “I mean, humans do kiss an awful lot, but it’s not unheard of for Gems to do it too.”

“But what’s the purpose of this ritual?” Peridot asked, now becoming slightly frustrated, “What does it achieve?”

Lapis was blushing even more now, her face becoming a much darker shade of blue.  Peridots are very practical Gems, she thought to herself – especially my Peridot.  

She realised, then, that there was only one way she could make Peridot understand her…

Without saying another word to Peridot, Lapis shifted closer towards her.  She turned her face to look directly into Peridot’s eyes, the smaller Gem gazing bemusedly back at her.

Lapis slowly lifted her hand and gently cupped Peridot’s face.  She could almost feel Peridot’s cheek becoming warmer as she inched closer towards her; the small technician completely mesmerised by those beautiful, deep-blue eyes.

“Lapis, what are you…”

Before Peridot could finish her sentence, she felt Lapis’ mouth connect with her own.  Peridot’s eyes widened as Lapis continued to kiss her. Peridot had never experienced anything quite like this before – she felt light, like she was floating along in a state of pure bliss, as she wrapped her arms tightly around Lapis and returned her kiss.

Neither of them knew how long they were sitting there, locked in a passionate kiss, feeling wave after wave of pure euphoria washing over them as their hands began instinctively wandering over each others’ bodies.  They lay down, still kissing, not wanting this moment to ever end…

However, they were both suddenly snapped out of it with a thud as they fell off the sofa.  Lapis was sprawled on top of Peridot, who was flat on her back against the wooden floor of the barn.  

They looked at each other, breathing heavily and blushing furiously.  Peridot’s hair was sticking out at some very interesting angles and her shirt was hanging off one shoulder; the bow holding Lapis’ shirt together was now slightly undone and she looked incredibly dishevelled.

“Wow… thanks” Peridot managed to say with a deep sigh, looking starry-eyed at the ocean Gem.

Lapis let out a snort of laughter and Peridot began cackling.  They sat up and Peridot pulled her roommate into a hug as their laughter trailed off.

“Lapis…” Peridot murmured as the blue Gem gently ran her hand through the other’s triangular hair, “I love you.”

Lapis pulled slightly out of their tight hug so that she could look Peridot in the face.  The small green Gem was smiling so sweetly at her, her face glowing with a huge blush and her half-lidded green eyes full of such genuine adoration.

“You… you mean everything to me…” Peridot continued, fumbling slightly now and struggling to keep eye contact with the beautiful blue Gem in front of her.

Lapis moved closer to Peridot again now, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“I love you too, Peridot,” she replied with a caring smile.

They both sat for a moment, just staring into each other’s eyes.  Neither of them would have ever imagined that they’d end up like this, after the very turbulent start of their relationship – and yet, here they were. Sitting on the floor of their new home, completely besotted with one another.  Living a life together that neither one of them would change for the world.

Lapis leaned towards Peridot and began to kiss her again.  This time, they weren’t going to let anything stop them, as Peridot reached behind Lapis’ neck and slowly undid the dark blue bow completely…

In The Dark

Been a rough 48hrs, but I kept thinking about these pieces by @yuutayo and decided to write something inspired by his art once more :)

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Jesse can’t tell which voice belongs to who anymore. There’s taunting, cheering and a few requests to ‘knock it off’. He tastes blood on his tongue and his jaw feels loose. His shirt is even slipping off one of his shoulders from being stretched. There’s a grip on his arm and then another fist clashes with his jaw. He grins and gazes at his opponent through his bangs. Jesse attacks and lands his punch. More cheers erupt around them when they tackle the other to the floor. Jesse lands on top, settled on the other guy’s hips and pulls his fist back for another assault.

A familiar, strong hand grabs Jesse by the wrist and pulls him up as if he weighted nothing. He’s pushed against the wall and suddenly everyone falls silent and steps back.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Gabriel barks to his agents and some lower their heads. He looks at the man still laying on the floor before looking at McCree. “I asked a question, soldiers!”

“Milton got handsy.” Jesse smirks down at the agent while blood drips from his nose.

“Fuck off, McCree!” Milton barks and Gabriel notices his swollen lip as he scrambles to his feet.

“Who threw the first punch?!” Reyes asks, causing both agents to startle.

“McCree,” Milton quickly says.

Reyes inspects his surroundings. The other agents still stand near, bowing their heads. A few nod when their commander looks over to them, but no one gives explanation. Gabriel knows his men and women don’t rat each other out that easily, but seems the options here are limited.

“Everyone dismissed. Milton and McCree stay.” Gabriel’s tone lowers, yet they still spread through the hallway until everyone is gone. “One of you is going to tell me what the hell happened, before I ask.”

