snugly one

Okay so i was at the funeral home today (family shit, everybody’s fine we are all just morbid and pick out stuff years in advance (seriously we plan funerals like weddings)) and of course I had my copy of interview with me because the reread never stops and the guy saw it and we got to talking about the differences between coffins and caskets.

And I kid you not

The guy brought my cousin and i into the back where he has this legit, pointed coffin, and he let my cousin and I climb around inside it

And I now have complete first hand proof that you could fit two grown men inside the same coffin rather easily, so long as one lies snugly against the other

Originally posted by avarothusknight

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junhui + library 👀

Smut. I’m glad we read the signs right 👀

Your back was pressed against the tile wall behind you, and one of your hands was holding Jun’s shoulder tightly while the other searched for support from the nearest dusty rack of books. He was thick as he desperately moved inside of you, his lips mindlessly moving on your neck and chest, leaving light marks whenever he got excited enough to suck on your sensitive skin a little.

Jun held your ass snugly with one of his hands, the other holding your leg that went around his waist, and his breathing was hot and heavy and probably turned you on even more than the fact that there were people not that far away, yet no one would end up in your aisle. …Or at least they wouldn’t, if you were quiet, which you knew from all the times you had come to that specific aisle to make out with no interruptions ever.

“Shh, baby, we don’t want anyone here, do we,” Jun breathed by your ear when you let out a muffled moan, frustratingly close to your orgasm. Your legs were quivering around him and your hips were starting to move against Jun’s on their own accord, and it all felt just so good and you just needed to come.

“No,” you sighed and brought your other hand to Jun, too, and pressed your lips onto his shoulder, nibbling and sucking on the skin in an attempt to remain quiet, and when you finally came, your mouth opened into a silent cry, your fingers dug into Jun’s shoulder and he couldn’t do much else than grunt as he continued chasing his own high.

With him fucking you through your orgasm, it was exceedingly difficult for you to remain quiet, yet somehow you managed to mostly keep it down to sighs and the quietest whimpers of Jun’s name.

As his orgasm began approaching him, Jun slowed his movements down considerably, almost gentle as his hips met yours thrust after thrust. Pushing deep into you and making you gasp, he finally released into the condom he had on, and buried his face in your neck.

“Considering how nervous you were at first, you got into it really fast,” Jun said with an amused chuckle and kissed your neck while caressing your sides gently. You giggled and played with his hair.

“I wonder why,” you mumbled, referring to how seductive Jun had been earlier and how weak you were for him in general, which he knew more than well.

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→ Jongin Smut Drabble

Word count: 617

Lips were crashing against the hot skin of your neck as you quickly glanced down at your phone laying exposed underneath your bodies. The screen was on, showing the conversation that had led to this exact situation;



“This exam is really driving me crazy.. I’m so stressed”

“Then let me help you unwind baby girl”

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Evenings (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by dailyfantasticbeastsgifs

For the wonderful @bringmetomnow who requested: Newt is watching reader caring for his animals (them being best friends) and he is so full of love that he just blurts out he loves her? Lots of fluff and touchy-kissy stuff.

Words: ~1200

Rating: You may overdose on fluff…sorry not sorry. <3

Hope you enjoy!

Evenings were Newt’s absolute favorite.

It became tradition that the two of you would savor each other’s company over a candlelit dinner before setting to work feeding and caring for the creatures in the case, the night ending with you both usually falling asleep on the cot in the small shack while working on writing and illustrating Newt’s magical beasts manual. Though you would always scold him with well-intentions to eat a proper meal before he got lost performing the neverending tasks in the case, Newt knew you were just as eager to see the creatures and care for them as needed.   

Currently occupied with the task of constructing a new Occamy nest to accommodate for some new hatchlings that were on the way, Newt couldn’t help but ponder if he would ever gather the courage to tell you his true feelings for you one of these nights. He bit his bottom lip in concentration as he wrapped the tubular vegetation into tightly weaved circles, layer after layer.

He paused abruptly at the sound of your melodious voice that drifted through the doorway, the sound almost hypnotic, drawing Newt out of the humble shack to find you tending to the Bowtruckles that riddled the small tree, peeping anxiously.

“I’m here, it’s alright,” you hushed lovingly, successfully calming and quieting the chirping beasts as they acknowledged your presence. “Now let me see that limping leg of yours,” you cooed, reaching out a hand with your palm faced down, coaxing a little green creature to scurry across your fingers and perch on your knuckles, it’s left twig-leg dragging along. You gave a sympathetic pout, already reaching for the bandages and miniature splint you had prepared. “Oh you poor thing, hold still…”

His nest-building task long forgotten, Newt rested his chin in his hand as he leaned an elbow against the Eurumpent’s wooden platform, observing you from a comfortable distance.

The magizoologist listened in satisfaction as Graphorns snorted while gorging themselves on the recently thrown meal in the sandy enclosure, the Nundu giving a mighty growl from its rocky perch as the Mooncalves emerged from their burrows to chirp and blink their large blue eyes at the ascending moon, such harmony between every creature that made pride swell in Newt’s chest. The creatures that resided here were his best friends, but with your involvement, they all had become family, your influence rejuvenating the warmth and spirits in the case of creatures.

