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BTS Reaction: Being Flat Chested

request: being flat chested and insecure about it @marithephangirl

Kim Seokjin

Jin loved absolutely everything about you. He couldn’t understand how shy and distant you’d get when you two were about to get intimate, or even once when you went to a swimming pool, he decided to bring it up.

“I just.. don’t like..them..” you’d say, gesturing to your chest. In your opinion, it was too small.

“Yah, you’re beautiful, Princess. There’s nothing wrong with your Chest.” “Want me to show you how much I love it?”

Min Yoongi

The moment his fingers gripped at the end of your shirt to lift the fabric up, you had stopped him. He was confused as to why, maybe he had done something wrong? When you explained why you reacted like you did he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Babe you’re perfectly fine.” “Let me show you how much I love you, okay?”

Jung Hoseok

“What?”

He couldn’t quiet understand why you whined so much about your chest. He loved it so much, he couldn’t see your insecurities about it, he thought they were unnecessary.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N, big chest or not.” “I don’t understand why you think like that, I love them.”

Kim Namjoon

He saw the way you were looking at yourself in the mirror, and he didn’t like it. He loved and accepted everything about you, flaws and all. Though he didn’t see you being flat chested as a flaw at all, rather he’d enjoy it.

“Babygirl, I love your Chest, okay?” “I don’t have to worry about other’s looking, and, personally I prefer your also perfect ass.”

Park Jimin

He knew how toxic it could be to think like that. Sure, small insecurities were normal and everybody had those, but they could get out of control if one were to think about it too much and he didn’t want you to go through something like that.

“Please don’t think like that, Baby.” “You don’t need a big chest to be beautiful.”

Kim Taehyung

Much like Jin, he was confused as to why you always seemed to hide yourself when it came to showing your body. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen you naked before, but even then you seemed to shy away from taking off your shirt.

“I’ve seen you naked before.” “It’s not a problem, baby, I love you and your chest so much, okay?”

Jeon Jeongguk

He couldn’t understand at all. He thought you were perfect just the way you were, and, much like Hoseok, he wouldn’t understand why you were thinking like that. He would try his best to show you that you were perfect even without a big chest.

“So what, I’m flat chested too.” “I love your small breasts as much as I would love it if you had a bigger chest.”

6

some au about the adventures of Gay Photographer who by chances snaps a pic of lively Gay Restaurant Chef during his trip to Small But Beautiful Town with Sassy Bi Female Article Writer Friend. it is then that he is whisked to a world of wonders (food), frustration, (pining over chefs), confusion (allura can’t use google maps for shit) and the culinary skill of Looking Hot. 

AU. Demon Keith & Little Takashi (10/12 yo)

Story! (sorry for the typos):

They meet each other in a forest near Shiro’s grandpa home in a old town. People don’t like the forest for the legends of nasty demons (galra) the humans are protected by the Alteans (a nice demons?) they’re not angels.

Shiro is a noisy kid so when he see Keith for the first time, he was in awe bc the demon was so beautiful & small (demons are big and scary, no?).  So Shiro can’t shut his mouth and spurtle how pretty Keith was. Since then both have gradually become friends, Keith even distrusting because humans are super irrational and aggressive. Shiro didnt worry because Keith had no evil presence.

No one knew about Shiro’s new friend and he was going to keep it a secret. For several summers, Shiro visited Keith until his parents need to travel for business and need to leave the country. They were both overwhelmed. Shiro was going to lose his best friend (and crush). But he promised Keith that he would return to his side, no matter what!

Surprised, Keith smiled at him (Shiro loved the demon smiles!) And made a little pinky promise

good deeds decrease sadness. so kiss your mother, help your father out, drop that salaam to a stranger, insert a little bit more money into the mosque’s charity box, send some sweets over to your neighbours, give a cat some snacks. and above all, do it for Allah with the sincerest intention. you’ll feel that contentment soon the more you pile those small, but beautiful acts of worship up.

The Arrangement (pt 9)

“Is the child even mine, Y/N?”

You stare at him wide-eyed. Did he really just ask that? You felt like you couldn’t breathe in that moment. Jimin was actually being serious. He had actually thought that low of you. He had doubted your love and sincerity towards him. 
His faith in you had shattered and in turn, he had shattered your heart. 

