removal proceedings

One of my friends from school was kidnapped this week by ICE

Cal State Los Angeles student Claudia Rueda taken by ICE this morning. Please mobilize and spread the word #FreeClaudia

“Early this morning, Border Patrol conducted a raid in Boyle Heights kidnapping Claudia Rueda outside her home in Boyle Heights, immigrant rights organizer with the Los Angeles Immigrant Youth Coalition and student at Cal State Los Angeles. Claudia most recently lead a campaign to free her mom, Teresa, from ICE detention after Border Patrol agents similarly kidnapped Teresa from their home.

When the officials showed up this morning, family members knew not to open the door since the agents couldn’t produce a warrant. But they got to Claudia anyway while she was outside moving the family’s car. For several hours her family had no idea where she was.

Claudia has lived in the US nearly her entire life. She participated in college-prep programs, was a student at UC Santa Cruz, and transferred to Cal State LA where she is currently studying Latin American Studies and has the support of many professors and campus organizations.Claudia has been preparing for apply for DACA but had been unable to gather the money for the filing fees.

Claudia’s best friend states: “Claudia is an extremely supportive, empowering, and hard working friend. All throughout high school, she encouraged students to continue their studies in higher education, becoming involved in afterschool programs like ESCALERA. Throughout our college career, she has continuously supported me, offered her home, and her wisdom to continue being a hardworking student and following our passions.”

Call Border Patrol in Chula Vista at 619-498-9750 to demand DHS not initiate removal proceedings and release Claudia to let her apply for DACA and get back to her family and completing finals.

“Hi, my name is ________________, and I am a concerned community member calling in support of Claudia Sarahi Rueda Vidal, DOB: 1/15/95, a DACA eligible youth, college student and beloved community member from Boyle Heights. Claudia has been a mentor in the community to other youth and has long fought for justice for others. I demand that Border Patrol release her to her family and community to let her apply for DACA with USCIS.”

FIGHT DEPORTATIONS BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!
FIGHT ICE WITH FIRE!


*** this is a copy and paste from her group’s Facebook. Claudia was head of a group of people that collaborated with my MSA and BLACK student union as well as the transgender rights/undocumented students group TRUCHA at our school. This is clearly a targeted attack because of her activism. I desperately need everyone’s help in trying to free her.

Reconciled

Originally posted by yoonseok

Paring; Min Yoongi x Reader

✎ Words; 3.4k

✎ Genre; Slight angst, smut, some fluff (Mostly smut) 

Warnings; Cussing, face riding, light bondage, Min Yoongi being called ‘Kitten’ 

✎ Summary; Despite Yoongi promising to be home early on your anniversary, he completely forgets. The two of you end up having an argument and you offer him a way to make it up to you. 

or

You and Yoongi have makeup sex, plot twist, he’s the sub (well kinda a sub, for a little anyway)

Request from: @taehyungieshands

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long.

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Storms and Visitors {Sirius Black x Reader} *SMUT*

Blessing your feeds with some SMUT SMUT SMURT SMUT. This was so worth it to write. Next one will be Remus ;)

Regulus invites you at his house to stay for the night until the storm stops but Sirius has other plans.

WARNING: SMUT, DOMINANT!SIRIUS, SEXUAL THEMES, WASH YOUR EYES WITH SOAP AFTER READING THIS

Enjoy! @allertonn

xx

When the hard rain and the thunder rumbled into a magnificent chaos in the night sky, Disappparating was simply not an option. It was a huge mistake to leave the house especially for (Y/n). She had not yet learned how to Disapparate properly and even worse, she was stuck in Diagon Alley. Everyone had ran for cover as soon as the rain poured heavily and (Y/n) quickly stayed at Madam Malkin’s when she heard someone call her name.

“(Y/n)?” Regulus said, walking towards her with a smile. “How nice to see you here.”

“Regulus!” She exclaimed, clearly surprised as well to find her housemate in the shop. She came up to him with a long embrace before pulling back. “The weather’s crazy, isn’t it? A storm right in the middle of summer.”

“Yeah, it’s quite strange,” he agreed. “How are you?”

“Fine as usual. What’re you buying, by the way?” (Y/n) asked, peeking curiously at the coat he carried in his arm.

“Oh, I didn’t buy anything. This is my brother’s,” he said, showing the black coat with several holes. “He came to visit today since our parents aren’t home. I’m just getting it fixed for him.”

“That’s so sweet of you!” (Y/n) smiled, making Regulus blush.

“I guess so. We may hate each other but we’re still brothers,” he chuckled, rubbing his neck, a habit both Black brothers had when they wanted to ask something nervously. “Hey, listen, do you know how to get back home by yourself?”

“I’m still figuring it out. The rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping,” (Y/n) replied, looking up at the ceiling where she can hear the hard pitter patters of the rain.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my house for the night. It’s quite late and I know you live very far but my house is near by. We can take some Floo powder instead so we won’t have to get wet.”

“Are you sure, Regulus? I-I don’t want to be a bother or anything…”

“It’s fine! I’m sure my brother won’t mind,” he reassured, “but if you don’t want, that’s fine too. I completely understand if you don’t want to come with me–”

“Regulus,” she comforted, “Thank you.”

She held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder as he lines up in front of the counter with a smile on his face.

Green flames erupted from the ashes of the fireplace in Grimmauld Place and out came (Y/n) first, shortly followed by Regulus. The dining room was dark and empty except their house elf who was carrying a silver tray.

“Welcome home, Master Regulus,” he greeted, “Kreacher sees his master brought company. How nice.”

“Oh, Kreacher, this is (Y/n). She’s staying her until the storm stops,” Regulus said, shaking off his coat and hanging it on the chair before taking a seat.

“Would the young miss like some tea?” Kreacher offered, showing her his silver tray full of teacups and teabags. “The bloodtraitor hates anything Kreacher gives. Kreacher thinks he should not eat anymore. Filthy bloodtraitor–”

“Just chamomile for me, thank you,” (Y/n) said, not wanting to hear what else he has to say about Sirius who just came down from the stairs.

“Regulus, is that you?” He called from behind the door before entering the dining room, his eyes immediately setting on (Y/n).

“Didn’t know your girlfriend will be here,” Sirius smirked as he leaned against the door frame. He was incoming his seventh year already and (Y/n) felt her heart race.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Sirius. She’s my…friend,” Regulus said the last part softly.

“I’m (Y/n). I’m just staying here for the night. I promise I won’t try to be a bother–”

“Hey, no worries. I don’t mind a little company,” Sirius said, “Regulus, why don’t you show her to our guest room? I’m sure she’s exhausted.”

(Y/n) have known about Sirius and the troubles he would cause back in Hogwarts but she had never expected him to be very welcoming especially to someone who was a Slytherin like his whole family. She imagined he would be more cold and maybe even worse but she was happy to know that he was polite and kind.

The two brothers led her to their guest room which had a large, four poster bed with a chandelier hanging on top. It was nice and clean and obviously, painted in gray and green. Regulus walked in to make sure it was comfortable enough for her when he heard the thunder rumble outside.

“The rain’s not stopping but I hope you’ll be able to get some rest. I’m assuming you’ve had dinner already?”

“Yeah,” (Y/n) answered before walking towards him. “Thank you for letting me stay. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be soaking wet in Diagon Alley.”

“You’re welcome,” he whispered shyly, feeling his cheeks redden once more. “If you need anything, I’ll be down the hall.”

“Thank you. Good night, Regulus.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

The door creaked softly as the brother entered the room. He kept his footsteps light while his eyes watched (Y/n)’s chest rise up and down, her hand holding tight onto the pillow as she dreamed. Her neck was completely exposed but as he approached her closer, he saw that she was only dressed in her lace underwear.

Sirius felt himself harden at the sight, not being able to contain the temptation any longer. He crawled slowly and gently on top of her. He trailed his lips from her collarbone up to her throat until he reached her chin. She really looked delectable.  She moaned at the feeling, the sound driving him insane as he kissed her neck.