They hesitate. Milton rubs the back of his neck and Gabriel narrows his eyes on him, knowing he is starting to feel guilty about his actions.

“He bitched about me taking his place in the Dorado mission.”

“Language.” Gabriel looks at Jesse, then at Milton.

“With all due respect, sir. I’ve been working hard for this mission. It’s going to take us maybe a week of stakeout and I thought I was the right one for this.”

“You were.”

Milton seems like he’s going to say something in return, but stops himself.

“As much as I hate to admit it, McCree has proven good at hiding in plain sight. He will know how to get lost in the crowd for days. We could use that kind for this mission.”

“Ha, told ya,” Jesse elbows Milton who stiffens.

“McCree,” Gabriel says sharply. “But you won’t be bored, Milton, there’s an upcoming mission in Illios I assigned you for. Not only will you be perfect for it, it can help you improve in other areas. This concern of yours should have been directed to me, not your teammate. Much less in this matter.”

Milton swallows, “Understood, sir. I apologize.”

“Dismissed, agent.”

“Yes, sir.” Milton walks away without another word and Jesse watches him with a proud smile.

“Wipe that smile off your face.” Gabriel steps closer. “You started a fight because of that?”

Jesse’s grin fades. “He asked if my legs hurt after spending so much time on my knees in front of ya.”

Gabriel’s nostrils flare. “You know that’s not true. You could have told him to take it with me or talked about it yourselves.”

Jesse scuffs, “like he wasn’t right.”

“He isn’t. You know I’ve stayed fair, McCree. It’s you who makes me think has taken advantage of this.”

“Yeah, like people will believe I have taken advantage of the super soldier.” Jesse rolls his eyes as he leans against the wall and laughs.

Gabriel’s brow twitches before he grabs Jesse by the dog tags around his neck and pulls him closer. The action makes Jesse grin in victory when he should be squirming. The trail of blood has marked his lips and Gabriel is tempted to kiss it away, along with this cocky smile. “You always have the option to back out. You’ve even said it yourself, I’m still the same hardass you met in Rout 66. It’s you who believes no one can touch you because you get on your knees for me, that’s why you throw these tantrums.” He lets go of the dog tags and Jesse falls back against the wall again. “This is something I would have expected from you when you joined, not now. You’re proving to be what everyone else thought then. If you are not going to change at all, let me know, pendejo.”

Jesse stops smiling, but his eyes turn wicked. Gabriel grimaces to the gaze and stomps away. He can feel young eyes on him, trailing his curves and counting the steps he takes. He also knows Jesse’s guessing how many steps it will take Gabriel to return.

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Sterek AU – How To Get Away With Murder
↳ in which Derek only uses Stiles to succeed in law school (or so they both thought)

I don’t do boyfriends.

The words are stuck on repeat inside Derek’s head even as he stops outside Stiles’ door, has been ever since he said them out loud hours before. It’s true–truer than most things that slips out of him these days–and yet it feels like he wasn’t just trying to convince Lydia, but also himself.

Which is ridiculous, because if there’s one thing he knows about himself, it’s that he can’t do relationships. Not since– No; he’s not built for that. He knows how to use his body, how to manipulate people. Someone made sure of teaching him that.

Derek knocks his knuckles on the door and hears Stiles’ steps on the other side, and suddenly his heart is in his throat and he thinks shit just as the door swings open.

“No,” Stiles says as soon as the gap is wide enough to reveal what’s behind the door, sounding as if Derek must be out of his mind. “I don’t care what your boss needs.”

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That’s Hot- Matthew Tkachuk

Originally posted by wonthetrade

(Omg guys! LOOK AT HIS CURLS!!!)

Ok so I thought Matt Tkachuk fought more than he actually does. I also forgot he played for the Flames for a minute there so that’s how much I know about him… Anyway! Smut time boys and girls so you all know what to do! Up next: Johnny Gaudreau!

Warning: Sex, smexy time, cussing

Anon Request: Can you make a matt tkachuk smut??

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anonymous asked:

#71, shallura

“Kiss me, quick!” she said into his ear. 

He spun to look at her and it did not clear anything up. She was gorgeous and a complete stranger and he was pretty sure that she had just asked him to kiss her. Tall and confident, dark brown skin, snow white hair, smiling and resting a hand on his chest. What the hell alternate universe had he just entered?

But she leaned up, tilting her chin into him and he did as he was told because he was too shocked by the order to do anything else. It was a nice kiss, soft and sweet and she was wearing something on her lips that tasted faintly like dessert, vanilla maybe. 

“Why?” he asked when she drew back. 

“Because you look like you’d win in a fight,” she said. 

“What?” 

“My ex is working on becoming a stalker,” she said with a shrug. “This causes less of a scene than punching him in the face.” 