You turned away from him, unable to look at him anymore. Jimin scoffed as you turned away, not noticing the single tear that fell from your eyes. You sat there in silence for another minute. Jimin was still fuming. He wanted answers from you and he wanted them now. 

Just as he was about to start yelling again, you cut him off. 

“You really want to know what’s going on between me and Tae?” you said with a straight face, wiping away the tears in your eyes. You take out your keys from your purse and push them into Jimin’s hands. “Go inside the house”

Jimin eyed the keys in his hands curiously. “Don’t avoid this conversation by telling me to go into the fucking house” he sneered at you. 

“Dammit Jimin just go into the house!” you almost yelled back. Jimin had finally noticed the pained expression on your face, but he didn’t care. He got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. You too had gotten out of the car, and walked lifelessly behind Jimin to the front door. 

Jimin managed to find the house keys amongst the many keychains you had and finally put the key in the door. As he tried to unlock the door, he noticed your hands in fists as you tried to control the shaking. You had wiped away your tears, but it was quite obvious that you were upset. 

Jimin finally unlocked the door and opened it to find a rather dark house. You both would usually leave at least a small lamp on so that you weren’t met with a dark house, but no such lights were on today. Jimin’s frustration only grew as he struggled to find the light switch near the entrance. Soon though, he found the switch and turned it on. 

“SURPRISE!!!” 

Jimin jumped back from the sudden burst of noise. Jimin looked around the house, only to find it full. Full of his family, friends, and various decorations. There in front of Jimin stood all of his favorite things. The most important people in his life and some of his friends he hadn’t seen in a very long time. There in front of him stood some family from out of the country that he had also missed seeing. There in front of him stood hundreds upon hundreds of decorations in all his favorite colors. Ballons were floating on the ceiling and banners and streamers filled the house. There was something childish yet classy about it and Jimin loved it. Jimin couldn’t even begin to take it all in. He just stood there and smiled at everyone like a fool, totally forgetting about the whole ordeal that happened in the car. 

Suddenly, a group of guys surrounded him and messed with his hair and gave him a few light hits and punches. “Happy Birthday, Jimin!” they said in turns. “Were you surprised??” asked Jungkook.

“How do you like it??” ask Namjoon. 

“We spent like hours with the decorations he better like it” said Hoseok.

“Hours? Well me and Y/N spent weeks, no months, planning this whole thing. We literally went shopping every week because she thought of something new to get. You must have known, right Jimin? Like weren’t you the least bit suspicious?” asked Taehyung as he threw his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. 

And that’s when it hit him. That’s when he remembered what he had just accused you of and Jimin’s heart sank. What had he just done. 

He turned around quickly, finally facing you with his eyes wide. You gave him the smallest of smiles and Jimin noticed your lips trembling as you tried your hardest to hold back tears and break down. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you say in almost a whisper, but he could still hear it. 

He tries to reach out for you, but you walk away into the sea of guests. and before he can try again, he is greeted by more guests, blocking him entirely. 

You try your hardest to smile and greet guests, but you eventually excuse yourself to change into something a little comfortable. You all but run into your shared bedroom with Jimin and lock yourself into the bathroom. You finally let the tears fall freely and you cover your mouth to hold back the sobs. You don’t know how long you stood there in the bathroom, but by now you were numb. You can hear the party at full swing outside, with loud music and people talking. Surely no one would miss your presence. You realize you can’t stay in the bathroom forever though so you will yourself to get through just tonight. You wipe off all the tear-stained makeup and wash your face with warm water. But your eyes are still kind of red. You walk into your side of the closet and try to find something more suitable for the party. 

Jimin is finally free of most of the guests at this point and begins his search for you again. He had seen you talking to a few people, but that was at least half an hour ago. 

“Sweetheart, Happy Birthday” Jimin hears. His mom and dad walk up to him, arms open for a hug. Jimin gives them a warm smile, despite his mind being focused on finding you. 

“Thank you” he says as he returns the hug. 

“Jimin, this is your last birthday as just a married man! Come next birthday, you’ll be a father too” Jimins father said. He was probably more excited than Jimin for the baby to arrive. He couldn’t wait to spoil his grandchild. 

“That’s right Jimin! The baby will be here for your next birthday darling” his mother chimes. “Enjoy this while it lasts son. You and Y/N will have your hands full this time next year” she continues. 

“Uh.. speaking of Y/N, have you seen her?” Jimin asks nervously. 