Sirius…”

He pulled away at the mention of his name, checking if she was awake. Her eyelids slowly opened as he watched her carefully but she did not seem surprised. She smiled and slipped her fingers through his thick, dark locks.

“Why’d you stop, darlin’?”

Sirius immediately dove in to taste her lips. He kissed her rapaciously, his tongue begging for entrance, needing to feel the sensation of her tongue playing with his. She allowed him to slip inside while grinding against the tent that had formed in his trousers. It made him moan and even want her more. Throwing his shirt aside, he licked his lip and stripped her off her undergarments before proceeding to remove his pants. His cock was already aching from the tight confines of his jeans and the dark spot on his boxers was enough evidence to show her how much he wanted her. He licked her neck up and down before he bit her earlobe softly, his hand trailing down to her breasts. He pinched her nipple between his fingers and as she let out a moan, he began to massage her.

“ ‘Been wanting this now, haven’t you?” He teased, sucking onto the spot right below her ear. He lowered his hand further, his palm feeling every inch of her skin as he guided his fingers to her entrance where he felt her already soaking wet.

He teased her lips by rubbing his finger up and down and barely slipping in the tip of his finger. The combination of his kisses on her neck and his teasing made her almost control. Her hips bucked at his hand, making him chuckle.

“Please, Sirius. N-Need you…”

“Hm, maybe not yet, love.” He said, pulling back his fingers and putting them into his mouth while she watched him. As much as he wanted to tease her, he himself also wanted to taste her more and so he stretched her legs wide open. Seeing her dripping for him made him growl hungrily. He kissed her inner thighs softly before dragging his tongue on her clit and slowly slipping into two of his fingers inside.

“Oh God…” She let out, holding onto his hair as an effort to get him closer. Sirius immediately got her message, moving his fingers in and out rapidly, making her clench tight. He alternated between moving his fingers inside and sticking his tongue in, both giving her the pleasure she so desired. As her climax neared, Sirius pulled out his fingers and concentrated on giving her release with his tongue.

Her hands gripped onto his hair, allowing him to moan into her and sending vibrations. He removed his boxers while keeping his mouth on her entrance and with a buck of her hips and a loud moan, she came on his tongue.

He lapped onto her juices both inside and out. He wanted to make sure he tasted every drop of her essence before he pulled away. She was breathing heavily as she watched him smirk and hover above her.

“How was it?”

“Good…good…” She breathed but Sirius was not yet finish.

He teased the head of his cock up and down her entrance, slicking her with her own juices, his precum, and his saliva. (Y/n) instinctively rose her hips to let him slide in but he held her hips to prevent her from moving.

“Tell me, love. Is this what you want?”

“Sirius, please…I want you.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, her arms around his neck. “I’m ready for you.”

He stopped teasing her for a while, his lips coming down onto hers. He kissed her lightly, in contrast to how he started earlier. He moved his lips against her in a sweet and delicate way as though she was fragile. She kissed him back lovingly before she felt him slightly push in his cock to her wet entrance. He pulled back and pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, eyes on each other. She nodded at him before he slid all the way into her tight core where she welcomed him. He bottomed out and started to move, stretching her for his thick length.

Gentle and slow was his pace as he whispered praises to her ear, reminding her how good she made him feel and how tight she was becoming. She was like a euphoric pill and his own, personal nirvana. The sounds she made as he continued to push in and out of her were angelic and flawless, though every once in a while, he would kiss her to keep her voice down so as to prevent her from waking up his brother.

“We don’t want any one to interrupt us now, do we?” He whispered, kissing her cheek.

Her climax was beginning to start once more as Sirius decided to speed up his thrusts. From slow and gentle, his pace became hard and fast. He was becoming erratic and rough since he was also starting to feel himself close. He kept his thrusts powerful, the head of his cock hitting her spot repeatedly.

“(Y/n), gonna cum! Gonna cum inside!”

“Come on, Sirius. I’m close too.”

The two moaned in chorus and with one last push, Sirius felt himself spill inside her. She came as soon as she felt the warm sensation flood her core, her juices mixing in with his. He kept himself inside her for a few minutes even as he softened, his face buried in her neck. He trailed kisses on her skin once more before he pulled out and laid back down beside her, the two panting heavily. After a few minutes of rest, they both fell asleep through the stormy night.

U.S. PRESIDENT AND SCARY VIOLENT CANE-BEATER ANDREW JACKSON WAS ONCE IN A DUEL WITH A LAWYER NAMED CHARLES DICKINSON. JACKSON SENT DICKINSON A LETTER DEMANDING SATISFACTION AFTER DICKINSON CALLED HIM “A POLTROON AND A COWARD” WHICH I IMAGINE MUST HAVE BEEN AN INSULT WORTHY OF A MURDER-FIGHT IN THE EARLY 19TH CENTURY

THE TWO AGREED TO HAVE A DUEL BY PISTOLS. JACKSON’S STRATEGY WAS TO DELAY HIS SHOT AND ALLOW DICKINSON TO FIRE FIRST, SINCE HE WAS AN EXPERT MARKSMAN AND JACKSON WAS COUNTING ON DICKINSON’S IMPULSE TO SHOOT BEFORE HE GETS SHOT TO IMPAIR HIS AIM.

IF THIS STRATEGY WORKED, BY THE RULES OF THE DUEL DICKINSON WOULD HAVE HAD TO STAND STILL WHILE JACKSON CAREFULLY AIMED AND TOOK HIS SHOT, WHICH IS WHAT JACKSON WAS COUNTING ON. IF IT DIDN’T WORK, THE RISK WOULD BE THAT JACKSON WOULD BE SHOT DEAD BEFORE HE COULD TAKE HIS SHOT.

THE RESULT WAS A CROSS BETWEEN THE TWO. DICKINSON DID NOT MISS, HE HIT JACKSON CLOSS TO THE HEART, BUT JACKSON SURVIVED, LINED UP HIS SHOT WITH A BULLET IN HIS CHEAT, AND SHOT DICKINSON DEAD.

TWENTY THREE YEARS LATER, ANDREW JACKSON WAS SWORN IN AS UNITED STATES PRESIDENT WITH THAT SAME BULLET STILL IN HIS CHEST, AS IT WAS TOO CLOSE TO HIS HEART FOR THE DOCTORS TO SAFELY REMOVE. HE THEN PROCEEDED TO GENOCIDE A LOT OF NATIVE AMERICANS AND HIT A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE ABOUT THE FACE AND BODY WITH HIS CANE AND GENERALLY SCARE THE BAJESUS OUT OF EVERYBODY.

ALSO I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANYBODY REBLOGGING THIS WITH THE ATTITUDE THAT ANDREW JACKSON IS A BADASS. HE’S NOT. HE WAS A DANGEROUS VIOLENT SADIST WHO LIKED TO HURT PEOPLE AND SOMEHOW MANAGED TO TRICK AND DECEIVE HIS WAY INTO A POSITION OF POWER WHERE HE COULD HURT EVEN MORE PEOPLE. THAT IS THE MORAL OF THIS STORY.

“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Originally posted by wonshu

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!


“Noooona.”

That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

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Prompt #1

 This took way longer than it should have done… Anyway, this is for the two anons who both sent in similar requests!

Warning: smut, rated M

Hello,angel! I just want to give you a Malec prompt because I really like the way you write them. :) So basically Alec hears Magnus speak/sing something in Spanish and is angry and grumpy because he’s probably the only one who doesn’t understand and can’t talk this language (Izzy& Simon are like perf, Clary and Jace have the basics) . When he tells Magnus, the warlock decides to teach him, but in more intimate and erotic way, while they are in the bedroom. 


“Alec, are you okay?” Magnus asked, suddenly interrupting the previous fifteen minutes of complete silence.

They were sitting on opposite sides of the bed, the mattress between them  cold and the air between them still. Which was fine. Magnus of all people knew that everyone needed some quiet-time every now and again. He was spending this particular quiet-time reading his battered copy of Wuthering Heights for the nth time. Alec, however, did nothing except stare down at his fingers which must have been absolutely fascinating as they fiddled with the frayed hem of his baggy t-shirt.

