ripped him to shreds

What’s Going on Over There!?

In response to questions about my earlier post from a C-EXOL in regards to Yixing (Lay) not being able to attend the upcoming Exordium in (insert country name) 2017 tour, I’m going to attempt to give a run down of what’s going on as I understand it. Any citizens of either country please correct me if there are any inaccuracies.

As of Today (yesterday for Korea) the South Korean court officially removed Park Geun-Hye as president…she gone. However, while she was in office (around summer time 2016), S. Korea and the U.S. of A came up with, agreed to creating and executed a THAAD (Terminal High Altitude Area Defense) defense system to protect them against the missile threats that were coming from N. Korea. China was not a fan of the system for they believe “it will enable deep military surveillance that undermines Chinese and Russian security.”

Once S. Korea gave the thumbs up to execute the system, China began restricting all things Hallyu:

Some of the restrictions reportedly outlined in the prohibition are:

  • A ban on Korean organizations filming in Korea
  • A ban on investing in new Korean agencies
  • A ban on Korean idol concerts with over 10,000 audience members
  • A ban on Korean-Chinese collaborative projects
  • A ban on broadcasting dramas with Korean actors

These bans include satellite broadcasts and online video sites. 

Remember when Uncontrollably Fond came out and Suzy and Kim Woo Bin were supposed to go over to China to promote the drama and do a fan meeting but it mysteriously got cancelled like the day before? yeah, this is why. Remember when EXO was supposed to do an Exordium in Shanghai and that abruptly got cancelled too? Yeah, this is why. Remember when Chou Tzu-yu from Twice waived a Taiwan flag on national television and some of y’all ripped her to shreds publicly causing the girl to have a mini nervous breakdown and Twice was banned from Chinese TV as a result!? yeah, China also opposes Taiwan’s independence. Remember when Yixing posted the Chinese flag on IG and dang near all of y’all ripped him to shreds too!?!? yeah….i’m gonna save that rant for another post.

So why are C-EXOLs asking for support for Yixing from international & K-EXOLs? because he is literally banned from any Korean activity!! our dear unicorn can’t be with EXO at this time because of political differences and this applies to any kpop group that has a Chinese member: F(X), Miss A, Super Junior, EXO, etc. etc. Yixing was the face for Lotte Duty free in Korea with EXO but all the Chinese uproar has cancelled that and he has been removed. 

So there you have it folks. It’s always unfortunate and discouraging to read about these things not just in your own country but around the world. Politics is a beast and it feeds on greed, fear and corruption. It’s like Biff Tannen from Back to the Future, like Scar from The Lion King, like Sid from Toy Story. Hopefully you will keep the other innocent citizens of said countries who are now caught in this mess in your thoughts as well.

Sources:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/12/04/south-koreas-k-pop-stars-caught-crossfire-diplomatic-spat-china/

http://www.vox.com/latest-news/2017/3/3/14795636/china-south-korea-pop-culture-kpop-attacks-thaad

{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing…must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her…and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} //{Part 27} {Part 28} {Part 29}

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Alright, so, I’ll start this off by saying I am honestly not an expert on Kakyoin, contrary to popular belief (I’d actually consider myself more of an expert on Jotaro’s character, if anything), but I’m going to do my best to give my views on Kakyoin’s character, as well as some canon evidence to support it, and hopefully it will help a bit.

If you want a great reference of how to write Kakyoin in fic, go read Sand, sand and more sand on AO3, because it’s honestly one of the best depictions of Kak I’ve ever read, and he’s quite close to canon.

*ahem*

Kakyoin is pretty snarky. He’s subtle about it, but he’s also kind of a shithead. He’s polite most of the time, but it seems to be more of a setting he defaults to when he doesn’t feel entirely comfortable around the people he’s with. We have quite a few quips from him as examples of this, such as him laughing at andd mocking Anne during the dark blue moon arc, and saying she couldn’t possibly be the stand user on board, and in the Geb and N'Doul fight where he orders Polnareff to attack the canteen because he “doesn’t want to”. He also at one point responds to Polnareff saying “this looks bad!” with, “well it most certainly isn’t good.”

He’s blunt, but this also means that he’s honest. He dislikes liars, and prefers that everything is set out before him clearly and plainly as opposed to someone that is clearly dancing around the subject.

He also seems like quite the know-it-all, and likes being right; and he’s probably the type to argue with someone even if he knows he’s wrong. He seems to genuinely enjoy teaching the crusaders about the culture of all the places they visit on their journey, and he has the ability to retain all of that information to recant to them, as well. It seems to be somewhat of an interest of his.

And then there’s this, of course…

The cherry thing is something that kind of bothers me in fandom and fic. Yes; Kakyoin says that cherries are his favourite fruit. Child Kakyoin has cherries on his shirt (keep in mind that the scene with child kakyoin is added in my DavidPro and is not technically canon). BUT, it doesn’t mean that he has to have everything cherry-related. It’s a seriously overused trait in fandom to the point that it just becomes annoying. Kak can have a coffee without it having to be cherry flavoured. Just remember that he canonically enjoys lots of different foods, and that he doesn’t need to exclusively eat cherries and cherry flavoured things. He probably likes to eat foods from all different cultures.

Video games: There is evidence to suggest that Kakyoin spends a LOT of time playing F-Mega, however, this doesn’t mean that his extreme knowledge of the tracks and mechanics applies to every video game in existence. He’s a teenager, with no friends in the 80’s, of course he’s going to spend time playing video games. But back in the 80s, people often only had one or two games, so it’s likely that he has simply replayed F-Mega a LOT, to the point of knowing it by heart. I know the levels of Mario 3 extremely well, simply because I played them over and over again as a kid. If you are fixated on a single game for extended periods of time (especially if it’s the only game you own), you are of course going to know the game well. Knowing a lot about a single game does not mean that he’s obsessed with video games, and does not necessarily mean that he’s a shut-in, and never goes outside.