“Oh, I believe I heard her saying that she was going to go change into something more comfortable. But she’s been missing for a while, Why don’t you go change and make sure she’s ok too sweetheart?” Jimins mom says as she practically pushes him in the direction of their shared room. 


Jimin walks nervously towards their room, not knowing how to approach you and beg for your forgiveness. Why did he ever doubt you? The look on your face when you had just wished him happy birthday haunted his mind. 

He opens the door to your shared room and to his surprise, it is also fully decorated. There are balloons dancing across the ceiling and twinkle lights around the room. Jimin walked further into the room sitting on the bed as he tried to take it all in. He noticed the light on inside the bathroom and realized you were inside. He looked around the room and realized just how much you had planned. You really had gone the extra mile. 

Jimin finally notices a wrapped present on his nightstand. It was beautifully wrapped with a bouncy bow on the top. He had no doubt in his mind that you wrapped it. 

He carefully ripped the wrapping paper off, only to be met with a white box. He slid the box open and Jimin was shocked. Inside laid the childhood book he had you about all those many nights ago, The Velveteen Rabbit. The book had been published many times, but Jimin had initially owned a very old copy, dating back to around the 50′s. When he tried to find the same book, he couldn’t find the same copy or anyone willing to sell. But the book that laid in front of him was something beyond his imagination. 

He opened up the front cover and looked at the first page. The publishing date of this book dated back to 1922, meaning this was the very first edition. This must have cost a fortune, let alone impossible to find. 

Inside the book also had a small card. Jimin took the card out and placed the book on the side of the bed. He carefully opened up the card to find your small and beautiful handwriting on a pretty birthday card.

Dearest Jimin,

Happy Birthday, sweets! I thank god for blessing me with you everyday. And I guess I’m also thanking your parents for what they did 22 years and 9 months ago. ;)

 I know that we didn’t get into this marriage by choice, but I can happily say now that I always, always will pick you. I love you so, so much. I know I’ve been busy these last couple of weeks, but I hope you finally understand why and hopefully this all makes up for it. Did you like your gift? You really weren’t kidding when you said it was hard to find! I hope one day in the future, we can read this book to our child and maybe they will love it as much as you do. You’re going to be a wonderful father, Jimin. I just know it. I can’t wait to meet our little baby in a few months! Ok, I’m rambling…in a letter. Anyways, love you baby. Hope you have a wonderful day <3

Love, 

Y/n

Jimins hands trembled as he read the letter. How could he have doubted your love for him? How could he have been so stupid? Just then, he heard the door of your bathroom and you emerge, seconds later. Jimin stands up and meets your eyes for the first time in a while. 

It’s obvious that you’ve been crying but you tried to cover it well. But he could still tell. The glow from your eyes were long gone. You look at Jimin with a blank expression, as if you had just seen right through him and it sends a shiver down his spine and it scared him. 

You break eye contact and start to make your way to your door but Jimin stops you as he grabs your wrists. “Baby I- I’m so sor-” he starts. But before he can finish, you yank your hand out of his and walk out the door, leaving Jimin alone in the room.

Jimin stood frozen in the room as the door slammed shut after you walked out. How was he going to make it up to you?


You had returned to the party and Jimin soon followed behind you but you had already started mingling with guests again. You refused to even look in Jimin’s direction. If you even felt him coming closer to you, you would make the effort to move away. 

Jimin noticed you avoiding him and it was hard to get to you. There were so many guests! But Jimin wasn’t the only one who noticed the change. Taehyung also noticed the second you tried to excuse yourself to go change. You seemed really upset and it was easy to see that it was because something had happened between you and Jimin. Though it wasn’t in his place to pry, he felt bad that you were so upset on the day you spent the last 2 months planning. 

Taehyung had found you amongst the crowd and the people you were talking to had excused themselves. You gave Taehyung a small smile, but even he could tell how forced it was. “hey…you okay?” he asks slowly, hoping not to get anyone else’s attention.

Your smile slowly fades only for you to give him a faker smile seconds later. “I’m fine, Tae. Why?” you say, hoping not to discuss anything at the moment. You knew that if you talked about it, you would end up crying again.

“H-have you been crying? I don’t mean to pry, but is everything ok between you and Jimin? I just don’t want you to be upset today after all you planning for it!” he says. 

