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Hot Tub Anyone?

Happy Friday! Hello guys! This is the third part of the Hot Shower Anyone / Hot Bath Anyone fic. This was completely a anon’s idea, so thank you! I would love to hear from you if you see this :) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, I got a little blocked on this one, but it’s finally done! Enjoy your weekends! 

Warnings: Read parts 1 and 2 which are attached above, smut kind of I guess like if you squint, implied smut, language,

using this gif again i am NOT sorry

Originally posted by winterdorito

As always, your enemy of an alarm clock woke you from your beloved slumber and with your usual groan, you fell out of bed and slapped the off button on your way by. It was the only defense you had against the morning and it made you feel better to hurt the clock the way it hurt you. Or to pretend that actually worked. 

After changing into the new bathing suit that had magically appeared on your bed a few days ago and grabbing your bag, you headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before heading down to the pool to do your laps.

You dragged your feet out of the elevator after it delivered you to the kitchen floor and crinkled your nose when you heard people speaking. Usually no one was up at this hour and you liked it that way. You loved your team, but hated any talking in the morning. 

“Morning, sunshine!” Tony yelled. 

“Why. Why are you so loud.” It was more of a statement than a question. 

You walked over to the counter where your stash of plums sat in a brown bowl. You took a juicy bite and felt Tony’s arm wrap around your shoulders. He kissed the top of your head and whispered an apology, something that would seem nice if you didn’t know he was mocking you.

“I hate to tell you this, kiddo, but the pool is closed today,” he said, handing you a paper towel to help with the plum juice sliding down your fingers. 

“Closed? What do you mean it’s closed? It’s our pool.”

“It’s only closed today, we’re get-”

“We’re gettin’ a hot tub,” Clint sang as he entered the room.

“A hot tub? Why?” You asked.

“HOT TUBS DON’T NEED A REASON!”

“SHHHHHHHHH! It’s the morning, hot shot. We’re supposed to be quiet until kiddo has her plum and swim,” Tony said.

You took another bite of your fruit and shoved Tony playfully. “But seriously, why do we need a hot tub?”

“Somethin’ about how you’re cold all the time,” Clint said.

“What?” You asked with a full mouth.

“We’re getting one installed so you can warm up after your laps instead of racing hypothermia on your way to the shower,” Tony explained.

“It was Barnes’ idea. He said you’re always freezing after you swim in the morning. That’s why he got you that new suit,” Clint said, pointing to you.

“Bucky got me this?” you said, looking down at the mystery suit.

“Yeah. He didn’t tell you? He had it specially made to be super warm. Somethin’ about seal fur,” Clint said, taking a sip of his day old coffee he had found on the counter. 

You looked at Tony for an explanation. He sighed and rolled his eyes at Clint. “It has two layers. The threads of fabric in each layer run the opposite way, so the water never touches any skin that’s covered by the suit.”

“He did that?” you whispered more to yourself than anyone else. 

“I had the SHIELD insignia put on the hip. That was my idea.”

You giggled, taken out of your surprised haze by Tony’s pride. “Thank you, Tony. It really makes it.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo.”

You had just finished your plum when you heard what sounded like the rest of the team walking down the hall to the kitchen. Natasha was followed by Sam and you heard Steve talking to who must have been Bucky behind them. You didn’t wait to watch them come in. You and Bucky hadn’t talked much since the whole bath sharing incident. You blamed it on shyness, even though you didn’t know Bucky to be bashful about anything. But you didn’t want to think about that right now.

“Oh, good. The gang’s all here.”

“Well, you did call a team meeting, Tony,” Steve said, pulling a stool up next to the counter.

“You did?” you asked.

“I waited until you were up.” Your look of confusion prompted him to explain. “You get grumpy if someone wakes you up.”

You breathed out a laugh and rolled your eyes. He wasn’t wrong.

“I wanted to invite you all to the party tomorrow to celebrate the installment of the new hot tub downstairs,” Tony announced. 

“I would think we’d be invited. We live here,” Sam quipped.

“Except you,” Tony said, pointing to Sam. “Everyone else, the party starts at 8. Please don’t be late or embarrassing.”

“We know (Y/N)’s excited, she’s already dressed for the party,” Bucky said, pointing to your bathing suit. Your rolled your eyes and held your tongue.

“She didn’t get the memo that the pool floor was closed today,” Tony defended. 

“Yeah, she was sleeping when Tony told us all,” Steve said, making chuckles echo throughout the room. 

“Why is everyone bashing my sleep patterns today?!”

“Not bashing, just stating a fact,” Steve said over his shoulder as he followed Natasha and Sam out.

“Ridiculous. I get eight hours of sleep. That’s what you’re supposed to get,” you mumbled to yourself as your pulled an over-sized sweatshirt out of your bag and slipped it over your head. When you emerged, the only other person in the room was Bucky.

“They’re just jealous you can get eight hours of sleep. They have to get up before dawn in order to make it to the early bird elderly special,” Bucky said, grabbing plum. 

You laughed, just happy he opted to stay in the room with you instead of taking the escape route. You didn’t like tip-toeing around him and you missed the friendly banter you two always shared.

“Nice suit. Looks warm,” he said, taking a bite of his plum, resulting in juice decorating his chin. 

You smiled and handed him a paper towel. “It just found its way into my room a couple days ago. It’s a great suit, someone put a lot of thought into it.”

Despite the clean paper towel, purple juice ran down Bucky’s chin in a stream. “Jeez, these are ripe, huh?” he laughed, wiping his face. You pointed to a spot on yourself and shook your head when he kept missing the mess. “Here,” you said, taking the towel from him and wiping his chin and cheek. “You’re a slob,” trying to combat the butterflies that took root in your stomach.

He chuckled and thanked you. “Well, it sounds like a mystery suit to me,” he said, bringing the conversation back around to avoid silence. 

“Mmhmm.”

“Well,” he said with a last bite, “Now that Tony’s “very important meeting” is over, I’m gonna go for a run.” He neatly tossed his paper towel rolled pit into the garbage and gave his mouth one last wipe with the back of his hand. “Wanna join? Since you can’t swim today.”

“Oh, no. I do not run.”

“Fine. I guess I’ll just be lonely then,” he said, leaning into you with a fake pout.

“Get goin’,” you said, pushing him away, making him laugh.

You watched him run out of the kitchen into the hallway and couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. However, you couldn’t stop the back of your mind from thinking about the hot tub. If it was his idea, maybe he didn’t enjoy being your personal heater as much as you thought he did. 


The rest of the day dragged by. You cleaned and did the laundry that was begging to be done, all the while thinking about Bucky and already feeling nervous about the party the next day, which you felt ridiculous about. There was no need to feel anxious about a party in your own tower. 

It was getting later, but you knew any efforts to sleep would be fruitless with the way your mind was constantly wandering. You decided to take this time to enjoy a book, sitting in a huge leather chair by the window in your room. Miraculously, you were able to stay focused as you ripped through chapter after chapter.  

A few hours later, you were about halfway through your book, your legs tucked up under you, the lights from the adjacent buildings shining through your window when your door opened without a knock.

“(Y/N).”

The voice made you jump. When you looked up from your book and saw who it was, you rolled your eyes. “Bucky. Jesus, can’t you knock? What time is it?”

“Come with me,” he said, leaning on the doorknob, jerking his head in the direction of the hallway.

“Why?”

“Just come with me, doll.”

“But,” you muttered, hesitantly dogearing the page. “I’m almost done with this chapter.”

He lowered his head and breathed out a laugh with closed eyes. He opened your door all the way and jogged over to you. He gently took the book from your hands and laid in on the bed, careful not to loose your page. The next thing you knew, he was lifting you out of your chair and carrying you out the door and into the hallway,

“Bucky! Buck, put me down!” you whisper screamed, scared his shenanigans would wake up the team. 

“But this is fun,” he said grinning at you, as calm as ever.

“James Buchanan Barnes, put me down,” you said as sternly as possible, looking at how far away the ground was.

“Add a “Sargent” to that and I will,” he winked, pressing the button to call the elevator. 

“Bucky,” you hissed and slapped his chest playfully. The hard muscle you felt under your fingertips made you pay more attention to his arms all around you. Bucky was carrying you. You worked to hide your blush and the squeal rising in your chest as the elevator doors opened and he walked inside, still holding you.

“Alright, alright,” he said. He gently put your feet on the ground and steadied you. You immediately missed his warmth and strong arms around you. However, your longing was paused when you saw him push the “P” button when the elevator doors closed. 

“But it’s closed.”

“It was closed,” he winked, one eyebrow cocked high above the other. 

The ground stopped moving below your feet and the doors before you parted to show a ghostly quiet pool room. But now, to the right of the Olympic sized pool, was a large hot tub bubbling away. You also noticed the decorations already in place for tomorrow’s party. Tasteful tiki lights stood tall in every corner, as well as smaller lights hanging low just above the hot tub, mirrored in the water. Flowers paved the way on the shining tile floor and were piled around the walls of the tub and pool. 

You only realized you were staring when Bucky entangled his fingers in yours and started pulling you away from the elevator. 

“Tony said we can’t use it until tomorrow,” you said.

“Technically, it is tomorrow,” he said, looking at the clock on the wall.

You laughed, but you were still concerned, which Bucky picked up on. “Relax, he told me I could bring you down here early.”

“That’s uncharacteristically chill of him,” you laughed, taking a step closer to the tub and watching the lights reflect off the stirring water. 

“Well, it is your hot tub,” Bucky said, easily taking off his shirt by the back of its neck. His golden skin was pulled tight against the lines of his muscles and you watched them move like melted chocolate as he messily pulled his long hair into a bun at the nape of his neck. The next to go was his shorts, which he gracefully pulled off, folded and tossed in the corner on top of his shirt. 

He stood there, one eyebrow cocked high above the other in only his loose, white boxer briefs. When you didn’t move, he strolled over to you until his outstretched fingers grasped at the bottom of your over sized pajama shirt. “Would you like some help?”

“No, I got it,” you said, trying to remember what the hell you had on under these pajamas. 

He smiled kindly at you, nothing teasing or cocky hiding behind his grin, which made the tension drop from your shoulders. As he turned around and stepped into the tub, you pulled your shirt over your head to reveal a grey sports bra. You cursed yourself for not wearing something prettier, but you reminded yourself that you were planning to go to sleep before Bucky came into your room. And that things could be much worse since you did own your fair share of granny panties. 

He has seen me naked, you reminded yourself, as you pulled off your pajama shorts and quickly stepped into the tub. You situated yourself across the tub from him next to a jet. When you looked over to him, he had a sad looking smile on his face. You cocked your head to the side as if to ask what was wrong. 

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I messed this whole thing up.” His usual smirk was gone and he was watching the water swish and slosh around his fingers as he moved them side to side.

“What thing?”

“This.” He gestured to the both of you. “Whatever this is.” He sounded exasperated and you wished he would explain more. You moved to the other side of the tub and sat next to him on the ledge. Only when you grabbed his hand did he finally look at you.

“What’s goin’ on, Buck?”

Through his thick lashes and loose strands of hair, you could see his eyes shining again as the corners of his mouth turned up at you. “I’ve completely fallen for you and you have no idea, doll.” He laughed at your raised eyebrows and continued. “Every time I try to talk about it with ya, someone walks in the room or Tony throws a party or we’re on a mission. But it’s all I can think of to say around ya. That’s why I’ve been so quiet lately, sweetheart. I didn’t want it to slip out at a bad time.”

His fingers were gently running through your hair and rubbing your cheek as he spoke. His eyes floated over your face, like he was taking in your every feature, trying to memorize it for later.

“What’s goin’ on in that head a yours?” he finally asked.

You laughed and finally let free a wide smile you had been holding in. Instead of trying to explain all the happiness and relief you felt, you cupped both sides of his face and pulled him to you. You felt his soft lips smile and begin to play with yours as the kiss deepened.

