side crane

I’ve seen things around about the sides making paper stars. I never figured out how to make paper stars but I do make paper cranes. I make a lot of paper cranes.

So I like to imagine Logan likes to make paper cranes and just throws them out like I do but Roman and Patton hang onto the ones they find because they’re pretty cool and they don’t have the patience to make them.

Then one day Roman asks Logan how many cranes he thinks he’s made because they say you get a wish when you reach a thousand and Logan says that’s rediculous and wishing is illogical.

Then Roman goes “Oh come now Logan, you must have made a thousand by now. Come on. Make a wish. You know you want to.”

And Logan says “I wish you and Patton would contribute something intelligent for once”

And then what happens immediately afterwards?

The Hogwarts House Video.

If Jonathan got a pHD he would’ve had to have gone in for like 3-4 hours being grilled aboyt his dissertation and defending it, meaning for 3-4 hours he talked about ALL the fear research he did, and at the end of it the committee that was in charge of determining whether it was valid research were like ‘yeah that’s p accurate’

also since no one else has mentioned it, fiidora just sitting like a fair maiden after he falls like “oh? where did link go?” is adorable and feels 100% like he just saw his prince charming & is all bummed that he had to leave

Quick sketch before go to bed~<3 Kinda out of my usual style but… I like the result~<3 I wanted to show some creepy side of Paper Crane as he doesn’t really have any sense of morality…

You know that you’re gonna have a ‘bad time’ when his hands start to shapeshift for sharp claw shape fingers since he is more into close range fight when it comes to attacks.

Art & Paper Crane© @little-noko

9

“ When something is important enough, you do it even if the odds are not in your favor.“

–Elon Musk

Part One // Part Two // Part Three //

Birthday Presents (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Summary: You spend your birthday with your boyfriend Jimin and he gets you some gifts. (Dirty talk, bondage (I guess, but nothing too kinky), profanity as always)

Originally posted by minblush

You woke up in the middle of the afternoon looking like a troll from under a bridge. Turning to glance at the clock, you saw that it was well past noon, but you had no regrets. Laying back against your pillows you try to think clearly and come back into reality. What day is it? Then it hit you when you looked at the calendar hanging on your wall. Today was your yearly reminder of how quickly your youth was slipping away from you and how old you were getting. A groan slipped past your lips as you rolled out of the comfort of your bed to grab your phone from the nightstand.

When you looked at the screen you were only half surprised to see the many text messages and snapchats from your friends and family wishing you a happy birthday. You half heartedly replied to all of them, copying and pasting your thank you to everyone. You really couldn’t care less. When you opened Snapchat, you clicked on your boyfriend’s name and looked at all of the messages and pictures he had sent you. Most of them were of his face with a cute caption saying happy birthday or how much he loved you and how he couldn’t wait to see you later today. His messages made you smile and you happily replied to him.

Since you hated birthday parties, you asked Jimin not to throw you one this year. You couldn’t understand why people made such a big deal over birthdays when it’s literally just another day of the year. But Jimin insisted on doing something to “celebrate” so you agreed on just spending time together. He was the only person you truly cared about anyway, aside from your best friend and yourself.

You put your phone down and continued with your normal routine. It was the weekend and you didn’t have anything to do, so you took the time to lounge on the couch to scroll through social media. You got a text from Jimin saying that he would be at your house by 5 and you sighed. Looking up at the clock, you saw that it was already 4:15 and a groan slipped past your lips. You didn’t feel like moving so you sat there until 4:45, hopping off of the sofa quickly when you realized that you only had 15 minutes to get ready. Quickly rushing to the bathroom, you attempted to clean yourself up. Your hair was a tangled mess, you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet, and you didn’t have on any makeup. Let alone, you didn’t even know what you were going to wear. You cursed silently for always putting yourself in this situation.

Fifteen minutes passed faster than you expected and at exactly 5pm on the dot, your doorbell rang. You put down the flat iron and practically skipped to the door, excitement bubbling in your chest at the thought of seeing your lover. When you pulled the door open, you were met with a smiling Jimin who stepped inside with the breeze. He was holding something in his hand and you glanced at it before being swept up into a tight hug. Your feet lost contact with the ground as your boyfriend’s strong arms constricted around you, cutting off most of the air flow to your lungs. You patted his back for mercy.

“J-Jimin I can’t breathe.” You struggled and he gently placed you back on the floor, peppering your face in butterfly kisses, ending with the tip of your nose.

“Happy birthday, jagiya!” He smiled so brightly that you thought you were looking at the sun. “How’s the birthday girl? Do you feel any different?”

“No, I feel the same as yesterday, old and decrepit.” You deadpan and he frowns.

“Come on, be a little more optimistic than that.” You let out a heavy sigh and try again.

“I feel great, I’m one more year closer to my end goal: the grave.” A forced fake smile pushes itself onto your lips and you give Jimin a thumbs up. He rolls his eyes at you.

“Well at least you’re making progress.”

Jimin could always be positive and see the good side in everything. That’s why your relationship was so appalling at first. Few people understood how someone so positive could end up with, and fall in love with, someone as pessimistic and impassive as you. It’s not like you didn’t have emotions, you just didn’t express them as openly as others and your resting bitch face made it seem like you were cold and constantly judging people. But Jimin saw through that. You were actually an empathetic and passionate person who put all of her energy into a few select things, this included only a small group of people. You opened up to people easily, you thought of yourself as an open book because you honestly had nothing to hide, but people just needed to get past your exterior roughness and approach you to figure that out. If someone wanted to know something, all they had to do was ask.

Jimin was first drawn to the fact that you had many good acquaintances but so few real friends. He wondered if you were just a quiet person, but the more he observed you, the more he saw that you had a great personality and were quite friendly and funny when you wanted to be.

But none of this compared to the fact that you were absolutely stunning. He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world from the moment he first saw you and his attraction only grew from there. Because he put so much energy into paying attention to you, you put that same amount of energy into him and opened your arms to let him into your inner circle. Give what you get, as you always say. Jimin’s attraction to you was obvious and he had no desire to hide it as he flirted with you every chance he got, but he was so sweet and caring that you couldn’t stop your heart from growing fond of him. You shocked everyone when you first told them that you and Jimin were dating, but that was fine by you. You had little regard for what others thought of you and your personal life and you didn’t expect them to understand the dynamics of your relationship. What you and Jimin had was mutual respect for each other, among other things, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He never tried to change you and you loved that about him.

“Can you wait here? As you can see I’m not 100% ready to go yet.” You motioned to your half straightened hair and bare face and his eyes disappeared into the crescent moons you loved so much.

“I don’t know… I kinda like that look on you. Especially the pajamas.” He reached over to pinch your bare thigh just below the end of your pajama shorts and you smacked his hand away with a laugh.

“I promise I won’t take too long.”

Hurrying to the bathroom, you stopped in front of the mirror to continue what you were doing before he got here. You noticed how the grin still hadn’t left your lips yet and you paused. How did Jimin have the ability to brighten your mood with just his face? Just his presence could make you smile and you hardly recognized the person staring at you in the mirror. When did you become a giggly teenager who smiled like a fool because of a boy? You were a grown adult and you figured you should start acting like one. Composing yourself, you grabbed the flat iron again and resumed your work.

When you finally finished getting dressed and doing your makeup, you walked out into your living room to show your boyfriend, who was doing something on his phone. He looked up when he heard you walk in and immediately his eyes widened at the sight of you. You had on a short floral sundress with a simple pair of wedges. A pearl dotted each of your ears and silver charms dangled from the chain hugging your wrist. You went for a natural look with your makeup, since you weren’t going anywhere fancy you didn’t feel the need to do anything fancy. Even though you were going for a more casual look, Jimin thought you were breathtaking. His eyes raked up and down your figure, lingering on your curves and smooth legs before hopping up to inspect your face.

“You look gorgeous, jagi.” He gave you a genuine smile and you felt your heart flutter in the confines of your chest.

“Thanks.” You returned his smile and tried to fight the blush that crept up to the surface of your cheeks when you noticed him biting the corner of his lip. Walking over to where he was seated, you stood between his legs and took his hands.

“You know Hobi’s mad at you right?” You cocked your head to the side questioningly as Jimin craned his neck to look up at you. “He’s upset that you didn’t want to have a party because he really wanted to see you today. He also told me to tell you that he’s offended that you wanted to spend the day with me instead of him.”