He watched as you ever-so-gently wrapped the carefully crafted splint around the small Bowtruckle’s leg, tongue poking out in concentration as you secured the bandages to keep the injured limb in place, but allow for movement at the joint. Newt saw how precise and cautiously aware you were of the precious life in your hands, your appreciation and love for the creatures apparent in your daily actions of maternal maintenance and caregiving.

Newt couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as you gushed over the gleefully squeaking Bowtruckle, giving small praises. “There we go, good as new,” You commented encouragingly, gingerly setting the Bowtruckle down onto a low branch, You giggled at a Billywig that buzzed by, twittering merrily as it circled your head a few times, sending your H/C locks flowing in a brisk breeze before whizzing away toward the Erumpent enclosure. It lead your gaze to your favorite wizard who strode toward you, looking to you in admiration.

A sense of adoration washed over Newt as he observed the way you interacted with his creatures, all of whom he now called “our” creatures since you had stumbled into his life. Your E/C eyes sparkled in the bright sun rays that beamed down and coated you in a heavenly glow, as if to purposely flaunt you as the main exhibit.

You, his favorite creature of them all. And you were his.

Newt was fully aware he was smitten. Completely, unashamedly, uncontrollably in love to where he devoted every smile, every breath, every heartbeat to you and you only.  

“I think the Bowtruckles really like me now,” you whispered secretively with a smile as you looked up to Newt with an endearing expression of excitement. “And I finally got the Niffler to give me back my earrings, though I still can’t find my—”

Though he mentally reprimanded himself for it, Newt had stopped fully listening to your ramblings to admire the look of enchantment you possessed in the presence of the creatures as well as himself, gazing up at him with captivating E/C eyes that reflected such compassion and joviality.

He figured you must have noticed the dreamy glaze over his herbal eyes as you paused in your small speech, expression turning to one of humor, though your brow furrowed in slight concern. “Newt, everything okay?”

Oh, the way you looked to him with so much fondness and devotion. Newt’s floodgates opened, the words spilling from his mouth, wholehearted and sweet like dripping honey, “Merlin’s beard, I love you…” His lean arms snaked around your waist, lifting you up into a spin that made you squeal in surprise and giggle in delight.

As soon as Newt set you down his hands flew up to delicately caress your face. He tenderly kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, trailing up your jaw to the shell of your ear, effectively showering you in affection that made your chest bubble in pleasure.

“You are…so…perfect,” he murmured sincerely between kisses, your cheeks flushing in response to such bold flattery. You faintly pondered what brought on such spontaneous demonstration of passion from the otherwise timid wizard, though you certainly weren’t about to complain. You couldn’t hold back the giggles that erupted from the sensation of Newt’s cinnamon-dusted amber curls sweeping against your skin as his freckled nose brushed against yours lovingly.

His eyes reflected a much deeper, passionate green, like that of churning ocean waves in a thunderstorm. “What ever did I do to deserve such a goddess?” He purred fondly, more to himself than anything else as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear and continued to study your features as though you were fine art.

You shook your head with a chuckle at his breathless, revering words. Giving it careful thought, you answered truthfully, “You exist, and that’s more than enough for me.”

Newt gave a slow exhale of awe as he attempted to form some sort of response, finding himself at loss for words. A grin cracked across his freckled face as he chuckled elatedly, seafoam eyes shimmering with mirth as he engulfed you into a warm embrace, nestling his head into the crook of your neck.

A smile of satisfaction pulled at your lips as you inhaled Newt’s comforting scent of fresh soil and rainwater, with a touch of vanilla. You rubbed soothing circles along his back, feeling his arms hug you tighter as you pressed your lips to his exposed neck with soft murmurs of your own reciprocations interweaved with sweet nothings.

You felt Newt’s unmistakable smirk of contentment against the curvature of your neck as he sighed fondly, freckled fingers tracing down your spine as his eyes fluttered shut blissfully. The night peacefully drifted on, the two of you snugly relaxed in one another’s embrace as polar-white stars shimmered from above, bathing the contents of the case in divinely pale light.

Evenings in your arms became Newt’s absolute favorite.

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Imagine Jack Harkness asking you out.

You blushed bright red as the man pulled you against him, one arm snugly around your waist. He leaned towards you, “I like to think of myself as a criminal,” his tone was low and sultry and your flush deepened.

“I bet you do,” you laughed nervously, completely unsure of what to do in this situation. You had zero experience with this sort of thing. You had never been in a relationship before. You couldn’t even remember a time when someone had paid this much attention to you, flirting or otherwise. You were totally out of your element alongside someone who practically exuded confidence.

Jack continued to dance slowly, his body warm against yours. Your face must have been bright red as you tried to mirror his movements awkwardly. He leaned down so his lips hovered by your ear, hot breath raising goosebumps across your flesh, “Feeling shy?”

You drew a shuddering breath, butterflies filling your stomach, “Maybe a little bit.”

“Maybe we should get to know each other better. How does dinner sometime sound?”

Gif Credit: Jack

anonymous asked:

Hi:) Can you write a scenario where you use a vibrator on DK??