“You want me to punch him in the face?”

“No, honey, I can do that myself it needs doing. I just wanted him to storm off and leave me alone.” 

“Oh, well, I think it worked,” he said. He could see someone retreating through the crowd in the bar and a few bystanders casting them curious looks. She hadn’t stepped away from him and it was distracting as hell. She smelled good, she wore one of those shirts that slipped off one shoulder, she was prettier the longer he looked at her. 

“Pity, it was a good kiss,” she said. 

He hadn’t kissed anyone since he had got home. He spent most of his time in physical therapy at the VA or letting his mother fuss over how close he had come to dying. He also hadn’t kissed anyone during his entire eight month tour of duty and was pretty sure he’d forgotten how to do it entirely.

“If you need to do it again, I can look menacing in a variety of situations,” he offered. 

“Give me your phone,” she said. 

He started to argue and then shut up and handed her the ancient thing, it was scratched and clunky and wouldn’t run most apps but he hadn’t gotten a new one since long before basic training. She smiled at it as she fiddled with teh screen. 

“What did you do?” he asked. 

“Left you my number,” she said. 

Then she kissed him again and turned to saunter off into the crowd and leave him staring after her. 

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Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.


“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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What Do YOU Want? Pt. 7

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 3,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 … Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

(A/N: All right I lied. This one ended up being just as long as the last one, sorry!!! I’m so excited for where this is all going though and hope you guys will stick around to find out what happens! Enjoy!)

Originally posted by wangpxppy

“Jagi, come here, I want to show you something!” Jiyong’s voice called out to you from the bedroom as you sat up from your position on the couch. You set a stack of papers down on the coffee table and followed the sound of his voice with an exhale.

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His Queen [M]

BTS Yoongi / Words: 3186 / Warnings: smut 
Anonymous requested: 
can you write a smutty mafia boss! yoongi au where he is known to be the most heartless person alive who will kill anyone in an instant but when he comes home to his wife he treats her like a queen and is the fluffiest person alive and would do anything for her? sorry this request is long
A/N: this has been sitting around for weeks and i needed to finish it oh man sorry this is poor quality 

Min Yoongi.

A name synonymous with deadly. A name that sparked fear into the hearts of grown men when it was murmured under hitched breath as an icy presence floated through an opening door. One that made law enforcement question their authority, as it was so elusive that nobody was sure that there was a face to go along with the three cursed syllables. There were many stories, and nobody knew which were true and which were rumors, no matter how outlandish the tales seemed because that man was said to be capable of anything. The name carried so much power that it was used as sparingly as possible, so not to potentially crush those that dared to utter it.

And Min Yoongi found that almost comical.

Any time he stepped foot into a room of associates, they’d fall silent and drop their gazes to the floor. Nobody defied him unless they didn’t value their existence, which Min Yoongi was was particularly good at erasing. He was the most influential, most cutthroat, most terrifying man in the industry. He was a young, self-aware genius that always got his way, and nothing could even begin to chisel at his ruthless reputation.

But, then again, everyone has their weakness.

Even Min Yoongi.


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Leading Suspects - Chapter 15

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14.

For your reading enjoyment! Love you, @peetabreadgirl! For those who have asked, I do plan on getting this whole thing up on AO3 and FF.net eventually, It just hasn’t been a priority right now.


“This is stupid,” I protest, squirming in their grip. Really, I’m terrified of seeing him again so soon when I still haven’t figured out what yesterday meant and what I’m going to do. I hate not having control of my life and Madge and Jo have seized control and are ordering the mass executions of dissenters.

“It’s brilliant and it’s going to work,” Johanna insists.

“You look amazing, Katniss,” Madge reassures me, referring to the tight as fuck skinny jeans, the loose shirt that falls off one shoulder, and the lacy underthings they somehow managed to procure and forced me into. I think Jo may have broken into my apartment and raided my panty drawer before she came here. They even held me down and forced mascara and lip gloss on my face.

“Peeta won’t be able to resist you, which makes your job easier. And it’s not really a job at all, right? You like him. You think he’s hot. His kisses turn your legs to pudding. And he really likes you. This’ll be good for both of you. I just know it.”

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Chipmunk- Jakob Chychrun

Originally posted by ryanhartman

Ok so I got this anon request for a Chych one and I LOVED IT! Ok so this kid has NO right to be 18. Like… damn man you’re killing me! Ok so enough of Chych loving (jk) but on to the story! Hope you like it anon! Let me know what you guys thing!

Warning: Cussing (light)

Anon request:  hey love! your writing is amazing and i was wondering if you could do a jakob chychrun imagine about him taking care of his gf when she gets her wisdom teeth out? thanks!!