Also keep in mind that he says that he’s “pretty good at video games”. He doesn’t claim to be great at them, and since we’ve already established that Kakyoin is quite blunt, it would be out of character to assume that he’s being humble here. He literally means that he’s just “pretty good” at them. No more, no less.

His real-world experience is vast, and it’s also mentioned that his parents take him many places on vacation. He’s been to a lot of places, and retains cultural knowledge. It’s not as if he’s read it in books: he’s actually been to these places before, and he mentions it frequently. This suggests that he gets out quite a bit, and also kind of suggests that maybe he isn’t quite the model student type in school.

Kakyoin doesn’t appear to be the honours student & straight A’s type. He doesn’t think twice about skipping out on his new school to travel to Egypt, and as I said before, his knowledge appears to come more from first-hand experience rather than school studies (and I bet he missed more than a few of his classes due to the trips that he and his parents took). He’s a know-it-all, but it doesn’t mean that he does well in school.

On the other hand, Jotaro IS a model student, despite his delinquent status. It’s more likely that Jotaro would be the one helping Kakyoin with his homework.
(He might disrespect his teachers, but he still gets good grades, and let’s not forget that he becomes a marine biologist later in life.)

Kakyoin’s profile also mentions that he “appears very effeminite”. This is another thing that is often misinterpreted. His appearence may be somewhat feminine, and he takes pride in how he looks, but his personality and mannerisms are not inherently feminine.

He hates being forced into submission, and this is the reason why he despises Dio so much. Dio took advantage of his vulnerability and the fact that Kak didn’t have any friends to use him as his pawn. He drew Kak in, made him feel wanted, needed, and then took control of his mind and body.

“He appears to be very effeminate. In reality, he despises submitting to people or sucking up to them.” - Taken directly from his canon personality description.

Another thing that people seem to miss is the fact that he’s extremely sadistic. He says himself that Heirophant “loves nothing more than to rip things to shreds” and that it might “drive him mad with joy”. He likes being in control of the situation, remember. He probably hates losing fights, as well (especially since he could be considered a weakling for losing).

Kakyoin also seems to like Baseball, judging by his profile naming a favourite team, and sumo, as we all know from his exchange with Jotaro.

One of the things that fandom does definitely get right, is Kakyoin being the mother hen of the group. He’s taken on the role of the responsible one, because Joseph is… far from being an adult. He’s strategic and thinks everything out logically, and so is the mature one of the group, especially after Avdol’s “death”. He appears to be content to follow Joseph, but when it’s needed, he steps up and becomes the leader in his place. This is seen when Jotaro, Joseph and Polnareff start physically fighting random men that they suspect are the one in the Wheel of Fortune car, to which he says that, “this is not a good idea,” and that it’s, “getting out of hand”. It’s also seen in the tower of grey fight where he mentions that it’s better that he fights on the plane, because he’s the least destructive of the bunch (even though he’s capable of blasting holes into clock towers, apparently his emerald splash isn’t destructive; okay Kak…).

He’s also fiercely protective of his friends, and extremely loyal as well. Kakyoin isn’t the type to abandon his friends in any circumstance.

He’s a CASANOVA. While Jotaro draws more unwanted attention from girls due to his bad boy façade, Kakyoin is slick and smooth with them, so much so that they notice him more over Jotaro. He’s quick to diffuse the situation when Jotaro pushes the girls aside (again, in the tower of grey arc), and it’s just… yes.

Just look at this. You can bet your ass he’s not the type to blush and stutter as he’s confessing. Straight up grabbing the girl and apologizing for Jotaro. Smooth as butter.


Here are some other scenes that might be able to explain his character a bit better as well:

Mouthing off to Joseph- Jotaro approves.

This line is wonderful. (Again, to Joseph? It’s almost like they have this kind of rivalry going on, haha)

Some really good insight to his character and motivations (And one of my favourite Jotakak moments).

The anime kind of makes this out to be a sort of “Kakyoin mocking Polnareff” scene, but in the manga he seems like he’s just stating what he heard. Pretty matter-of-fact about the whole situation.

Unimpressed.

I believe that this is the first moment that Kakyoin really realizes that he and any of his companions can die at any moment. Avdol has been shot, and he’s in complete shock. This is a normal teenager that’s now painfully aware of the danger he’s putting himself in to help out Jotaro and Joseph. Sure, he realized that he would be involved in fights, and a little blood would be shed for the greater good, but I don’t think he had realized up to this point that he might actually die.

And here’s Kakyoin’s character bio.

It’s also notable that he didn’t tell his parents where he was going prior to leaving. This doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s in bad standing with his parents (especially since his dying thoughts were of them), and could possibly be because he didn’t want to worry them, or something of the sort, but the fact remains that he didn’t tell them beforehand. Take from this what you will.

So yeah, this is what I get from Kakyoin. He’s kind, loyal to a fault, and deeply in love with Jotaro– and he’s a pretty complex character to write. Don’t feel like you need to take all of this into account, because it’s hard to keep his entire character intact with fanfiction. A lot of his personality comes across in facial expressions, so it’s sometimes difficult to translate that into non-visual media. Just refer back to canon if you aren’t sure of something, and you should be fine. Good luck!

Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ blowjob/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Third part: Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).


Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?

Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?

The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such.
Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…

You spaced out.
A knock on the door
And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him.
Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.

Y: Yes?

The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.

J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…

Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.

A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.

J: I can handle this just as well as…

Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.

Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.

J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?

He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?

Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.

J: Tsk…

Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.

J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.

Y: Excuse me?

J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?

That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least.
He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.

Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…

Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…

J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.

You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.

Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.

J: Fine, then.

And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…

J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?

He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.

J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…

Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?

J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?

Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas. 

J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?

Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?

You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…

J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.

The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.

J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.

And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.

Y: Whatever, just get out already…

That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.

Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?

J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.

Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.

You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.

J: You’re so cute.

He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.


Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.

7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.

You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.

He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.

J: Ssup, pretty girl?

He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.

J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…

Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.

A loud whine.

J: But, noona! You promised me a date!

Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…

J: Fine…

So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.

He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.

J: Noona, I’m hungry.

Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?

J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…

Y: I wonder myself…

J: Oi! You’re mean!

Y: No waaaaaay!

And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.

Y: Jungkook it hurts!

J: Khe hehe heh…

Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.

Y: Alright, alright I get it! 

More little bites followed

Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…

He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?

J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?

Y: Yeah…

J: Gonna eat them all.

He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.

J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…

Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?

A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.

J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!

Y: Good… I’m glad.

Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.

J: Here, have a bite.

A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…

Y: Mhmm…

J: Good, innit?

You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.

You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.

J: So delicious!

Y: True.

You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…

J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.

Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.

J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.

You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.

J: Ahh… My hands are cold.

He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.

Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.

J: Now, that’s a different thing.

Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?

J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.


He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.

J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?

His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.

Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?

J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.

Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?

The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…

He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.

J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.

Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.

You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.

J: Fuck, yes…

Y: Kookie?

J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.

His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.

Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.

J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…

He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.

J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…

He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.

Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.

Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.

J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…

You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.

J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…

Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.

J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…

Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.

You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.

Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?

J: But, noona…

Y: Shush.

You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.

Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.

Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.

Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?

J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder. 

Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then? 

J: What..Whhat?

The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.

Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.

You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.

J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…

Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.

J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…

That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.

Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.

You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.

J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…

It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth. 

It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.

Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.

He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.

J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…

You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.

Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...

Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.

J: I’m sorr…

Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly. 

Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.

J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?

He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.

J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?

He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.

J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.

His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.

J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…

He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.

J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…

You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Y: Kookie, I’m so close…

J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.

He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.

Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…

He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.

J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.

Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.

He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.

J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?

Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.

J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?

Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.

Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.

Y: Oh, please.

J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.

Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.

J: I love you, Jagiya.

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: the reveal of a court of wings and ruins cover was today, the sky is clear, the world is at peace and it's so pretty, feyre looks amazing and strong and looks like the high lady she was meant to be, the colour is also beautiful and we finally have a full body view of feyre and if rhys saw it he would be so proud, her dress screams night court tamlin can FUCK HIMSELF SHE'S GONNA RIP HIM TO SHREDS WHILE RHYS SUPPORTS HER I'M SO FUCKING READY FOR THIS BOOK TO BE RELEASED
You Fool (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hi! Could I request something with Jughead? Like you’re best friends with him and a new girl comes into town and develops a liking for him. And everyone but him knows that you’ve liked him for so long. And your jealousy becomes evident to the point where you get super angry and almost punch/slap the girl when she flirts with him or tries to make a move but Jughead restrains you. And it ends in heated smut!! Thank you!

A/N: Changed it a bit like always! Not as much smut as you would have liked but hope you still enjoy! 

Warnings: Implied smut? More like making out (Sorry this writer’s block is killing me and my vibes), Jealous Reader

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You Fool (Jughead x Reader)

She was getting on your nerves.

This is the third time she’s tried flirting with him.

If you hear her giggle one more time, you would pull your hair out.

You glare at the back of her head as Jughead keeps talking to her.

Did he not see it? The way she giggled at his lame jokes. The way she touched his arm and batted her eyes.

To say you were jealous was an understatement.

Everyone in Riverdale knew your feelings for the boy. Everyone except him and that stupid new girl.

Betty assured you that she did in fact tell her that Jughead was off limits but the new girl had shrugged it off.

All you could think off that past few days was either tearing her hair out or questioning what she said that you didn’t.

Slamming your locker shut, you shrug off Veronica’s hand and storm down the hall. You weren’t about to stick around this.

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Innocent

Request: Maybe a fic where Negan finds the reader (or a short girl with curly hair named Miranda? pretty pls) from “before” in Alexandria (not a community member, a traveler who convinced the guard to let her in). She was like, his cute little teenage neighbor who had a huge thing for him that he ignored bc she was only 16. But now she’s legal and less shy and just a smidge flirtatious. Like she says things that are borderline innuendos and pick up lines. And keeps joking about daddy issues. - Anon

Pairings: Negan x Miranda (OC)

Warnings: language. smut. (oops I did it again)


Age 16

Running a hand through your long and curly hair, you let out a loud and guttural sigh. Tracing the outline of your current drawing over again, you glanced up from your sketch pad. Your street was calm as you swayed back and forth in your hammock chair on your front porch. The late afternoon air was crisp, and you smiled as you heard a few birds whistle beautiful tunes. Checking the time, you sighed and leaned back as to let the chair swallow you whole.

Your dad never came home this morning, and you had a pretty good idea why. He had been shacking up with some woman almost every night of the week, and would go out drinking without as much as a goodbye. Ever since your mother walked out on you, your dad had completely changed. With no siblings to care for or spend time with, you were left utterly alone for the majority of your time. You had grown accustomed to it, however.

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TITLE: You Know What They Say About Love and Hate….

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) hated each other when they first met. But it’s been three years, did feelings develop or do they still hate each other? You know what they say about love and hate…

[gif is not mine. requests are open. this one shot was heavily influenced by dan and blair’s relationship from gg -some quotes are directly from there, see if you can spot it]. 

warnings: swear word, mention of the word slut. 

word count: 2.4k+


‘…Because when we open our heart we can explore a world of love. And be pleasantly surprised by the people already in our life…’ gg 3x18

(Y/N) walked down the stairs, the train of her dress flowing nicely behind her. She felt like she was in a movie. ‘I feel like a goddess right now,’ she thought. She smiled to herself imagining her date’s face as she came down. Her smile however dropped as soon as she saw that it wasn’t Nick. “Rogers, what the hell are you doing here?”