I really hope this is at least close to what you wanted omg + rip this was my first smut in a while I hope it’s okay (this is a great way to start a new year)

I tried to keep this a bit more gender neutral - hopefully that’s welcome and I succeeded at least to some extent! and because I wasn’t sure which way to go, this includes >>both external and internal use of the vibrator<<, so if you’re not into the latter one, you might want to stop reading when the external use comes to an end!

The sight in front of you was absolutely marvellous, and all you could do was part your lips in appreciation as your fingertips dragged down your boyfriend’s toned torso. He writhed a little under your touch, his breath heavy and his eyes glassy and desperate, and your lips stretched into a smirk.

“Are you getting sensitive?” you asked, voice just that teasing, and got a rapid nod from Seokmin, accompanied by a needy whine when your finger stopped right below his belly button. Clearly, he’d rather had it go further down. Your smirk only got more prominent at that. “Good.”

Now, back to the beautiful sight in front of you, which was was your boyfriend. But not just that: his wrists were bound together and held up with a rope that was tied to the top of the headboard, his ankles held down by scarves that were fastened to the bed posts at the foot of the bed, and his cock was hard and leaking against his abdomen as the result of all the time you had spent teasing him while whispering dirty things right into his ear.

His mind had been and still was full of the mental images of how hard you’d make him cum, how you were desperate to have him deep inside of you and how you’d let him do almost anything to you. But not that night, except for the part where you’d make him cum hard.

Seokmin’s hips were starting to buck up restlessly, so you leaned down to kiss his chest slowly and finally allowed your fingertips travel low enough to wrap them around his cock. He hissed and screwed his eyes shut, your name slipping through his lips when he finally got the touch he so much needed. You almost chuckled while sucking a light hickey to his chest, a bit above his right nipple.

With him succumbing to pleasure under your ministrations and a series of soft yeses slipping through his lips, you moved your eyes to the silver-colored bullet vibrator that you had by your side. The memory of Seokmin finding your toy stash replayed in your mind, and it had you biting your lower lip a little.

His eyes had glinted in excitement when he had rummaged through them all, some of the toys making him raise his eyebrows and some making him gasp. He had accidentally turned on the particular bullet vibrator that was now next to you on the bed, and you’d never forget his voice when he had spoken, his eyes sparkling when he had turned to look at you. His voice had been so shaky yet determined, like he was already imagining more than a few things.

“Can we use this on me sometime?”

And so the sometime had come, and you were both embracing the moment. Seokmin had been rather impatient all day, and had quite likely never hardened as fast as he did when you stroked him while making out, and told him just what you’d do with the vibrator. It fed your own imagination just as much as it did Seokmin’s, and the way he had grunted at some parts of your description had only made the knot in the pit of your stomach tighter.

You ran your palm over the very tip of Seokmin’s length, which made his hips buck up and a strangled groan rip from his throat. A grin spread to your lips. “Are you ready?”

His smirk was painfully hot, like it always was, and he gave you a meaningful raise of his eyebrow. “Never been readier.”

Even when tied up, you felt like he had a sense of authority to him. With a quick nibble on your lower lip, you decided that you’d have to do something about that, and let go of his cock. The pre-cum soon disappeared from your hand when you ran your tongue across your palm, your eyes locked with Seokmin’s as you withdrew your tongue back into your mouth, the string of pre-cum connecting it to your hand breaking in the process.

His gasp at your action made you feel triumphant - at least you knew his weaknesses.

Seokmin eyed you in interest when you took your underwear off before taking the vibrator into your hand. You stroked it slowly, as if inspecting it, and let out a content sound when you turned it on. Seokmin swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the mere thought of how the vibrator would feel against himself.

Moving your playful eyes from the toy to your boyfriend’s pair of glassy eyes, you smirked. “It’s time for some fun.”

While you might have set the vibrator on its lowest, even those gentle vibrations felt almost painfully strong to Seokmin.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped when the toy met his cock at the base, vibrating lightly against his shaft and balls. The knot in your stomach tightened at his reaction, and you brought the toy higher on him in curiosity: you wanted to see every last reaction of his.

“Do you like it?” you said, although it was almost obvious, your voice teasing yet easily giving away your own, gradually increasing lust. Not that you hadn’t been annoyingly turned on for a good while already, of course. Seokmin was shaking all over, his eyebrows furrowing and lips opening into one gasp after another as he moved his gaze between you and his length.

“Is that even a–” He groaned before he was able to finish his sentence when you pressed the vibrator to the sensitive head of his cock lightly. With his hips bucking up and you pressing them back down into the bed with a small grin tugging at your lips, Seokmin panted heavily. His voice was as shaky as his body when he finally managed to answer you. “Is that even a question, holy shit.”

The smirk wouldn’t leave your face, but you didn’t mind. The sight was getting a bit too much, though, so rather than just being on your knees next to Seokmin, you sat on his left thigh and leaned down to kiss his chest. Being so close to his head, you could hear just how heavy yet shallow his breath was, although the quivering and heaving of his chest was quite a good indicator, too.

Allowing your tongue to glide on Seokmin’s toned chest, you took the vibrator off his cock and turned the power a bit higher. It wasn’t much stronger - you weren’t sure how much he could handle, so you didn’t dare to put it too high - but you could immediately hear and see the difference.