His flesh fingers ran through your locks with care and held the back of your head while his metal hand slid around your bare back and pulled you closer to him. His smooth skin under your fingertips was practically burning. You pulled away and smiled when you saw his chest and ears turning a deep shade of red. Between the heated kiss and the hot water of the tub, you were both damp with sweat. 

“Let’s move this somewhere cooler, huh?” He said shyly.

He stood up and stepped out of the tub, his wet briefs clinging to his frame. He turned back to you and offered a hand to help you up. You followed him over to the edge of the pool, your small hand enclosed in his. A plan hatching in your mind, you cupped both side of his face and brought him to you for another kiss. When he was just distracted enough, you pushed him with all the strength you could muster until he fell over into the pool, yelling your name.

He emerged from the water to find you laughing, proud of your plan that made things between you feel a little bit more normal. “Well, are you gonna join me?” he asked, his hands swishing in the water to keep him afloat in the deep water.

You laughed lean off the edge, calmly diving into the water in the space next to him. When you floated back to the top, you placed your back against the edge of the pool, inviting Bucky to come closer to you. He balanced his hands on either side of you as you studied him with a smile plastered on your face. 

“What?” he asked, sensing that your mind was whirring.

“Nothin’.”

He leaned into you. “Doesn’t look like nothin’,” he mumbled into your neck, placing kisses on your skin between the words. When he was done, he pulled away to look at you again, causing you to hold in a groan.

“I’ve fallen for you too, Buck.”

His smile grew bright and toothy, but you could only admire it for a second before he kissed your cheek. Running his nose from your jaw to your ear, he mumbled, “Good,” making your giggle. He made his way to your mouth and met your lips gently. His kisses were simple and soft as he held himself up in the water.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to hold the both of you up by the edge of the pool. Tilting your head, you furiously kissed him, growing impatient and more passionate. You could hardly hear his heavy breathing under your thrashing heartbeat. 

“Oh, screw this,” he said against your lips. He turned you around so you could grab onto the ledge of the pool and pulled himself up out of the water, sitting to face you. He pulled you up on his lap with ease, so your legs were straddling his hips.

Once again, his lips crashed onto yours and his hands found your hips, holding onto them tightly. Your fingers found his bun and freed his hair from the tie, tactfully placing it around your wrist and running your hands through his damp locks. Your work made him groan, which your felt rumble through his chest. 

Your fingers traced his skin, working to memorize every inch of muscle and scar by only touch. He pushed your hips around, and you felt his hard member between your legs. The thin fabric of your underwear did little to shield your clit as he rocked you back and forth.

Your whimpers evoked grumbling moans from Bucky’s mouth, only sending you spiraling down the hole with more speed. “Bucky,” you whined. “Let’s-let’s go-”

“Upstairs,” he finished for you.

You pulled away from him, the world slowly turning back into place and then stopping, your mind a little clearer. He was smiling at you with such fondness. He kissed your forehead and you climbed off of him and you both grabbed your things and messily threw enough clothing on to get you upstairs. 

He held your hand and led you over to the elevator which opened right away, ready to take you to your rooms. When you entered, Bucky swung his arms around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You could feel his heart still pounding. “I love you doll.”

“You looked up at him and grinned. “I love you too, Buck.”

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A Trick...or...Two ~Freaky February~ (N.F)

Prompt: A smut with Noah Foster from Scream

Pairing: Noah x Reader

Word Count: 1.k

Warning: I’ve never written with Noah, nor have I played written with him so this was kind of hard but a lot and I mean a lot of fun!

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Good Girl Ch 17: Stories Of A Bad Girl (M)

“No,” I grumble, tucking myself deeper into Sehun’s embrace.

“Come on baby, you need to eat something,” Suho tires for the tenth time.

“No.”

“Hyung, maybe we should try again after the meeting,” Sehun suggests.

Suho sighs, “Fine, the boys should be here soon anyway.”

My head perks up, “Boys? You mean my oppas?”

Both boys look at me, happy to see me interested in something, but not happy with what it is. I haven’t let go of Sehun since yesterday after my bath, except to use the bathroom and even than he would be standing at the door waiting. This whole time we’ve been snuggling on my bed, both annoying and saddening the other guys. I sit up on my knees in bed, still straddling Sehun, Suho is on my left dressed in his suit. In nothing but underwear and one of Sehun’s t-shirts, both men can’t take their eyes off me, even in my messy state.

“Are you talking about my oppas?” I ask again when neither of them answers.

“Why does that make you happy?” Sehun pouts.

“Nothing else would get you out of bed, not breakfast, not school, not any of us, but them?” Suho is obviously offended, he looks like a real dad with his arms crossed over his chest.

I hesitate answering, afraid of making them angry, “I just want something that I know, people that know me. Something familiar.”

They share a sober expression, a silent conversation between the two. Suho looks back to me, annoyed with the words about to come out if his mouth, “Will you eat if we let you see them?”

I smile big, “Jin oppa told me he would make me ox bone stew remember? I’ll eat that!”

“That also means you have to get out of bed and get dressed.”

I nod vigorously, “Can I take a shower too?”

“No shower, bath,” Suho corrects me.

I pout for second before giving him an amazing smile, “If you let me shower, you can shower with me.”

“Why not me?” Sehun’s hands hold my hips tighter.

“You have had her too long anyway, you took my turn. Now,” Suho opens his arms to me with a satisfied smirk, “come here baby girl.”

After giving Sehun a quick peck on the lips and a thank you for watching over me all night, I eagerly rush to Suho with the promise of a shower. He easily picks me up and carries me away from a blushing Sehun. It doesn’t take very long to find Suho’s room, it’s a lot like the others, dark in color, the same beautiful view of the ocean past the floor to ceiling windows. There is a built in book shelf that takes up the whole wall, filled with books and little sculptures, and even a few pictures here and there. I don’t have time to look at much, he carries me strait into the massive bathroom; if mine is built for a princess, his is built for a king. There is a Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room, covered in gray tiles, a frosted glass shower is in the corner.

“Can I take a bath in here?” I ask when he sets me down on the edge of the tub.

“No baby, you asked for a shower,” Suho smiles down at me surprisingly seductively as he takes off his tie and his suit jacket. “How about you get in first, get used to the water, and tell me when it’s okay for me to come in?” I nod, getting to my feet but hesitating on taking off my clothes so casually. He chuckles, “Do you want me to do it?” When I don’t respond he comes closer and grabs the hem of my shirt, I don’t stop him so he pulls it over my head. Next are my panties, he takes those off slowly, letting his hands caress my legs all the way down. He takes a step back to actually look at me, and like Sehun he looks kind of broken inside at the sight of the bruise.

“I’ll get in,” I say before slipping past him into the shower, my own heart breaking at his sad face. The futuristic shower throws me off for a second, after another minute of staring at it Suho calls to me, “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to turn this stupid thing on.” I’m too focused to hear the shower door open and Suho sneak up behind me, easily turning one of the many knobs and turning on the water. His body is pressed up against my back, a blush spreads across my face when I feel something hard touching my lower back.

“Is it too cold?” He asks as the cool water runs down us, leaving goose bumps in it’s wake. I nod. He turns the handle more until the water pouring out is just slightly burning. “Better?” Again I nod. He starts humming some unfamiliar song as he begins reaching for bottles on the built in shelf. I jump when he starts washing my back, pausing with his hands on my shoulders he asks, “Tell when you want me to stop.” When I say nothing he continues slowly, washing both arms, all the way down my back but stops with his hands on my tummy. “Can I wash your chest?”

“Yea,” I answer softly, his hands go up slowly massaging my breasts softly. He only stays there for a second before traveling lower, past my lady parts to my legs. I feel my cheeks get hot when these words come out of my mouth, “Can I wash you?”

“What was that?” He questions coming even closer.

“Can I wash you?” I repeat louder.

“You don’t have to ask to touch me, ever.” He hands me his body wash, I squirt some into my hands before lathering them together, enjoying the smell that comforts me like Suho’s presences. I hesitantly reach out, placing both of my hands on his chest. It’s warm, like he always is, I start moving my hands in small circles across his chest, shoulders, and arms. There is an undeniable blush across my face when my hands drift lower to his amazing abs, I get even redder when I see his member standing at attention. Look up at Suho I see his eyes are closed tightly, his chest raising and sinking as he takes deep breaths to calm himself. Feeling brave I let my soaped up hand brush against it, my eyes never leaving his face. Watching him tense at such a small touch turns me on.

With a deep breath I grab onto the base of his shaft, and quickly start pumping. Suho’s eyes snap open, his dark orbs are fixed on me, he leans in closer, his hands go on either side of my head, locking me against the wall.

“Baby,” He warns me, but his hands ball into fists as he begins bucking his hips against my hand. “Why are you doing this?” He groans, my pumps continue to accelerate.

“You looked like you need to relax a bit,” I answer innocently.

He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed again, “This isn’t relaxing baby, all it’s doing is making me want to pin you up against the wall and take that precious virginity of yours’.”

“So you want me to stop,” I tease slowing my pace.

He growls, “Baby, don’t tease your daddy, I can barely control myself right now.”

“Okay, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I give him a chaste kiss before pumping him harder and faster. I watch his muscles tense, kind of enjoying the way I affect him. After a few more pumps he comes undone at my hands, spraying his seed on to my stomach and the wall behind me. His chest is heaving, he leans down and places a not so innocent kiss on my lips.

“You are such a naughty girl, getting daddy all worked up like that,” He whispers in my ears.

“You seemed to like it though,” I tease.

He snickers, “How are you still a virgin with that mouth?” He kisses me again before turning off the water. “We should get out before they send a search party after us.”

I nod. He grabs a towel from out of the shower and wraps it around me before grabbing another for himself. Leading me back into his room we find a stack of clothes for me that Suho does not agree with.

“A dress, seriously? No,” Suho scoffs, “You are wearing my shirt and sweat pants.” He decides before puling me into his closet, like mine it’s massive with way more clothes then a person would need, but his definitely isn’t as colorful as mine, with lots of black, gray, and other dark colors. It reminds me of my actual wardrobe, not all the girly stuff they gave me but of all my hoodies, jeans, and sweaters that I love. Suho pulls out a over sized t-shirt and a surprisingly small pair of joggers that would still be a bit big on me but way too small for him. “I kept these here for whenever you stayed with me, that way you wouldn’t have to go back to your room,” He explains.

He helps me put on the underwear Sehun had brought me before putting on the clothes he picked out himself.  When I’m fully dressed he begins looking for his own outfit, finding a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Such a contrast from how he looked earlier, he was so fancy looking but now he looks like some really hot guy you could pass on the street and fantasize about later.

He catches me staring and smiles, “I’m already yours baby, you don’t need to stare, you can touch me all you want.” My cheeks are on fire, I look down at my hands in my lap. “Why so bashful suddenly? You are the one who asked me to take a shower and you are also the one who gave me a hand job out of nowhere.”

“Daddy stop, you’re embarrassing me!” I cover my cheeks.

He leans down and kisses my forehead, “So cute.”

“This is nauseating,” Kai teases, making fake puking noise in the doorway.

“Aren’t you supposed to knock? What do you want?” Suho glares at the younger.

Kai rolls his eyes, “Our guests have arrive, I was told to bring you and baby girl along. I’m very disappointed to know that you bent so easily hyung.”

“Sehun told the others too right? We don’t need a blood bath in our living room.”

Kai nods, “Yes, yes, he told all of us, Xiumin hyung was very upset.”

“About what?” I ask Suho.

“We decided that for today, only today because you are feeling down, they can touch you like they used to.”

I can’t help but smile, “Really?”

“Don’t get too happy or we’ll change our minds,” Suho warns.

“I never got the chance to make up my mind,” Kai glares at the older man. He looks at me with a completely different demeanor than I’m used to from him, he smiles softly and offers me a hand. “Come on baby, I haven’t gotten you at all.” I walk over to him, taking his hand, and he leads me out of the room. The is a lot of noise coming from the living room, I can hear everyone talking and having fun, making me hesitate in the hall. “What’s wrong baby?”