Steve turned and saw her at the bottom of the stairs, he swallowed the gasp that would have escaped out of his mouth because of her beauty. He put on the facial expression that he often wore around her -indifference and anger.

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here either but there was a change.”

“What kind of change?”

“Tony,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, sighed and crossed her arms. “Look (Y/L/N), we need to do this, for him.”

“We’ve tried everything, Rogers. I mean there’s nothing on the guy.” The guy in question was Pepper’s new paramour. Of course nothing was happening between Pepper and the new guy but that didn’t stop Tony from wanting to rip him to shreds. Tony, being Tony of course wanted intense background research on the new guy, trying to find out his deepest, darkest secrets.

“I know, but he wants us to try one more time.” Steve walked towards her, standing in front of her but not close enough to touch her if he extended his arms.

“He’s pathetic.”

This time Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s your best friend.”

She shrugged, “Gives me more reason to call him pathetic.” (Y/N) started walking to the door, Steve couldn’t help but watch as her arse sway. “Coming Rogers? Or are you too busy staring?”

Steve shook himself out of it and followed her.

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Second Chances

Originally posted by braedens

Beast!Adam x Reader

Second Chances

Prompt: Ok I’m giving in, Can I possibly have a reader imagine off of the wolves part so like the reader run and ends up rescuing the beast after he saves her and she stays and helps him heal?

Note: I put a little twist on this so it wasn’t too similar to what happens in the movie.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened. The beast that had locked you in a tower, who had snarled and growled and roared and scared you for the past few days you had been living at the castle, had just saved your life. You stood in shock, staring at him. He looked at you weakly before collapsing into a heap.

You could run. You could run away right now, turn away and never look back. You would be free. Forever. Never again would you have to return to the cursed castle, forbidden from leaving its gates.

But no. You couldn’t. Not after what had just happened.

No matter what he had done before, the beast lying in the snow in front of you had saved you from a very unpleasant fate. Had it not been for him, you would have been torn apart, ripped to shreds without a doubt. You slowly knelt down beside the large creature’s fallen form.

“What are you doing?” His voice was weak, but you could hear the surprise in his tone.

“Come on. We have to get back.” You told him. He stared at you with his stunning blue eyes for a long moment, trying to process what was happening. “I can’t move you on my own. You have to help me. You have to stand.”

He nodded and struggled to get himself to his feet, but he managed. You helped him onto your horse, and as soon as he was secured in place, he passed out.

***

As soon as you reached the castle, some of the servants helped you move the beast into his bed in the West Wing. Long story short, you had been curious, he had lost his temper, and the rest was history. But instead of lashing out at you in anger, he took a few deep, tired breaths and let you do your work, tending to his wounds.

“How are you feeling? Are you all right?” You asked quietly. Most of his gashes had already been bandaged. “Does anything hurt?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“What?”

“Why are you…helping me after the way I’ve treated you?”

“You saved my life.” You stated. “And…I believe in second chances. I think it’s only fair that I give you one.”

His eyes met yours and a small smirk tugged at his lips.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he chuckled and stared at the ceiling. Heart racing, you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. He shuddered pleasantly as he inhaled a breath. No one had kissed him in a very long time, even if it was something as simple as a kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight. I’ll be in tomorrow morning to check on you.” You started walking towards the door.

“Adam.” His voice was quiet. You turned to look at him.

“What’s that?”

“My name is Adam.” He told you.

“Well then, I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow…Adam.” You offered a warm smile. A smile he returned.

Company | Liam Dunbar

Finally the last part of Company, the moment some of you have been waiting for. It’s  a bit sweet in someplaces cause you know, Dunbar. 

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Song inspo: Company by Tinashe

Aww bae
You’re just my little side thing
Just a little sweet fling, baby
You don’t have to buy things
I just want the high, supply me

Part One


You Chose Angel Faced Liam


Liam sat on the couch in the living room swirling his drink around. He had fun during the game but now he was alone because all of his friends were having sex or passed out because they had sex. He got up and walked downstairs to get another drink. As he was leaving the kitchen, he failed to hear someone walking towards the door. Liam opened the door and accidentally spilled his drink all over a girl. She shrieked at the contact of the cold beverage.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry”

Liam tried to dry her off but the girl slapped his hands away. Hayden pushed him back and stomped her feet. “You’re so pathetic, no wonder you’re still a virgin, I mean who the hell would dare to be seen with you let alone have sex?” Liam tried so hard not to pull out his claws and rip Hayden to shreds. She pissed him off every chance she got. Hayden bumped past him and made her way to the kitchen. His skin grew hot and at one point he swore he saw red. It was no surprise that a light touch on his shoulder startled him. Y/N drew her eyebrows together in concern, “I was calling you, are you all right?” Liam nodded quickly. “Yeah, no, so I guess your claws just show when you’re okay then?” Liam looked down at his hands to see his claws stretched out. He sucked in a breath and frantically looked around the room to make sure no one else saw.

“Liam stop it, your eyes, they’re glowing!” Liam’s breathing became erratic, he was panicking and he didn’t know how to turn it off. Y/N grabbed his head and ducked it low while steering him to an empty room. She locked the door and closed the curtains. A growl escaped from Liam’s throat as hair began to sprout from his face. Hayden and Brett’s voice rang through his head and he just had enough. Being a relatively new werewolf with anger issues was a pretty big problem. Y/N hugged Liam tightly, burrowing her face in his chest. Liam felt a strange cool breeze over his body. His claws were gone and so was the hair. Liam wrapped his arms around Y/N and embraced her warm hug. Resting his chin on her head, Liam caught a whiff of her scent, the intoxicating smell made the blood from his head rush to other places in his body.