Nonchalantly, Alec turned his head and said, “Yeah, I’m fine,” his eyes directed at Magnus but not looking directly at Magnus.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Alec nodded and shrugged. At the same time.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Magnus deadpanned.

With an arduous sigh, Alec said, “I’m fine. Really.”

After folding down the top of the page carefully, Magnus snapped the book shut and placed it on the bed-side table, then turned back to Alec. “You haven’t exactly been talkative this evening,” he stated. “Not that you’re usually particularly talkative… Let me paraphrase that: you haven’t exactly been more talkative than the less than talkative but sometimes pretty talkative that you usually are.”

Alec snorted and, despite trying as hard as possible to keep his expression stony, a tiny smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Mission accomplished, Magnus thought, feeling very pleased with himself.

“Really. It’s nothing, Magnus,” Alec eventually said.

“Well it’s your loss,” the warlock said, still not entirely convinced.

And then the silence returned.

“Did I do something?” Magnus asked.

“No,” Alec said in the most unconvincing way possible.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Magnus informed him. “And don’t think that I don’t recognise the silent treatment when I’m given it.”

“How am I giving you the silent treatment?” Alec exclaimed, a hint of uneasy indignation in his voice. “I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

“Alexander.”

“What?”

“You know what.”

“I actually don’t.”

The warlock rolled his eyes to the ceiling and sent a quick prayer to any deity who may be listening. “Alexander,” he sang.

“Magnus,” he sang in reply.

“Don’t make me come over there,” Magnus warned.

“I’m not-”

Too late. Magnus was already crawling towards Alec and before the Shadowhunter could react, he was straddling Alec’s legs. “Come on. Talk to Aunty Maggie.”

Alec grimaced.

Magnus huffed. “At least give me a clue as to what’s wrong.”

All he got was a slow, displeased blink.

Magnus narrowed his eyes and considered leaving the grumpy Shadowhunter to stew in his own petulance, when a thought suddenly hit him.

Magnus gasped comically, a grin spreading across his face. “I know what it is!”

Alec gave him a sheepish glare.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that Alexander.”

Alec folded his arms across his chest defensively and glared at the duvet beside him. “S'not my fault,” he grumbled.

“Not your fault… what?”

“That I can’t speak Spanish.”

Magnus’ grin dropped from his face. “What?”

Alec’s head snapped up as he realised his mistake. “I thought you said…” At Magnus’ confused expression, he then said, “Wait. Why did you think that…?”

“I thought you were angry because I shrank one of your sweaters when I tried to do the laundry manually!” Magnus exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch as he spoke.

Alec frowned. “You did the laundry manually?”

“Yeah. Whatever. But what do you mean, you can’t speak Spanish?” Magnus asked, completely ignoring that last comment. “Why are you upset because you can’t speak Spanish?”

“You don’t remember, do you.”

“Remember what?…” Magnus asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

Alec bowed his head as he tried to hide the embarrassed blush that tinged his cheeks and he worriedly chewed his bottom lip.

Magnus was still straddling Alec’s legs as he sat in thought. He wracked his brain for something- anything. He’d tried to run through all the events of the day in his head, remembering what he did first thing in the morning, and then at midday, and then-

Oh.

Alec seemed to pick up on Magnus’ realisation, as he then said, “I know it’s not a big deal and I know you didn’t say anything bad, but Izzy and Simon understood you, and so did Clary and Jace and I–” He took in a deep breath. “I just want to know what you said.”

“You could have asked-”

“I did,” Alec said quickly. “But you… I don’t think you heard me at the time. And you had clients in the afternoon, so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Not knowing how to respond to that, Magnus found himself yet again speechless because of Alec, who seemed so insecure and uncomfortable as he confessed what had been on his mind. This was a shadowhunter who was insecure about not being able to speak Spanish. Most shadowhunters, Magnus knew, would never find it in themselves to care about something as mundane as that. But Alec wasn’t most shadowhunters, and although Magnus already knew this, he still found himself surprised at some of the smallest things that Alec would do.

So Magnus leaned in and kissed him. The contact was slow and gentle, but deliberate. It was clear that Alec hadn’t been expecting it, but he eventually relaxed into the familiar contact and brought his warm hands up to the back of Magnus’ neck and rested them there as if the touch reassured him.

When Magnus pulled away slightly, Alec softly asked, a smile in his voice, “What was that for?”

“For being you,” Magnus answered easily.

With a light snort, Alec told Magnus, “You know, I still want to know what you said earlier.”

Magnus paused, in thought.

“It wasn’t anything bad, was it?” Alec suddenly said, worry creeping into his voice.

“No! No, of course not!” Magnus exclaimed.

“Then why…”

Magnus smirked, and then he was kissing Alec again, slow and teasing. The shadowhunter couldn’t resist at first, but when he seemed to gather his senses, he pushed against Magnus’ chest and pulled away. “Seriously, Magnus, I want to know what you said!”

“All in good time, my dear,” the warlock teased, taking Alec’s wrists and slowly moving them apart as he moved forwards and pressed his entire body against Alec’s so that he couldn’t escape. He nipped and kissed his way down the side of Alec’s neck, following the large, inky-black pattern of the deflect rune and ignoring Alec’s continued complaints as he did so.

As he reached the collar of the shirt, he released Alec’s wrists to snap away the inconvenience, causing Alec to squirm beneath Magnus as goosebumps broke out over his tattooed torso. Before Alec could push him off, the warlock snaked his magic around his wrists to keep him in place.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Alec cried indignantly, pushing against the force holding him down but to no avail.

“Did I ever mention being fair?” Magnus drawled. “I think not.”

And then he snapped away the last of the material between them: his own dressing-gown and Alec’s boxers. Alec blushed heavily as he lay completely bare beneath Magnus, who was equally naked. Even though Magnus had seen him naked many times before, the shadowhunter’s pulse would always increase nervously as his clothes were removed.

Magnus then proceeded to make sure Alec was as unselfconscious as possible. He pressed his lips in an open-mouthed kiss to every rune and scar that painted Alec’s chest and stomach, tracing the lines with the tips of his fingers as he went. Alec had ceased straining against the magic that bound his wrists, instead yielding completely to Magnus’ power and relaxed slightly.

When Magnus reached Alec’s throbbing erection, he didn’t dive in straight away. First, he kissed and licked at Alec’s hipbones, well aware o another particular part of his body that would like the same attention.

When his lingered at Alec’s hips for a few seconds longer than necessary, Alec stirred. “Magnus,” he said, his voice throaty and deep. “Magnus, please…”

The warlock cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, Alexander my darling? What is it?”

“You know damn well what it is,” Alec growled.

“I’m afraid I do not understand,” Magnus said nonchalantly. “You’re going to have to explain it to me.”

Alec merely grunted in response, the sound a mixture of a sulky huff and a pained whine.

“Use your words, Alec dear-”

“Okay okay!” the shadowhunter nearly yelled. “Please, Magnus. Touch me, suck me- anything!”

A second later, Alec’s entire erection was engulfed by Magnus’ mouth. Alec let out a choked cry, arching his back off the bed before he could stop himself as he felt the back of Magnus’ throat. Magnus held him like that for a few moments, swallowing around Alec’s pulsing erection, and then pulled off, only to go back down again, causing the Shadowhunter’s entire body to shudder. With his free hands, he gripped the base of Alec’s cock and kneaded his heavy balls, eliciting even more moans from him.

“You do realise,” Alec said shakily as Magnus continued to bob his head, slowly and without rhythm, up and down Alec’s cock. “Th-that I still want to know what you said earlier… This isn’t going to make me forget.”

Magnus pulled off and said, “I’m not telling you what I said. I’m showing you,” before returning his attention to Alec’s straining erection.

“M-Magnus,” he stammered after a couple more minutes of the torturously slow friction. “I’m gonna… I’m going to…”

Magnus pulled off with a smirk. “So soon, darling?”