“I don’t want to ruin the fun,” I look up at him.

“What do you mean?”

I start backing away from the doorway, “Whenever I’m in the room with all of you guys things get tense, they sound like they are having fun.”

Kai’s grip on my hand tightens, “You aren’t ruining anything, you want to see them don’t you?”

I nod.

“Then lets go see them, we won’t get tense, we will be good daddies, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

He nods.

With a deep breath I take a few more steps so I can see into the room. Everyone is sprawled out on the floor or the couch, enjoying each others company, it’s a very warm atmosphere that I love. Baekhyun sees us standing in the doorway and smiles.

“Good to see you out of bed baby girl!” Baekhyun beams at me, getting off the couch to give me a hug.

“Are you feeling better?” Lay joins us, Kyungsoo and Chen behind him waiting their turn.

“I’m okay, does my face still look that bad?” I reach up and touch where I know the bruise is, flinching at the pain.

“Don’t touch it,” Kai scolds, swatting my hand away.

“This is so weird,” Yoongi says, his voice getting past the crowd of men talking to me. I weasel my past them to the seven boys still sitting on the floor. They jump to their feet at the sight of me. “What the hell happened?” Yoongi growls coming straight to me. “Who the fuck hit you?”

“Calm down Oppa, there was an incident at school,” He opens his mouth to ask more questions but I cut him off. “It’s was Joon or something. He’s already been um, taken care of.”

Chanyeol chuckles behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and giving my good cheek a quick peck, “You make it sound so cute.”

“Hyung?” Namjoon questions.

“Like she said, there was an issue we handled it, end of story,” Chanyeol deadpans.

“Joo-ya,” Jin waves me over, ignoring the glare Chanyeol is giving him, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yes, but I’m starving, could you make me some ox bone stew now?” I beam at the cute man, who automatically nods and heads toward the kitchen with me on his tail and the group of men on mine.

“Noona,” Kookie calls.

I look over at him when I sit down at one of the bar stools in the kitchen, “Yes?”

He sits down on my other side, “Jihyo noona was really worried about you, did you ever call her?”

I shake my head, “I haven’t had my phone since yesterday, it’s in my backpack and I don’t even know where that is. Can you text her for me telling her that I’m not dead.”

He smiles and nods, pulling out his phone.

“Jin oppa, can I help you cook?” I ask with a big smile, that he can’t refuse. I come around the counter. “What should I do?”

He scans the scattered ingredients on the counter, “Can you peel the radish?”

I nod and rush to grab the three massive radishes, putting them in the sink I scan the cabinets before looking to for help from the many boys watching us. “The peeler?” I ask. Kyungsoo comes forward, opening a near by drawer and handing it to me, I thank him. Luhan comes over with a cute smile on his face, he quickly slips behind me, tying a cute little apron around my waist.

“So cute,” he coos, I laugh as I begin peeling with ease but stop when Chen comes behind me next and pulls my waves into a bun with a hair tie.

“Better?”

I nod giving him a smile, “Thank you.”

“Have you been helping Kyungsoo-ya cook?” Jin asks me as he boils the meat.

I shake my head, “I’m not allowed to cook.”

“Not allowed?” Hoseok and Namjoon echo, completely baffled.

“You love cooking, and you are really good at it,” Taehyung grins at me.

“I cooked for them the first morning I was here,” I think back to only a week ago. My how things have changed for me.

“It was really good,” Baekhyun says.

“Why isn’t she allowed to cook?” Jin questions coming over to help me cut the radishes. With two large knifes in hand he lays down two cutting boards. Once again Kyungsoo appears next to me, taking the knife offered me, making me pout.

“It’s too dangerous for her,” Kyungsoo takes my place and begins chopping the radish.

“She isn’t a child,” Yoongi snaps. “I don’t know what you guys are doing to her, this isn’t the Jooyoung we know.”

“Oppa,” I place a hand on the older boy’s arm, earning us all eyes. “It’s fine, it’s just how things work here.”

He stares down at me dumbstruck, “Since when have you been so submissive? Where is the feisty girl that got a fake ID to sneak into a club last week? Or better yet, the girl who is in that mug shot that Jihyo still has hanging above her bed?”

“Stop,” I snap, using both of my hands to cover his big mouth.

“Mug shot?” The twelve men echo.

“Baby girl,” Kris raises a brow at me, undeniably amused by this news, “Are you a bad girl?”

……………………

“You can hear one,” I deadpan, still glaring at Yoongi across the table for spilling my past. They had pulled more chairs up to the long table, I somehow convinced them to let Jimin and Kookie sit next to me.

“How many are there?” Poor Lay looks like he’s about to pass out from worry.

“There are lot,” Namjoon answers for me, smiling down at his bowl, ignoring the glare he’s earning from me.

I groan, “There is not that many.”

Hoseok chuckles, thinking back to old memories, “There is the time with the boat. The streaking. The car was a bad one.”

Even Jimin joins in on teasing me, “Oh lets not forget the best, the fight that earned you and Jihyo some beautiful mug shots.”

“Those are actually some of my favorite photos of you guys,” Jin laughs.

“Pick,” I demand.

“How about two?” Sehun smiles at me.

“Depends what two,” I lean back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest, feeling a lot older suddenly, not the baby I was this morning. My daddies notice it.

“Streaking and the fight,” Kai answers for him, Sehun and the rest nod in agreement.

“Ugh,” I groan. “Okay fine, but the car story is mixed into the streaking one, so when Jihyo and I were 15 we were hanging out with some of her friends. We were playing strip poker-“

Kris interrupts me with a laugh, “As you do at 15.”

“No teasing or you won’t get to hear it,” I pout.

“I’m sorry baby girl, please continue.”

I sigh dramatically, “We we’re playing stripe poker, it was not my idea but I know how to play poker so I was good. Jihyo on the other hand absolutely sucks at it, so being Jihyo, she convinced me to throw the game so we would both loose. Losers had to run half a mile down the street and back. Everything was fine, we were running wild down the street, making a bigger deal out it than we should have by hooting and hollering the whole way. But on our way back we happen to run into a police car, or at least Jihyo did, she ignored my warning and got stopped. I know her parents would have freaked out if she had been caught so I snuck into the cops are and put it in drive. They freaked out and ran after it, so we ran away.”

All twelve men are staring at me like I’ve grown a second head, while the other seven are dying of laughter since they were the friends I decided to leave out of the story. Baekhyun shakes off his shock, “The car doesn’t seem so bad compared to the rest of it, why is it one of your stories?”

I look down at my stew and begin to shove big bites into my mouth, but Yoongi answers for me, “What she forgot to mention is that the car rolled down a hill and hit four other very expensive cars that the police department had to take blame for damaging.”

“Hey, it isn’t my fault they left their car door open for anyone to just hop into a joy ride,” I defend myself.

“I don’t know whether or not I should be upset or proud,” Chen looks as if he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life with all the confusion on his face.

“Beyond proud,” Luhan basically climbs across the table to kiss my forehead, “Loyalty is very important, I’m happy you have so much of it.”

“I’m a bit upset that you would go to such lengths for that girl but Luhan hyung is right,” Kai gives me a small smile, “so loyal.”

“Our baby is so amazing!” Chanyeol cheers from the far end of the table, Baekhyun of course joins in on the cheers.

“Alright, boys calm down,” Xiumin gives me a smirk, “I want to hear about this fight that got our little Joo-ya a mug shot.”

“There isn’t an arrest on your record,” Suho questions.

I nod, “That’s the benefit of having Jihyo’s dad be rich and powerful, he cleaned that up in no time.”

“How long ago was this?” Lay wonders.

“Um, about seven months ago, Jihyo had convinced me to go to some random American bar that she really wanted to go to because apparently that’s where all the hot ones go. After being there for a little while some guys started getting a little too touchie with us but when we asked them to back off they didn’t listen. So we did what any normal person would do-“

Yet again I’m cut off but this time by someone who knows the story, “What you did was nowhere near a normal girl reaction. Most girls cry or threaten to call the cops but you were such a badass!” Kookie can’t hold in his excitement in.

“Calm down Kookie,” I pat the younger’s head, “You can’t just jump the build up like that. Anyway, Jihyo and I each punched the next closet guy, ducked away and watched as a bar fight began. But things got a little too crazy when the guys found us even in the mess of punches and thrown bodies.”

“What did you do?” Lay is filled with worry once again.

“We kicked them in the nuts and when they hunched down to protect their manhood we kneed them in the face. It was actually amazingly coordinated.”

“Who would have thought our baby would be such a badass?” Xiumin smiles at me with fondness.

4 am

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You and Vernon’s sleepovers always consisted of the same things, as many snacks as you can eat, 3 movies, and all of the pillows and blankets that you can find. Today was the first time since you two were children that the sleepover was taking place at Vernon’s house. He somehow convinced you that his new bed would be more comfy then your old one. You and Vernon pulled up to his house in your car with all of your supplies. You made him carry the blankets and pillows while you carried the snacks and your backpack. You followed behind Vernon shyly since you haven’t been to his house in many years, making him laugh at you.

“My family wont bite you” he laughed.

Your cheeks turned pink and you tried to pull your over sized sweater up to cover your face. Vernon opened the door and you were immediately hit with the amazing smell of whatever his mom was cooking.

“smells good” you mumbled, as you took off your shoes.

He immediately led you down the stairs to his room. You could hear Vernon’s mom and his sister talking while they were cooking. You walked through the doorway of his room, being met with the smell of his cologne and air freshener, his room was exceptionally clean. He threw the blankets, and pillows onto the bed.

“You can put your bag wherever” he said while he fiddled with his TV.

“so are we going to start this right now or wait for the sun to set” he asked, gesturing to the movies that where set out on the TV stand.

“Well its only 4 so we could probably watch one before the sun sets, then we can go for a walk to stretch our legs, and then watch the rest of the movies” You said mentally mapping out the evening. He nodded in agreement.

“You set up the blankets and i will put the movie in” he said. You immediately picked up all of the blankets and pillows, and turned them into a little nest. Once the movie was playing, Vernon climbed into the nest with you, you really didn’t mind sharing personal space with him, and he didn’t mind either so you two sat like that for most of the movie. half way through Vernon’s mom and sister came down with food for you two, that both of you willingly ate.

Soon the movie was over and you sat up. “Lets go” you said looking at Vernon.

“Go where?” he asked, looking at you like he had no clue what you were talking about.

“On a walk remember” You said staring at him like he was crazy.

You saw the moment of realization in his eyes before he said  “Do we have to, its cold outside and its so warm in here”. He motioned to outside and the room as he spoke.

“You got me there, but you owe me one walk” you said as you sat back down and you started the next movie.

Soon enough all of the movies were over and it was almost midnight. You both decided to try to sleep so that you would be able to get up early and have breakfast. But no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t sleep. You were tossing and turning, and you could hear Vernon move every once in a while. Eventually you gave up and stopped trying to sleep and you just stared at the roof, you took in how Vernon’s room looked and how it smelled, how it felt to have him sleeping beside you, and what it was like to be awake at a time like this, in someone else’s house. The time was around 4 am when Vernon laid flat on his back and sighed.

“Y/N are you awake” he asked, turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah” you sighed, turning your body so that you faced him too. You both sat there staring at each other in the dark. It seemed like he was thinking about something but instead of doing anything he said “lets make ramen”. You were immediately down with that idea. So you took some uncooked ramen out of the snack bag and snuck upstairs to cook it. You say on the counter near the stove while Vernon cooked. You had found some ice cream to snack on while he cooked.

“Hey Vernon?” you asked quietly.

“Hey Y/N” he replied.