“Gosh he’s such a child,” You huffed, shaking your head playfully. “He acts like I didn’t spend everyday of my life with him for four years straight. I think my boyfriend is a little bit more important than my bestie so tell him he can see me tomorrow. And it’s not like he couldn’t have stopped by, I wasn’t doing anything.” You laugh.

“I think he just wanted another excuse to party. Not to mention your other cute friend would have been there and you know how he feels about her.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows and you stuck out your tongue in disgust.

“I still don’t know how I would feel about them hooking up. Also, I don’t think I ever want to have another birthday party after how bad it was last year.” You both cringed at the memory.

Last year’s party was more than a flop, it was a disaster. A fight broke out in the middle of the dance floor and several people vomited because they thought it was a good idea to take homemade Jell-O shots in a corner. Aside from that chaos, your family would not leave your side and they kept asking you questions about your life, obviously failing to realize why they were ignorant of that information in the first place. You barely had any time to dance with Jimin or talk to your friends because you were too busy doing everything at once and by the end of the night you were exhausted, leaving the party with disgustingly sticky shoes, sweated out hair, a hole in your dress, and an injured boyfriend who so bravely decided to help break up the fight.

“Yeah let’s not talk about last year ever again.” Jimin suggested and you agreed.

“What’s in the box?” You asked curiously, nodding your head in the direction of the gift propped up against his leg.

“I got you something.” Jimin tightened his fingers around yours before pulling them away to hand you the present.

“I told you not to get me anything.” You whined with a pout that made Jimin want to pinch your cheeks.

“Just open it.”

“Aish, Jimin why didn’t you listen? I said I didn’t want anything..” You complained even though you were very grateful for his thoughtfulness.

“Open it!” He forced the object into your hands gently and you took it with a sigh. He grinned to himself as you untied the ribbon and lifted the lid slowly, eyes lighting up at the sight of the contents.

You stared at the matching set of silver jewelry shining inside the box. There was a pair of crescent moon earrings sitting next to a matching bracelet and necklace. The bracelet had charms on it; aside from the crescent moon there were stars and a planet with rings. You looked up at Jimin to see him holding up his hand to read some words from it.

“You are my world, you are the stars in my sky, the light of my life.” He looked back down at his palm for comedic effect. “And unlike the phases of the moon, my love for you will never wane.” He gave you a cheesy smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle at him.

“Jimin these are beautiful,” You looked back at his gift and pulled them out of the box.

“Not as beautiful as you, but I guess they’ll have to do.” He shrugged. “Do you like them?”

“I love them.”

“And did you like my poem? I wrote it myself.” He seemed proud so you praised him until he confessed that he found it somewhere on the internet, to which you laughed. You hated his cheesiness so much that it was charming. He knew how you felt about corny lines so he used them often just to get a kick out of you.

Jimin helped put on your new accessories instead of the jewelry you had on before and smiled at you.

“The crescent moons remind me of your eyes.” You tell him in a loving tone when you observe how his eyes disappeared behind the tops of his cheeks and eyelids.

“I know, that’s why I got them.”

“How thoughtful.” There was sarcasm in your voice but you were being completely genuine.

“Are you ready to go?” Jimin stood up and took your hand in his. You nodded and followed him out of the door.


You told Jimin previously that you didn’t want to go to a fancy restaurant or anything like that so he settled on taking you to a movie and then to an ice cream restaurant. You ate dinner there and had your favorite ice cream. You expressed to Jimin how happy you were that he decided to take you there because it used to be your favorite place to go as a child. He reminded you of all the times you told him that same thing whenever you passed it and you admitted that you didn’t think he was ever listening. A warm and fuzzy feeling surrounded you when you realized that Jimin listened and cared about you more than you thought.

Once you arrived at your home, you thanked Jimin for your night.

“Oh it’s not over yet.” He smirked at you before grabbing a gift bag from the back seat of his car.

“Another gift?” You were surprised but also curious to see what it was.

“Mhm, and I hope you’ll like this one more than the first.” There was a glint of something in his eyes but you couldn’t decipher what it was. He walked ahead of you to your doorstep and allowed you to unlock the door.

Instead of heading to your living room like you expected, Jimin walked straight toward your bedroom without saying a word. Locking the door behind yourself, you quickly followed to see what he was up to. When you walked into the room, you found that he was already sitting on the bed waiting patiently for you. He wordlessly handed you the bag and you took it, a thin layer of sweat slicking your palms as you became eager to find out what your gift was.

“Lingerie?” You cocked an eyebrow up at him and he licked his lips in response.

“Try it on.” He encouraged and you didn’t hesitate. You pulled the garments out of the bag, eyeing the scant fabric and trying to figure out how much of your body it would, or should you say wouldn’t, cover. Slipping your panties down from under your dress, you turn your back to your boyfriend and bend over to pick them up from the ground, giving him a glimpse of your ass and heat. You grab the lingerie and slide it slowly up your legs to tease him before pulling your dress over your head and unclasping your bra. You know Jimin can’t see you and is probably holding his breath in anticipation of you turning around, but you give him no such pleasure. You calmly put on the bra and leave the straps loose intentionally as you finally whirl around to reveal yourself to him. He gasps at your beauty.

“Do you like it?” You ask innocently as you watch the flesh of his plump bottom lip get assaulted by his teeth.

“You’re so hot, (Y/n).” His eyes follow as the strap on your shoulder glides down the skin slowly and he swallows loudly.

“I’m starting to think this present is more for you than it is for me.” You giggle and the corners of his lips rise slightly at your remark. You stride up to where he’s sitting and you place yourself across his lap, legs dangling to one side. Your hands crawl up his chest and shoulders to lock behind his neck as you look him in the eyes.

“Those look so much better on you than they did on the mannequin.” He states, clearly in awe of your appearance.

He leans in and connects his lips with yours, his fingertips whispering along your exposed side leaving a ticklish trail in their wake. The seal of your lips are parted by his tongue and you easily comply, letting his wet muscle wrestle yours. It feels like someone has just turned on the heater in your bedroom because suddenly you feel a wave of warmth go through you, contrasting the goosebumps that erupt from your skin everywhere Jimin’s hands touch. Soon you’re moaning into his mouth quietly, but he pulls away.

“You know, there’s something else in the bag.” He reaches beside him to retrieve the discarded bag you placed on the sheets and hands it back to you. You briefly look up at him again before reaching into the bag. A silky material grazes your fingers and you pull it out to inspect the fabric. Long black ribbons appear from the bag and you wonder how you missed them before.

“Are these..?”

“They’re exactly what you think they are.” Jimin nods and you feel another wave of heat course through your veins as you think about what you could do with them.

“This is kinda kinky,” You comment with a smirk, but Jimin can tell you love it too. If you didn’t you would have expressed your distaste by now. “I like it.”

“I know you do. I just thought we should try something different tonight.” He places a peck on your now swollen lips before allowing you to stand up. There are four ribbons in the bag and you assume that they could be used for various things in this situation.

“Are these for me or you?” You look up to lock eyes with Jimin and you see his relaxed form resting back on his arms as he drinks up your appearance.

“It’s your birthday so you get to decide.” A comforting smile crosses his lips and calms your heart. You hadn’t even noticed it was beating that fast until then. The laziness in his demeanor puts you at ease and you can tell that he’s drunk off of you. You’ve been told that your kisses can do that to him, but little did he know you felt the same way. Thinking about what you wanted to do tonight, you looked at his body in his tight clothing, debating with yourself if you wanted to have fun wrecking him or if you wanted him to control you. No matter what you choose it would be a win-win for both of you.

“Umm,” You bit your lip and thought hard. Ultimately, you decided that you could have your fun with him another time. It was your birthday so you were allowed to be a little selfish and want things for yourself. “Use them on me.”

He smirked a wicked and lazy smirk as he pushed himself off of the bed to stand in front of you.

“Are you sure?” His eyes bore into your own and you saw the arousal swimming in them. The intensity alone made you feel wet and you were only partially sorry that you were ruining the nice panties he had just bought you.

Yes.” Your voice came out as a breath and you were amazed by how the change in his body language could make you become so submissive so easily.

“Whatever you want, princess.” Once the name dripped off of his lips, you felt your core throb. He has never called you that before but you found it to be more arousing than you expected. Jimin could tell that you liked it and mentally noted that that would be your pet name for the night. “Get on the bed.” He’s voice was still gentle and sweet but you followed his instructions anyway.