First you just dragged the toy up his inner thigh, which had both of his legs shaking. Considering that you were snugly sitting on one, it was quite an experience for you, too, with his leg stimulating your most sensitive parts in a way that almost got you distracted from the task at hand. Once you had collected yourself again, you pressed the vibrator back against Seokmin’s cock, ripping a strangled moan from him.

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” he whimpered, his legs still shaking and his arms writhing as he struggled to keep his hips pressed to the mattress. It did impress you how well he was able to do that either way. You sat back up and licked your lips, adoring the sight in front of you. It had been quite a while since the last time you had seen him as such a desperate mess. If you weren’t mistaken, the last time had been when you had played around with his hands tied and a cock ring at the base of his length, and you had taken your sweet time bringing him to what you knew to be the most intense orgasm of his life, at least up til then.

“Please what?” you asked, the faux innocence of your voice in conflict with how you were starting to move your hips on his thigh, or how you teased the head of his cock with the merest tip of the vibrator. It was starting to get a bit sticky with his pre-cum, which only turned you on more.

“I don’t even know,” Seokmin admitted with another hiss as his hips bucked up, which alone almost made you moan, too.

You didn’t say anything back to him, and instead just continued moving the toy around his cock. You went up and down slowly, each and every reaction and noise coming from Seokmin registering in your senses. The shaking of his legs, the quietly uttered profanities, the thin layer of sweat that was starting to gather on his neck, the gradually increasing restlessness of his hips…

It was perfect.

With your fingers moving on Seokmin’s toned upper body again, you brought your fingers that were on the vibrator to the bottom, where you could adjust the settings. Seokmin was grunting quietly almost at a regular pace now, and you cleared your throat. “Do you still want to try stronger?”

He lifted his head from the soft pillow he had buried it into, panting, and nodded.

“Remember not to come until I give you the permission,” you mumbled with a smile and leaned down to kiss your boyfriend at the same time as you turned the power even higher. His loud moan was caught by your lips, and the contracting of his abs didn’t go unnoticed by your fingers.

Oh, how you were enjoying the situation, and definitely not only because his thigh proved out to be almost better than a vibrator, still continuously shaking underneath you and rubbing against you. “I’m not sure if I say this enough, but god do I love your thighs.”

Seokmin chuckled at your mumbled words against his lips, and you pulled back from the kiss. Before you were able to retreat too much, Seokmin called your name. Raising your eyebrows in question, you brought the vibrator to the base of his cock.

“I’m… could we…” It was obvious he was trying to find the strength to both form a full sentence without his voice giving in too much and to say something. You kissed his neck lightly, and in an attempt to help him out a little, moved the toy away from him altogether. At that, Seokmin let out an almost relieved sigh. “Do you think we could try that inside, too?”

To say you were a bit blown away by the question would be an understatement, but judging by the pleading look on Seokmin’s face, he was not kidding.


“I’ve heard it feels good, especially if you find the right spot,” he explained quickly, still appearing as determined and serious as ever. You nodded slowly and played with the thought a little, and as soon as the image of Seokmin riding out an orgasm like that, you were sold - not that you would’ve rejected the idea otherwise, either.

“Yeah, sure,” you said hurriedly and turned the toy off before putting it aside for a while. You leaned down to kiss him again, one of your hands cupping his cheek and your tongue tickling his lips. “I’ll untie your ankles.”

He kissed you back hungrily, visibly frustrated that he couldn’t have his hands on you while doing so, but nodded either way. The kiss didn’t end too soon, though, as you took your time calming him down a little while enjoying the passionate kisses, where you got to be the more dominant party with your tongue dancing with his and your hands moving on his body.

“Alright,” you said dazedly when you had broken away from the kiss, and although you were hesitant to leave his thigh, you stood up and untied Seokmin’s ankles and got lube from the very same box where you kept your toys. You knew Seokmin had some somewhere, too, but you thought it was easier to just get your own than look for his.

Within the short time you had spent getting the lube, Seokmin had gotten his feet pressed on the mattress and his knees bent, legs open. While the sight was on the rarer side, it was definitely inviting, and you felt blood rushing to your lower body as you returned to the bed.

“Do you think two fingers is enough?” you asked while opening the cap of the tube of lube and eyeing the vibrator on the bed, trying to figure out how much prepping was necessary; the toy was by no means big, but then again you also knew that there was no such thing as too much prepping. Seokmin looked thoughtful, and you smiled at how thrilled he seemed about the prospect of having something tickling his prostate.

“Ah, uh,” he muttered, and laughed a bit nervously. You stroked his knee gently in an attempt to reassure him. “Let’s go with two, but if it looks like it, add a third?”

You nodded and took a comfortable position on the bed between his legs and squeezed some lube onto your fingers. Seokmin shuddered when you smeared some of it around his hole and began teasing his tight rim with the merest tip of your forefinger, which wasn’t all that difficult to slide inside. As soon as you heard his breath hitch, you brought your free hand to his cock and stroked him to distract him from the intrusion.