Alec flushed a darker shade of red and looked away. “Shut up,” he mumbled.

“I thought you wanted to know what I said…” Magnus said with a teasing tone.

“I thought you were in the process of showing me,” Alec shot back cleverly. “Or whatever that’s supposed to mean- By the Angel!” he exclaimed as Magnus swallowed him once more, only this time Magnus set off at a pace designed to make his boyfriend come as quickly as possible. Which he did.

Not even thirty seconds later, Alec came down Magnus’ throat with a throaty whimper which he would have smothered with his hands if his arms weren’t pinned down by Magnus’ magic.

Once Alec’s body had relaxed and stopped quivering with the after-shocks of his climax, Magnus released his softening cock and shuffled up the bed to lie beside his boyfriend. His own erection was still very much hard and throbbing, but it could wait.

“So?” he asked. “Any thoughts on what it was that I said?”

Alec’s eyes were closed and he was still catching his breath when he sleepily said, “I dunno… Something to do with blow-jobs?”

Magnus chuckled. “Nope.”

“Ugh, why won’t you just tell me?” Alec whined.

“Nope.”

Alec pursed his lips. “Then at least let me finish you off,” he said with a glance down to Magnus’ cock.

“That does sound nice… But still nope.”

Alec sighed. “Fine then. Have it your way.”

A couple of seconds of silence.

“Magnus. Just tell me.”

“Okay then…” He pressed a deep, tongue-less kiss to Alec’s lips, and said, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“What?!” the shadowhunter exclaimed. “Why tomorrow?!”

“Well,” he said, feigning deep-thought. “It depends.”

“On what?” Alec growled, narrowing his eyes.

Magnus grinned. “On whether that stamina rune of yours can get you up for a round two.”

"Actually, can I ride you?"

YO sO I Wrote A FIc anD it’s SmuT Im GoINg StrAIght To HELL i HoPE to See u alL ThEre alONG wITh dan ANd PhIl excePT tHEY arE Not GOIng stRaiGHt to HelL cUz thEY Be NOt stRaighT oOps

Also I am a child what am I doing with my life and this is my first fic and i can’t write if my life depended on it so ignore the mistakes also I haven’t reread it so :c
Tags?: SMUT (yes we r all sinners oops), masturbation, high school au I guess, riding and idk I kinda forgot what happens haha
Anyway read it if u want here we go.

Dan and Phil were in school. They hated it. They were both bullied for being gay. They were both teased for their relationship. They hated everything about to school. It felt like them vs the world, like everyone was against them. It was lunch and dan and Phil were both sat outside on the bench under the tree which was their usual spot. “Do you still want to come over tonight?” Dan asked while cuddled up to Phil. “Ye.” Phil relied. “You might as well stay the night, I’ll ask my mum.” Dan said as he grabbed his phone and texted his mum. She replied within minutes. Phil had a really good relationship with dans parents. They were always polite and it felt like home, he could just walk in whenever he wanted and it wouldn’t be questioned. “She says sure.” Dan said with a smile. “I’ll go home first and then I’ll come over because I need to get my stuff.” They spent the rest of lunch enjoying being in each other company. The bell rang and they went off to their lessons.

Dan came home and slung his bag on his bed. He immediately got changed and made sure his room was presentable enough for Phil, not that Phil would care but it felt like the right thing to do. After he had finished tidying dan received a text from Phil saying “Hey, I’m just gonna do the dishes and wait for my mum to come home from work so she can drive me because i really can’t be bothered walking. I’ll be an hour max. Xx <3” Dan smiled and replied. Dan thought he would use the time he had left logically. Dan, after all is a teen, and Dan and Phil hadn’t had sex yet. Which is obviously understandable, they had made out(a lot) and on a few incidents they had come in their pants but haven’t had sex. He figured that because he didn’t want to make it awkward when he enviably got a boner while they were sleeping next to each other he would quickly sort himself before Phil got there. To try and prevent and awkward situations.

Dan rushed to his room where his laptop was, took off his super tight ripped jeans, with struggle. And he proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes and opened his laptop. He searched for some gay porn and propped his laptop at the perfect angle, throwing his head back. He was already hard, Gotta love being a teenager. He poured some lube onto his hand and slightly stroked his now extremely hard dick. Using whatever lube was left on his hand he began fingering himself with one finger. Lot long after he added another, and another.

Phil opened the door and walked in, surprised Dan wasn’t downstairs waiting for him like he usually is. He assumed dan was in his room and just hadn’t heard him so he sprinted up the stairs and turned left then stopped as he started hearing small whimpers almost moans coming from the room at the end of the hall, Dans room. He slowly walked to his door and pushed it open to reveal dan completely naked spread out on his bed, his fingers up his ass, laptop open and releasing moans. Dan somehow still hadn’t noticed the surprise visitor at the door, too busy pushing his fingers in and out of his ass quickly. Phil could feel himself harder than ever and pulsing inside his jeans. “Preparing for me, are we?” Phil said with a smirk, he didn’t really know what happened he just kind of blurted it out. Dans eyes shot open his cheeks burning red from the heat, hair sticking to his forehead. He yelped. Grabbed his quilt to cover himself and shut his laptop as quick as he could. Phil walked over to dan. It felt like it was in slow motion Phil removed his shoes and his pants, his t-shirt slowly following. Dan was still in complete shock and unable to tear his eyes away from the huge bulge in Phils boxers. Phil sat at the end of the bed and pulled of the quilt before getting on top of dan and locking their lips. At this point dan didn’t care anymore and devoted all his attention to the present. Kissing Phil felt amazing like every time they kissed sparks flew. Dan began tugging at the band of Phils boxers before pulling them off completely and tossing them to the side. “Lube?” Phil asked out of breath. “Top drawer.” Dan replied also out of breath. Phil broke apart their kiss to reach over and grab the lube. He poured onto his hand and spread all over his dick. “Are you ready?” Phil said still on top of dan. “Actually, can I ride you?” Dan asked shyly turning even brighter red which he didn’t think was possible. Phil nodded and rolled over so he was on his back laying next to dan. Dan sat up and looked at Phil who was smirking at him. Dan lifted one leg over him so his ass kinda lined up with phils dick. He put his hands either side of Phil to stabilise himself. “I’m ready, are you?” Dan asked. Phil moaned and nodded in response because even the thought of dan riding him was enough to send pulses straight to his throbbing dick. Dan lowered himself onto Phil slowly as soon as they made contact Phil whined in pleasure and couldn’t help to let a few moans escape his mouth. Dans eyes shut quickly as he pushed further and further down. Dan stopped when he reached the base of Phils cock. He lifted himself up an slowly building a rhythm. phil was completely gone, a moaning mess. Dan picked up the pace slowly but surly and making sure to keep trying to angle himself so that phil would hit his prostate. And there it was, dan moaned and screamed in absolute pleasure. Phil smiled because he knew he had just hit his prostate. Dan stayed at this angle moving even faster. Hitting his prostate every time. “Da…Dan I’m gonn….gonna come!” Phil groaned. “D…do yyyou want to stop?” Phil continued. “No phil, IIII don’t care please cum for me. In me.” Dan replied in absolute awe. “I think I’m clo…close too phil.”
Phil took this as a sign to start stroking dans dick which was throbbing and leaking, this made dan scream once again. “DANNNN!” Phil yelled as he came into dan, dan still bouncing on Phil helping him ride out his orgasm. As Phil finished than couldn’t hold it any longer and he came hard onto Phils chest and hand. Dan finished and rolled of Phil to lay down next to him. “Sorry.” Dan replied looking at Phil covered in his cum. “Don’t be it’s fine. It was more than fine actually it was hot as hell if I’m being honest.” Phil replied making them both laugh.

They stood up and started to dress, Phil looked over at his incredibly hot boyfriend who was still flustered and he could already feel himself getting hard again. Dan spotted Phil looking at him and he smiled back and he looked down and saw his boyfriend was completely hard. “Round 2?” Dan asked giggling. “Fuck. I hate being a teen.” Was all phil could reply with as he locked their lips. “I’ve never been more happy about the fact that my parents work late.” Dan chuckled. “Shut up and take of your boxers.” Phil replied both of them laughing so much that it hurt.