But before you could answer, you felt arms snake around your waist. “Nothing is going on, Tae. Don’t worry about. And thanks again man for throwing me this party. You’ve planned it so well with Y/n” Jimin says, showing up out of the blue. You look up at Jimin, surprised that you didn’t see him coming. Both the anger and sadness filled you up again. Taehyung could practically see all the tension in the air. 

You pulled Jimin’s arms around your waist, rather forcefully. “Excuse me boys, but I’m going to set up the food” you say as you give Taehyung another fake smile and walk towards the kitchen, not even giving Jimin a glance.”

“Dude what the hell happened?” Taehyung asks Jimin, pulling him to a corner. 

“Nothing, just drop it” says Jimin, growing frustrated. 

“I usually would, but not today. Do you you have any idea how much time and effort your wife put into planning tonight? She’s been excited about this for months. She has poured her love into every step of planning, and yet here she looks like she’s going to breakdown at any second. Look, I get that it’s your birthday and you don’t want to be listening to this right now, but whatever it is that happened between you two, I hope you can make up. You’re my best friend, Jimin. But Y/N is a good friend now too” Taehyung explains.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with a pained expression. He knew he had hurt you badly. It was evident in your eyes. But Jimin didn’t want to tell his best friend that just moments before you of cheating with him. Come to think of it, it was stupid that he even doubted you. He should have known his best friend would never betray him like that. And more importantly, he should have known you would have never betrayed him like that. He should have never doubted you. But he couldn’t tell Taehyung, at least not now. “It’s none of your business Taehyung, so drop it. Whatever it is, it’s between me and Y/n, so stay out of it” Jimin says before walking away, not even seeing Taehyung’s hurt expression.


Jimin kept trying to get you alone after that multiple times, but you evaded him at all costs. It was hard to enjoy the party when he could only focus on you and making things right with you. Before he could attempt talking to you again though, he was called to cut a cake. Everyone starting singing happy birthday and people were pushing you to go stand next to Jimin. You stood there awkwardly as people were singing and Jimin kept looking at you. Finally the song was over and Jimin blew out the candles. People then started to chant “Kiss” in hopes of you to kiss the birthday boy. You kept trying to wave it off, but it seemed like no one was having it. Jimin looked at you hopefully. He didn’t care that everyone else was in the room. He just wanted to kiss you senseless and show you just how sorry he was and how much he had loved you. 

You turned to Jimin, and any smile you had one was quickly gone and Jimin’s heart sank. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you said quietly as you kissed him on the cheek really quickly before turning to face everyone else. Jimin tried to keep his smile up, but people could kind of sense the tension at this point. 

You almost never called him Jimin anymore. It was always “sweets” or some other cute nickname you would come up with it. So when you use his real name, he knew it was serious. 


The rest of the party went rather slowly for both you and Jimin. People had started drinking and everyone was having their fun. Jimin tried to make the most of the party that you had worked for and decided that you needed your space for now. You on the other hand were just trying to make it through the rest of the night. Fortunately for you though, Taehyung and the rest of his friends had kept you company for the majority of the time.

 Pretty soon though, people filed out of the house. Though you had wanted the party to end, you were anxious now. You realized that after everyone would leave, you would be alone with Jimin and you really didn’t want that. You anxiously waited as one by one, the guests started to leave. Eventually your parents and Jimin’s parents were leaving too 

On their way out, Jimin’s mom pulled Jimin to the side. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but don’t keep a pregnant woman mad at you for too long, son. It’s not too good to keep the mother of your child angry at you. Trust me when I say your father can vouch for that” she says. Jimin gives her a small smile as she too leaves. Maybe you were just this mad because you were hormonal? He just needed to get you alone and he could work things out. 

Soon enough, there were just a few people left and they were all starting getting ready to leave too. One by one, they filed out, and you were getting more antsy by the second. One friend of Jimin’s though was quite drunk. His girlfriend struggled to even get him walking properly and since she was far smaller than him, she needed help getting him to the car. “Hey birthday boy, sorry to ask you of this, but could you help me get this drunk ass to our car? I don’t think I can support his weight” she asked. 

As much as Jimin wanted to just kick the remaining people out of his house, he knew he should help his friend. He turned to look back at you as you began to clean some things in the kitchen. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a second. I need to talk to you” he said before grabbing his friend by the shoulders and heading out the door. You said your goodbyes and then, it was just you in the house. You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided that you could clean everything else in the morning. You were both physically and emotionally drained. 