Little by little, you slid your finger in and wiggled it a little before just keeping it in place while your other hand was on Seokmin’s length. He was tense around the digit, but eventually his contorted features began relaxing, much like his hole relaxed around your finger. The first slow thrusts had him hissing, but you took your time making him relaxed and focusing more on the pleasure by kissing his inner thighs and moving your fingers on his cock.

With the hisses turning into quiet moans, you got some more lube on your fingers and began easing a second finger in slowly once you had stretched him enough. He hissed again, which you only took as a sign to continue stroking him steadily. It took a while, but eventually you had three fingers moving slowly in and out of him, and he was moaning and his toes were curling when your fingertips massaged his prostate.

While dragging your lips on his shaft, you slowly pulled your fingers out of him and wiped them on a tissue you grabbed from your nightstand. Seokmin panted and relaxed on the bed, but got attentive again when he could see you reaching for the vibrator.

“So you’re gonna like, put it in now?” Seokmin asked, his head raised a little so that he could see at least something of what was going on. You smiled and stroked his thigh while nodding.

“Kinda, yeah,” you replied with a soft chuckle, and began teasing his slick hole with the tip of the vibrator, which you had gotten a nice amount of lube on. With the earlier prepping, the conveniently sized vibrator slid in without too much of a problem, although you did see and feel Seokmin tense up. Your hand moved soothingly up and down his thigh, and soon you wrapped your fingers around his cock again, stroking it steadily.

“That feels kinda good,” he grunted, his eyes still shut, and bucked his hips up on instinct. A grin spread to your lips as you ran your thumb over the head of his dick while languidly moving the vibrator, still off, inside of him. The noises that left his pretty, parted lips went straight between your legs.

“Oh, yeah?” you chuckled and turned your head so that you could press a kiss to Seokmin’s right thigh and nibble on the sensitive skin lightly. “Well, baby, it’ll only get better from here.”

The smirk on his face was absolutely beautiful, and you loved the way it quickly transformed into an ‘o’ when you turned the vibrator on and slid it out of him before pushing it back in slowly, searching for his prostate.

“Shit,” Seokmin breathed heavily, his toes curling and legs starting to quiver; when his back arched and he let out a loud groan, you could deduce you had found what you were looking for.

It was fascinating, really, to see the effect it had on him to have a vibrator pressed against his prostate. He was unable to be silent and his body could hardly stay still - even if he was able to keep his hips somewhat down, his chest was heaving and abs contracting, and his cock was occasionally twitching with the stimulation you were giving him.

All in all, you could hardly keep your hands off yourself.

You took your time like that, stroking Seokmin in different places. If your hand wasn’t on his length, it was on his stomach, thigh or ass, while you kept the vibrator mostly still. Seokmin’s cheeks were even more flushed than they had been before, and he could barely be silent for more than a second as his lips continued letting out moans, grunts and hisses.

“You look beautiful like this,” you said, voice almost shaky with lust, and took Seokmin’s cock into your hand to swirl your forefinger on his slit. He had a small pool of pre-cum on his stomach by now, and his hips bucked up immediately when you touched him.

“I-I bet you would, too,” he managed, his lower body tensing with the build-up of his orgasm while he pictured you in his position. He groaned desperately as he held it back, which was gradually getting more difficult with how swollen his prostate was and how damn needy he was for his climax. If nothing else told it, it had to be the way you could start hearing “Please” through his noises.

You bent down and kissed him at the base of his length, your eyes staring at his face intently. “You can cum now, baby.”

With a long groan and his hips bucking up high, Seokmin began releasing onto his stomach and your fingers while you stroked him through it, the toy still vibrating against his spot. He was squirming as pleasure washed all over him, and a blissful smile spread to his lips. You took in the way the cum covered his skin, the way his facial muscles began relaxing little by little but his abs continued to tense, and the way his eyes began fluttering open, only to shut again when he began whimpering with how sensitive he was. Smiling to yourself, you sat up and let the vibrator slide out of him with ease, your hand leaving his sensitive length alone, too.

“Thank you,” Seokmin said breathlessly, his legs falling straight again. You put the toy down on the tissue you had wiped your fingers on earlier and moved up on the bed, freeing Seokmin’s wrists and kissing them before lying down next to him.

“I’m glad to see you enjoyed it,” you purred and leaned down to kiss him while your hand slid between his legs and you circled his clenching hole with your finger lightly. “I assume this won’t be a one-time thing?”

He thought for a while and pecked your lips, an almost sheepish smile climbing to his lips. “Probably not, if that’s fine.”

You nodded with a smile and were about to say something when Seokmin had already flipped you over and was sitting lightly on top of your thighs, looking down at you with intense eyes. His fingers began sliding underneath your shirt. “Would you be in for some experimenting, too?”

Running your hands up and down on Seokmin’s thighs before wrapping them around his neck and pulling him down, you smirked. “Some other time, sure. Right now I just need you to make me cum.”

And he did. Twice.

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Let me love you

Originally posted by aborddelimpala

Sam Winchester was by far the sexiest person you had ever seen in your entire life.  No man or woman ever had a chance against him.  

From the day you met him he made your panties slick with arousal.

You held out for him. You wanted him to be the next and only person you slept with, so you waited; hoping that one day he would see how much you loved him.