***************** Okay so why r people actually reading this I’m so confused aha thanks I guess
Smile - Yoongi (Suga)

Description: It felt like millenniums had passed since you had seen him and your busy modelling career and his even busier photography career managed to keep you both apart, until tonight

Pairing: reader x yoongi

Genre: fluffy smut

Word count: 2.3k

a/n: firstly, the gif isn’t big and it’s making me very uneasy and second, im sorry…you’ll see

The modeling industry was a bit more hectic than your course leader had portrayed it to be but your spirit never allowed you to back down to any challenge…until today. You were privileged to meet and work with models from all different corners of the world never once regretting one encounter but your manager had went ahead and changed that whole perspective.

“y/n,” You had all just finished up a shoot on the beach and she walked over to you with a towel, “we need to talk,”

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Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Title: The Things You Do To Me
Pairing: Newt x Female!Reader.
Words: 2,775
Rating: 18+


“Hey! Newt!” You called after your favorite second in command as you spotted his fluffy golden locks bounce in step with his movement. Ever since you came up the Box, Newt has been by your side. Whenever you were sad, he was there. Whenever you were happy, he was there too. Whenever you were angry and confused and scared, he was always there, helping you, keeping you safe, comforting you. He was there when you needed him the most and you for him. But most importantly, he never once doubted you or made you feel anything less than what you are.

Lately, however, Newt had grown distant and rather cold towards you.

As your voice reached his ears, he abruptly turned and walked in the opposite direction towards Homestead. You sighed angrily, all of the repressed irritation of his avoidance, surfacing to the top. The longer you stared at his retreating back, the more anger you felt. Before you realized what you were doing, you were sprinting after him.

As you neared him, his speed picked up. You grumbled and ran a bit faster. Once you caught up to him you grabbed his arm and pushed him into the hut that was built for your privacy and where he conveniently had been jogging towards in his rush to get away from you.

After you had pulled him in you were quick to lock and block the door to prevent him from escaping and avoiding you any longer. He stood in the center of your room looking down at his feet. “Why are you avoiding me?”

Silence.

“Talk to me Newt!” You yelled at him. He stood his ground and refused to speak. In your feat of rage you walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him closer to your face. “Look at me.” You commanded, your voice low and dangerous. Newt, slowly but surely, gazed at you, void of any expression whatsoever.

The two of you were face to face, you’re blazing (E/C) staring intently into his deep brown eyes. His boyish hair had begun to dip into his eyes, brushing softly against your forehead. Tears had begun to brim in your eyes caused by the realization of just how much you had missed his lopsided grin and his friendly aura. Oh and that amazingly stupid, attractive, accent that was to die for.

“What’s going on with you?” Nothing but silence filled the air. You sighed and started to pull away, seeing as he wouldn’t budge. However, before you could move farther away, his hand had grasped your wrist holding you in place in front of him.

A tear escaped your eye, as you cast your gaze at the hand on your wrist. “I hate that you avoid me like the plague without giving me a reason why. I thought we were friends.” With every word another tear fell, staining your cheeks.

Suddenly he grabbed your hips gently, pushing you back, slowly dragging out his steps. Once your back hit the wall, Newt pressed his tall, lanky, build into you. His eyes stared deeply into your own, an intensity burning brightly. No doubt you had the same look floating through your eyes, behind all of the surprise caused by his actions.

Newt tilted his head forward slightly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Do you know why I’ve been avoiding you?” He whispered, his hot breath rustling the hair by your ear. “Would I be asking if I knew why?” Your voice cracked slightly.

Ignoring your sarcasm, Newt continued. “Are you sure you want to know why? Do you have any idea how you make me feel?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Do you know how much I care about you, how much I-” Newt sighed slightly. “How much I want and need you? Do you know how much willpower it takes for me to look at you without wanting to drag you here and take you?”

A shaky breath escaped your throat. “So what’s stopping you now?” He leaned back to look at you again. “Who’s to say that I didn’t want you too or that I didn’t feel the same way?” His gaze traveled down from your eyes to your lips and back again a few more times before deciding to keep it on your lips. Newt leaned in at a slow pace, giving you enough time to turn your head if you didn’t want this. If you didn’t want him.

Instead you met him halfway, connecting your lips in a soft, sensual kiss, testing out the waters.

As time progressed, the need for oxygen became absolute. The two of you separated briefly before reconnecting your lips again, this time a bit more hungry and fiercely passionate. Newt pressed his body even further into you, eliciting a small moan of approval, deepening the kiss as he went.

By now your hands were entangled into his messy blonde locks, tugging on them slightly every so often. Newt’s tongue darted out hesitantly, licking your bottom lip agonizingly slow. You opened your mouth and dared to meet his tongue betwixt and between. The two tongues twirled in a small dance, fighting for dominance, that which Newt ultimately won.

He pulled back once more, exhaling heavily as you did the same, a thin string of saliva connecting from his lips to yours snapped as you moved apart.

You opened your clouded eyes and stared at Newt before moving your gaze to his lips, seeing the small layer of saliva that gathered on his bottom lip. You leaned in again but this time only capturing his bottom lip and sucking on it lightly. A breathless moan left Newt as you took his lip between your teeth and pulled, letting go after a moment.

Your eyes traveled back up his handsomely sculpted face, and stared at him challengingly as he looked upon you with a fiery gaze that you’ve never seen adorn his perfect features. Newt’s heavy brown eyes stared back, equally challenging.

His mouth moved back to yours. As your lips danced in sync, his hold on your hips tightened slightly. His tongue venturing back towards your mouth once more.

He didn’t even need to ask for permission, as you parted your lips for him. Newt’s tongue explored your hot, wet cavern, moaning slightly at the wondrous feeling as you swallowed his sounds of pleasure.

He moved away from your lips, kissing along your jaw and down your neck, suckling and nipping as he searched for your sweet spot, trails of love bites left behind in his pursuit. Newt teasingly slid his left hand down from your hip, to your thigh leaving feathered touches which caused a pleasant shiver to run up your spine. At the sharp inhale, Newt knew he had found your sweet spot. He sucked on it harshly, departing a purple mark.

As retaliation, you moved your head to press up against his face as you lowly moaned into his ear shamelessly, biting his earlobe gently and pulling it with your teeth before letting go. A guttural sound pushed its way from the back of his throat and into your ears, feeling him harden even more beneath your clothed core. Newt spent no time removing your shirt along with your bra. You tugged on his shirt as well, needing to feel his skin on yours. He pulled his shirt off, carelessly throwing it behind him.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He whispered as he kissed down the valley between your breasts. His lips snatched a bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and tugging on it lightly invoking a sweet, soft moan from the girl above him.

The constricting nature of pants seemed to have pushed him over the edge, as he scooped you up swiftly, and headed towards your bed. He gently laid you down on your makeshift mattress, connecting your lips in another heated kiss.

Your hands trailed his chest, touching every inch of his exposed skin. Soon your hands started traveling south, reaching down to brush his clothed crotch. Newt bucked his hips slightly at the feel of your hand and bit your lip as a warning of sorts.

You gave a teasing warning of your own as you gently squeezed his manhood. Newt moved his face away from you and buried it the crook of your neck, nibbling on the skin there to try and drown out the moan that was bubbling in his throat.

Your hands moved from his crotch towards the loops on his trousers. You tugged on them, signaling him that you were ready. That you wanted something more.

Newt caught on and sat up, balancing himself on the heels of his feet. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” He asked, a bit of uncertainty laced in his voice and a touch of fear dancing in his eyes. You leaned up and placed a small kiss on his lips to reassure him.

“Yes, of course I’m sure. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have let you come this far would I?” You replied, a small smirk gracing your face as the playfulness in your voice turned sensual. Newt nodded and his hands worked their way down to your pants. He slid both your articles of clothing down your legs, making sure to kiss every new part of your skin that was exposed. You whimpered at the glorious feeling.