Before turning off the lights in the room, you took one more glance at all the decorations. “I hope he liked it..” you said out loud. 


Jimin practically threw his friend into the car before running back to the house. He yanked the door open, only to find the house somewhat dark again. He ran to his room, only to find the bathroom lights on. He was relieved that you were still here. For a moment, he thought you had left. 

How was he going to make this up to you? What words would make things right again? He called you a slut, he said he regretted marrying you. He asked if the child was even his, and he could practically see your heart break. He sat on the bed, running his hands through has hair nervously. 

Soon, you had finished your night time routine and you hadn’t even realized that you had started to cry again. You came out of the bathroom with your hand placed protectively over your stomach. The only comfort you had right now was the little one inside you. Oh how you just wanted to hold you baby soon. 

You jumped a little when you saw Jimin, not expecting him. You decided that you didn’t want to be in the same room as him for a while, so you walked to your side of the bed and grabbed your pillow while Jimin was trying to form the right words. Jimin noticed your tear stained face and he felt his heart drop at how sad you looked in that moment. You just look so drained, and he was the reason behind it all. 

“Y/N I’m so– wait what are you doing” he asked as you grabbed your pillow. You didn’t reply and instead you just made your way back to your old room, thankful that a bed was still there.

Jimin was surprised for a second and didn’t register what was happening. Recently, you had been saying that you found it hard to sleep without him there and he felt the same too. You always snuggled up to him at the end of the day and now, you didn’t even want to be in the same room? After a hot second, Jimin followed you.

“Wait, don’t just leave. Y/N I’m sorry, ok? Just look at me baby, please” he was pleading as he followed behind you like a lost dog. But you didnt reply and you were crying again. You practically ran the last few steps and before Jimin could reach you, you closed the door on his face and locked the door. You layed down on the bed and tried to calm your heart. You were so hurt, so tired. You just wanted to sleep. 

Jimin on the other hand was pounding on your door, not wanting you to sleep alone and in pain. He needed you as much as you needed him to sleep. And more than anything, he wanted your love for him again. 

“Baby, please” he said. “I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean the things I said. Please, let me see you ok? Let me hold you tonight and we can talk through everything in the morning” he was begging. But you never opened the door, and Jimin knew to give up till the sun rose again. He was going to get you to forgive him, one way or another. No more mistakes, he thought to himself. No. More. Mistakes.


A/N: SORRY FOR THE WAIT. HERE IT IS. IDK IF I LIKE IT BUT I HOPE YOU DO. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK. also lowkey need more angst so be prepared for that. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Ingenuous (M)

WARNINGS: graphic smut, riding, masturbation, hand job, sub!jimin, babyboy!jimin

genre: smut

Summary: maybe Jimin just wasn’t as innocent as you thought.

Originally posted by jeonyween


Bright, big eyes stared at you with a glint of light as you handed him his water. A blush dawned onto his cheeks as he nodded, thanking you with a small voice. His eyes seemed to disappear from the shy smile he held on his features. You chuckled, shaking your head softly.

There was something about Jimin that you could never pinpoint what it exactly was; but he was certainly shy. In his own cute way, of course.

“I’m going to head out for a little,” you told him, giving him a warm smile.

He only nodded his head shortly, sipping his water before smiling.

You walked out the door, smiling softly as his innocent features stuck inside your head.


There was something different.

You could feel it the second you walked through the door. All of the lights were off, and there wasn’t a single light source coming from the apartment you shared with your roommate.

You frowned, thinking that he just went out without informing you beforehand.

But then there was a noise, and it wasn’t just any noise.

Your ears strained to hear the sounds, slowly making your way towards Jimin’s room as the sounds got louder. They were such sinful sounds, yet they were so beautiful. Especially since it was coming from Jimin’s mouth.

You licked your lips, noticing that his door only had a small crack open. You looked through, seeing something you never thought you would.

Jimin’s innocent side suddenly vanished the second you stared at him, watching as he touched himself. His hand worked slowly across his length, his thumb rubbing his tip each time he pumped upwards. He let out a soft whimper, his eyes tightly closed as he focused on the pleasure he was giving himself.

You squeezed your thighs together, unsure of what to do. You had never seen Jimin like this. You never imagined he would touch himself in such a.. sinful manner.