“What would we say if your mom or your sister woke up, its like 4 in the morning” You said and then shoved a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“Well i would say that we were feeling peckish and then face the wrath of momma Chwe, or if it was my sister i would make sure she didn’t say anything to mom and then send her to bed” he explained while cracking and egg into the ramen.

When Vernon felt like his ramen creation was done he took out some chopsticks and a spoon and started to eat the ramen.

“Hansol?” you said

“mmm” he replied with a mouth full of ramen.

“I feel like your guest should get some food too” You said as he leaned against the counter that was parallel to you. He rolled his eyes and pulled some noodles out of the bowl with his chopsticks and brought it up to your mouth. The ramen smelled so amazing and you couldn’t wait to taste it, Vernon always made the best ramen. You opened your mouth and soon Vernon filled it with the delicious noodles.

“Damn Hansol you make some good ass ramen” You said once you swallowed the food. Hansol took turns feeding you then him until the bowl was empty. He put the bowl into the garbage and then stood between your legs while you sat still on the counter. His fingers traced patterns across the skin on your thighs. You looked at his face but he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the skin that his fingers danced across. A few moments later he looked up at you. You eyes looked into his and it was clear what he wanted to do. You stayed silent and as still as a statue as his face moved closer to yours. He stopped moving when your lips were just centimeters apart. You knew this was his way of getting your approval to kiss you, so you moved your faced towards his until your lips joined. As soon your lips touched, they started to move in perfect synchronization. You attached your fingers to his hair, and his hands raised to your hips, grazing your heat on the way up, making you jump slightly. The kiss deepened as he pulled you closer to him. The kissed became sloppy and Vernon’s hand started to play with the band of your pajama shorts. You nodded into the kiss telling him that you were okay with it. Instead of continuing, he disconnected your lips and looked at you.

“do. you. want. to. take. this. down. stairs?” he asked between pants. You smiled and nodded. He raced downstairs pulling you behind him. You could feel how wet your pajamas were since you had no underwear on underneath them. Once you got down to his room, he locked the door and you sat on the bed.

It wasn’t long before Vernon’s lips were on yours again and his hand had found their way under his shirt that you were wearing as pajamas, and under the band.

Vernon broke the kiss and asked “are you sure”.

“yes hansol i am sure” You said while nodding your head. He nodded snd his hand slipped down to your heat, first rubbing your clit, making you moan slightly, and then down between your folds, feeling your wetness, and spreading it all over your pussy.

He pulled your shorts down and off of your legs.

“Can you lay down nice for  me baby?” he asked as he discard your shorts.  You nodded and laid down on the bed completely flat. Before you could wonder where he was, Vernon appeared by your feet.

“Baby can i taste” He asked, but you knew it wasn’t as much of a question as it was a warning that he was going to do that. You nodded your head anyways, and spread your legs so that he could access your soaking heat. Soon enough His face was right above your heat, and every breath that he breathed was teasing you and making you whine out.

He licked a stripe up your heat, making your thighs involuntarily close around his head. He laughed into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout it. Anytime his tongue darted through your folds you moaned. Eventually he had one hand on your hip keeping you in place and the other one had two fingers pumping in and out of you wile he assaulted your clit with his tongue. His pace quickened as you pulled on his hair.

“Fuck, Fuck me please” You whined as you pushed your hips into his face, trying to make more friction.

“As you wish” Vernon said, Taking off his shirt and sweatpants to reveal his hard on.

“Take off your shirt baby” Vernon said, rubbing circles into your hips. You happily obliged, taking off his shirt and throwing it somewhere in his room. His eyes scanned you body before he attached his lips to your neck, kissing from your neck to your boobs. He sucked on each nipple before moving down to your navel, and then pressing a light kiss on your clit.

“You taste so good” he said as he lined up his cock.

“Are you ready” he asked.

“Yes” you said and put your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss as he eased into you. Your eyes closed in bliss as he started to thrust in and out of you, only stopping to lean down and kiss you. Your moans started to fill the air as his pace quickened.

“Baby you have to be quiet, we don’t want to get caught do we” he said as he continued to thrust into you. You shook your head and bit your lip instead of moaning his name. You started to thrust at a different angle, causing him to hit your g spot.

“fuck Hansol” you moaned out.

“shhhh” he said as his pace quickened. soon his thrusts were sloppy and uneven. He pulled out and came all over your stomach. He reached down and started to rub your clit, and it wasn’t long before you had climaxed too, covering his hand in your cream.

“Well it looks like we need to shower” He panted as he layed down on the bed beside you.

“Can we do that after we sleep” you asked.

“We sure can” He said kissing your fore head. a few minutes later you felt Vernon wipe between your legs with a warm damp cloth and then wipe his cum off of your stomach before crawling into bad with you and spooning you. You fell asleep like that, completely naked and in complete bliss.

((So I did a height comparison of Lily and Jack Skellington based on @skeletonwithabowtie‘s height headcanon and…..))

((oh my stars <333))

Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- Sandwiches

Here’s the third fic for day three of the Jason Todd Birthday Week!! I couldn’t find any requests that went well with the ‘Parental Figure’ theme, so I just wrote this instead.  Enjoy!

Warning: None that I can think of, maybe slight angst???

Dangling your feet over the edge of the of the fire escape, you silently counted the money you had left.  Most of it was stolen from the unsuspecting citizens of Star City who happened to be passing you while walking somewhere.  You only took their cash, but people don’t carry much of it nowadays.  Cursing when you finished counting, you realized you only had nineteen dollars left.  You knew you should have ignored the jacket you saw in the store, but of course you had to buy it.  The weather started to get colder, so you had to get something to keep warm.  Now you had barely enough money to get through the rest of the month.  If you’d last that long, you scoffed in your head.

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Fall Mornings Make It Easier. (May Contain LoS Spoilers!!!)

Here’s a KitTy fic to help you through the end of LoS (i know guys, it hurts)

Real World AU - Suffering through the recent loss of his twin sister, Ty needs to adjust and looks to Kit for comfort. Kit is glad to oblige and makes many cups of tea to sooth heartache.

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Bookstore Shenanigans (Kyungsoo x Reader)

Ehehehe I had just finished reading a book when I thought about this idea. For some strange reason I was also thinking of 50 Shades of Grey (no bondage in this one-shot sorry lol) as well, probably because I was listening to the surprisingly good soundtrack. That and basically Kyungsoo voice porn lol Well, I mean every time Kyungsoo sings it’s like pure sex to my ears. Like holy shite the feels. Kyungsoo bothers me so bad; bothers me in THAT way if ya know what I mean. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!

P.S. I’m probably just horny af for Kyungsoo and that’s why I wrote this lol 

You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear with frozen fingers who’s nails were painted a chipped mint color from weeks ago, shifting your brown leather sling purse to the side of your hip as you felt your phone vibrate softly. You continued along the busy city sidewalk, practiced enough to walk and read the text message you had received. You acquitted this skill to the fact that you’d been walking with a book in your nose at the same time since you could read. Your petal pink lips parted with intrigue as you read the message:

From: Kyungsoo
I just arrived at Fernsby & Dankworth’s. I’ll meet you in the Young Adult Literature section.

You couldn’t help but smile, chuckling at the words, knowing that Kyungsoo had a pretty massive distaste for that genre. He was so quiet and mysterious, yet at the same time you knew all these things about him because he seemed to be open only with you.The two of you, ever since bumping into each other at the massive bookstore, had become inseparable. You didn’t talk constantly like normal people; really, now that you thought about it, you didn’t talk to him hardly at all. Instead, the two of you were content to just be in each other’s presence. It wasn’t a conventional friendship or relationship, but it was perfect and it satisfied you.
As you pushed through the massive oak doors of the giant bookstore’s entrance, holding down your skirt from the sudden gust of wind, you thought about Kyungsoo for a moment. You thought about your first encounter with him, when he had silently handed you a book he had just finished reading with a quiet smile on his heart shaped lips. You’d been very shocked at first, since no one hardly ever approached you, a perfect example of a wallflower. You also remember blushing substantially due to the fact that he was such a handsome boy; hands slipping into his pockets as he casually walked away, only to glance back over his shoulder to say that when you finished it to give it back the next time you saw him.
You scowled to yourself as you felt your heartbeat quicken from the memory. You and Kyungsoo were strictly friends and you doubted he would ever look at a girl like you.
Shaking yourself mentally, you began to ascend the steps to the second floor of the blissfully dusty bookstore, inhaling the musty smell of old and new books. Fernsby and Dankworth’s bookstore had been your most frequent haunt for years, becoming part of your routine to stop by numerous times a week, whether it was to read or just take some time to sip tea with yourself, as well as spend time with Kyungsoo as of recent. You entered the extensive Young Adult Literature section, only to find that he wasn’t there.
Frowning to yourself with a shrug, you walked off to another genre, knowing you’d find him somewhere in the store eventually. Padding in your worn brown leather combat boots, you went over to a corner of the store you hadn’t actually been in yet. Strangely, the rows of bookshelves weren’t marked with their genre. Curiosity got the better of you and you walked down the shelves reading the titles with growing revulsion. They were all smut and erotica novels, no wonder the section wasn’t labeled. Glancing up and down the row to check if you were completely alone, you pulled one book from the row, gingerly opening it’s cover. Reading a few pages led to the next chapter, and the next. You were completely engrossed in the strangely appealing sexual literature, that you failed to notice the other person in the row, until a faint chuckle came to your ears.
Your head snapped up like a whip, squeaking in shock, “K-kyungsoo!”
He smirked over to you, raising a dark eyebrow, “Didn’t know you were into those kind of books too, ____.”
You quickly replaced the erotic novel back in its place, pulling your over sized maroon sweater down, stuttering embarrassingly, “I’m not! It’s just…,” you failed to explain yourself much to your chagrin.
He pulled one off the shelf for himself, one hand perfectly balancing the book, the other shoved in his pocket, “It looked to me like you were enjoying it quite a bit.”
You bit your lip nervously, far past the point of embarrassment, cringing at his every word. He walked slowly towards you, not looking up from his reading, “I think you liked it a lot by the way you were practically trembling.”
As his soft voice murmured, you couldn’t help but watch the way his mouth moved over each word. He suddenly spoke again, reading from his book, still approaching you lazily, “Her body shook deliciously as his hands slipped up her thigh, his mouth grazing over her collarbone until his fingers found her aching clothed heat.”
You gulped as he seemed to taste the words on his lips, glancing up at you with a smile as he continued, “She moaned wantonly as he slipped two fingers knuckle deep into her soaking core, pumping in and out painfully slow, allowing her to feel the beautiful sliding motion at its maximum.”
You felt your own panties begin to get damp as Kyungsoo finally reached where you were standing, caging you against the shelf with his body. His head tilted down as his dark eyes looked at you amused, “Are you getting off at this _____?,” he smirked at you, letting a hand fall to your cheek, “Because, it’s okay if you are. I’m enjoying this little show of yours quite a bit.”
His warm palm cupped your cheek as he leaned in close, the pad of his thumb drawing patterns across your lips, and he placed the sensual novel on a shelf by your head. You sucked in a breathe as his beautiful lips moved a hairs breathe from your own, “Her heart began to beat furiously as he leaned in, his warm breathe fanning across her face,” his other hand caught your hip roughly, his voice going an octave lower. “Suddenly it was all tongue and teeth as he tugged at her lower lip, begging she would allow him to ravage and please her completely.”
At your breaking point, you gripped the collar of his jacket and brought him to your lips, attacking his plump lips furiously with your own. You felt his chest rumble with laughter, ignoring it completely as you bit his bottom lip angrily, mumbling between kisses, “Dammit Do Kyungsoo, I hate you.”
As you assaulted his neck, he threaded his fingers languidly through your hair, tugging as he spoke, “Really? Because I actually think you love me.”
You heard him gasp lightly when you sucked at the hollow of his throat, causing a small bruise to grow there. You looked up at him, smirking when you saw his open mouthed and closed eyes expression, daring to unbutton a few of the buttons on his shirt to press wet kisses to his pale chest. You were suddenly pushed back and you looked up to find an annoyed Kyungsoo, his expression also slightly dazed. Looking at his bruised lips and neck made you feel satisfied, that is until he pressed his knee between you legs.
You gasped in shock, looking up to find his dark eyes staring so deeply at your own. His hands managed to nimbly slip underneath your sweater, massaging your sides and drawing circles on your hips, causing you to moan his name softly. He leaned down to your ear, biting at it before speaking lowly, “Tell me what you want right now, ____. Do you want what’s in those books?”
You could hardly speak, your face heating up at his words. You refused to answer and instead decided to see what he would do to you next, a morbid curiosity aroused you.
His eyebrows furrowed, annoyed at you again, “You’re so stubborn, you know that?”
You were about to snap back at him when you felt the knee against you soaked heat replaced by fingers. You groaned as he stroked at your folds through your panties, teasing your clit occasionally. He licked his lips, his dark eyes intense, his fingers slowing their work, “What was that ____? I don’t think I heard you right.”
You glared silently up at him, grabbing his hand yourself and forcing him to pleasure you better. He smirked at this, pressing open mouth kisses to you neck, “You know, this would be easier of you just told me what you wanted.”
You were just getting wetter and wetter, wanting him to properly touch you with his rough hands. It was frustrating for you to see him taking this so easily, even though his arousal was poking at your belly. It annoyed you how smooth and indifferent he was acting. You wanted to see an animal, a beast, emerge from that cool facade.
You pushed his hand away, slipping off your panties and shorts and bringing your own fingers to your core. You moaned as you inserted two fingers into yourself, making sure to look up at him to see if he was watching properly. You decided to see what would happen if you pushed his buttons. You rubbed at your slick clit with a loud gasp, “Oh yes! Kyungsoo, if only you could touch me like this.”
You heard him growl angrily, ripping your hand away from pleasuring yourself and pinning your arms above your head. He crushed his lips into yours roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth and ravaging you completely. You moaned your appreciation as he pulled his mouth from yours. He stepped back, shifting his jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. You bit your lip as he gazed at you with an intense expression, slipping the shirt from his flawless torso and letting it fall in a pile to the floor along with his other clothes. He obviously meant business by the way he basically ripped your sweater and bra off, making your breath pick up in anticipation.
He was breathing heavily as well, his chest rising and falling as he stared at your nakedness. Unable to contain himself, he easily hoisted you up and pressed you against the bookcase, attacking your exposed breasts with his mouth. You knotted your hands in his dark hair as he sucked onto one of your hardened nipples, his free hand groping at your ass. As he pleasured your chest, you made sure for him to hear you moaning his name and telling him how badly you wanted it. How much you wanted him inside you. Stroking his ego obviously turned Kyungsoo on, because he abandoned your breasts and guided his member to your entrance, teasing your aching folds as he groaned out, “I’m going to fuck you so hard ____ that you’re not going to be able to walk out of here,” he gripped at your waist as he pushed in the tip slightly, “You’re going to be feeling it for weeks after I’m done with you.”
You nodded frantically and he finally succumbed to need and slowly pushed into you. You gasped out his name when he finally reached the end of his member, fully sheathed within your gripping core. He moaned as well, beginning to shift in and out as your walls sucked him back in each time. His thrusts were powerful and controlled, knowing from reactions just where you wanted him to hit you. The bookcase shook slightly with each thrust as his hips flicked up into you, the feeling of his dick inside of you overwhelming your senses.
You groaned out as he mumbled hotly into your neck, “You like that? I’m giving you something better than anyone in those books could ever do to you.”
His own moans were beautiful, slightly musical and deep in his throat. Every time you would snap your hips to meet his, his moans would sound like he was singing. It was probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard and it went straight to your slick heat that he was currently punishing with pleasure.
You both groaned as your ends approached, your bodies slick with sweat and dotted with bites and bruises. You grasped his hair desperately as you gasped his name over and over and clung to his shoulders like a lifeline. His thrusts became dangerously frantic as you finally found your release. You yelled out his name as your orgasm swept through you, causing you to clench around his member tightly. He groaned your own name loudly as your tightened walls milked the release from him, his hot seed shooting into you in thick, powerful spurts.
As you both finished riding out your releases, Kyungsoo pressed his sweat slicked forehead to your own, breathing heavily as he mumbled, “Huh. I guess it’d be cliche to tell you I love you right now, but I do.”
You laughed and kissed his gorgeous plump lips, “Cliche’s okay if you backed it up with a performance like that. Also, I think you could be an erotic novel writer yourself with the way you spoke to me earlier.”
He grinned at you, the quiet boy gone and replaced with a charming smile and laughing eyes, “Then maybe we should meet in this section of the bookstore more often and you can help inspire my writing.”