“Are you okay?” Y/N looked up to gaze in his eyes. Liam nodded silently. Her eyes were so beautiful–not the color–but beneath it. He could see stars within a complex galaxy. Liam looked down from her eyes to the curve of her lips. Her heart beat against his chest, significantly turning him on. Y/N moved her arms around his neck, forcing Liam to come a little down to her height. Her incredibly soft lips pressed against his in the most sensual manner. As their lips moved, an eagerness swept through Liam. He slid his hands down to her hips, gripping them with intention. Y/N swiped her tongue across his bottom lip, asking for permission in which Liam graciously accepted. It wasn’t a battle for dominance or a hunger fest, their tongues moved with precision, an exploration of each other’s mouth. Liam moaned at the sensation. Y/N pulled away, the two panting for breath.

“Liam”
“Yes?”
“Are you a virgin?” Liam backed away and stared at his shoes.
“Hey,” Y/N reached out for his arm to tug him back, “it’s okay”
“No it’s not, it’s embarrassing”
“Everyone starts off a virgin you know? You just need experience, that’s all”

The room fell silent as they both dwelled in silence. Y/N was horny and she knew Liam was too. Maybe she could do him a great service, “how does losing your virginity tonight sound?” Liam felt his pants jump at the sound of Y/N’s words. She would actually have sex with him? “Are you serious?” Y/N smiled a smile that was so seductive that it could make Cleopatra look like a barmaid. She untied her shoes and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed. “You’re the werewolf, you can hear my heart, right?” “Y-yeah” Y/N sat him down on the bed and placed a leg in-between his, “then listen to it.” Y/N reattached her lips to Liam but this time, it was different. Liam understood the direction they were going in and he couldn’t have been any more excited but he was still a bit shy. Y/N sank herself down on his thigh, her natural heat burned through his jeans and he felt like he could actually feel it on his skin.

Y/N peeled off her bralette, releasing her breasts from the already revealing top. Liam gulped at the sight, they were so delicious looking. “Do you want to touch them?” Liam slowly nodded his head up and down, eyes fixated on her chest. Y/N grabbed his hands and placed them on top of her breasts. She shivered at his warm touch on her cold mounds, Liam gasped at her soft they were. Y/N didn’t even have to instruct him what to do next. The wolf did it for him. Liam massaged them, squeezing them realizing, moving up and down, sure to rub his thumbs over her nipple. Y/N’s lip biting assured him that he was doing good. Liam took it further and placed a nipple in his mouth. Y/N moaned and clasped his hair gently. He took his time before he moved on to the other one.

By the time Liam was done playing with her breasts, Y/N’s panties were soaked in arousal. Just as he did in the closet, Liam stood up and yanked her off the ground then threw her on the bed. Y/N softly gasped at how quick he changed. He took off his shirt, shucking it onto the floor. The sound of his belt unbuckling turned Y/N on so much that she unbuttoned her shorts, peeled off her sticky underwear and tossed it to the side.  Liam licked her leg, maintaining eye contact, his eyes dangerous. Instead of playing with the area that ached most, Liam sniffed all the way up to her neck, planting small kisses her and there. “Do you know what you do to me, Y/N?” A hand ran down her curves. “N-No” “Liar, I can hear your heartbeat, remember?” Liam growled against her skin as a warning. Y/N surprised Liam by flipping him over so that she sat atop his clad member. “You’re right, I do know and I enjoy teasing you, but not tonight.” Y/N leaned down and gave love bites that vanished three seconds after. Despite the visible marks not being shown, Liam writhed underneath her lips, the tent in his boxers straining to be set free. Y/N gripped his waistband and slowly dragged his boxers down, a sigh of relief escaped from Liam’s chest.

“Oh..” Liam jumped as Y/N gripped his dick in her hands. She placed a kiss here and there, the gestures made Liam curl his toes. Precum dribbled out from the top and Y/n used it to lubricate his rather large staff. “You ready?” “Are you seriously asking that question?! Yes!” Liam’s hasty answer made Y/N chuckle. She reached underneath her and lined him up to her entrance, “just don’t jump, you’re a bit bigger than I expected you to be.” “Okay,” Liam nodded. This was actually happening. He was going to have sex for the first time. The second the tip pushed in, Liam bucked his hips up at the sudden feeling of heat, Y/N, shocked from his quick movements, sank all the way down. They both moaned loudly and Y/N clamped her walls down on Liam.

“Oh fuck…What is that?!” Liam could feel a tightening around him and the pressure scared him just a bit. “I told you not to jump!” “I’m sorry, you just, it felt, you’re so hot and wet, it feels so good…” Y/N waited until she adjusted to move. Liam gripped her hips tightly as she lifted then sank. This feeling felt out worldly. He was not ashamed of how much sound he was making and neither was Y/N. He was bigger than anyone she’d been with and the feeling of him stretching her out felt amazing. Believing he had adjusted well enough, Y/N began to bounce up and down, increasing the pace.

“Holy…You’re so tight!”

With every bounce, Liam drove a bit deeper. Her walls rubbed against him, opening and closing as they please. Y/N threw her head back and Liam took the initiative to grasp her breasts in his hands and play with it. She moaned at the way he handled them and angled towards her g-spot. Without a warning, Liam spazzed and shot three hot loads into Y/N. Y/N gave a guttural moan and trembled as her sex mashed his cum and her juices together, creating a natural lubricant.

Y/N rolled off of him and laid on the bed out of breath. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I was going to–” “It’s okay, I’m on the pill” Liam frowned, “did you come?” She shook her head no with a smile. Liam took one look at her naked body and he could feel his dick coming back to life. He climbed in-between her legs then hiked one over his shoulder the way he saw them do it in the pornos. “What are you doing? Liam I – oh my God,” Liam slid himself back into Y/N then leaned down and gave her a kiss. “I want you to feel good too,” he pulled out and slammed all of his length into her. Y/N rolled her eyes in the back of her head and grabbed the bedsheets. Within a few more pumps, she could feel Liam hardening inside of her, his dick growing longer, his need to make Y/N come, desperate.