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              “I love you,” he stated, grinning widely. You glared at him.

              “Go to hell,” you told him, although with all the packing in your mouth it came out garbled. His smile widened though, understanding you.

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Their clothes sometimes get mixed up when they’re summoned for an emergency in the middle of the night.  Obi-wan emerges in Anakin’s too-big black shirt, sleeve slipping off one shoulder.  Padme almost looks like she’s wearing a dress in Obi-wan’s robes.  And Anakin stumbles through the door with a scandalous amount of leg showing as the hem of Padme’s nightdress swishes around the tops of his thighs.  

Motel hook-up

Dean x Reader

SUM: You and Dean havn’t made love in a while, so you bribe Sam and ask Cas not to visit for a few hours, allowing yourself and Dean to enjoy some time alone.

AN: its a bit rough, i was listening to ACDC and it gave me the kick to write this - enjoy! xox

WARNINGS: SMUT, oral, fucking

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Dean opened the motel door. You bribed Sam earlier to give you two some alone time, and prayed to Castiel not to visit tonight. 

You stand infront of the bed, wearing nothing but one of Deans shirts. Your hair flows off your shoulders in a messy, but sexy way. The sight of you makes Dean stutter.

“Y/N” he says, looking you up and down longingly. 

“Dean” you say in a sexy, lowtoned voice.

Dean immediatly rushes over to you, throwing his jacket to the side, revealing his red flannel and the growing bulge in his Jeans. God he looks fucking hot in flannel. His breath is hot against your cheeks, the feeling of his body pressing against yours corses a warm pool to form at your core. Dean slowly undoes the buttons on your shirt, while you rub his throbbing member through his jeans. 

He brings his lips to yours as his hands finish off the buttons, revealing you to him. His hand finds its way to your clit and he roughly plays with it. You moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, using his tounge to drive you crazy. 

You unzip and unbutton his jeans, pulling them down slightly. You pull his hand away from your clit and put his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them sensually. You press your lips against his, His hand grips the back of your head, allowing his fingers to tangle in your hair. You pull away and look up at him - You grip your hand on either side of his buttoned shirt, tearing it from his chest, sending buttons flying. You kiss down his jawline, down his neck and onto his collorbone. You graze your teeth against his collarbone and suck harshly on his skin, earning moans from him. 

You kiss down his chest, nipping at his skin on your way down. Your fingers hook onto his boxers, tearing them down, allowing his rock solid member to spring free. You begin pumping teasingly on Deans cock.

“fuck y/n” He moans, leaning his head back. You wrap your lips around his cock, usining your tounge to play with the tip. You bob your head up and down, choking on his large member. You can’t fully take him in, but you take in as much of him as you can. 

His grip on your hair tightens and he pushes you into him. He groans, the sound of his pleasure makes you wetter. Dean steps back, you watch his cock fall out of your mouth and bounce back up to his abdomen. You stand up to face him, his lips connect with your again, while his hands run up your stomach to your breast, toying with them. You moan into his mouth - it’s your turn to enjoy yourself. Dean pushes you onto the bed, the dominance sending waves of pleasure up your spine. He forcedly pushes your legs open, and kisses down your inner thigh. You can feel his nose rub against your clit, you ready yourself. He leaves a light kiss on your clit before digging his tounge into your core. 

“Uh, fuck Dean” You struggle to hold in your moans, You reach down and grab the back of Deans head. Your breathing becomes faster, and your body becomes heated as the pleasure gets more and more intense. 

Dean moves his tounge out of you, and onto your clit, replacing his tounge with his fingers between your folds. You gasp at the sudden change in action. Dean moans into your clit, the vibaration increasing your enjoyment. 

“Dean, i’m gonna- i’m cuming” Dean immedialty stops, to your dispointment.

“Not yet sweet heart” Dean pounces ontop of you, taking one last admiring look at your naked body. You feel the cock nearing your entrance, as he enters you, you both groan. His cock fills you up completly as he thrusts into you. 

“oh my god Dean” You breathessly moan, His thrusts become faster, corsing moans to come from the both of your. You feel his cock swelling inside of you, sending you over the edge. The feeling of you tightening around him makes him reach his own peak. 

“ugh, fuck yes y/n” He moans your name and that was it.

“uh uh fuck Dean Dean!” you lost it - your orgasm so intense it sends your body into a shaking state. Dean squirts into as your pussing pulses against his cock.  Your body settles, he pulls out of you, sending one last shiver up your spine.

“That, was awesome” Dean says, lying next to you. “you’re telling me” You reply, you look over at him sexily, leaning into him.

“round 2?” you say, a small laugh leaving your lips. 

“fuck yeah” Dean says climbing ontop of you.