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Russian Roulette - Chapter 5 - Finale

→ Reader x Sehun

→ After a fateful meeting with a very shady, dark, young man bearing the name Tao, you’re sent out on a fatal mission: wooing Tao’s good friend and assistant Sehun, into leaving his fiancee.

→ Warnings: Slight violence.

Word count: 1,9K

Several rushed knocks sounded on my door.

The earlier morning still buzzed trough my veins like adrenaline and just when I had calmed down, the knuckles against wood sounding into my apartment only set it going again. After Sehun fell asleep last night without much more words, I left his apartment. Forget the mission for once- I just wanted my pride. I felt used; I felt like a prostitute, and although I knew that it wasn’t that bad, I still couldn’t help my feelings. And I suppose Sehun couldn’t either.

I felt his sudden excitement when Sera sent him that message- I could feel it.

“Day 9: Victim is almost mine. Competition for his affection has surfaced.”

I played the voice tape over and over again the whole ride home, listening to my oh-so casual voice, as if I wasn’t just emotionally destroyed. I tried to play it cool as I recorded it, but I remembered the tears that were already running down and staining my face.

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[fic] flying planes with paper wheels to the same Achilles’ heels

For someone who claims to want no part in the idea of soulmates, Annabeth’s life seems to revolve around it quite often.

(Have a soulmates!AU for my 800 followers mark fic. Sorry I haven’t been active as often recently. Uni is kicking my ass so hard this year.

Trigger warning for suicide of a minor character. It isn’t explicit but still.) 

In this life, there is only one person who gets to be your other half, and this is decided the moment you are born.

At birth, each person is Marked with something similar to a tattoo on their body. It can be an inscription, an image, or even something as straightforward as a full name. Whatever it is, the Mark is supposed to lead you to your soulmate.

Annabeth Chase does not believe in the concept of soulmates.

To her, having her other half decided for her the moment she was born isn’t hopeful or reassuring like those stupid soulmate commercials peg it as. To her, it’s suffocating and controlling. It’s Fate and the universe trying to take her choices away from her. 

So she tells herself that, no, she will not look for her soulmate. In fact, a small part of her even wants to swear that she won’t end up with her soulmate, just to prove a point. Whenever she tells people about this, they give her bemused looks, like they thought she was breaking some sort of unspoken law.

Well, she has always been a little rebellious; what difference does this make?

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Two // M

Two – Ft. Park Chanyeol
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language

A/N: This contains content for mature audiences. If you are under 18, I am not responsible for the imagery you will read. :)

Chanyeol’s nimble fingers loop themselves within the tangles of my hair, gripping them tighter and harder while his form presses into my own. His left hand rakes around my waist while mine cling onto his forearms, feeling his blood course through his beveled blue veins. His nails knead into my back as if the thought of being skin to skin won’t be enough to quench his animalistic hunger for a taste of my body. With each touch, his kisses obey his carnal instincts. There’s a tug, a sliver of a lick, and then a taut nip against my budding lip causing a moan to breach from the well of my lusting heart. 

The wicked glimmer in his smile means he heard it and there’s nothing more he would want than to drag me into his bedside chambers to fulfill all of my guiltiest pleasures. His forehead connects with mine, his teeth biting on his lower fold before whispering a deep, throaty command. “Follow me.”

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[Wilfred x MC] By Your Side

Based on a conversation I had with a friend a long time ago after both of us read the prologue for BMP2.

Wilfred walked in dressed in a black tuxedo, the bouquet of flowers in his hands so large that it was obstructing part of his face. Although she could not see his mouth, she knew from the look in his eyes that he must be smiling. As he neared, the nurse who was tending to her moved away from the bed and bowed her head at him before wordlessly making her way out of the room. Once the door clicked shut, he handed the bouquet of flowers to her.

“Alone at last,” He muttered, bending over to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, “Happy 35th anniversary.”

“Wilfred… Thank you,” She accepted the flowers with a smile, holding them to her chest as she sighed softly. Retrieving the small card that came with the bouquet, she carefully opened it, chuckling after a brief pause, “For my princess…? It’s been a long time since I last held that title.”

“Would you rather I call you my queen?” He asked teasingly, sitting on the edge of her bed. Without a word, he laced his fingers through hers, admiring the way their matching wedding bands sparkle in the light, “In my heart, you will always be my princess, no matter what title you officially hold or how long it’s been since we took the throne.”

“Even though I am no longer the young girl King Edward picked up from the side of the street?” She couldn’t resist asking, even though she already knew the answer.

Always,” He replied with a light chuckle, bringing their intertwined fingers to his lips, “My princess.”

“Mmm,” She responded softly, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. Her eyes crinkled in amusement as she slipped the card back into the bouquet and hugged it close with her free hand, “Thank you again, my prince.”

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First Valentine's

A/N:  Oh look I contributed to the Bluepulse tag and just in time for Valentine’s!!

P.S. I whipped this up really fast since I have a lot of V-day plans with my boyfriend so there might be a few errors. Just kidding. I don’t have a boyfriend. Just too lazy to proofread 

Preview: ‘Soft.’ Despite the number of times Bart had watched Jaime bite his lips raw out of stress or nerves, his lips were unbelievably soft.