Occupied mind (Part 11)

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10

Warnings: self harm mentions, suicide mentions, death

A/N: Yeah, I deleted my first version of this because I didn’t like the plot so my writing was forced and absolute shit. However, hopefully this is better my lovelies! Feedback is greatly appreciated.


Originally posted by eyelovemgg

A nurse slowly opened the door, her face empty as Aaron and Spencer immediately stood up at her presence. She slipped silently into the room, anxiously fumbling with her fingers as their eyes pierced into her form.

“C-can I see her?” Spencer whispered, heart pounding against his chest as his weak legs trembled. When the nurse shook her head slightly, his knees gave up on him, causing him to collide back down to the chair.

“I’m sorry. Miss Y/L/N didn’t make it, we did all we could but her injuries were too extensive.” Her words burned into the quiet room, cursing the deathly silence as the agents quickly became distressed.

“What, no. Sh-she’s okay.” Spencer stumbled, words broken by sobs as his gaze cut over to Aaron. “Y-you said she’d be o-okay.” His voice grew louder, tears coating his trembling jaw as he fell to the floor, fingers pulling firmly at his hair. Aaron was defeated, tears glazing his eyes as his dark eyes fixated on the broken man.

“Spencer, I’m-” Aaron began but Spencer’s uncontrollable sobs punctured his train of thought, the fracturing noise sending a biting lump to his throat. Wordlessly, he knelt beside the trembling man before placing a firm hand on his shoulder but Spencer was quick to flinch away from his touch.

“Sh-she’s…” Spencer whimpered, glancing up to meet Aaron’s hurt eyes. His lips parted to speak but his mind was too caught up, thoughts tangled as a harsh sob built up in the back of his throat. “She’s gone.” Aaron wrapped his arm around him, making Spencer collapse into his grasp. Silent tears spilled down his face as he rubbed his back, Spencer crying into his suit jacket as he processed the intense information.

“I’m here.” Aaron uttered, mind reliving the feeling from when he held Hayley in his arms for one last time, blood soaking through their clothes as he gripped onto her lifeless body. He recalled the broken feeling, helplessness. Grief-stricken. Spencer pulled away from him slightly, blown eyes bloodshot from the constant tears. His shaky fingers briefly grazed across his damp tears as he wiped away the tears.

“I-I want to-” Spencer began but Aaron shook his head, tight grip remaining on his shoulder as his gaze flickered over his broken-hearted face. Spencer looked up at him, eyes possessed with desolation.

“Are you sure about this?” Aaron questioned sternly but Spencer was adamant, quickly nodding his head while wiping his stinging eyes.

“I want to see her.”


Spencer rested his forehead against the closed door, swallowing back the fear clawing at his throat as he held onto the door handle. Aaron placed a hand on his shoulder, thoughts begging him to speak out but knowing the man was determined to say goodbye.

“You don’t have to do this right now.” Aaron murmured, making Spencer breathe out shakily, clearing his throat.

“I-I know.” Spencer whispered distressingly, not taking another second to think as he opened the door but he immediately froze. Her almost translucent skin was partially covered by the white cloth draped over the majority of her body, the paleness shadowed around her sunken eyes, chest halted. Spencer bit the inside of his cheek, hating the fact that this is what she wanted. Cursing his own mind for not being able to stop her. He had enough. He abruptly turned around, quickly met by Aaron who glanced at his sorrowfully.

“Come on.” Aaron whispered, making Spencer rush out of the room to him, collapsing immediately into the broad man as painful tears dominated his face once again.


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Spencer’s legs were intertwined with the loose covers, body jolting and soft whimpers escaped  his tight throat.

“No, please. Y/N!” He murmured in his sleep, scaring himself awake from the continuous nightmare. Although, it wasn’t just fictional, it actually happened.

“Y/N.” He whispered again, reddened eyes clenching shut as he collapsed back down into his pillows. His trembling fingers darted underneath the pillow beside him, pulling out Y/N’s over-sized jumper she always wore to work. The agonizing memories burned into his thoughts as he curled into the jumper, sobbing quietly into the fabric as his grip tightened onto it, sending his knuckles white.

“Why?” He whispered, pain dominating his voice as he gulped back the lump in his throat. Once again, his phone vibrated, the team trying to check in on him but his mind was too occupied to notice. Instead of remembering Y/N’s little quirks, his mind shadowed with her scars, the blood coating her arms when he found her, the tears dripping from her face as she wished for her death. His mind was poisoned, thoughts beginning to talk to him, cussing him for his actions, screaming at him. It’s your fault.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, untangling himself from her jumper as he staggered out of bed. Then his eyes landed on the pile of clothes on the floor, the tissue poking out of his pockets immediately capturing his attention. He slowly removed the tissue from his trouser pocket, mind growling at him again and again. Do it. The ongoing mental argument continued until he found himself unwrapping the tissue on his bathroom counter, eyes fixated on the dull metal. Hesitantly, he looked up at his mirror, shadowed eyes haunted with bitterness. Without another thought, his shaky fingers traced along the edge of the blade before picking it up hesitantly. His mind continued to nag at him, ordering him to repeat her actions, telling him it was his fault but they eventually convinced him. Convinced him that he could of saved her. Convinced him that it was his fault.

“It’s time.”


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Baby Come Home (22/23)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, a little violence towards women

Summary: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?

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Your head lulled to one side, you coughed, clearing your throat as you began to laugh. Nat was struggling against her restraints, you shake your head.

“What’s so funny.” Ryan demands, watching you.

“You hit worse than a certain witch I know.” You giggle, licking your lips. “I hope Steve breaks your face.” You spit at him, Ryan makes a grumbling noise, before he stalks off.

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Looking down Yondu was speechless. His heart beat quickly and his breath was caught in his throat when he saw a little girl. Her skin was teal and her hair a bright silver. She was dressed in y/n’s clothes that were far too large on her. Purple eyes looked around the room with fear before settling on him. When she looked at him she began backing away until she hit the crate. “Y/n?” he asked confused. The little girl didn’t answer only looked terrified when the rest of the crew came over. Everyone looked at her with confusion and quickly started talking to themselves. Seeing a tear roll down her cheeks he shook his head some and moved towards her. When he reached out for her she curled up and hissed at him through small sharp teeth. Seeing a few of the crew pull out their blasters and aim them at her Yondu tensed. “Don’t cha dare point them at me mate.” he growled. 

“That’s some kid, that ain’t y/n.” one said. 

“We don’t need another pup on this ship the terran boy is already plenty enough!”

“Throw er’ out the airlock." 

"Sell er’ at the next port." 

Feeling his temper flare Yondu gave a sharp whistle and shot through the men that were threatening his mate. Once the room fell silent with their deaths he growled and looked around. "She is y/n. Now I don’t know what that thing did ta er’ but that there pup is my omega. Same rules, don’t no body touch er’, ya do and I’ll kill ya.” Seeing nodding heads he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned swiftly, snarling at the person. Seeing Tullk he calmed some.

“Ah boss, lil’ one done run off.” he said.

Following his friends gaze he saw y/n gone from where she was on the floor, the only thing remaining was a pair of y/n’s pants. Taking a deep breath Yondu tried to remain calm. “Find er’. Search the ship!” he yelled out sending the rest of the crew off in a frenzy. Picking up her pants he furrowed his brows and tried to calm his racing heart. Seeing Tullk come up behind him he looked down.