You laid on your back as you watched Jimin circle the bed, staring at your body like a hungry vulture. The mattress dipped when he climbed onto it, the ribbons held tightly in his soft hands as he made his way up your body. He reached behind you to unhook your bra and slide the straps down your arms, feather light touches of his fingers against your bare skin causing goosebumps to appear.

“Arms up.” You obliged instantly by putting your hands above your head, resting your arms on the pillows so that you were comfortable enough to stay like that. Your usually sweet and squishy boyfriend hovered over you but you could hardly recognize him. His features seemed chiseled and hard as he leaned over you to tie a ribbon around both of your wrists and you couldn’t tell if it was just the angle or not. It was rare for you to see this dominant side of Jimin. In bed you have only experienced it twice, once when you asked him specifically to dominate you and another time when he was upset about something and you let him take his frustrations out on you. He wasn’t a rough lover and you knew he wouldn’t be unless you asked him to, but the look he had on his face was intimidating to say the least. You were nervous in the best way possible and you didn’t know what to expect.

After tying another ribbon in the middle of the makeshift handcuffs on your wrists, Jimin fastened it to the bedpost. You tested the give of the ribbon and his knots and were surprised to see that his knots were really strong. Looking up at him, you silently asked him what he was going to do next. He pulled off his shirt and pants quickly before coming back down to you, lips just inches from yours as he observed your face. Moving a strand of hair from your face, he spoke in a low voice.

“Okay princess, I’m going to set some rules.” His fingertips traced your jawline and it made you want to squirm from ticklishness. You nodded, unsure if that was what he was looking for, and he continued. “Today’s about you, so I’m going to focus on making you feel good. That means you have to tell me when you like something. Don’t try to hide your moans either, I want to know how good you feel.”

Even though he wasn’t saying or doing anything too dirty, the thought of what was to come was enough for you to soak the lace between your legs. You nodded again.

“But that also means you have to tell me if you don’t like something.” His eyes softened slightly and told you that he was serious. “Tell me if anything hurts or if you don’t like something I do and I’ll stop immediately and fix it.”

“Okay.” You breathe after swallowing to remedy the dryness in your throat. You doubted very seriously that Jimin would do anything you didn’t like.

Your confirmation prompted him to slide a firm hand up your torso, starting from your hip and ending at one of your breasts. He took the soft flesh into his hand and kneaded it lightly while he leaned in to capture your lips. Your skin felt hot in his hand already and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet. Quiet kisses moved down your jawline and neck, stopping to whisper purple flowers onto your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. You gasped when you felt a sudden wetness against your nipple, followed by the warmth of your boyfriend’s mouth. A moan of surprise escaped you when his teeth sunk into the bud lightly, his tongue licking at it again to soothe the dull pain. The same treatment was given to the other nipple and you began to arch into his touch.

Jimin smirked at your increasing neediness, continuing his slow path down your body while leaving marks every few centimeters. When he reached your hips and spread your legs, you thought he was finally going to take care of the throbbing between your thighs, but he completely skipped over your core to lick along your legs. He kissed your inner thighs and bit the sensitive skin closest to your panties. You whimpered in response and he could hear how heavy you were breathing in the quiet room. Jimin took his time kissing down your leg all the way to your ankle, only to repeat his trail on your other leg. Whines left your mouth when he stopped to suck a dark hickey next to your panty line, so close to where you wanted him yet so far.

“Jimin,” Your voice came out weak again, but that was only because Jimin decided to lick at your core through the thin lace of your panties, his nose nudging your clit pleasantly. “Please don’t tease me, it’s my birthday.” You batted your eyelashes at him and tried to coax him with your cuteness.

“I thought you said you didn’t care about your birthday?” His hot breath could be felt over the fabric and it made you buck your hips up toward him.

“I thought you said you were going to please me tonight?” Your smart remark earns you a bite on the hip and your breath hitches.

“I am.” He replies simply, playfulness dancing in his pupils.

“You said to tell you if I don’t like something and I don’t like your teasing. Do something please.” You figured that begging would be the most effective way to get what you wanted so you dropped your pride for him.

“We have all night princess, there’s no rush.” Despite his words, Jimin complied to your plea and slid down your underwear to throw them somewhere in the room for you to find later. “Obviously you did like the teasing, you soaked straight through your brand new panties.”

He ran a finger up your slit, your juices slicking his finger as he moved it up and down, his eyes locking with yours briefly before he slid the digit into you. You moan loudly when your body gets some sort of relief, but you crave more. Jimin curls his finger before moving it in and out at a moderate pace, soon adding in a second next to it.

“Look at how wet you are.” He cooed, leaning up to speak into your ear. “Did you see how easy my fingers went in? Maybe I should tease you more often.” He chuckles and you bite your lip. Jimin adjusts so he can kiss you properly, pumping his fingers faster in time with the movement of his plump lips against yours.

Your hips lift off of the bed slightly to meet his hand and he smirks against your lips at your eagerness for more contact. Breaking away from you, he moves back down to lick at your core, spreading the liquid seeping out alongside his fingers up to your clit. A simple flick of the tip of his tongue has you throwing your head back and spreading your legs wider. Instinct and habit tells you to intertwine your fingers in his hair, but a creak of the headboard and pressure on your wrists reminds you of your current situation. You settle for balling your hands into fists.

Jimin sucks at your bud with fervor and you can’t help but arch into him at the feeling. He slips in another finger and curses tumble from your lips alongside his name.

“Do you like this, princess?” He lifts his mouth from you only enough to mumble the words before dipping back down to continue his work. You had almost forgotten about his rules.

“Fuck, Jimin that feels so good, keep going.” You manage to pant out and you can feel his face scrunching at your praise. His tongue flicks faster at your clit and you let out a long groan, your hips bucking wildly against his face. Jimin uses his free hand to hold down your hips but he allows enough mobility for you to rock into him.

The pace of his fingers and tongue increases exponentially when he brushes a spot inside of you that makes you gasp. You stare down at him to watch his ministrations and the sight propels you into higher pleasure. His name falls from your lips like a prayer and your eyes squeeze shut as you near the edge.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum.” You warn Jimin of your oncoming orgasm but the tightness of your walls around him has already given you away. He hums and the vibrations send you over the edge. Your legs clamp around his head as waves of pleasure crash through you, causing your body to jerk and thrust on its own. Moans and whimpers that almost sound like Jimin’s name clumsily tumble out of your mouth with your staggered breaths. Jimin looks up from between your legs and observes the pleasure and delight on your features, eyebrows knitted tightly together, mouth open in an “o” shape, hands pulling helplessly on their restraints, breasts rising and falling with every ridged breath you take. He can feel himself twitching in his boxers at the sight of you and he palms himself with his free hand to ease the tension.

He keeps pumping his fingers and kissing along your lower body until your hips stop completely and you jerk from sensitivity. When he removes his fingers with a lewd wet noise, you open your eyes to look at his now shiny face. Looking you dead in the eye, Jimin brings his cum covered fingers up to his mouth and sucks on each one, humming around the digits as if you were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. When he’s done cleaning them, he runs his hands back up your body only to place them beside your head to support his weight as he leans down to kiss you sweetly.

“Mmmm, you taste so good princess.” He utters against your lips before pushing his tongue into your mouth to allow you to taste yourself.

He grinds his hips into you and you can feel his erection pressing against your leg. It’s so hard that it must be painful for him and you want nothing more than to touch it. But you can’t. Your make out session lasts until Jimin has to pull away for air and you gaze up at his beautiful features. He rests his forehead against yours for a moment before pushing himself away to kneel in front of your body.

“You make me so hard (Y/n), you have no idea.” Jimin says as he pulls his boxers down his thick thighs. His cock springs up against his toned stomach and you can’t tear your eyes away from it. A bead of precum sits at the tip of it, threatening to drip down, and a long throbbing vein runs up the underside of it. His balls look tight and you wish your hands were free so you could relieve some of the tension.

“I wish I could touch you.” You say quietly, eyes flicking up to his.

“Yeah, but I’d much rather fuck you instead.” He moves closer after kicking his boxers off the side of the bed and you spread your legs in anticipation for his body. Reaching down to grip your legs, he brings each of them over each one of his shoulders respectively and plants a kiss just below your knee. “Are you ready?” He asks as he wraps one hand around your thigh and uses the other to line himself up with your entrance.