Newt leaned back once more to admire your figure. “You’re gorgeous.”

His words made your face heat up as you averted your eyes and instinctively tried to cover your body. He stopped your hands before they were able to do anything. “Hey, it’s alright. You don’t have to cover yourself up. Not with me at least.” Newt smiled down at you, his eyes shining brightly with new found amazement.

He let your wrists go and they fell to your sides. He then proceeded to remove his own pants and boxers.

Your eyes raked down his body, taking every inch of his beauty. His well defined abs were the feature that stood prominent, but not at prominent as his large manhood.

“Like what you see love?” His accented voice interrupting your gawking. You looked away once more, embarrassed for staring. He chuckled hotly and took his place back on top of you.

Newt aligned himself to your blazing core and looked into your eyes to make sure one last time. You smiled at him sweetly and nodded your head. With a swift thrust, he entered you. He groaned at the wet, tightness that surrounded him as a gasp left you at the fullness of him.

He was moving slowly, hesitantly thrusting into your tight heat with slow, but oh-so deep thrusts. He filled you to the brim each time, burying his thick length deep inside you. You could feel every inch of him as your walls clenched down on his member, throbbing around him and soaking him in your juices.

Your lips kissed and nibbled on his neck and jawline; you drowned your moans and whimpers into his warm flesh. Occasionally, your lips traveled upwards to tug on his ear lobe, gently gnawing.

Newt’s face was a few centimeters above your own face gazing at you with intense love. Quiet grunts and moans would escape him from time to time, and melt into your ear. Your thighs trembled slightly against his hips, his thrusts sending a tingling sensation across your body. His pace was slow but he reached depths inside you that caused you to shudder and whimper.

His cock brushed against that sweet spot deep inside your body, tossing you back and forth between longing and ecstasy. His hip bones would rock against yours each time he filled you again. The sensation was almost bruising, but beautifully so. This angle completely surrounded you in Newt’s essence.

There was no denying, you loved being drowned in the taste of his skin. You kept your mouth occupied with his neck; the fact that he didn’t tell you to stop convinced you that he enjoyed the attention. Every inhale flooded your nostrils with his masculine scent. You could feel every inch of him moving above you: his wide shoulders, the broad expansion of his chest, the rocking of his hips.

“Does it feel good? ” he whispered quietly, his tone dropped seductively. You whimpered weakly, thighs squeezing him tightly. “Y-yes,” you managed to stutter out. Your eyes squeezed shut and your cheeks stained red. Your skin tingled with anticipation and longing overtook you.

Your hands clung tightly to Newt’s back and another whimper escaped your lips. The slow ministrations continued for a while longer as the two of you got know each other better in a more intimate way. But soon, it wasn’t enough. “Newt…” You mewled the feeling inside of you unbearable. “Faster, please…”

His brown orbs held your gaze firmly as he tossed your legs up, hooking your ankles on his shoulders so he could drive himself impossibly deep inside you. His hands were planted firmly on the bed, on either side of your head. You reached for the closest part of him and your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails clawing at him in desperation.

Ahhh! NEWT!” you screamed as he plowed into you. “Newt! Please-ahhh!” You weren’t quite sure what you were pleading for. Were you begging him to slow down? Or maybe to speed up even more? You couldn’t think straight, completely blinded by the blonde boy above you. The world drowned out and disappeared behind him. Sense, logic, and coherent thoughts had melted away.

His brown orbs were burning into yours; yet, you struggled to keep your eyes open - heavy eyelids fluttering. Your body had peaked, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. Through hazy eyes, you watched pleasure dance behind his eyes.

Newt grunted and panted with each thrust. His movement became wild as he grew closer and closer to finishing. His brow furrowed and his pupils dilated, nearly swallowing the brown in his eyes. His stomach muscles tightened as that tingling sensation rose up within him. His orgasm hit him like a truck - full on collision and without mercy.

Gnn-ahhh!” He moaned, surprising you with his loudness. His eyes squeezed shut and his teeth caressed his bottom lip as he tried to silence himself. He huffed and panted through his nose. His thrusts never ceased, riding out his orgasm fully. You could feel the intensity of his orgasm. His cock throbbed inside you before releasing his seed in velvety ribbons, deep inside your womanhood.

You cried out as well, your voice cracking – your lungs long been overexerted. Newt maneuvered slightly, allowing your ankles to slip off his shoulders. Your hips curled pathetically around his waist, barely holding on.

Panting like a dog and trembling slightly, Newt collapsed on top of you, unable to hold himself up. You didn’t complain and simply held onto him, wrapping your tired arms around his back. You could feel his chest moving rapidly as his strangled breathing brushed the skin of your neck. His sweat soaked hair tickled the skin on your cheeks. He nuzzled his face further into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

You hadn’t even thought about the fact that you were still connected – still one. He wasn’t even hard anymore, but didn’t seem to want to pull away.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled tiredly into your neck.

“What was that?” You asked, turning your head slightly to look at a dirty blond tuft of hair. Newt moved his face a bit to repeat himself more clearly. “I said, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You hummed as you played with his hair. “For avoiding you. And I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want you around me anymore.”

You chuckled lightly. “It’s already forgotten. Plus I think you’ve already made it up to me with the amazing sex.”

His chest rumbled as the sound of his soft laughter made its way to your ears. “My pleasure, really.”

You both stayed like that for a while before he moved off of you and covered you both, before laying down next to you.

You cuddled into his chest as his arm wrapped securely around your waist, tugging you closer to him. “I love you.” He suddenly said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “And I love you.” You replied, gazing up at him lovingly. He leaned down and kissed you sweetly.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and snuggling, as you slept away.


Alright! Here’s my first attempt at writing smut! I hope I made you feel like you were actually there… Reblogs and like are appreciated, thanks for reading! Sorry if you find any typos!

Imagine...

Prompts 10 & 23 with Tommy Shelby: “Come here.” & “We have to be quiet.”

Warning: Sex

Originally posted by glittersister72

Tommy was late. Not ridiculously late, but late enough that he didn’t eat dinner with you, again, and late enough that you were frustrated with barely getting to see him. You knew what dating Tommy entailed, and it sure as shit wasn’t some cushy 9-5 job that had him home with you every night, no matter what you wanted. As you played with the ring on your finger, circling it, you smiled ruefully. You weren’t sure why you thought getting engaged would make it any different. You didn’t really want different, really, as you loved the excitement that being engaged to the most powerful man in Birmingham brought, but you did want a little bit more attention. 

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Chapter 191: A JOURNEY OF LOVE

NO SPOILERS PLEASE!!! in the comments or anywhere on this account. We have not finished reading the novel. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Votes/likes/comments are highly appreciated.

While reading, if available, please read the footnotes at the end of the chapter for clarification.

THANK YOU SIENNA for translating this super long chapter!! <3

Note–> Sae: Should I force you to add a witty note?  Alec: Does it have to be witty? Just add yours! I liked your notes! 😝 Sae: Because it’s cute XD. [actually, it’s because I’m too lazy to write a proper one.] Also, JS! Look what you’ve done to me. T^T 

Translator: Sienna            Editor: Sae + Alec

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Designer

Anonymous asked: Hi ! Can I request something with Thorin, maybe modern or something after the claim of Erebor ? Where she is a costume designer for the (little) princes, and everytime they hurt themselves in the orc hunt, they come back sweaty, bloody and with holes in their clothes, she scold them and sass them as possible, And that make smile and smirk thorin, and he begins to appreciate her more and more, and they end kissing ? thank you ;)

Here is your one-shot, anon! I do not own Thorin, Fili or Kili. They belong to J.R.R.Tolkien. 

Warnings: Fluff overload. Everybody lives AU

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader, Fili, Kili

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

The door of your little shop opened, making you look up from your work. Standing in front of you were the two princes of Erebor and their uncle, Thorin. You stood to curtsy, but Thorin waved his hand. The two princes refused to meet your gaze, which was odd unless…“Did you rip your new cloaks already?” They gave identical, sheepish nods. You rolled your eyes. “Let me see the damage.”