“I don’t think I’m going to last long.” Liam felt the same butterflies in his lower abdomen as he fucked Y/N with fast thrusts, everytime he disappeared into her, their pelvic bones smacked into each other. This girl was a hot moaning mess, every sound she made Liam go harder and deeper. Liam wanted her to come before he did and he knew he wasn’t going to last any longer. He brought his thumb down on her swollen clit and flicked it at his pace. Y/N gasped and her body began to convulsed. Within seconds, her walls closed on Liam and pulsed around him as she finally reached her release.

Liam’s thrusts grew sloppy, her pussy milking him of his sperm. This time Liam fired six shots, his hips bucking at each one. Y/N cried producing another orgasm within her orgasm. Her body shook in pleasure, her vision blurred. Liam rolled to the side and they both almost died from exhaustion.

“That was… I can’t… You were amazing, can we do that again?”
Y/N laughed and looked at Liam.
“This isn’t going to be a regular thing”
“It could be”
That’s when Y/N grew concerned. She didn’t have feelings for Liam, she just wanted to have sex. Being a virgin, she could understand why he would assume they’d continue.
“Liam… I’m not sure –”
“I know I haven’t been with anyone else but I like sex with you”
“So you don’t want to this because you have feelings for me?”
“Oh I have feelings for you, feelings that make me horny. First and last time, I promise, can we cuddle?”
“You’re so adorable”
“No, I’m not!”

I just saw someone post, “Never comfort men. Their entire existence is comfort.”

Well, time to take a few minutes out of my day to call out complete rubbish. Let’s go.

No one’s existence is entirely comfort. No one’s. Not even the richest person on the planet has a totally comfortable and perfect life. 

And just being a man does not mean men do not need comfort, or love, or peace. Because in case you rabid pinheads didn’t know, everybody has the ability to have insecurities or anxiety or depression or a rough life.

What about trans men? Men of colour? Abused men? Men with mental illness? Men who grew up without parents and went from foster home to foster home? Men who were still wet behind the ears and had to support their entire family before they were adults?

Stop with this despicable belief system that says men do not deserve love or care or respect or encouragement. Because you know what that makes you? Not just a misandrist, but a bloody bully as well.

If a man said, “Never comfort women. Their entire existence is comfort”, I bet all of you would leap on him like ravenous wolves and rip him to shreds. 

And yet you say the same thing about an entire group of people without thinking you’ll receive backlash for it, or even considering you’re wrong.

Well, you are wrong. Terribly, bloody wrong. And you need to take a minute to take that icy rock out of your chest and thaw it out so it’s a heart again.

Men commit suicide. Men get abused. Men get bullied, by people like you. Men have insecurities. Men hate themselves. Men have low self-esteem. Men have depression, and anxiety, and mental illnesses. 

They deserve as much love and comfort as anyone else. Always. 



And to any men or boys reading this: never believe you’re worthless. I know how bloody toxic the atmosphere on this hellhole of a website is sometimes. I know, trust me. But it isn’t true. None of it, not a soddin’ word of it. 

You are wonderful, you are precious, and you are just as important as any woman out there. That’s the thing about equality - in its most basic, realest form, you all are worthy of love, no matter your gender or your race or your age. You are a light in this world, because every single soul is. Your heart beats and starlight runs through your veins and you are such a wonderful being. Truly.

I am so sorry that so many treat you the way they do. You do not deserve it. You don’t. Don’t ever think you do. You deserve the world and Heaven knows I would give it to you if I could. As it is, all I can do is offer my support and my words. 

Don’t think you don’t deserve comfort, love, respect, or encouragement. You do. You deserve every scrap of it. And if no one else will give it to you, my inbox is always open and I will be there to listen if you need help. Because that’s what human beings do for other human beings, regardless of gender.

I love you, my friend. And I think you are a treasure. Don’t forget that. You have the ability to change the world, and live your life the way you always dreamed. I believe in you. Just remember to believe in yourself, and never give up, no matter what people tell you. Don’t give up. You’ve got this.

Keep your chin up. It’s gonna be alright, and your life will get better - just as you deserve it to.

Something tells me that, on the off chance that Marinette and Chloe actually agree on something (gasp!) the two of them would be a force to be reckoned with. 

Two confident, no-nonsense, gives-no-shits, will-shut-you-down-in-a-heartbeat girls working together on something? They’d be unstoppable. 

Like imagine the two of them just happen to both walk by a douchey boy in their school laughing with his douchey friends about, I don’t know, posting a really rude, sexist, gross comment on a picture of one of the girls in his class. 

Marinette would straight up take this boy’s phone out of his hands, delete the comments, and just leave Chloe to drag this kid in the corner and rip him to shreds over being downright disgusting. “How dare you think you can talk to girls like that, you soggy dish towel. I have half a mind to tell Marinette over there to screenshot everything you just said and show it to everyone in school so they’ll see how much of a pig you are.”

“Way ahead of you Chloe.”

Styles & Co.  Part 10

Authors Note: Sorry this has taken so long, hit a rough patch and don’t know where to lead with the story. My previous ideas seem to come across as too dramatic.
I am also sorry this has a lot of dialogue, but it needs to be there. Oh well.

Warning: Mild Smut included.


Last night was one of those glorious nights where we failed to keep our hands off of each other, I guess we could designate it ’celebratory sex’. If there wasn’t such thing, there definitely is now.

I leisurely wake up, my eyes opening to reveal my soon to be husband staring out the window, a pair of sweatpants hanging loosely over him. He turns around and he provides me with a modest smile,

“Hey, you finally woke up.” He grins, staying by the window as I move my legs within the silky sheets, the silkiness of the sheets brushing against my skin in a satisfying manner.