He started to pump faster as his precum slathered across his hand, making it easier to glide his hand. You bit your bottom lip, watching him with such an intense gaze that you couldn’t believe Jimin couldn’t feel it.

You shook your head quickly, looking away from him as you moved away from his door. You rested yourself against the wall softly, letting out a shaky breath.

You couldn’t believe you just stared at Jimin, completely invading his privacy, as he touched himself. But the image of him running his hand along his length, whimpering with need wouldn’t leave your head. And standing right next to his door while he moaned more wasn’t helping.

You were quick to escape the enviroment, knowing that if you had stayed longer you would have done something embarrassing.

For you, and him.


The next morning, you walked in your shared apartment, noticing that the air was a little tense. But, maybe that was just in your head.

Jimin was making breakfast in the kitchen, quietly humming a song. You swallowed deeply, walking up behind him. All you could see was him touching himself as the most sinful noises filled that room.

You shook your head, smiling painfully as you greeted him, “Good morning, Jimin.”

He smiled, his eyes quickly disappearing as he caught sight of you while blushing, “Good morning, Noona.”

You grabbed a glass of water, drinking it greedily. He frowned, wondering why you were acting a little different towards him, but decided it was best to ignore it. And you were thankful he did.

You rested your back against the counter, leaning against it as you stared at him. He continued cooking, his hands working well. You gulped as you remembered what his hands were doing last night.

You let out an involuntary whimper, making his eyes go wide as he looked at you. You coughed, as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Are you okay, Noona?” His worried expression, and furrowed eyebrows made your heart flutter.

What the hell was this? Why was he making you so flustered from just one time of catching him touching himself? Why did it turn you on so goddamn much?

Maybe you just really needed to get laid.

You shook your head, smiling softly, “I-I’m fine, Jimin.”

He hesitantly nodded, not sure if he should press it more but decided not to, “Okay..”

You sighed, letting out a breath of relief, watching as he finished the breakfast.

You were hungry, sure.

But not for food.

He squirmed under your intense gaze, unsure why you were staring at him like that.

He blushed, “Noona?”

Your attention focused on him, “Yes?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked innocently, his voice soft and warm.

You cleared your throat, nodding, “Yes, Jimin. I’m sure.”

He frowned, before nodding as well, “Okay.. If you say so, Noona.”

If he says Noona like that one more time, you weren’t sure how long you would last before your patience snapped.


Now, this time was different.

You were horny, needy almost. And his moans were still stuck in your head as you laid on your bed, imagining what it would be like if you were the one to touch him. You whimpered at the thought of him being a begging mess for you, bending at your will.

You got up from your bed, walking towards the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm down. You were hot and bothered, and you were hoping it would cool you down.

But, just as you passed by Jimin’s room, you heard those sinful moans again. You stopped in your tracks, seeing that his door was fully closed this time, and you knew he was trying his best to keep quiet. You could just imagine him biting his lower lip as the whimpers fell helplessly.

You groaned internally, unable to contain yourself. You needed to be touched, you needed him to fulfill your desires.

But what made you freeze in your tracks from opening the door as your hand rested against the doorknob, was this:

“Y-Y/N.. Please, Noona.. Please..”

You gulped, your eyes immediately growing wide. He was imagining it was you touching him as he jerked himself off.

“Oh, fuck,” You whispered softly, your hand dropping from the doorknob quickly.

You closed your eyes, whimpering as you squeezed your thighs for friction. You heard him moan your name once more, and that’s when your eyes shot open, quickly reaching for the door again, swinging it open.

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°*☆The Magick of Bottle Necklaces ☆*°

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Bottle necklaces are cute and fashionable teeny jars that hang from your neck, usually containing sand, glitter, or small objects. The beauty with these is that no one will think your necklace will have anything to do with witchcraft! These charms are perfect for broom closet witches. Here are a few examples:


You don’t need to buy a necklace for $7-$14, when you can make your own magickally infused bottle necklace yourself for no more than a few bucks!

All you need is:

  • Tiny jars that you can obtain from a packet of nail glitter, found in the nail section in any dollar store (Family Dollar, Dollar General, etc.) Typically $1


  • Roll of Cords/Chain/Cotton String (anything that can hold the jar around your neck) from the Arts and Crafts section of any store OR an unused chain you already have. Typically $1-$3 depending on the store


  • SuperGlue from the Arts and Crafts section of any store OR superglue that you already have at home. Typically $1-$2 depending on the store


  • Your own magickal objects, such as herbs, sand, glitter, or small crystals!
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How to Make Your Own Magickal Bottle Necklace!