You nod and move your hips toward him in reply. Jimin skims his tip up and down your slit to lubricate himself. He then slides himself through your folds without entering you. The head of his cock rubs against your clit and you squirm beneath him with every movement he makes. You clamp down on your bottom lip to contain the moans in your throat as you watch Jimin tease you, hoping silently that he would take mercy on you and cave into his desires.

“Please Jimin,” You whisper when his eyes meet yours, already feeling out of breath. He can clearly see the desperation in your eyes and he decides to take pity on you. As he slides into you, he bites down on the skin of your thigh as a way to control himself from pounding into you immediately. It doesn’t hurt when his teeth sink into your skin, but you know there will be a mark in the morning. You stretch around him as he pushes himself deeper into you inch by inch, allowing you to feel all of him as he goes. Jimin makes a conscious effort to make sure he doesn’t hurt you, so he peers at your face the entire time to watch your reactions.

The pleasurable sting of his thickness inside you causes your face to contort, but your moans let Jimin know that you are enjoying this. He leans forward over your body and it makes his entry smoother. When he bottoms out, he groans and waits for you to give him the ‘ok’ to move. His thumb caresses your side as he places kisses on your legs. You relax as much as possible under him and tell him quietly that he can move. Jimin pulls out of you slowly until just his head sits inside of you and pushes back in delicately. This time his entry is pain-free and your wetness allows him to slip in faster. The next thrust is rougher and he quickly picks up speed.

“Ahh~ you’re so fucking wet princess. Do you like the sound of me fucking your tight little pussy?” Jimin grunts, leaning back to exaggerate his motions so you can hear the wet noises better.

“Yes, it’s so hot.” You can’t tell if you’re pulling on your restraints anymore because your hands have fallen asleep. Your body feels like it’s on fire and moans of Jimin’s name are falling from your lips faster than you can catch them. But he doesn’t want you to stop them. Each noise that is released from your throat pushes him to go harder, and in turn, causes you to be louder.

He leans over you and places his hands on either side of your head, staring directly at your face as he fucks the soul out of you. You’re thankful that you are flexible because right now Jimin has you folded in two. The change in position let’s him thrust deeper and it steals your breath away. He’s in so deep that it feels like your organs are being pushed around, and you love it. You try to crane your neck up to kiss him.

“Jimin, your cock feels so good, I love how you fill me up!” Knowing that your dirty talk fuels him, you let your vulgarities fly freely. When you crane your neck again, he takes the hint and bends down to connect your lips. This forces his weight onto you and you whimper at the new angle he’s hitting. The sheets beneath you are probably soaking wet because of how much you’re sweating from the exercise and both of your body heat, but you couldn’t care less. All you could focus on was how good he felt.

Suddenly, Jimin pulls away and pulls out of you, taking your legs from his shoulders and grabbing ahold of your hips tightly. Before you can ask any questions, he flips you over with a swift motion and you land on your stomach with your face in the pillows. He smacks your right butt cheek and you gasp, feeling your arousal drip out of you.

“Ass up, princess.”

It’s hard for you to get on your knees in this position with your hands still tied above your head, but Jimin helps you by lifting you by your waist so you can get your legs under you. Bending your elbows, you inch your way up the bed slightly so there is more slack on the now twisted ties. You dare to peek behind you and are met with another hard smack on the ass.

“You have such a nice, round butt. I could play with it all day.” Jimin’s hands knead the flesh and reduce the dull stinging from the hits they just took. He spreads your lower lips and ass cheeks and you could hear him hissing behind you. “Princess, you look so sexy like this.”

Your cheeks turn hot at his words and you feel foolish for blushing. You’ve exposed yourself to him many times before so you shouldn’t feel shy. No longer able to contain himself, he unexpectedly thrusts into you and you cry out at the feeling. He looks at you with concern when the sound escapes you, but continues to push in and out. When he notices that it was just out of surprise, he increases the power of his thrusts dramatically and it propels you forward. He grabs your hips to keep you in place. You are helpless against his stimulation and all you can do is moan into the pillow. Your throat starts to feel raw from your constant sounds of pleasure, but it doesn’t stop you from practically screaming out his name as he pounds into you from behind.

Jimin’s fingers dig into your waist, creating small crescents in your skin. His jaw is clenched tightly as he watches himself glide in and out of your warm cavern. The moans and groans that erupt from him are husky at first, but get higher the closer he get to his peak. He’s moving at a quick and even pace and his balls slap against your clit with every powerful thrust. You begin to tighten around him.

“Mm I like it, Jimin. Please don’t stop.” You pant, rambling aimlessly as your body tenses with the pressure of your oncoming orgasm. You hold your own hand and squeeze as the pressure builds.

“You like how I fuck you? How I stretch your tiny hole out with my hard cock?” You can hear how strained his voice is coming out and know that he’s holding back.

“I fucking love it!” At this point you’re almost yelling at the top of your lungs. Your legs tremble beneath you and you fight with your body to stay upright.

“Are you going to cum, princess? Let it go for me.” Jimin increases his pace and the force of his hips hitting your ass causes you to jerk forward again. He grabs your hips and pulls you back so he can slam into you and you both let out a string of moans. You won’t move back any further because of the ties around your wrists, but Jimin seems to be unaware of that fact as he keeps moving you back and forth. You have to straighten your arms to relieve the pulling on your wrists, but you can’t feel any of that. The only thing that is processing in your brain is the pulsing of your core and Jimin’s name.

He brings a hand around your underside and presses his fingers to your clit. Electricity courses through your veins as you clench and release over his length. He groans at the feeling and rubs you faster, desperately wanting you to reach your high before him.

“Ah~ Jimin!!” A high pitched cry tears from your throat but is muffled by your pillow when you bury your head in it.

“I wanna hear you. Let me hear you princess.” Jimin pleads and you can tell he’s close. A final slap on the ass throws you over the edge and you lift your head just in time for Jimin to hear you scream his name. He’s sure the neighbors can hear you in the next house over and he finds it extremely hot. Your walls tighten intensely as your back arches and your toes curl, vibrating waves flowing throughout your body making you quake and shiver. You can’t hear anything and you aren’t sure if you’ve gone blind or if you were just squeezing your eyes shut, and if it wasn’t for the strong arms holding you up, you would have collapsed onto the bed completely by now. Your boyfriend’s name is all that you can comprehend and it rolls off your tongue continuously with your breathless moans and whimpers.

You can hear his curses behind you as his thrusts get sloppier. The white noise ringing in your ears goes away as you begin to calm down and suddenly you can hear everything. It sounds like you’re dripping puddles as he drives into you and you can feel the liquid streaming down the backs of your thighs. Jimin’s voice is louder now as he shamelessly lets out high-pitched moans of your name beside his ragged breaths. The headboard is creaking because of how fierce his movements are and it reminds you of the black ribbons still tied to your wrists. You can feel Jimin twitching inside of you and you tighten around him to help bring him to his peak.

“Fuck, Jimin your dick is so perfect, you made me cum so hard. Please cum in me, I want to feel it.” You knew he loved your dirty talk because of the way his hips stuttered and picked up even faster than before. His tip began to swell and you both moan. You were sensitive because of your recent orgasm but you held out for him. Soon Jimin was gripping your hips with bruising force and calling your name as he came undone behind you. He shallowly pumps himself into you and you could feel his member throbbing as he shot his seed onto your walls. His eyes were closed and his jaw was hanging slack, hair stuck to his forehead caked on by sweat. If you had been able to see him fully you were sure it would have been the hottest he’s ever looked, but you could only see him out of the corner of your eye because of your position.

Jimin lets go of your hips and pulls out slowly, causing your body to drop to the bed. When he hears you pulling on them, he crawls up beside you and unties the knots of ribbons still attached to your wrists. Once you’re able to relax your arms again, you drop them to your sides and shake out your hands, trying to get rid of the tingling sensation pricking them.

“It didn’t hurt did it?” You understand what he means immediately and you shake your head.

“It was fine,” You spoke softly because your throat was a little sore from screaming. Rolling over onto dry sheets, you spot a dark patch where your legs had been. “Damn was I that wet?”

Jimin chuckles at you and you turn to look at him. “You squirted on me.” He chirps, amusement ringing in the chimes of his voice. He carefully rolls over to you and wraps his arms around your sweaty body. Your face was a brilliant stop sign red and there was no way for you to hide it. “It was fucking hot. I’ll have to make you do that again next time.”