“We’ll find er’. Gonna be mighty hard ta look in them small places though.” Tullk said.

Looking up Yondu grinned, “Go get me Quill.” he said.

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Hours passed by and each floor was searched. Yondu sat thinking about his female and where she might could be. They had checked the hanger and found an open vent. Rubbing his hands over his face he thought back on her as a child. She loved anyplace warm, hated the cold. Getting an idea he grabbed the blanket off the bed and walked down the halls grabbing hold of Quill as he went. Getting to the garden room he looked at Quill and put his finger over his lips. Opening the door quietly he kept the lights off as he crept around the different plants with the boy right behind him. Creeping over to the fruit section he peeked around the corner to see the small child sitting on the floor eating a piece of fruit. The vent cover down the way was open where she had come in through. He knew she would be here, it was warm and dimly lit with plenty of fruit to eat. Taking a deep breath he knew he would have to plan his next move carefully so she wouldn’t get away again. He didn’t think she remembered him and knew she was scared but hopefully she would come to Quill since he was a kid too. Pointing Quill over to stand in the walkway he unfolded the blanket he held it ready. Pursing his lips he let out a soft whistle. Seeing his fin let out a small amount of red light he heard her movements stop. 

“It’s okay. I ain’t gonna hurt ya… My name’s Peter and you’re y/n right?” Quill said.

Not hearing anything he saw Quill look at him out of the corner of his eyes and wink.

“That’s just a music box… wanna see?” Peter asked the little girl when she looked at the glowing red light on the floor by him and heard the whistle.

Hearing the small padding of footsteps Yondu got ready. 

“That’s it, it’s just right here.” Quill said.

As soon as Yondu saw her small figure come around the corner he threw the blanket over her and wrapped his arms around her. The little girl let out a cry and fought against him with all her might. “Calm down darlin’…OWWW!” he yelled when sharp teeth bit down on his arm. Groaning when she kept her hold he tried to calm the alpha in him. Kneeling he held her close to his chest and buried his nose in her hair to whisper in her ear. “Shhh.. ya alright angel. I got ya. Ya safe.” When she stopped fighting he purred, “Ya let go now sweet heart.” he told her in a gentle alpha voice as he could. When her mouth slowly opened to release his arm he finished wrapping her in the blanket and stood. Keeping her in his arms he pushed her head to lay on his shoulder and nodded to Quill. “Good job boy.” he said before taking the little girl to his room. 

………………………………

Getting to his room he quickly locked the door before taking her over to their nest and gently laying her in it. As soon as he let go of her she backed up to the corner of the bed and looked around the room. Her breathing was fast and uneven. Sitting on the edge of the bed he looked the little girl over while he held his hand over his bleeding arm. She looked only four or five and had messy hair framing her face. Her cheeks were hollowed out and looking at her wrists and ankles he saw the raw areas from where she had been chained up. Swallowing hard he looked up to see her looking at him with fear clear on her face. “Do ya know who I am?” he asked her but saw her shake her head no. Taking a deep breath he thought. “What’s yer name angel?” Again she said nothing. Furrowing his brows he rubbed his face. “Well I’s Yondu… And I think ya my y/n…. I don’t know what happened to ya but I'ma get ya fixed up as soon as I can..”

“Fixed up?” she asked in a soft whisper. “Wrong?” she asked pointing at herself and looking sad.

“No not wrong baby. Ain’t nothing wrong wit ya. Well there is yer supposed ta be older but it ain’t yer fault.” he said and saw the little girl curl up more at his words. Letting out a sigh he rubbed the back of his neck, “Ya hungry darlin’?” he asked and saw her nod shortly. Smiling he stood and went to the intercom, “Kraglin, bring me up a tray of food.”  he said and turned back to the bed. Sighing Yondu looked to see her wincing and rubbing something on her back. Walking over he sat on the bed and looked at her, “mere’ darlin’.” he said but she didn’t move. “Y/n I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Ya and me we’s mates. I take care of ya and I ain’t gonna let no body hurt ya." 

”…The Kree…“ she said in a fearful voice. 

Furrowing his brows he swallowed hard. "They ain’t gonna hurt ya no more baby. Now come mere’ and let me see yer back.” he told her and watched as she slowly crawled over to him. Pulling her to sit in his lap he pulled back the shirt and looked at her back. What he saw made his blood boil. On her left shoulder blade was a brand. He knew she had one before but this one had just been done. The skin was inflamed and from the looks of it infected. Standing he carried her into the bathroom and sat her on the counter while he went and turned on the tub. Walking over to the cabinet he pulled out his med kit and fished out the antiseptic. “Let’s get this off ya darlin’.” he said before helping to pull the over sized shirt over her head. Tossing into the dirty clothes he covered her bottom with a towel while he tended to her back. Running his thumb along side the mark he growled lowly and poured some of the alcohol on it. Hearing the tiny omega cry out and flinch away he rubbed her back and purred, “I know it hurts little one but I’s gotta clean it.” Dabbing at it he looked to see the white cloth coming away purple with her blood. Kissing her head when she cried he finished quickly and carried her over to the tub. She looked amazed by the water and he saw a smile come on her lips when she lifted the bubbles into her hand. Chuckling to himself he knelled beside the tub and poured some of the shampoo into his palm before cleaning her hair. Once he was done he washed her back and handed her the rag, “Think ya can wash the rest of ya’s sweetheart?” he asked and saw her nod. Standing he looked at the door to see Kraglin standing there. Cutting his eyes he moved to the bedroom and pulled his first mate along with him. Seeing the tray of food on the table he turned to the boy. “Any ideas on what caused this?” he asked and saw Kraglin sigh. 

“Not really Cap'n. If it turns people younger, back inta kids then maybe the Kree was using it to keep slaves longer. Turn em’ back ta kids when they got too old ta work. Be an endless supply of slaves." 

Nodding Yondu looked down as he thought. "Get us ta knowhere. Maybe this buyer will know how to reverse it.”

“What ya gonna do if he can’t?” Kraglin asked looking back towards the bathroom. 

Feeling his heart sink Yondu rubbed his face. “I dunno.”

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After her bath Yondu fed her till she couldn’t eat anymore. He bandaged the brand on her back and the wounds on her ankles and wrists. Giving her one of her shirts to wear as a nightgown he tucked her into their bed. Once she was asleep he made his way over to the desk in his room and started looking up anything he could on this weapon. From everything he could gather it was an infinity stone. The time stone. He couldn’t find anything about how the thing worked but came across dozens of times it had been used to wipe out entire species. Leaning back in his chair he heard whimpering and looked over to see the cover in their nest moving slightly. Waiting a few seconds he heard crying and stood to go see what was wrong. Looking down he saw y/n tangled in the blankets crying. Furrowing his brows he sat beside her and stroked the side of her cheek, “Shhh. Hush now little one. Yer safe.” When her small fingers curled around his finger he stilled and looked down at her to see her fall back into a peaceful sleep. Trying to tug his fingers out of her hold she began to whimper. Letting out a huff he pulled away to remove his coat. Hearing her start crying again he whistled softly as he stripped down to his pants. Laying in the bed with her she quickly moved to cuddle into his side with her head on his arm. Seeing her yawn he smiled softly before whistling and making his arrow hit the light-switch. “Goodnight darlin’." 

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The next morning Yondu dressed y/n in one of her shirts with the sleeves rolled up and slipped one of the smaller ravager jackets over her arms before lifting her up and heading out onto Knowhere. The planet was always busy and in a hectic state so he made sure to hold onto you tightly. Slipping a few of the children some spare units he made his way to the collector. Without knocking he went in and saw the man standing by his desk. 

"Ah Mister Udonta, what a pleasure.” Talvin said as he turned. Seeing the child in his arms he raised his brows. “Brought me something extra?” he asked.

Feeling y/n cower in his neck and give a whimper he felt a growl in his throat and glared at the man. “She ain’t fer sale. That damn stone changed er’, made her younger." 

Smirking Talvin raised his brows. "I warned you not to touch it. Powerful magic, infinity stones.”

“Yea yea, don’t really give a shit bout’ em’. I just want my girl back. Do you know how to turn er’ back?”

“Perhaps… for a price.” Talvin smiled. 

Feeling his lip lift in a snarl Yondu raised his chin. “What ya want?" 

Aligning his fingers Talvin walked over to the girl and held his hands out for her. Seeing her curl into the alpha males arms more he looked up at the Centaurian before raising his brows. He watched as the male thought it over before whispering something to her and handing her to him. Taking the child over to the desk he sat her on it and opened a box with candy in it. Seeing her smile he let her pick a piece before closing it and placing the box back on the desk. ” I will turn her back if and only if you give me your word to help look for the other infinity stones. I desire all of them and would like assistance locating them. If you bring me them I will pay you half price.“

Yondu grit his teeth at the deal, knowing that Talvin was getting the upper hand. Looking at his mate he sighed and nodded. "Ya ave’ my word.” he said and saw the male smile and nod his head. Before another word could be said he held out a drink for y/n to take. 

“Drink up my dear.” Talvin said lifting the glass to her lips and making sure she drank it all. 

When he was done Yondu saw as Y/n’s head began to fall and quickly moved to catch her. 

“Do not worry. It will take a few hours for the cure to take effect. Best if you take her to go lay down until then. Have your men bring me the stone and I will transfer the Units to your account.”

Looking down at her half lidded eyes Yondu nodded and lifted her back up into his arms. Carrying her outside he nodded to his men and headed towards the nearest Inn while the ship was being serviced. Ordering a room he saw the receptionist look at y/n before looking back up at him and smirking. Snatching the key from him with a snarl he went up to the room and laid her on the bed. Brushing the hair out of her face he covered her up and headed out of the room, locking the door he made his way down to the bar to order a desperately needed drink.

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Connection.  Read Chap One here. Chap Two. Chap Three. Chap Four. Chap Five. Chap Six.Chap Seven. Chap Eight. Chap Nine. Chap Ten. Chap Eleven.


Sherlock x reader

Summary: an American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.

Word count: 4480

Some lines borrowed from The sign of three in BOLD



It was quiet in the bedroom when you woke. You stretched while scanning the room and both the other side of the bed and the crib were empty. You slid off the bed and pulled your over-sized sweater on then strolled down the hall into the kitchen. Mrs. Hudson was sitting at the table and Will’s booster seat was on the chair next to her along with a messy plate with bits of leftover pancake but no Will. She turned in her seat and smiled. You questioned her silently with a glance at Will’s chair and she pointed to the sitting room.

You walked to the doorway and heat bloomed in your chest. Sherlock was in his chair clearly working a case out in his head and Will was sitting indian style in John’s chair mimicking him right down to the steepled fingers. You turned back to Mrs. Hudson with a grin and whispered, “how long have they been like that?”

“About ten minutes or so. It’s adorable. I don’t know how Will does it.” She tilted her head down and her brow rose, ‘I want a picture.”

You couldn’t argue with her and rushed back to the bedroom for your phone. You walked quietly into the room to get the right angle to capture both of them and hoped Will wouldn’t move. Mrs. Hudson was right, this was adorable. You took a few shots just in case then walked back into the kitchen. Mrs. Hudson put a cup of coffee on the table then looked at the pictures with you. “I want a copy.”

“Of course.”

She glanced back at the sitting room. “They’re getting along quite well. I never thought I’d see the day, Sherlock a daddy.”

You put your phone down and picked up your coffee gazing through the doorway at Sherlock. “I did. I knew it wouldn’t be easy but… I had a feeling he’d be good with Will.” You pictured your father running around the back yard with you and sitting down at his easel as he taught you primary colors and the importance of brush strokes.