I nod, “Mhm, and you’re not beside me.” I arc my lips into a pout before he shuffles over to the bed to lean down and kiss me sweetly,

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” He murmurs against my lips, “Our weekend get-away sadly has to end.” He declares, only causing me to sigh.

Three days alone with him is not enough for me.

“I’m not ready to leave,” I inform him, moving the white sheet to expose a little bit more of my skin, trying to grasp his attention entirely,

“I know, but my business does not need to burn to the ground, at least not yet.”

“It’ll be okay for a few more hours.” I tug on his arm, “You really want to turn down your soon to be wife who is currently only covered by a very, very transparent sheet?” I smirk, watching as he bites down on his lip, perhaps debating on what he wants more at this moment.

He leans down and kisses me deeply, before pulling his greedy mouth away from mine.

“I got you coffee and breakfast, we should hit the road.” He sighs, trying to avoid eye contact with me.

“Ouch, turning down your fiancée”

“I’m not— fuck it.” He lowers himself closer to me, taking possession of my mouth, intensely kissing me, his hand moving the sheet away from my body, his hands gliding up the softness of my skin, sending sweet shivers down my spine.

He drags his mouth away from mine with a heavy groan when the sound of his phone ringing disrupts us, “ignore it.” I mumble, pulling him back in for a sloppy kiss as the ringtone continues to echo. The room grows silent and all that is heard is the sound of our breathing. We are distracted again by his phone.

“I need to get it.” He mumbles against my lips, leaving a few quick kisses before he leans over to the side to reach his phone. “It’s not mine.” He sighs, picking up my phone and looking at the caller ID. “It’s your fucking phone.” He hisses, placing the phone beside me before promptly removing himself from my body.
I pick up my phone and sigh, Logan Meyer.

“Harry, come back.” I softly command as he wanders away from the bed, completely disregarding what we were commencing.

“Answer the fucking twat.” He shakes his head as he reaches for his blue sweater he left out from the travel bag.

I ignore the call.

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All these people think they can say something about louis’s mental health when they’re the ones ripping him apart to shreds. they’re the ones who have isolated him and trapped him and demonized him, and made him to be this storybook villain who cares about nothing but himself and who he’s getting off with, like that’s not right!!!!!!! they don’t get to do that!!!!! i hope they’re all haunted by what they’re doing to him for the rest of their lives because this is awful and inhumane and to bring his MOTHER into it, for hits and drama is disgusting beyond measure. despicable

*Headcanons*

Headcannon of werewolf!Mccree finding that his human s/o is pregnant with a small litter of werewolf puppies?

I would like to just start this off by saying that I love anything to do with werewolf McCree and demon Hanzo so if you have any McHanzo fic recs (that don’t have anything explicit in them) including these two topics in any way shape or form I would die happily.

Also at the moment of me posting this, my puppy has currently trapped himself in an existential crisis called a leash and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

I’m going to free him.

Hope you have a lovely day friend!! <33 

-Mod Cherry

I love you for sending me this request thank you.

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You're All I Have

Originally posted by zest-wincest

This is for @ellen-reincarnated1967! I hope you like it, sweetheart! She asked for the prompt: “I can’t lose you too.”


Your head hurt from too much crying. You felt like it was going to explode and you closed your eyes, running a tired hand over your swollen eyes. It had been a long night. Too much had been going on and you didn’t know if you could take it another second longer.

The sudden soft melodic tune of your cellphone ripped you from your dark thoughts and you looked down at your screen, your heart clenching at the name. 

With a shaky sigh, you slid the green button to the side, answering the call. “Sam,” you breathed, your bottom lip trembling as a new wave of tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “I told you not to call me.”

“And I told you that you were being ridiculous,” he said, his voice gruff with barely controlled emotion. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

You shook your head. “No don’t,” you pleaded, the tears finally sliding down your cheeks. “You can’t come to me. I’m…I’m a lost cause…I’m not capable of being with you when I can’t even handle myself…”

“I call bullshit,” he gritted through the phone. “You mean so damn much to me, Y/N. If you think, for one second, that I’m going to let you walk out on this family, you don’t know me at all.” He sighed heavily. “I love you, Y/N. We’ve lost so many people along the way and you managed to stay with me through it all and I…I can’t lose you, too.” 

You let out a shaky sigh. He was right. You had stuck with him through thick and thin. You watched Dean get ripped to shreds by Hellhounds. You watched Ellen and Jo die. You watched Bobby take his last breath. And you never ran for the hills. Instead, you stayed and comforted both brothers, especially Sam. You loved him so much. The thought of ending it all and never seeing him again scared you all of a sudden.

“But what if I’m not strong enough?” you asked in a voice barely above a whisper. You were sure Sam didn’t hear you, but he did.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, exhaling loudly at finally being able to get through to you. “But in order for us to do that together, you gotta tell me where you are.”

You licked your lips. “I’m at a motel a few minutes out of San Jacinto.”

“Okay. I’m coming.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah?”

You held your breath. “I love you, too.”


I'm noticing a trend amongst some black people whenever they speak about Michael Jackson and his kids

Before anyone says shit, let me say that I am a black man and a Michael Jackson fan so I should have a say in this whole thing. I noticed that whenever black folk (yes specifically black folk since they do this the most compared to other folk) want to question or doubt that Michael is the biological father of Prince, Paris and Prince II (Bigi/Blanket) they do one of two things: 

  1. They compare pics of his kids with him in the Thriller era. (Dark skin MJ before the vitiligo). 
  2. They compare pics of his kids with him with plastic surgery in the late 90s/2000s, post-vitiligo. 