You smirk in his direction and turn your head to kiss him. It’s a slow and lazy kiss that makes your heart flutter and you find yourself grinning.

“Happy birthday, jagiya. I hope you liked your presents.” He mumbles against your lips and you smile before pulling away.

“Thanks baby. Next time I want to use them on you.” Jimin bites his lip and agrees before scooping you up and carrying you to the bathroom to run a bath. “I’m starting to like birthdays.”


A/N: I’m currently in the midst of writing another scenario and I’ll try to finish that one soon (fingers crossed). Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!!

caught (fred x reader smut)

summary: reader is house-sitting, and  when she gets a lil too comfortable fred shows up to offer help. this is pure filth. no plot. i hate myself.

pairing: fred weasley x reader

requested: a v long time ago lol

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: smut, daddy kink, oral sex, masturbation?, language, hair pulling, teasing, u kno the drill

Originally posted by lowkeygiges

The burrow sat empty as Y/N dangled her legs over the side of a fat brown couch. The dishes had stopped washing, the house had stopped breathing, and it seemed almost like the place had been abandoned in a way. The Weasleys had trusted her to house-sit whilst they were shopping for Ron’s and Ginny’s school supplies (as Y/N had already finished hers last week).

But perhaps the girl had gotten too comfortable when she slipped a hand under her skirt, toying with herself as heat flooded through her curvy frame. She welcomed the sensation, rolling her hips against her own hand, quietly pleasing herself.  She purred as she moved her hand deftly, working at her sensitive nub

“…mmm, o-oh, Fred…. ”

“Yes?” A voice replied.

Keep reading

a mafia!sehun scenario pt.1 

(a combination of angst, smut and fluff. You have been warned.)

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Your red tartan shirt bristles behind you as you march, furious, towards the dancing neon lights that adulterate the street ahead of them. Kyungsoo had gone out. Again. Barley a week after promising to become less involved in mafia business and he’d slipped away from your shared apartment the second your back had been turned. Your brother’s lack of sincerity hurt, but what really fuelled your rage was the greater, heart-rendering betrayal you’d stumbled upon not an hour ago. Your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, with his face buried between another’s woman legs. For weeks you’d suspected him of an affair, but to have it materialized in front of you had been too much to handle. You’d cried angry, shameful tears and stumbled home, in hopes of finding your older brother’s comfort and warmth. Instead, the house was cold and empty, and the nearest trace of your beloved big brother was a scrawled apology on a ripped piece of paper.

So yeah, you were pissed. And you weren’t about to let Kyungsoo get away with it. You knew how often he frequented this club, though you’d never actually visited it in person before, and that it was a place his gang would often strike deals with neighbouring groups.

You knew very little about Kyungsoo’s group, mostly because he refused to tell you anything or ever let you meet with any of the members. Not that you were exactly pleading for him to let you. He knew how much you hated that part of his life – the gangs, the money, the fights. You had no idea in what the hell he was involved in, but you knew it wasn’t even a little bit legal. He’d come home bloodied and bruised so many times that you were coming to be pretty handy with the makeshift doctor’s kit you kept underneath the kitchen sink. But no matter how many times you would complain about how this life was hurting him, he’d always simply reaffirm the same, undeniable truth – you needed the money. At which point, your yelling would abruptly cease, as you could offer no worthy response – he was right, you really, really needed the money.

You think however, slamming through the club’s dingy doors, that you’re not completely clueless about this part of Kyungsoo’s life. He’ll occasionally let slip some crucial piece of information that you’ve built up a fairly solid background. His gang – exo – run your area. They’re a group of 9 men and you think perhaps the leader was.. Suho, was it? Something like that. But you know that while they’re in control of the local area, they are not the absolute power at the front of it. They’re one of many gangs that help control the whole of Seoul for the big boss. That’s what you’ve taken to calling them, since Kyungsoo absolutely refuses to disclose any clues about their identity. You’re not aware of much else, other than that exo has had to regularly defend their territory lately, so Kyungsoo had been coming home more bloodied and bruised than ever. It worried you to no extent, but you knew that he would never leave his gang. Because as much as you were his sister, they were all his brothers, and his level of devotion to them ran deep. But he had swore he would spend less time out on these jobs, and the clear disregard for your wishes stung deep.

The club seems so busy that the walls themselves vibrate. Everywhere you turn, people slam against one another with shuddering fervour, and more than once you are jostled violently to the side. Craning your neck, you hope to catch a glimpse of Kyungsoo’s dark hair in the crowd, but with this many people and the twitching purple lights, it’s impossible to see. Your fists clench as you attempt to  reign in your growing anger and, thinking you see an opening in the middle of the floor, you push towards it.

It takes a considerable time, but eventually you manage to squirm your way to the forefront of the crowd. In the middle of the floor, two boys dance opposite each other, mirroring the other’s moves in a routine like motion. Around them, the partygoers cheer ferociously and stomp their feet to the beat of the mismatched song. You sigh irritably and scan around the room. From this angle, you realize there is a seating area above the floor. It trails around the room with a number of plush purple comforters at different points, tables situated between them. You growl, realizing this is Kyungsoo’s likely location.

Your attention is drawn back to the boys for a moment as the audience’s approval rears up once again in thunderous applause. You cringe slightly, and then realize it is because the floor beneath them has opened up and is now sprouting water, soaking their clothes.

And yes, you’re angry, very much so, but, well you know how to appreciate a nice view, alright? You’re so lost in the fluidity of the dance for a moment, the stark contrast of the boy’s physiques and their opposing blonde and black hair that you fail to realize everyone around you has moved back, and that you are a definite two paces in front of the crowd with water sloshing at your ankles, impatient shouts ringing at your ears.

Cursing at your own mindless ogling, you try to take advantage of the situation and glance up to see if you can better see Kyungsoo. However, as your eyes drift upwards, they connect with the blonde boy in front of you. His movements have paused, realizing your stance, and he seems to be assessing you, almost. His hair, wet and tousled, bats impatiently around his forehead, only lightly obscuring his dark eyes. The water drips untroubled down the long bridge of his nose and puckering over his full lips, before leading a dangerous path towards his lean and open chest. His attire, you note, leads very little to imagine, with his white shirt soaked through and ripped open, and his dark jeans equally distressed, clinging tight to his skin.

You snap out of your undignified gawking and clear your throat awkwardly, realizing he is smirking at you.

You’ve never been very good at holding the gaze of people so attractive they make your eyes hurt, so you look down immediately, blushing darkly. You hurry to stumble back into the safety of the crowd, but just as you begin to move, so does he. Suddenly, he seems to barrel towards you, as in, literally right towards you so that he is practically running at the crowd. Your eyes widen in considerable shock and you’re hurrying to distance yourself when he leaps into the air, twisting his limbs in a stance that frankly seems both unnatural and dangerous when-

He lands at your feet, on his knees, with his head hanging in front of you. The crowd roars their approval and, running his hands through his hair, he turns to look up at you, grinning this time. His boldness shocks you, though you can’t deny how attractive the sudden confidence is. You’re on the verge of grinning back when your eyes flick south again and realize the red ink on his shirt. Your eyes darken as you take it in, recognizing the same mark on Kyungsoo’s jacket at home. You know exactly what type of mark that is.

Of course. A man lands literally on his knees in front of you and he too, is involved in the mafia. What a blessed, blessed day.

Your interest evaporates instantly and you sigh audibly as he stands, especially when you realize his frame dwarfs your own. He blinks down at you, body still very, very close to your own and quirks an eyebrow at your admittedly not very club like attire.

“Enjoy the show?” He asks, eyes crinkled in a half smile as he leans down slightly.

You match his eyebrow quirk with your own and reaching your hand up, flick some of the water from his performance at his face.

“I’ve seen better.”

Over his shoulder you finally catch a glimpse of your traitorous brother, laughing loudly in a booth with a red haired man in front of him. Your earlier feelings of anger are quickly recalled at the sight, and glowering at the image, you shoulder roughly past the still-smirking man in front of you and slosh loudly through the water stage. You catch the grin of his dark haired partner as you do so, but make no effort to return such niceties – you are much, much too angry for that.

You land in front of your brother will a dull thud, water dripping from your jeans. He and the men around him turn to look at you in interest, but this quickly turns into panic as Kyungsoo realizes who it is standing, glowering in front of him.