“Your parents would’ve been so proud of you.” Mrs. Hudson’s smile was warm and her gaze soft but then something caused you to look closer. She turned looking at Sherlock but you could still make out the smirk and the crinkle at the corner of her eye. “I don’t know how they’d feel about your choice in men, though.”

You chuckled, “you love him. Don’t even try to pretend.”

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Can you do a smut where Bts gets a new member and it's a girl and rapmonster falls in love with her if you know i mean i hope it's not to complicated thanks!

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 You had been a nervous wreck since you moved into the dorm. You had joined the group BTS a couple months earlier as a female rapper and you’d gotten to know almost all of the boys as friends. When the manager told you that you were going to move into the dorm with them and you had a mini panic attack.

You were ok with the idea of living with all of them except Namjoon. He made you nervous. When he would walk into the room, you became painfully aware of his existence. He would look in your direction, your face would get hot, and you’d start to stutter and lose your trail of thought. You got along with him fine. He would always ask for your help with a move in dance practice. He would bring you breakfast in the morning if you didn’t have enough time to make it yourself. He’d would even talk to you about his favorite music and ask you about lyrics. Despite everything, he’d done and how welcome he made you feel you still could not bring yourself to look him in the eye. The only time you would even look at his face was when he was looking the opposite direction.

You were stuck with bedroom right next to his. Each morning you would walk out of you room to see a shirtless Namjoon walking out of his door. You’d mistakenly make eye contact with him and he’d smirk down at you. Then you’d mutter about forgetting something and hurry back into your room. But the worst thing about you room were the wall. They were so thin you could hear him snoring at night. Embarrassed you would always contemplate if he could hear you snoring as well.

You awoke, one night, to a knock at your door. You glanced at your clock, it was 2am. Pulling down the over sized sweatshirt to cover your backside, your bare legs remained uncovered as you slid out of the bed and scurried toward the door. Standing in your doorway was a red faced, concerned looking Namjoon. Surprised you backed up a few steps turning red in the face as well.

“Is everything ok in here _________” he mutter looking down at his feet and playing with his fingers. “I thought I heard you calling my name so I thought maybe you needed something.”

You stood there to trying to wrap your mind around what he just said. You were calling his name? You realize in horror that it must have been in your sleep. You quickly try to remember what kind of dream you were having. To your dismay, you start to slowly remember the sexy dream you had.

“I’m so sorry if I woke you. I didn’t mean to call you; you can go back to bed.” You stammer as you start to close the door. His hand reaches out and stops you. He looks into your eyes.

“Why do you treat me differently than the others? Do you not respect my work as much or do you not like me as a person.” He started to step into your room. Shocked you backed up and let him enter, not trying to resist “Tell me what I can do to make you like me. I really want to get to know you. How can I make this better?” His arms fell to his sides and he slumped over in defeat.

“I don’t feel that way… I-I actually really respect you. You’re my inspiration.” You offer, hoping to make him feel better. Your feelings for him were so strong. Nervously you played with a lose strand of hair that had come out of your ponytail. You never thought you’d make him feel like this.

“Then why do you avoid me? Every time I walk in a room you leave as fast as possible.” He moved to sit on your bed. You turned your face away from him. How could you tell him that you had feeling for him? You were shaken out of your thoughts by a hand pulling you towards the bed. You fell backwards and landed in Rap Mon’s lap. He wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his head in the crock of your neck. His hot breath made your heart skip a beat.  “You make me feel so unhinged. Why do you make me feel this way?” he breathed into your ear.

His cold hands on your skin started a fire inside of you. One of his hands moved to rest on your inner thigh while the other found its way into your shirt. His finger brushed the bottom of your bra.

“Oppa, I don’t think we should be doing this.” You say shakily, but you don’t pull away.  You cursed yourself for saying that. You enjoyed his touch more than you should. You didn’t want him to stop. When his hand slid into your bra you couldn’t help but to think that this must be a dream. It was to perfect.

“Jagi, I wanted you since the day I saw you. Please let me make you feel good.” He said in a low voice. You shivered.

“I want you too.” You admitted. He sighed in relief and pulled you closer to his body. His arousal pushing into your butt. He roughly squeezed your breast before he pulled you sweatshirt over your head. He moved you farther back on the bed. Your head rested on the pillow and he climbed on top of you.

His lips touched yours and something sparked inside of you. You wrapped your legs around him and you moaned into his lips. Never breaking the kiss his hand snaked underneath you and undid your bra. The cool air hit your nipples and they hardened. Namjoon kissed his way down your jawline to your neck. You moaned, and you could feel him smirking into your skin. He kissed his way down onto your chest. His lips capturing your hardened bud. Your fingers snaked into his hair, pulling him closer to your chest.  

He kissed his way down your body. His hands spread your legs. His fingers slowly moved up you thigh teasing you. You were already breathless from the anticipation. His fingers softly brushed your panties. Your hips jerked upward involuntarily. His eyes met yours and he chuckled darkly before brings his lips to kiss the skin dangerously close to your core.

“You’re so wet for me already. Tell me how much you want it.” He demanded kissing your pelvic bone.

“Please, I want it so bad. I can’t stand it.” You breathe desperately, wiggling your hips trying to get some kind of satisfaction. Your eyes close as you try to compose yourself. You were quickly coming undone and you didn’t want to seem so needy. You try to concentrate but your mind spiraled out of control as you feel his hot breath between your legs.

“I’ll give you what you want,” he started smirking in your direction. “But only if you tell me how you feel about me.” His fingers drawing circles on your inner thigh.

“I-I’m in love with you.” You manage to say. You cover your eyes in embarrassment waiting for him to respond. You gasp and your back arches off the bed as you feel him push two fingers inside of you. Your eyes shoot open and you look down at him.

“I like that answer.” He said as he slipped your panties off. His tongue hit you clit and he lazily made circles with it. His fingers moved in and out of you at the same slow pace. You grabbed his silver hair and moaned as his tongue continued to work on you. One of his hands reached up and pinched your nipple. All the pleasure washed over you at the same time and your vision started to become white.

“O-Oppa, I’m so close.” You whine. He started to softly suck on your sensitive bud and it sent you over the edge. You moaned his name as you rode the wave of your orgasm.

You could hear his sliding out of his pants and getting off the bed.

“Get up,” he commanded. You crawled to the edge of the bed on weak legs and you stood next you him. He turned you around so your back was against his chest and grabbed your breast before he bent you over the bed.

Without warning, he plunged into you causing you to cry out in pleasure. He gripped your hips slamming into you from behind. You screamed “Namjoooon!” Your fingers gripped the sheets. The knot in your stomach started to tighten. “Faster” You begged. He grunted and moved faster than you thought was possible. One of his hands slid up your spine. Causing you to arch your back.

“Shit.” He muttered as he moved his hand from your back, and snaked it around your body, finding your clit. His thumb rubbed it causing you to become weak in the knees as your second orgasm shook your whole body. You hear him groan as your orgasm sends him over the edge with you. You both fell onto the bed sweaty and out of breath.

“I love you too,” he said as he looked over at you and smiled. You moved yourself into his arms and started to close your eyes. He pulled the blankets onto the both of you as you started to drift into sleep.

Suddenly you door is thrown open. An angry J Hope stood in the doorway. “Seriously guys, please don’t bang so early in the morning, or do it quietly.” He turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Namjoon chuckled, “I guess we’ll have to be quieter next time.” You laughed as you snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.

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The sunlight hits my face, warming my cheeks. I flutter my eyes giving them time to adjust to the lighting. I brush my hand lightly across my nightstand beside me as I try to find my glasses, which surprisingly haven’t broke yet through the chaos. I bump something and hear it go crashing to the floor, fuck. I sit up and my feet hit the floor, cold and hard. My feet jump from the sudden change of temperature but, I soon adjust. I bend down and fell around to feel just the ground, no glasses. I feel something bump my hand and I freeze.           “ Looking for these? “ I hear someone in a light tone. “ I … Umm.. Yeah. “ I say scared out of my wits. I reach out and feel someones hand and jerk away not expecting for it to be there. I push my hand out to the same spot and feel around and grab my glasses from the unknowns hands. I attempt to clean them off with my shirt with the best of my abilities. I slide them onto my ears and my vision goes from foggy and blurry to crystal clear. I look up and see Carl standing their trying to hold in a laugh. I jump up and tackle him into a hug. “ What the heck.. You scared the living hell outta me. “ I say laughing as I let him go. “ Just come on to breakfast, everyone was worried about you. “ He says laughing as he walks out. I open my drawer and pull on an over-sized sweater and some shorts. I know it’s dumb to where shorts as cold as it is but, it’s all I have that’s not drenched with blood. I walk out and down the stairs rubbing my eyes and yawning. I walk through the cell bars and into the cell block with the tables and chairs. I see everyone sitting down eating cereal and some sort of meat. As soon as I take a step towards the table the sound of chatter comes to a end and all eyes are on me. I scan my eyes around the table and see Daryl looking me up and down. His eyes are scanning back up and they reach mine. He quickly looks down at his bowl and twiddles the spoon around. “ Morning. “ I say sitting down scratching my head. Everyone responds in a group “ Morning. “ I look around and chuckle at the silence and lay my head down on the table. “ Hey you okay? “ Rick asks me while putting his hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly. If I were to be honest no I am not okay. I am contemplating life and how I am supposed to live like this. When will it end? The constant fear of if I will make it to see the sun rise. “ Yeah.. “ I say lifting my head up to look Rick in the eyes. “ Hey.. someone needs to go on a run today to the nearest town. “ He says looking me in the eyes. “ I guess you want to volunteer? “ I say laughing at the idea. He just looks at me as I stare back. “ Fucking fine… I am going to need someone to go with me. “ I say looking around the table to see if there is any takers to the idea. I lock eyes with Daryl yet again I can see his lips parting then closing again, second guessing his words. “ I’ll go with her… “ He says pushing himself up off the seat and pulling my sweater from the back out of my seat. I turn around and follow him out the prison door, “ So how are we going about this. “ I say questioning the theory behind this. “ Just see what we can find. “ He mumbles throwing his leg over his motorcycle. He offers me and hand of help. I gladly take his hand and throw my leg over and hold onto him tightly. We ride down the pathway and through the gates. We reach a pub on the side of the road and I quickly hop off and go to open the door and rush in. “ I got this, You stay here. Stay safe… “ He says going into the house before I could objectify in any way. “ Fine.. “ I mumble. I sit with my head in my palms and just think of everything… I mean everything. How the world still works after the outbreak, how I will survive through this hell, and lastly how does one still find the time to fall in love with all the shit in the world? I feel a hand go over my mouth and grab me up putting a gun to my head. “ Now pretty girl, You can’t be out here on your own can you? “ The mystery person whispers in my ear. They loosen their grip on my mouth to let me mumble some words out. I think about my options… Fuck it. I bite their hand and they pull it away grabbing it and shouting in pain. I run into the pub and close the door and stuck a chair under it. I ran upstairs and found Daryl rummaging through some drawers. I run and grab his shoulder turning him around. “ What it is? Look like you just saw a ghost. “ He says chuckling with a concerned voice. I look at him but his eyes are behind me, he tries to draw his crossbow but I feel the same hand yank me back and cover my mouth. I hear them laugh “ I knew you weren’t alone sweety. “ They say groping me. “ The fun i’ll have with you. “ They say moving their hand up my shirt. I close my eyes and think about how the worry would be gone if they killed me now. Tears stream down my face thinking of it all. My thought cloud is destroyed when I hear an arrow wiz past my head and I feel the hands fall and the a crash on the ground. I try to walk to Daryl but I collapse. My breath full and ragged, heart rate raised. I have absolutely no control over my body other than my thoughts sorta. I feel Daryl grab me in his arms and stoke my hair whispering sweet nothings into my ear. “ You will be okay, I got you… I love you… You’ll make it through this…. Just breath… “My breathing regulates and I stop shaking. I try to stand up and actually walk but, I fall into his arms. “ I’ll carry you to the bike. “ He says scooping me into his arms. I look him in the eyes and see love and compassion in his. I lift my head up to meet his lips and breath out the words “ I love you too. “ Before kissing him hard as he kissed back. 