  1. Decide what your bottle’s enchantment will be (luck, spiritual growth, protection, calm, wishes, etc) and gather the materials corresponding to the intent.
  2. Cleanse your items from negative energy however way you like (jar, cord, and magickal item|s|)
  3. Add your magickal item(s) into the jar (optional: you may chant something to state the intent of your magick as you add your item|s|)
  4. Seal the jar with the cork it came with using super glue, so the items don’t come out or the jar accidentally opens. (Optional: You can add candle wax for that ~aesthetic~)
  5. Add the material you’ll be using to hang your jar from to make it a necklace.

Done! You now have a homemade bottle necklace, infused with your magick☆*°
You can also personalize your bottle necklace however you want!

゚。・*.゚☆゚.*・。゚。・*.゚☆゚.*・。゚ ゚。・*.゚☆゚.*・。゚。・*.゚☆゚.*・。゚

Here are some of my own enchanted bottle necklaces!

。゚。・*.゚☆゚.*・。゚。・*.゚☆゚.*・。゚ ゚。・*.゚☆゚.*・。゚。・*.゚☆゚.*・。゚

Blessings☆*°
Zana the Pastel Witch 

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Finch’s Crystal Giveaway!

Alright, as a celebration for reaching 1k followers on my old account and 100 on my new, I thought I’d do a little giveaway with stuff I can just toss in the mail for the winners. I thought I’d celebrate with something that brings me a huge amount of joy, rocks!

Terms and Stuff!

  1. You must be 18+ you can be out of the US.
  2. You must be following me or @the-littlestdragon​ (if you follow from another account make sure you put it in the tags)
  3. Do not tag this as a giveaway, this is in no way affiliated with tumblr
  4. You can reblog as many times as you want, but be polite, also don’t be a giveaway blog, I’ll be checking all of this!
  5.  Each entry will get a number assigned and that will go through an RNG
  6. Winner will be drawn either October 31st or November 1st
  7. If I draw your name and you have anything on your blog in support of/affiliated with the alt right, the american president, nazis, etc. Then I as a POC don’t have to give you shit   -xo don’t be a douche!

 Prizes in detail below the cut, cause there’s a lot going on!!

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tbh the Second Life episodes of Monster Factory are the most fascinating ones they ever did. Monster Factory is usually about taking a game and breaking it, but the Second Life episodes were so much more. They were an adventure.

There’s so much story in every location they encounter, like the Meeting of the Minds place, the Duran Duran world, the abandoned amusement park, etc. but they always feel sort of lonely. Sure, there are six, maybe seven people there, but the world felt like it was made to contain more. Like, they used to be thriving societies, but now they’re only small, passionate groups. It’s beautiful in a melancholic sorta way.

anonymous asked:

Could you write about after sex with shawn? I always see about sex itself but no one ever writes about after and if they write it never seems real. From his point of view, you know ?! I know you're not accepting prompt but I decided to try because you're the best writer of this site and why not try ask. have a nice day, lots of love <3

A/N: I hope this is a little bit like what you might’ve wanted!! but it’s something and I haven’t posted in a while so hopefully it’ll fill the void for a little

He comes into the condom only slightly sooner than he would’ve liked. But he’s only 19 and she’s so fucking tight around his cock, you can’t blame him for not quite lasting through her entire orgasm before spilling himself.

He’d wanted to aim for enough stamina to maybe get her coming a second time around him. He’s thought about all five times they’ve had sex now, and each time he can’t get through her clenching around his dick and biting his throat, or his shoulder, or his forearm, or whatever part of him she could reach.

Now it’s his jaw she’s biting as she presses her chest to his and rides out her orgasm from her perch atop him, her hips rocking tightly back and forth. He grips her ass tightly as her cunt milks his cock and he wishes he could last just a bit longer, curses himself for not masturbating more or something.

It’s good anyway, still feels fucking incredible to come while she does, with her writhing desperately against him. He’s becoming addicted to it, he thinks.