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rikerssexblouse  asked:

For the hotness meme: B'Elanna in Maquis garb, B'Elanna in her tropical dress, B'Elanna as Brigitte, B'Elanna in Klingon garb, B'Elanna in the Drive flightsuit, B'Elanna in the grey Starfleet tanktop, B'Elanna in her red pjs, and B'Elanna in her silky blue pjs.

B'Elanna in Maquis garb

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Just look at her! *sigh*

B'Elanna in her tropical dress

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

I agree with Tom…

B'Elanna as Brigitte

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

*cries forever about poor Brigitte*

B'Elanna in Klingon garb

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous |


Okay, how can you not love both of these? She’s so cute in her green dress, plus, I really like seeing a Klingon warrior without the boob window…

B'Elanna in the Drive flightsuit

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Let’s be real, B’Elanna was the only one that rocked this look.

B'Elanna in the grey Starfleet tanktop

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Her shoulders… HER SHOULDERS. How are they even real?!

B'Elanna in her red pjs

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

I wasn’t sure which one you mean, but they are both the best. She looks so snugly in the first ones, and, well… HOW ARE HER SHOULDERS REAL?!

B'Elanna in her silky blue pjs

 Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY



B'Elanna in Resistance

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY 

THESE BOOTS! I want these boot so badly. Plus, I love the sleeve length on the shirt.

B'Elanna in a swimsuit

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY 

I love this 90s speedo swimsuit with all my heart.

Old B'Elanna

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY 

How is she not the prettiest here? HOW?!

Ask me how hot!

In Dreams 4

Rating: Mature


He tenses when she walks in. Actually, he went rigid the second the elevator dinged followed by the sound of her heels on the concrete floor.

The expectant look on her face, the dimpling in her chin, he knows she wants an explanation.

“Well?” she says as she sits down across from him.

He stands quickly, grabbing his jacket.

“I actually have an appointment. The expense reports from the Seel case are over there,” he says as he points to her little corner of the office.

“Mulder? What the hell are you-” he cuts her off by swinging the door shut behind him.

He heads up and out of the bowels of the building. He’s not lying, he does have an appointment, with a hypnotherapist to try and sort out the nightmares.

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The market here really was lively. Akira delicately picks his way across the room, expression twisting into a frown. He only had just enough left over from his self-imposed allowance to get one thing, yet everything here was just so… tempting. A pout steals over full lips, && the dark-haired boy turns his attention away to another table.


It’s wonderful - sheets of luxurious cloth && beautifully sewn dolls are settled snugly one at a time on a small table, each one so delicately crafted it might as well have been in a museum. Akira’s quick to dart over - fluffy things was his weakness, goodness gracious. He only just refrains from picking them up when he sees a muscular man sitting at the table, scowling at someone’s retreating back. He delicately clasps his hands behind him, && avoids touching anything.

> his guts are a little too low to inquire about why the muscular man was scowling.

“M-may I pick them up?” His voice lilts up, nervously.


Hot Water and Bad Roommates

Prompt: SS/NH sleepover
Submitted by: anon
Setting: Post war (one year)

“No problem, she said. It’ll only take a day, she said ‘ttebayo. No need to book a hotel,” Naruto murmured as he and the rest of his four man squad trekked through the muddy, damp terrain of Amegakure. “Baa-chan just didn’t want to cover the costs.”

“Shut up, dobe.” Although the jinchuriki’s rant was valid, Sasuke had gotten tired of hearing it about three hours ago.

“Just stop complaining, Naruto!” Sakura admonished as she readjusted her sodden cloak. “It won’t solve anything. Tsunade-sama isn’t even here now.”

Hinata, who was a few steps behind them, peered at their surroundings with her byakugan. “There’s a hotel up ahead. Maybe we can check in,” she offered, hoping to keep her crush and his teammates from maiming one another.

“That’s a great idea!” Naruto exclaimed. And theoretically, it was. But of course life had something else in mind for the shinobi.

“Wait, WHAT?” Sakura asked when they were met with a piece of unsettling news at the check-in desk.

The clerk swallowed thickly under the fiery kunoichi’s scrutiny. “Um, well miss, it’s as I said previously. You requested four rooms and currently there is only one available.”

“H-how could that be?” Hinata questioned, perplexed. “After all, this is such a large establishment.”

The woman behind the desk was relaxed enough by the Hyuga’s kind voice to explain. “You see, there will be a festival later this week so lots of tourists have come in.” She tentatively held a key card in front of them. “I appologize for the inconvenience, but this really is our last room and…”

Just then a civilian couple strolled into the building.

“…it’ll go fast.”

“We’ll take it, ‘ttebayo!” Naruto snatched the key card before any of the others could say anything different.

The jinchuriki started to walk away in triumph, only to feel two frigid stares boring holes into the back of his head. He whirled on his two teammates. “What did I do now, ‘ttebayo?”

”Usuratonkachi,” Sasuke growled. “We could have just gone to another hotel.”

“You didn’t even ask what kind of room it was,” Sakura chided. After all, a suite would be very different from a single.“Think a little, Naruto!”

The blond shook his head dismissively. “What if there wasn’t another one?” The Uzumaki wasn’t taking that chance.