“Y/n-“

“What the actual fuck Kyungsoo?”

He stumbles around to exit the booth and the members around him seem shocked at your tone. If you were perhaps calmer, more in control of your rational sense, you would perhaps note that these people around him are the infamous exo gang and have absolutely no clue as to who or what you are, or what you are doing.

“Y/n, calm down-“

“Don’t you dare!” You growl, snatching away from him as he attempts to placate your flailing limbs. In the process, your hand reaches up and strikes against his cheek, and though the men behind him make small sounds of outcry, he only stares at you.  

“You promised me, you promised-“ Your voice continues to raise as your hysteria does, and now not only him, but the men around him reach forward to steady you.

“Little sister, you’re making a scene.” He mutters quietly, latching onto your wrist, a slight red blossoming on his cheek.

Little sister? D.O, what’s going on?” From behind him a tall man asks, taking you in quietly. You glare at him in response, and his gaze hardens.

D.O? D.O? Is that what they call you here?” You hiss. “Is this who you are, D.O?” You question sarcastically and his grip on your wrist tightens.

He leans toward you darkly, ignoring the questioning shouts of the men behind him.

“This is not a place for you, y/n. Go. Home.” He punctuates his last two words harshly, though you see the quick scan he does behind you and realize faintly, that a small crowd has gathered to spectate. Still, unwilling to back down, your matching dark eyes challenge his.

“Go with me.”

You realize that you have laid out a very clear and obvious choice in front of him, and so does he. His eyes widen slightly at what you appear to be asking of him, but you refuse to submit to the hurt that blossoms there. He watches you for a few moments longer before sighing angrily and releasing your wrist so abruptly that it seems to fling across the small space between you. He backs away from you and stands in front of the men in front of him, closer to them than he is to you.

“Who’s the girl, D.O?” Someone asks from behind you and turning slightly, you realize a much larger crowd has gathered than you originally expected. You turn back to your brother, your palms clenched tightly together. He’s turned his back on you, leaning close to the tall man from earlier, who continues to stare at you tensely.

“She’s nothing.” Kyungsoo replies simply and, looking out across the crowd, smiles sardonically, rolling his eyes.

“As if I would associate with the likes of her.”

The crowd titters in cruel excitement behind you and hot, angry tears spring to your eyes. You scoff in disbelief and wonder how the situation escalated from bad, to worse.

He looks back at you once more and there’s a regretful understanding in his eyes, an almost tug in his limbs that make it seem as though he wants to approach you, but confirmed with a certainty that he won’t.

Overwhelmed with hurt, you turn on him and weave through the crowd who, having just witnessed your utter humiliation seem willing to leave room for your escape. This, small mercy you suppose you can appreciate.

Bursting out the doors of the club, you let out a sudden, feral scream. The hinges of the doors trickle shut behind you, but you ignore it, squatting to your knees and taking your head in your palms, willing the tears to stop.

You can’t believe Kyungsoo would willingly treat you this way. For a long time you’d regarded your brother as the one person in the world you felt you could rely wholly upon, who you were sure would never break or abuse your trust the way he had only moments ago. Your anger, while still present, is overwhelmed by the hurt of your brother’s disloyalty and your own humiliation at his hands.

Your inner monologue is interrupted as the doors once again swing open behind you. Initially, you take no interest in the likely drunk trespasser, expecting them to perhaps vomit in the muddy patch across from you before then stumbling back inside. Instead, slow, careful steps click against the pavement next to you and, spreading your fingers slightly, you realize a group of 3 men or so have come to gather around you.

You stop crying, and raise your head slightly. One directly ahead of you, one at each side. Your breath comes in quick, sudden gasps but you figure this is probably a good thing. They will not expect much of a girl who looks afraid.

(Though, you figure it’s probably important to note that you are very, very afraid anyway.)

A man with a dark suit, dark hair and darker eyes grins sardonically down at you. A cigarette dangles precariously from his lips and after a moment, he draws in a breath that seems almost laborious and crushes it under the heel of his shoe. He makes the sudden twist of his foot seem intimidating, and though he seems keen to maintain a supposed easy going stance, every inch of him stands firm and calculating.

After a moment’s pause, he squats down in front of you and pulls your hands away from your face, keeping them still in his palms. His hands are cold.

“And who might you be?” His words are smooth and clear, ringing out across the suddenly empty street.

Fighting hard to maintain a facade that doesn’t show how intimidated you have become, you raise your head higher, looking him dead in the eye.

“No one to you.” Your response is casual, cool, the opposite of what you feel in the moment.

He hums, the pressure on your wrists increasing slightly.

“No one to D.O either, apparently.”

You lose your composure for half a second, anger slipping through your eyes and he clicks his tongue, smiling.

“Ah, so sorry. Too soon?” His head tilts to side, mocking arrogance dripping from his every feature – the twist of his lips, the slight crinkle of his crescent eyes. Your fear is evident, but quickly overwhelmed by the irritation this man’s presence inspires.

“Is there a point to you speaking, or is it just that no one else wants to listen?”

The men to the side of you let out little chuckles, and he himself seems delighted by your notable indignation.

“Awfully brave thing to say of a girl who’s hands won’t stop shaking.” He holds up your trembling fingers as though to prove his point, loosely combining them with his for a second.

“It’s because I don’t find you attractive. I tend to get uncomfortable when ugly men insist of touching me.”

The men next to you really are laughing now, and though the man in front of you smiles still, he squeezes his fingers into your own harshly, so much so that you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from yelping in pain.

“But you didn’t mind when Kyungsoo touched you, did you? I bet you were loving it, his hands on you.” You attempt to back up slightly, disgusted by what he appears to be suggesting, but he doesn’t let you, snatching your body closer to his.

“That’s what you are isn’t it? I saw you on the floor too, standing closer so that little brat would come grind on you or some shit. I gotta say, you’re not very subtle about what you do, or what you are. But hey,” He pauses, reaching his hand to roughly tug your chin up to meet his, before letting his eyes travel slowly, leeching over your every curve and dip. He flicks his eyes up once more, settling on the disgust that screams in yours.

“I’m certainly not complaining. I respect a girl who knows exactly what she is – a dirty, little who-“

He doesn’t get to finish his monologue because, having heard enough of just exactly what he perceives you to be, you lurch forward bite harshly into the soft skin of his cheek. He yells in pain but you grind your teeth until you feel the blood spurt up in between them. He slams his palms against your face and the two men at your side rear you up and away from him. Breathing heavily, you spit out the blood in your mouth onto the street.

“Bitch.” He hisses, pressing his fingers to the blood trailing down the side of his face.

You hum in agreement and lean forward in your captors grip slightly. “And one that would never fuck you.”

His smiles and laughs are gone now. He takes two steps toward you before pushing open his jacket slightly to reveal a glint of metal against his hip.

“Maybe I ought to teach you a little les-“

The doors behind you slam open as Kyungsoo launches himself at one of the men holding up your arms. Beside you, the tall man from earlier does the same. And then, all at once the men you had seen sitting in the club seem to trickle out on the street beside you, taking up equally defensive positions.

Your arms now free, Kyungsoo takes a moment to look up from his attacker and shift his head frantically down the side of the street.

“Y/n, go!

You nod back quickly, but, turning back to the bleeding man in front of you as he faces off with the red haired man you’d seen your brother laughing with earlier, you can’t resist pulling the pepper spray Kyungsoo had insisted you carry from your pocket, and unloading the contents of it on his face. He shouts in pain as it sprays into his eyes and, satisfied, you drop the empty can and sprint off down the street.

“Dick!” And really, as you shout it, you’re unsure who it is you’re shouting it at.

As it turns out, you are even less athletic than you previously thought, and that was already pretty bad. So you’re not running for long when you slip into a small, decrepit alleyway and lean down in an attempt to catch your breath.

Your hand is spread over your stomach and your hair bats impatiently around your eyes when you jump at the intrusion of a rich voice ahead of you.

“Is this how you usually spend your Friday nights?”

You turn your head slightly and notice him, still damp from his performance as he leans against a wall and takes you in.

“Well, this is more of a Saturday night thing but, well I’ve had a rough week.”

The corners of his lips tug in a half moon smile and he takes a few more, easy steps toward you. You lift up your palm suddenly in an attempt to maintain a barricade.