He lets her ride out her orgasm with his cock still inside of her, even after he’s spent and can’t bring himself to keep bucking into her. He drops his head back, collapsing down into the bed as his hips rock slowly, a residual motion that’s careful to ease her through the come down.

She’s not biting or kissing at his jaw anymore, just nuzzling her face into his neck as she pants heavily, finally sagging against him. Her small hands find his head, fingers threading through his brown curls and tugging a little as she lets out a satisfied mewl against his skin.

He’s got his hands on her back, on her hips, on her ass - any part of her he can find, he wants to touch. He loves the way her sweat-slick skin feels beneath his calloused fingers as she clings to him, trying to catch her breath.

“So,” he starts, a chuckle bubbling in his throat despite his voice already being so gruff from grunting and groaning, “I guess that was pretty okay, yeah?”

He feels her smile into his neck, then huff a bit as she lifts her head to look down at him. There’s a smirk tugging at her lips when she says, “I don’t know. I think ‘okay’ is too generous.”

“Hey…” he whines a bit, pouting as his hands find purchase on her waist, long fingers wrapping around her small frame.

She laughs, a beautiful sound that he knows she thinks is annoying but he loves more each time he gets to hear it. It takes some effort to keep up his pout when she’s laughing like that.

She kisses his nose, then his cheeks, then his pouting lips until she comes to his ear.  She nips at his earlobe before murmuring, “You always make me come so good, baby.”

Her voice in his ear and the praise in her words give him the burst of energy he needs to flip them over, their bodies still connected intimately as he pins her hands above her head. Her back arches as she looks up at him, wide-eyed and curious as to what his next move will be. He’s wondering the same while he’s distracted by the flush of her skin and the swell of her breasts as her chest heaves beneath his.

He drags his gaze to her full, swollen lips and finally hangs his head for a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at her lower lip as he growls, “Now I wanna make you come again. See if I can go from good to great.”

The whine that spills past her lips is music to his ears and the only cue he needs to start rolling his hips again. He knows he can’t fuck her like this, needs to pull out and get the condom off then finish her with his lips, but there’s no harm in teasing her like this first.

“Shawn,” she murmurs against his jaw once his lips have found her earlobe. “Dunno if I can come again.”

He doesn’t falter, just licks at the shell of her ear slowly before he pulls away from her completely. He collapses to the side of her, despite her grunt of protest, and yanks the condom off himself so he can toss it in the bin next to the nightstand. She’s sitting up and looking at him when he settles back into the bed with his arms folded behind his head, her brow furrowed in confusion. Normally he’s one to convince her like, ‘yeah, baby, you can come again,’ as he teases her clit or sucks at her neck.

Today, though, he simply wets his lips as he looks up at her and says, “Rest if you need to babe. Then come straddle my face when you’re ready.” He yawns, eyes fluttering closed, snuffling a bit before he mutters, “You know I love it when you ride my tongue,” in a tone way too casual for his words.

She bites her lip and presses her thighs together, her pussy pulsing again already just from his suggestion. He’s so fucking obnoxious in that way. But it’s better than the other ways he could be obnoxious, so she’s not about to complain.

Instead she watches him for a moment, his eyes closed, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He’s beautiful, and she also wouldn’t mind shutting him up for a bit.

She smiles to herself, then shuffles forward until she can hoist herself over him, straddling his chest as she reaches down to cup his cheeks, leaning over him with her hair hanging around them like a curtain. His eyes blink open and now it’s his turn to give her an wide-eyed look.

“Don’t need to rest?” He asks.

She smirks, shakes her head, then nips at the tip of his nose before murmuring, “Open up, Mendes. I heard you have a tongue worth riding.”

He swears he falls more in love with her with each word and decides he’ll tell her so after she comes again. Right now, though, he simply does as he’s told.

Trouble Maker | Shin Ho Seok | One-Shot

wonho (monstax) + you (reader)
word count: 7,309
warnings: um yeah so this is a stepbrother!au but technically the parents aint married yet so its more a future stepbrother shitstorm if that makes it any better for your moral compass lol heads up for a tiny bit of underage drinking but mainly car sex and fingering and oral and some blunt dirty talk but i know some of yall are like me and that definitely floats our boats hehe
a/n: chatting with my friend and she told me about her dream jon snow was gonna be her stepbrother and they rage fucked each other because they were so bitter about it and i thought wow what a fantastic idea can i write that and she gave me her blessing lol so here we go thanks darling

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