               You were a designer of sorts. Your top priority was making certain Thorin and his nephews, as well as your own King Bard looked like the royalty they were. Unfortunately, the two younger Durins always managed to find trouble, meaning they needed their clothes repaired often.

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Birthday Surprise

Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and the reader has a few surprises waiting for him…

Warnings: SMUT!!! *oral female recieving, safe sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT)* (My first smut ever so please give feedback!), first time Y/N, fluff, swearing


     Y/N opened her eyes. The room was sunny from the light shining through the glass window. Y/N looked to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. She yawned as she got up, but she remembered something. It’s Bucky’s birthday! Y/N thought happily. She put on her clothes in a hurry. She and Bucky had been dating for almost two years now, and had always been there for each other

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Ajax Imagine - What’s My Name?

Request - OMG hey I saw a request for Ajax smut. And if you haven’t already wrote it, and your stuck you should add something like with his famous “what’s my name” just an idea,

(Sorry guys, this is a long one.)

Warnings – smut

Spoilers - none

“For god’s sake Francis, it was a mistake. I spent all day with him and it just slipped out!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in frustration as you entered the house you had shared for the past 3 months, after being together for a year. You had absentmindedly called him ‘Jack’ when addressing him, after spending a day with a friend of the same name, and he was blowing it completely out of proportion.

“You spend a whole day with another guy and you suddenly forget your own boyfriend. Ouch beautiful, that hurts.” Francis replied sarcastically, as he closed the door to your house behind him and proceeded to remove his jacket, hanging it up on the hooks by the door. You copied his actions, hooking your coat up beside his, and then began the process of taking off your shoes. You let out a content sigh as you removed them, your feet aching from the heels you had been wearing all night, and you dropped them on the ground, not caring that it was disorderly. Francis watched your movements silently, glaring at you slightly as he leant against the wall, arms crossed. You tried to ignore the muscle definition visible through his tight shirt, instead rolling your eyes and moving into the kitchen. As you placed your bag on the countertop, you heard Francis enter the room, and turned around to confront him.

“Really? The silent treatment. I thought you were more mature than that.” You said sarcastically, crossing your arms as you stood at the opposite side of the room, staring at him as he was staring at you. Francis didn’t respond, instead raising his eyebrows and letting out a frustrated sigh. You mimicked his sigh, letting out a sarcastic laugh before responding to his silence. “I’m not going to apologise, if that’s what you’re waiting for.” He continued to stare. “It was an honest mistake.” You added, but still, he remained silent. Getting frustrated now, you uncrossed your arms and picked up your bag, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “Come and find me when you can stop acting like a bratty teenager, Jack.” You said, repeating the name you had mistakenly called him as you looked him in the eyes, before moving to walk past him. Being equally stubborn, you knew it was best for you both to get some space during these arguments, and that’s exactly what you intended to do, until a hand gripping your arm prevented you from leaving the room. You turned to look at Francis, ready to tell him to let go, when he pushed you forcefully against the kitchen counter. Not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know that he wasn’t playing any games.

“What was that baby?” He asked, looking down at you, as without your heels you were considerably shorter than him. His arms were placed either side of you, preventing any escape, and he leant down slightly, so that his face was level with yours.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded, crossing your arms and turning your head to the side, refusing to look at him. Francis bit his lip, smirking at you.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He said, before leaning in even closer, his mouth now level with your ear. He moved his hands, placing them on your hips as he pulled your body flush against his. “What’s my name?” He whispered in your ear, and you bit your lip to suppress a moan. He laughed when you remained silent, placing a kiss on your jaw just under your ear. He moved down, placing kisses along your jaw, eventually reaching your neck, where he found your sweet spot. You reached your hands up, one gripping his bicep while the other was resting on his shoulder, your breath quickening. You moved both hands up to his face, pulling his head up and placing a passionate kiss on his lips. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and rest at your lower back, and melted into the kiss. In one quick motion, Francis had lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist so that he could move you to your bedroom.

Once upstairs and in your bedroom, he kicked off his shoes, before placing you down on the bed. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, before leaning down on the bed to kiss you again. Your hands moved to his belt, and you removed it quickly, throwing it to the side. You pushed him up, and sitting at the edge of the bed, pulled down his trousers. Once pooled at his feet, he kicked them off, and you fell to your knees before him. You could see the outline of his hard dick through his boxers, and let your fingers delicately dance around the top. He let out a deep breath as you pulled down his boxers, immediately placing a kiss on the head of his dick. He kicked off his boxers as he had his trousers, and groaned as you took him into your mouth, one hand placed around the base of his dick, the part you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and took in as much as you could. Francis suddenly moved back, quickly pulling you up and pushing you back on the bed. He pulled up your dress, moving your panties to the side and he placed an open mouthed kiss on your clit. You moaned loudly, hands gripping the bed sheets. You felt his tongue rest flat against your opening, before he entered a finger.

“What’s my name?” he asked, but you could only moan in response. Your breath came in short bursts as you felt your orgasm build up in the pit of your stomach, but just as you were about to reach your high, Francis stopped. You looked down at him, disappointment etched on your face, but he simply smirked, kneeling up on the bed. You rose up to be level with him, and he quickly moved forward, placing a kiss on your lips that you quickly deepened. His arms reached around to your back, pulling the zip of your dress down, and you lifted your hips so he could fully remove it. Next, he expertly removed your bra, before leaning down to your left breast, placing a delicate kiss on the nipple as his hand moved to your right breast, toying with your nipple. You felt his teeth graze against the sensitive skin, and let out a moan. You felt his hands reach down to your panties, and moved to help him take them off. Before you could, however, you heard a ripping sound. You looked down to see your discarded, torn panties on the floor.

“Francis, they were my favourite pair.” You said, as he looked up at you with a smirk.

“Don’t worry beautiful.” He began, pushing you back and lining himself up to your entrance. “I’ll buy you another pair.” With that he quickly thrusted into you, and you moaned as you felt him fill you. He stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust, before exiting you completely. You were about to complain, when you felt his tip at your entrance, and he entered you once again, agonisingly slowly. You let out a low moan, as your hands gripped his biceps.

“Faster.” You managed to say, and he obliged, his movements quickly gaining a faster pace. It wasn’t long before you felt your climax building up again, and with one nod from Francis you released, shouting his name as he too climaxed, the tightening of your walls sending him over the edge. Once your climaxes had died down, Francis collapsed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as you rested your head on his chest.

“What’s my name?” he asked breathlessly, smiling lazily down at you.

“Francis.” You mumbled, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips.


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Nicotine M.C

warning: smut

word count: 3000+

song: Nicotine by Panic! At the Disco

I really like how this one turned out. I tried writing it a bit differently so instead of writing it just in 1st person I did a mixture of 3rd and 1st, I felt like it would’ve turned out better like that. Hope you like it @miastxy ! x

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I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do

Just one more hit and then we’re through
‘Cause you could never love me back
Cut every tie I have to you
'Cause your love’s a fucking drag
But I need it so bad
Your love’s a fucking drag
But I need it so bad

Yeah, you’re worse than nicotine, nicotine

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The Entertainer

I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
But I know the game, you’ll forget my name
And I won’t be here in another year
If I don’t stay on the charts

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Songs mentioned in this chapter:
Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now
The Crystals - He’s A Rebel
The Monkees - Daydream Believer
Buddy Holly - True Love Ways

Track 03 - Pick A Memory

Halo had a shift at the bookstore where she worked, but I was off so I was a glad to have the apartment to myself for one afternoon. I was in my room practicing a Joni Mitchell song on guitar when the doorbell rang. I opened the door just enough to peek through the crack, the chain still on it.

“Hi,” he said hesitantly.

“Hi.”

Harry dropped his head, then looked back up at me.

“Can I come in?”

“I guess.”

I shut the door and removed the chain before reopening it and stepping back for Harry to enter. I noticed his eyes were no longer bloodshot, and his hair was wet like he’d just taken a shower. When I closed the door behind him, I got a big whiff. Yep, definitely a shower.