“Listen, I’ve really had my fill of all and any of the male species tonight, so if you’re planning on intimidating me, d’you think we could, you know, move it to tomorrow night or something?” You huff and he’s really smiling now, eyes crinkling.

“But don’t you already have Saturday plans?” He asks, his head tilting to the side.

Despite yourself, despite the overall shitty nature of today and despite that little red inking on his shirt, you feel the laughter bubble in your chest.

It expands until you’re heaving through the chuckles, ignoring the tears that stream down your cheeks. You sigh, leaning back on your heels and sliding against the wall until you’re sitting, legs propped out in front of you. You hear him as he walks towards you and, as he comes closer, you loll your head to the side to look up at him. He blinks down at you, smiling gently, before he sighs loudly and slumps down next to you.

He nudges his knee against yours slightly and though you know you should probably attempt to create some space between you, remind yourself that not only is he a stranger, he is the worst kind of stranger, you can’t seem to muster the energy to pull away.

“What happened?” You sigh, drawing up your knees to rest your head on them.

“What didn’t?”

You lapse into a comfortable silence for a moment before he mimics your position, resting his head so that you both blink at one another, each taking the other in.

“I have a serious question.”

You steel yourself, nodding.

“Why’d you flick water in my face?”

You snort.

“Maybe I was displeased with your performance.”

“No, that’s not it.” His eyes twinkle with a childish mischief. “I saw you looking.”

You scoff, raising your head. “Looking at what?”

He raises his eyebrows, again repeating your motions. He gestures down to himself, over his still open shirt and dark jeans. “All. Of. This.”

You roll your eyes, but your grin does not falter.

“I was looking at the other one.”

“Kai?”

“Yeah, that.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

You pause, feigning shock.

“You don’t know. I could be a terrible truth teller.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“100% a thing.”

“Doesn’t sound like a thing.”

“It’s a thing!”

His grin widens and he tilts his head further, regarding your now ruffled exterior. After a moment’s pause, he sticks out his hand towards you.

“Sehun.”

You hesitate, eyes flickering between his hand and loopy red handwriting barely visible in the light of the dumpster. After an awkward pause, you figure your night can’t really get much worse than it already has and well, he did make you laugh. You slip your hand into his gently, noticing that it is surprisingly warm and immediately worrying that your palms are sweaty.

“Y/n.” You respond, sighing.

Dropping your hand, he leans his head back against the wall again, closing his eyes briefly. You study him as he does so, your eyes canvassing along the general slump of his arms as they rest against his knees, the slack in his strong jaw.

“You look tired.” You observe meekly, and his eyes flicker open, familiar smile finding his lips once more.

“I am exhausted.” He grunts slightly, twisting his body to face you.

“You uh, I mean, you don’t have to stay here with me, if you’re tired.” You stumble over your words, suddenly embarrassed. “Actually, why are you here?” You enquire, gesturing around the dimly lit alleyway.

He shrugs, and his eyes cloud over for a second.

“My friends got in a fight.” He mutters. You regard him quietly, with not a small ounce of curiosity.

“You’re not gonna fight with them?” You enquire, and if on cue, his phone buzzes loudly in his pocket. He barley glances over at it before, reaching into his jacket, he flings it across the space and it lands with a dull smack against the wall, crumbling on the cracked pavement. You do not flinch.

Turning to look at you, his gaze seems much more intense, much more sudden than his previous teasing looks. You think that you should probably look away, that this interaction has become much more serious than either of you intended for it to be but, always curious, you do not.

“I’m tired of fighting with them.” He mumbles, almost meekly, as though he is ashamed of what he is saying.

“Do they know that?” You approach carefully and when his gaze finds yours, it is light again, infused with teasing.

“They would, but unfortunately I’m a terrible truth teller.”

You snigger slightly and he responds as such, blinking at you still.

You exhale loudly, eyes wondering over the starless night above you.

“My brother hurt my feelings.”

You grunt the words out forcefully, tasting them like bile in the back of your throat. He responds gently, carefully as you had done only moments ago.

“What happened?” He tries again, and you blink the tears out of your eyes, your breath catching slightly.

“I just-“ You break away, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. “It’s just been a shitty night.”

You feel his eyes on you as you struggle to regain your composure, and furiously blink away the tears that so desperately want to fall.  You hear the slight shift as movement as slowly, he leans closer to you. When you don’t pull away, he continues to shift, until his head rests carefully on your shoulder.

The gesture is a little strange and made awkward by how much taller he is than you. He has to shift quite far down the wall for his head to reach your shoulder, so he is practically lying beside you. He doesn’t seem to quite know how the rest of his body should face, because his long limbs hang nervously by his sides, as though you will jump away at any moment.

Despite this, and all the circumstances around the uneasy embrace, you appreciate it, and the hesitant warmth that scatters from his body to yours. You smile gently and rest your head against his, wanting somewhat to place your hand over his, but worrying that this will perhaps be too much. So instead, you inch your pinkie finger towards his, until they brush gently against the other. For a while, you both sit like this, leeching onto the other in the bristling of the slight spring chill and each enjoying the comfort of one another’s company.

“Thank you.” You murmur, and though he doesn’t respond, he turns your hand over slightly so that he is tracing small, nonsensical patterns on your palm, humming quietly as he does so.

You spend a while there with each other, until eventually the dark night gets darker, and the chill around you becomes too insistently bitter to ignore. You raise your head slightly and his movements on your hand cease. He raises his head to look up at you earnestly and in that moment, in that one, gullible moment, you make a decision.

“You wanna go get a drink?” You blurt out suddenly and he lifts his head from your shoulder, surprised.

“A… drink?” He draws out and you nod, perhaps a little too furiously, in an attempt to dispel some of your nervousness.  It doesn’t work and a slow, easy grin slips onto his lips.

“I mean – I’m just- not that you have to or anything like that – I just thought maybe you would uh- right, yeah, so I’m just gonna leave now.“ You stand up, your cheeks flaming as you stumble over your words. A drink? Really? Why not just scream that you want to do him right here in this alleyway? You groan internally, and his playful laughter bubbles up beneath you.

You go to walk away and quickly you realize he is lumbering beside you.

“So, where we going?” He asks. You turn to him, surprised, and slow your scurrying pace to a standstill in front of him.

“Uh- what?”

“You know, to drink?” He teases, mimicking drinking from a glass. You scoff slightly, surprised, and pleasantly so.

“Uh well-“

“Have you ever noticed people seem to make really rash, dumb choices when they’re drunk?” He interrupts, eyes skimming briefly over yours.

With a surge of confidence, you gnaw on your lip slightly, and follow his dark eyes with your own brazenly.  

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Things progress very quickly after that. As it is, it turns out you and Sehun do not require many drinks at all to make thoughtless, impulsive choices, and you’re barely tipsy as you stumble through the door of his apartment, his lips connected to yours.

It’s a decision you know you’ll regret in the morning, a very, very silly decision that neither of you should be making. Still, as his long fingers press gently against your ribcage, his leg pushing between the two of yours, it’s not one you can seem to pull yourself away from.

His movements are tender as he touches you, careful in a way that drives you to the brink of insanity as you just want more and more of him. He presses you against a wall, arms caging either side of you as his mouth works languidly against yours, peppering your lips with gentle kisses until your mouth slips open against his and his tongue slips against yours. You groan slightly, and you reach out your hands to brush over his cheeks, before smoothing down the sharp angles of his body until you reach his waist, at which you pull him flush against you.

He chuckles slightly, as the movement nudges his mouth away from yours so that he instead breaths hotly on your neck. You both take a moment to breathe, before he reaches down and tugs meekly on your thighs. You twine your calves easily around his waist as his lean fingers spread across your legs, moving his right hand up to your neck to brush away loose strands of hair and the collar of your shirt, sucking lightly on the skin there. You bite back a moan and your back curls against the wall, pushing your breasts against him.  He lets out a ragged breath and pulls away from you suddenly.

“We can still… stop if you want.” He hums slightly, hands suddenly hesitant against your thighs. You frame his face with your hands and press your lips firmly against his, much harsher than he had done. He grunts slightly in surprise and fists his hand in your hair as he returns the kiss with just as much fervour. You take the chance to stretch your arms out slightly behind you, peeling away your tartan shirt and letting it drop to the floor, leaving you in a loose tank top. You pull away, and skirt a thumb over his swelled bottom lip, before pressing insistent kisses against his jaw.