“I-in Naruto-kun’s defense,” Hinata chimed in, “If there’s a festival then we’d probably face similar problems at the other hotels, too. It’s probably best to just stick with this one where we know for sure that we have a room.”

Sakura sighed tiredly. It was all but impossible to remain irritated with the benevolent Hyuga around. “I guess you’re right. Let’s go check it out.”

After a minute of looking around, the group found that their room contained one queen sized bed and a particularly uncomfortable looking pull-out couch.

“Well,” Hinata pursed her lips thoughtfully. “This may be problematic. I-I suppose I can sleep on the couch.”

“Take the bed,” Sakura offered, putting her damp pack and cloak down in a corner. “I wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor if I get first shower.” The kunoichi looked down at the muddy state of her attire and wrinkled her nose. “I feel like a stain.”

Naruto and Hinata promptly agreed to the pinkette’s more than reasonable request.

At this, Sasuke sent the medic a knowing smirk. The other two had no inkling of what a ‘Sakura-shower’ entailed.

“Hn. I’ll be back in an hour,” the Uchiha grabbed the key card off a table before taking his leave.
“Naruto-kun,” Hinata sighed all of fifty-six minutes later. “Has she come out yet?” The Hyuga heiress was beginning to regret the deal they agreed to.

“No, ‘ttebayo.” The two sat back to back on the living room floor, not wanting to dirty any of the furniture. “What do girls do in the shower for so long, Hinata?”

The black haired girl sighed again. She never had any penchant for vanity. “I honestly do not know.”

After another ten minutes, the jinchuriki hopped up. “This is ridiculous. SAKURA-CHAN!” He proceeded to bang on the bathroom door. “Are you gonna come out anytime soon? Me and Hinata have been waiting.”

“Give me five more minutes, Naruto!” The pinkette called from inside. Grumbling, the Hokage hopeful decided to let the issue go for yet another five minutes.

Meanwhile, Sakura ran through her wet tresses with a wide tooth comb. After rubbing a moisturizer on her rosy cheeks, she wrapped herself snugly in one of the complementary white bathrobes. Just as she started to rub a fragrant oil on her wrists a sharp knock sounded - and from the window of all places.

Smirking lightly, she undid the latch and allowed Sasuke to enter. “Smart move,” the medic commented. She doubted there would be enough hot water for whoever the unlucky last person was.

“Hn.” He handed her a sizable box before proceeding to remove his flak jacket and shirt.

“What’s this?” She questioned.

“Air mattress,” he informed, turning the water back on.

Her eyes lit up as she remembered her earlier vow. “But-“

“You don’t sleep on the floor.” Something in the Uchiha’s tone suggested that his girl deserved better.

Smiling a bit shyly, she pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun.” And with that the kunoichi finally emerged from the washroom.

When the pair in the living room saw her, they shared a relieved sigh.

“You can go next, Naruto-kun,” the Hyuga said even as visions of soap and water danced across her mind’s eye.

“It’s fine, Hinata. I can wait.”

Upon hearing their conversation, Sakura tried her very best to fade into obscurity. She kneeled on the ground, inconspicuously blowing up her mattress.

“Oi, Hinata…” Naruto began after a beat. “Does it sound like the shower’s still running?”

The Hyuga nodded meekly. Quickly, the two went to investigate.

Naruto knocked obnoxiously. “Oi!”

When a curt, “Shut up, dobe,” sounded from the other side of the door they lost every speck of hope.

Hinata’s left eye began to twitch violently. “H-how did he?”

Naruto shook his head. For him, Sasuke and Sakura conspiring together was nothing new. “Hinata, welcome to my life.”

Notes: Ah, Sasuke and Sakura were jerks in this one lol. I had to write one like this eventually. Thanks for reading, guys! My ask is always open.

Finding Home- Part Three

Author: Emma

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: I struggled with this one a bit. I felt like a was being really repetitive with my wording so if that’s the case I apologize. Hope y'all are still loving this series though!

P.S.- Some of the tags didn’t work again. Not sure what’s up with that. AND it’s not letting me add a gif. Stupid tumblr.

Read Part One, Part Two 

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A/N:  I moved house this week, and it thus inspired me to write a little something about Emma Swan doing the same thing.


Things are only things


The first time, there’s not even a box.

The room is not bare.

Her parents are not in a chaos of labelling, or debating which set of crockery will get packed last so they still have something to eat off of, there is no senseless shouting over “why do we own so much crap?”

There is no moving truck.

The bed is still there with its white painted slats, the walls are still decorated with tiny illustrated birds in mid-flight.

She doesn’t get to keep any of it, doesn’t get to take any of it with her – not the rug that she would lay on, not the home that was hers, and certainly not the family that tucked her in each night.

The memory is not clear, the colour of the walls might have been blue or white, and she can’t remember if her favourite toy was an elephant or a duck. But she’s three, and the memory has blurred accordingly, and really it’s a wonder she remembers any of it at all.

But the things that Emma does remember (other than the loving feeling that turned to lead in her stomach)?

The few clothes she does have, the baby blanket with purple ribbon with her name embroidered with loving intent, they all fit snugly into one backpack.

The first time Emma moves she doesn’t even have enough belongings for a box.

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