Risky Business

Request: 

  • Please do a midnight memories continuation smut but it gets really fluffy at the end?
  • Please do a continuation of midnight memories i would really like if you would continue it i really enjoyed it
  • Please do more midnight memories it is the greatest one so far!! PLEASE!!
  • PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO A SMUTTY MIDNIGHT MEMORIES?!?!? I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER!

Part 1

“Frank.”

“Hmm?”

“What if you’re mom walks in?” Frank pulled away and glance at his door, doubling checking to see if it was locked. He looked down at me, rubbing his thumb on my cheek reassuringly.

“She won’t, the door’s locked.”

“But-”

“It will be fine babe, just go with it,” he whispered before kissing me, drowning out all of my worries. Our parents still didn’t know about us, mainly because if we told them we were dating, we could kiss our sleepovers goodbye. Usually our sleepovers haven’t changed, except some cuddling and kissing. But when we tried to watch Friends With Benefits, it got heated. Now, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. His hand moved down to my shirt, pulling the over sized shirt over my head. We both paused at the sound of a door shutting, listening to the sound of footsteps above us. I sighed in relief when I heard the shower start up, signaling Mr. Iero would be distracted for a while. His lips rocked against mine smoothly, lightly nipping and sucking on my bottom lip. I whimpered and moved to his pants, pulling the Star Wars pajama pants down to his ankles. He sat up, reaching under his bed and pulled out a small tin box. Fiddling with the built in padlock, he opened the lid and pulled out a condom. I suddenly felt very nervous, Frank and I have had sex before, but this was risky. We always made sure it was 100% safe, but now both of his parents were home. But yet, something about the risk of getting caught was exciting. “Are you…are you ready?”

“Yeah, i’m ready.” He nodded and resumed his old position, hoisting himself up with one hand and tugging my shorts down with the other. I pulled his boxers down as he tore the wrapper open with his teeth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stopped at my entrance.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed me passionately as he slowly entered me. I held back a moan, gripping onto his shoulders. 

“Oh god,” frank groaned through gritted teeth. “Can I move?”

“Please.” He smirked and slowly pulled out, then back in. His thrust got harder, going as fast as he could without the bed squeaking. I moaned loudly when he pushed past my g-spot, making his hand fly up to cover my mouth.

“You gotta stay quiet, baby,” he reminded gently. I bit down harshly on my lip as he continued to hit the bundle of nerves, causing it to bleed lightly.

“I’m so close Frank.”

“Me t-too,” he barely finished before slamming into me hard and locking his hips. My eyes squeezed shut and I moaned into his hand as I hit my orgasm. My nails raked up and down his back as the pleasure washed over my body. He pulled out and flopped down next to me, peeling off the condom and throwing it in the trash can next to his night stand. “That was incredible,” he panted.

“I know, we should do it slow more often.” My heart sank at the knock on the door.

“Frank?” Shit, we completely forgot about his dad.

“O-One second!” We both jumped up from the bed, Frank pulling his pants up and throwing his shirt on while I gathered my clothes. “Hurry, go in the bathroom.” I nodded and quickly shut and locked the door in Frank’s bathroom. I could hear the door open. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, the pizza’s here.”

“O-Okay cool, y/n is in the bathroom so we’ll be out in a minute.”

“Alright…your shirt’s on backwards.”

“W-What?”

“Your shirt, Frank. It’s on backwards.”

“Oh oh I must have, um, I wasn’t really paying attention. Whoops,” Frank giggled nervously.

“Whatever you say kiddo.” The door shut and there was a brief pause.

“Okay it’s safe.”

“Really Frank? You put your shirt on wrong?”

“Don’t’ judge me I was in a hurry.”

Christmas Wishes (Sehun)

Originally posted by sebaeked

Type: Fluff

Request: Can you do an SeHun scenario where you give him a positive pregnancy test as a christmas gift after you both have been trying for a baby for a while? ^w^


You cheered lightly as you held the small test close to you. You jumped up and down once more before tucking the test into your pocket and pulled the over sized sweat you had on over it. You took the pregnancy test box and folded it up nicely. Putting it into the vase you had on top of the toilet.

Smiling you headed to your room and grabbed a small gift box you had planned just for this moment from your pants drawer. Nearly two years of trying and married nearly four. You and Sehun were finally given what you wanted so dearly. A baby. You came out of your room and headed to the living room putting the box under the tree along with the others.

“Another present?” he asked as you nodded sitting down beside him on the couch. “Thinking about soemthing?” you asked him resting your head onto his shoulder before he laid his on yours. “Thinking about when we can start finally putting toys and other things under the tree” he says as you smile. “You know even if we can’t have our own. We should still have children. I want to adopt a sweet little kid who deserves all the love in the world” he said as he linked your fingers with his.

You felt warmth take you over at his words “I think that’s an amazing idea” you say quietly. “Yeah? Do you really want to adopt?” he asked looking at you. “I want to give them a good life. A great home. A great dad” you tell him as he leans in and kisses you. “You forgot an amazing and loving mother” he told you as you chuckled.

The next morning you smiled as you two sat by the tree “open this one first” you said as you passed him the box “what’s so importan-” he started after he open the box. His eyes welled up instantly as he let out a soft laugh clutching the box tightly in his hands. He leaned forward as he let out a happy sob putting down the box he scooted over and wrapped his arms around you crying on you. “Were gonna be parents” he cried happily as you leaned down kissing his head enjoying his happy tears.

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Sehun was brushing his teeth he picked up the empty tube of toothpaste tossing into the trashcan but missed hitting the vase above the toilet. He quickly panicked hoping it didn’t make much noise before he picked up the plastic vase. He realized something was tucked into it and shook it out. He smiled largely as he realized it was the pregnancy test box from four years ago.

“Say I need to brush my teeth daddy” you coo as you bring a happy little boy into the bathroom. “I brush too” Aera said as she came it. He smiled down at his daughter picking her up and placing her down on the counter grabbing her cute tooth brush along with a car one.

The little one in your arms was Chungjae. He was the sweet little 2 year old you that the two of you talked about adopting those years ago. “Show daddy your teeth” Sehun says as he looked at your daughter “such pretty teeth” he said as he handed her the brush. “Show daddy your teeth” he repeats looking at your son who opened his mouth widely “ah just as perfect” he cooed handing him the brush which he just put in his mouth and you grabbed it helping him brush his teeth.

“Santa is coming tomorrow are you guys excited?” he asks as he gets blocked answers as the pair brushed. “Look what I found” he said holding up.the folded box that was on the counter. “Wow I forgot about it” you say as you look at it. “It’s a sweet memory but its trash” he said as you chuckle allowing him to throw it out. “What’s that?” Aera asked as she spat out the paste from her mouth. Sehun smiled wiping the spit and toothpaste from her chin.

“The box that helped mommy and daddy know that the stork brought us a perfect little Christmas present. You” he said getting her a cup of water and kissing her head. “What about Chungjae?” she asked. “Ah see Chungjae was someone else’s present orginially but mommy and daddy managed to get him in the end” he told her as he smiled. “You stole him?” she asked “no no he was another Christmas present just like you” he said as you chuckled at the pair. “Say bedtime. We got to sleep soon Santa will be here tonight” you say to Chungjae “bedtime” he repeated as Sehun picked Aera up and you two made your way to their rooms.

Once they both were asleep you guys went to your bedroom getting the presents from the closet. “You know we only have about 6 more years all together. Kids stop believing in Santa around age 8” he says as you roll your eyes “don’t worry” you say. “What do you mean?” he asked “we have time to increase those years” you flirt as you two make your way out to the living room with the presents. “Wanna give me an early Christmas present?” he says. “So that you can have a late one?” you ask as he wiggles his brows placing the gifts under the tree.

I... Love you *Wanda Maximoff x Reader*

Originally posted by midgardianqueenofmischief

Requested by Anon-Can I have Wanda x fem reader where Wanda is trying to tell the reader she loves her for the first time lots of fluff and smut?
Warnings: Swearing and implied smut-maybe
Admins Note: I am not writing full-on smut because I am not at the point where I am comfortable writing it, hopefully in the upcoming weeks I can commit to writing something good on smut, for now I am just levelling myself. Hope you enjoy this, I love writing Wanda requests, she is so perfect. LOOK AT HER, OH MY GUHD… I am so deeply in love with Wanda its unreal.
 


Yourself and Wanda had been a committed relationship for almost six months, ever since she officially joined the Avengers you started to have feelings, you were the first to make a move and actually ask her out. Everyone loved you both together, believing you were meant to be with each other, and you agreed. 

Despite this, neither of you have actually said those three words, not that it mattered-you both knew how each felt and you have a difficult time showing or expressing emotions. That might also be why you hadn’t even fully done the deed yet either, you’ve kissed and gone nearly all the way but never actually full committed, something either stopped you or it just didn’t feel like the right time for you or Wanda.

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Imagine during the winter when the outside chill manages to sneak into your house during the night, you find Jack’s sweater a few feet from your bed. You wouldn’t dare leave Jack’s warm embrace in bed without something to keep the warmth in. You snatch it quickly from the chair, and sit up in bed.

“Baby, where you going?” you hear him groggily ask you.

“I have to pee,” you chuckle, pulling the over sized sweater over you.

It smells like him. A comforting, sweet scent that fills your lungs every time you took in a small breath. You feel his hand slip underneath the cloth, rubbing the small of your back.

“Come back soon,” he says, “It gets cold in here without you.”

You smile down at him. “Be back in a bit,” you say, bending down to kiss his pouty lips.

He watches your hips sway side to side as you move away. Something in his twitches very slightly seeing your legs, and knowing your partially naked underneath his sweater. The thought of your bare skin grazing the smooth cotton sent another twitch that went ignored. He’d definitely wear that today….once he wrestled it off of you, of course.

Riley’s New Look.

Prompt: Riley works really hard to make it on the cheer leading squad senior year but when she finds out her “look” is whats keeping her from joining, she decides its time for a little change. 
Word Count: 2,355

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The surge of confidence she felt as she landed a cartwheel left the biggest smile on her face. It was Riley’s senior year and she was finally going out for the cheer leading team. In the past she was proven to be not the most graceful or coordinated but over the summer she took gymnastic classes that really helped her get in control of her long limbs and clumsy nature. She was actually really good now. She always had the rhythm she just needed to nail the tricks and surprisingly enough she did.

After her tryouts she waited patiently for the team captain to post the new members list. She had waited for this day since she was in middle school. She was never good enough to make the team and even though she was relentless they never really gave her a chance. All of that was about to change. Or so she thought.

She watches Carly Santino post the paper on the bulletin board and waits for the small crowd of students to diminish. Anxiously she walks up to the board and runs her finger down the rather short list of names…she wasn’t on it.

It wasn’t like Riley to confront someone but this was something she just couldn’t let go of despite her friends pleas. So after school she hangs back to talk to the captain. She knew she didn’t stand a chance before but now that she was actually good it just didn’t make sense to her.

“Carly, can I talk to you for a sec?” Riley asks, grabbing the girls’ attention as she’s exiting the gym.

“Sure Riley, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering why I didn’t make the team.” She tries to keep her voice calm and steady as she continues. “I mean, is there something I need to work on –.”

“You were great Riley.” She reassures her. “It’s not your skills that need work.”

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow at the stunning redhead. “What is it then?”

Carly sighs and rests her hand on Riley’s shoulder as to soften the blow. “It’s your look.”

Riley stares down at her outfit and back up at the girl. “My look?”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re super cute it’s just we’re not looking for cutesy adorable. We have a certain image and if I’m being honest you lack the c–.”

“Say no more.” She cuts her off, not wanting to hear anymore. “Thanks for being honest.”

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