Since they are basing their doubts whenever they do these things above, it seems to me that they have: 

  1. Disowned Michael since the BAD or Dangerous eras (when his skin was getting lighter due to vitiligo and NOT bleach). Or just pretended that the only Michael Jackson to exist was dark-skin Michael. 
  2. Never trusted Michael on any damn thing (ESPECIALLY after the child molestation allegations in 1993 and 2003 which were all proven to be bullshit PLUS his race).
  3. Thought that MJ hated being black (this pisses me off the most). Or that he’s too black and shouldn’t have white-passing/lighter skinned children (while totally ignoring that he married a white woman - Debbie Rowe - and had vitiligo which took his black skin over time) 

Can they just admit that they hate MJ? They never got the chance to rip him to shreds while he was alive so they express their hatred of him by attaching his seed (especially Paris, who’s on a roll right now in the modeling business). People were so pressed when Paris came out identifying as black despite her white passing appearance? 

How more mad would they be if Paris chose her whiteness over her blackness? WHITE-PASSING BLACK PEOPLE DO EXIST YOU KNOW!!! JUST BECAUSE THEY DON’T LOOK IMMEDIATELY BLACK OR DON’T “ACT BLACK” DOESN’T MEAN THAT THEY AREN’T BLACK. Nobody does this sort of shit to Sofia Richie (Lionel Richie’s daughter) who is white-passing as well, but everybody wanna crucify Paris just because….she’s MICHAEL’s child.

I and many others have spoken on this topic here, here, here, and here. Feel free to review them. Or just continue believing in the tabloid media’s lies about MJ and his kids that played y’all so much until the day MJ dropped dead. Keep in mind, those some tabloids were key in MJ’s downfall.

/rant

“YOU HAD THAT ON YOU THE WHOLE TIME?!”

Originally posted by bonesy-mccoy

Bones x reader

Warnings: Blood and scary aliens

Word count: 849

A/N: I just wanted to make you guys something to celebrate 1,169 FOLLOWERS!!! WHAT?? I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU!!

P.S. My life has been a huge mess lately and I’m so sorry to everyone I haven’t answered! I’m trying to go through your requests now, I’m so sorry for the wait, I just want you to know it’s not a bother, I love helping you guys, my anxiety is just not letting me be creative at aaall these days. Sorry <3


Her breath came out in short bursts as she observed the scene. Strange figures roamed around the crash site, their overly large mouths snarling and growling to each other. There were dozens of them. She wasn’t too safe here hiding in the bushes, but she was reluctant to leave, knowing that people will come looking for her, unknowing of the dangers. Ripping some fabric off her pants, she tied it around her bleeding arm, thankful that she didn’t get more severely hurt.

Looking back up, she tried to calm her racing heart, but a blue figure to the right immediately made it go faster.

Leonard.

He was about 20 meters away, making his way out of the woods, oblivious to the creatures that would surely rip him to shreds if he was spotted. Silently cursing to herself, she raced through the trees, staying as low as she could. He was just about to enter the clearing when she all but tackled him into a bush, holding a hand to his mouth before he could yelp. Her eyes darted through the leaves to see if they noticed the debacle.

“Y/N!” His voice was muffled and he removed her hand from his face before continuing. “What happened to your arm? Are you okay?” His voice was frantic but she didn’t pay mind to it as she was too busy watching out for their lives.

“Keep quiet!” she hissed, leaning further into him as one of the figures glanced their way.

“Y/N.” She shushed him again, but he didn’t obey as he kept trying to get her attention.

“Y/N.”

“Shut your pretty mouth, Len, didn’t you see the freaking alien monsters-”

“Y/N.”

“I swear to god, I will kick yo-“

“I thought you were gone.” If it wasn’t for the voice crack at his last word she would’ve shushed him again. Confused, she spun her head only to see his teary eyes only inches from hers. The pain she found in them made her mind go blank and she became vividly aware of the lack of distance between them.

“Len…I, it was a small crash, nothing I couldn’t handle.” She stuttered, her heart leaping at the rare vulnerability the Doctor was showing.

“A small crash? Y/N, you…you jumped on a freaking enemy cargo ship and crashed it! Your comm broke, we thought you…” He trailed off, his hurt face suddenly converting into anger. “God, you just have to play the hero every damn time and pretend you’re not leaving anybody behind, huh?! Do you know what we- what I went through?! No, you only think about yourself, never others! You know,-“ His voice was raising with every word as she frenzied with trying to calm him down.

“Shut up, will you?!” She gave up and tried to put her hand on his mouth again but he pushed it away.

“-sometimes you are just so selfish and I-“

“Len!” She looked up to the site in a panic, hoping he would shut the hell up.

“-don’t understand how I even care for your immature ass-“

One glance at his blabbering mouth during her panicked state was enough for her to shut him up by grabbing his face and kissing him. Her lips tingled as they simply lay there with their lips pressed against each other before she pulled away, angrily fighting off a blush as she exploded.

“I was thinking of others when I took that risk but I see you’re fine with me getting killed by an armed alien-tribe, now will you close that damn mouth and let me try to get us out of here alive, ‘cause as much as I’d like to continue this, I also want to live a little longer!” He stared at her slack-jawed as she glanced back up, immediately panicking as she saw figures approaching.

“Why don’t we just go back to the ship” He suddenly inquired, pulling out his comm and speaking into it. “I found her.” Looking at him in confusion, she had just the time to search for something to defend herself with before they were surrounded by light and teleported away.

It only took her a second to realize she was in the teleporter room, and it took all but five to realize what just happened. Leonard gave her a sloppy grin as she glared at him.

“YOU HAD THAT ON YOU THE WHOLE TIME, WHY-?!” You stopped as you heard other people in the room and realized the exact position you and Leonard were in. Quickly getting up, you straightened your torn clothes and shot a withering glare at Leonard before you strode out of the room, ignoring the smirks of your crewmates. You got all but five feet from the door before a hand gently grabbed your uninjured arm. Turning around, you tried your hardest to be angry in spite of his adorable smile.

“You said something about continuing this?” he winked and this time either of them could hide their blush.

“Maybe if you fix my damn arm first.” She grumbled, trying and failing to fight off a smile.