“I don’t… wanna stop.” You mumble and you think you hear him curse slightly under his breath. He tilts your chin up and reclaims your mouth, pressing against the sliver of skin exposed where your tank top has ridden up.

He readjusts his grip and pushes away from the wall. Surprised at the action, you press your head into the space between his shoulder and neck and, as he walks, push at the jacket on his shoulders. It slips from him easily and you lean back up to kiss him again, your hands resting at the nape of his neck.

You’re unaware you’ve reached a bedroom until he settles beneath you, bringing you down so that you’re sitting on top of him. You shift slightly so that your legs are on either side of him, and press against his crotch. He pulls away from you, moaning out your name quietly and you smirk, pleased at your apparently significant effect on him. You tilt your head down to nip at his neck before reaching down to pull on the ruffled white shirt he wears, pushing it over his head. It lands with a wet thump against the floor and as you turn to laugh slightly, Sehun takes the opportunity to flip you over, so that he hovers, shirtless above you. You press your hands against his back and his own palm flattens against your stomach. Instead of removing your flimsy top, his fingers crawl beneath it, reaching up over your stomach and fluttering over your ribcage before falling on top of your bra.

You grunt and flop beneath him, throwing your fist against the bed sheet.

“Don’t tease.” You huff and he chuckles at your frustration, before helping you remove the top. He pushes you further against the bed and crawls over you, until your head rests carefully on the navy blue pillow and he marvels down at you, smiling gently.

“Are you sure?” He whispers against your collarbone and you almost whine at him to hurry up already. He seems to sense your exasperation though, because he makes quick work of removing his own jeans before then pulling off yours, kissing along your legs as he does so. When he pulls down your underwear, his fingers press into you slowly, and he appears about to add his mouth too when you shake your head, pulling his face up to yours.

“Later.” You gasp and he nods, settling over you once more, fingers curling inside you. Again you slam your fist against the bed sheets and let out a loud groan, roughly pulling his head down against your own. He removes his fingers and you shudder at the loss of contact, but then his hands are slipping underneath you to unclasp your bra (and really, you have to take a moment to appreciate how quickly he does remove it, because you’ve been wearing one for years and it still takes you some time in the morning). Immediately his hand is on your chest, rubbing slowly against your breast. You throw your head back against the pillows but it smacks against the headboard instead, and you groan at the sharp gasp of pain.

Sehun stills, gasping before moving his hand to cradle the back of your head gently, lust quickly overcome with concern.

“Ah, y/n, are you alright?” He whispers and you wince slightly, but nod. You stare at him for a moment, his knuckles running softly against the back of your head. The concern in his face surprises you, but makes you feel good in a way you cannot explain. You skim your hand over his jaw and his gaze is drawn back to yours, wherein he blinks down at you with a firm sense of tenderness. You smile, and lean up to press a chaste kiss against his lips, hand still smoothing down his jaw. When you pull away, his eyes are soft, face settled in a small grin as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Do it now.” You whisper, wracked by a sudden eagerness to have him thrusting into you. He nods slightly, and leans down to kiss you again, before reaching into a draw and rolling a condom onto himself. You place your head back on the pillows as he braces above you. After a moment, he pushes into you, and you emit a high pitched gasp, your walls settling around him. He waits a moment too long to move, and you have to kick his shin slightly to signal that you’re ready. He huffs out a laugh and slowly begins to press into you, hands fisted in the sheets next to your head as he builds up a steady rhythm. Of all the boys you’d ever had sex with (which, admittedly, was really not that many) you’d always been pretty quiet in bed– sure, it’d felt good when they’d moved inside you, but it hadn’t exactly been earth shattering. But Sehun. The way he thrusts into you is, frankly, ridiculous. With every smooth roll of his hips he seems to find a different sweet spot and when you’re a moaning mess beneath him, he adds two fingers. You yelp, body twisting unnaturally beneath him, but he just keeps going, a thin layer of sweat forming on his chest. You lean up, trying to match his rhythm and he kisses you roughly, lips slanting over yours, your moans meeting in a mismatched choir.

It’s not long before the familiar pleasure begins to build, and by his sudden alternating change in pace you sense he’s close too. His hand gropes your chest and he leans down, taking your nipple in his mouth and just like that, you’re a goner. You’re on the verge of a scream as you come around him and he all about collapses on top of you, thrusting out his own orgasm. Your hands link as you both ride out your highs, Sehun sucking on your chest.

Spent, he pulls out of you slowly and tosses the condom into a bin beside him, his body flopping down next to yours. You throw your arm over your eyes, trying to calm your ragged breath as he does the same.

Silence settles around the two of you, panting, sweaty and naked in his dark sheets. Embarrassed, you wonder if, now that you’re finished, he expects you to leave. You shift away from him slightly, moving to the edge of the bed when he rolls over to his side and gets out the bed. You rush to do the same, shuffling awkwardly on the wooden floors.

You watch his figure retreat to a small wooden closet in the corner of the room and bite your lip, shifting your hands to cover your exposed breasts.

“Uh, should I-“ You begin, but are halted as, after having pulled on a set of loose tracksuit bottoms, he begins toward you, a shirt in his grasp. You raise your eyebrows questioningly, but he just gestures for you to hold your arms to the side. You do so, a little reluctantly, and he pulls the shirt onto your shoulders, humming.

He kneels to do up the buttons and as he finishes, pulls you toward him to place a soft kiss on your clothed stomach. Unsure of how to react, your hands simply hover above his tousled blonde hair.

He stands once more and intertwines his hand with yours, pulling you back toward the still–warm bed. He pushes you onto the sheets gently before then following suit. You turn on your side and he carefully places his hand on your waist, shifting a little closer.

“Is this… is this okay?” He mumbles and turning your head to face him, you nod slightly. Reassured, he smiles and moves closer, arms pressing more firmly around you.

“Don’t go.” He says and you face him once more, tilting your head in confusion. “In the morning, don’t go.” He elaborates and you smile softly. Instead of answering, you lean forward to press a tender kiss on his lips, and then his cheek. His eyes closed, he lets out a small contented sigh and you turn back around, closing your eyes.

He presses a soft kiss onto your head and, choosing not to think of what will happen in the morning, you clear your mind, and drift into a tranquil sleep.

 ((pls forgive any spelling/grammar errors as it is 1am and I cannot find the energy to check this. Also, I am a holy untouched virgin so idk how accurate the smut is but???? enjoy??? if you’d like a part 2, lemme know!))

My two fave character types:

Type 1: Emotionally stunted, communicates almost entirely in insults or vague, eerie threats, workaholic, high degree level (PhD, MD, etc), at least a little bit LGBTQIA, simultaneously low-key AND hella suspicious. 

Type 2: Arrogant little shit, loud mouth, has great, genius-level ideas but is terrible at implementing them, offended when people don’t notice them, doesn’t take criticism well, *dramatic entrance.*

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Inspired by this ask sent to @xreader and thank you to my lovely beta reader, @raven-impulse for all the help!

Overwatch Masterlist


Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x Reader
Summary: Gabe comes home from a long mission and can’t wait until the two of you are alone.
Warnings: NSFW


It was the monthly movie night with you and the Overwatch crew and it was Reinhardt’s turn to pick the movie. He picked some sort of German classic. You knew it wasn’t going to be your favourite but the point was the spend time with everyone, off mission. Gabe was due back any moment now from a two week Blackwatch mission and you couldn’t wait to see him again. You missed him so much when he was gone. Having someone to talk to all the time, waking up beside him and feeling his warm body wrap around you, morning kisses and much more.

You sit down on a large sofa chair and settle down before throwing your blanket overtop of your body. Just as you get comfy and the movie is about to start, Gabe and Jesse walk in. Your face lights up with excitement and you immediately jump out of the chair, rushing to his side.

Gabe’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you close before he gives you a long kiss.

“Welcome home,” you smile up at him.

“It’s good to be home,” he gives your forehead a quick kiss before you lead him over to the chair you were sitting in.

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Shower Situation (Pt. II)

Part I

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: some curse words here and there

Summary: In the aftermath of a particularly unexpected encounter, you and your neighbor meet up as promised, wherein you learn more than you asked for.

A/N: Here is the frequently requested second part. I apologize for how long this took, a portion of it had gotten deleted and I had to do it all over again. But anyways, enjoy!


Peter Parker broke his promise within twenty hours.

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