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The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part Two - The Hazing

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst
Members:  OT7
Word count: 2,503

A/N: Honestly I’m not a big fan of this chapter but some tidbits of info in this one are essential for later on. Let’s just call it that one episode that almost cancelled the show… cool? cool. - Amelia

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“Kim Taehyung!” I yelled. “Are you kidding me?!”

“What now!?” Hoseok groaned. I probably killed his ears these last two days with all the shouting. The other boys looked up from their desks to see Jungkook’s computer mouse glued to my palm.

Jungkook slipped away from Jimin’s desk and rushed to my side, frantically asking if I’d be alright. The rest of the boys were murmuring amongst themselves then I could hear one of the chairs scraping back on the linoleum.

“Taehyung, you idiot.” Yoongi’s eyes darkened, like some kind of beast had awoken inside him.

“Hyung, don’t hit him again!” Jimin intervened, walking over and standing between the two boys desks.

“This is a big offence Jimin. Let me teach him another lesson?”

“How about we let Y/n decide how to deal with this situation?” Namjoon suggested, and then they all looked over to me.

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Topped (M) Pt. 2

Chapters: 1| 2| 3

Summary: All he wanted to be on top for one, and you happened to be there.

Genre: Smut, College AU

Word count: 2.1K

Tags: allusion to boyxboy, cheating, toys, anal.

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solved. jungkook

TITLE: solved (one shot)

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: smut, couple

WORDS: 1900

WARNINGS: smut, angst, drinking, cursing

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I glanced from across the room at him. His disheveled brown hair in all different directions as he held the bottle in his fingers. He let out a lighthearted giggle and proceeded to utter some slurred speech that resulted in an eruption of laughter from across the room. Jungkook liked to drink. He would tell me that he liked the way it made him forget. His exact words being that he ‘actually liked to feel something’. I would stare up at him and nod, occasionally acknowledging his explanation with a simple ‘okay.’ As I sat on the couch I glanced out of the window and took in the lights of the vast city. I loved the city, and I loved experiencing it with Jungkook. I turned my attention back to my phone as more drunken laughter continued to erupt from a few feet away. I felt two soft hands delicately wrap around my waist. “Hey. You ready?” Jungkook rested his head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. I slowly spun around so that I was facing him.

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Selfish - ExBoyfriend! Jimin Oneshot

‘I miss you.’

You had spent the last 30 minutes re-reading those 3 words. They came from none other than your ex boyfriend, Jimin. Waking up to a text like this is something you’d rather not have to do because no matter how much you may deny it, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that heart wrenching feeling you had was due to missing him too. You let out a soft sigh and typed out your reply.

'You’re the one who broke up with me.’

Resting your face on the palm of your hand, you sat staring at the screen of your phone. Why was he messaging you now after breaking it off two months prior? There was no answer to that question.

'I know and I really messed up. But I need to see you. Please… let’s meet up.’

Your heart skipped a beat when you read his text. You couldn’t say no. Not when you were still as in love with him as when you were still together. That’s why you gave in straight away.

'Okay… 2pm tomorrow at our café.’

It hurt to use the word 'our’ but you pushed the pain down. Your phone vibrated in your hand a few seconds later.

'Okay. See you then.’

You let out yet another sigh, this one heavier than the first. Was this the right decision? You hoped so.

-

Sitting at the café alone was more awkward than you presumed it would be, maybe because the barista had clearly recognised you from the time you had broken down in front of her. That was a memory you wished not to relive.

Glancing at the time on your phone, your eyebrows furrowed at the bold numbers on the screen.

2:47pm

Maybe he got caught up in traffic? It was something that used to happen a lot. You decided to wait 20 minutes longer until your coffee got cold but 20 minutes turned into 40 and 40 turned into an hour and a half. You felt tears prick your eyes at the humiliation you felt of getting stood up. You must have seemed so desperate.

He was the one who messaged you so why were you the one waiting for him?

Standing up from your seat, you refused to wait a minute longer. Dumping your coffee cup into the bin, you strode out of the café and into the cold streets. You decided to confront him about the matter. There was no way you would excuse this.

'Jimin where are you?’

You glared down at your screen, inwardly cursing the man who still had a hold on your heart. You continued your journey home, anticipating a reply. You received none, however, which only infuriated you.

'Jimin! I can’t believe you stood me up.’

You reached your front door, unlocking it and entering your apartment. You proceeded to remove all your extra clothing and get yourself a glass of water. Still no reply.

'I knew I shouldn’t have bothered.’

You hoped he felt guilty after reading your messages. You wanted him to feel how much pain and unnecessary guilt you felt. It was unfair if all these feelings were one sided. An hour later and you were beginning to give up. Your last resort was to call him, something you tried to avoid doing at all costs. You were sure that as soon as you heard his voice you would be in tears. Pushing your hesitation to the side you dialled his number (you hated the fact you still had it memorised) and allowed the phone to ring. After the fourth ring, you were about to hang up when his phone was answered.

“Hello?” The mans voice you heard was one you didn’t recognise. You knew most of his friends after having dated for 3 years, so it struck you as odd.

“Um… may I ask who this is? Where is Jimin?” You didn’t want to be impolite to the stranger, it wasn’t their fault you were in a bad mood.

“Ah, you must be a friend of the patient.”

Patient…?

“My name is Sung Min and I am the doctor in charge of Park Jimin. I’m sorry to tell you this but it seems he was in a car accident. I’m not aware of the details of the story as he is currently unconscious but he was struck by a car just outside his house.”

A gasp escaped you as tears collected at your eyes. You couldn’t believe how one sided you were being to not even suspect that something was wrong. You shot off your sofa and began putting your shoes back on. After receiving the name and location of the hospital you set back out.

-

When you arrived at the hospital, you had asked for Jimin’s room number and hurried in the way you were directed. Making it to the floor his room was located you found his parents sitting outside. His mother was choking back sobs whilst his father held her close, and you stopped by their side. His father noticed you first and gestured you to take a seat beside them which you did. Your hands grabbed at the material of your jeans as you shook uncontrollably, biting your lip.

“Witnesses say he was rushing out and acted carelessly, not bothering to look out for any cars.” His fathers words had struck a chord in you and you bowed your head. You were reminded about how selfishly you had acted when waiting for a reply.

“I’m sorry…” Your words came out as a whisper and his father placed a hand on your back, rubbing comforting circles.

“It’s not your fault, it never will be.” You wished you could believe his words. You simply nodded your head.

“You should go in.” His mothers words caught your attention and you glanced up at her. Her tear streaked face broke your heart, you never liked seeing her upset and this was no exception. You sent her a thankful look and made your way to the door of his room. Preparing yourself mentally, you twisted the handle, entering the room.

The first thing your eyes lay upon was his bruised face. His head was bandaged and he had his arm in a cast. You slowly inched towards his bed and grabbed his free hand, softly stroking his head with your other hand. Your heart shattered at how vulnerable Jimin looked and you closed your eyes trying to ease the guilt that was eating away at you.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped up to look at him with wide eyes only to find him staring back at you, eyes half open. He cracked a small smile at you and you choked back a sob.

“Jimin, what happened to you? Why were you so careless?” Deep down you already knew the answer to your questions as it was the very source of the guilt you felt.

“I wanted to see you. I couldn’t wait to see you.” His words brought tears back to your eyes for the umpteenth time today and you allowed them to fall into his bed.

“Jimin…” His smile never dropped despite the pain he was evidently in.  You couldn’t believe that he had rushed out to see you, not paying mind to the busy street he lived on.

“I didn’t want to make you wait. Another day without you would kill me. I don’t know how I’ve coped these past two months.” Your sobbing turned into full blown crying as he continued his explanation and you hated that you felt happy to hear that given the current situation.

“I miss you.”

And instead of replying coldly, you gave him the answer you should have the day before.

“I miss you too.”

The close eyed grin he gave you was well worth putting your pride aside.