that smouldering gaze

03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 3)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin
Genre: Smut, this is it ya’ll the big finale! 

a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia, @war-of-hormoan, @lostinbangtan@1honeypot<3333

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“Good Evening everybody, Professor Kim couldn’t make it to lecture so I’ll be giving the lecture instead.” You heard a very distinct voice say, your head snapped back and up towards the source. You could not believe your eyes as they feasted upon the sight that was Mr. Park Jimin, the very man that had been haunting your sleep since the first time you laid eyes on him. He stood at the front of the lecture hall wearing a deep blue button up, with his sleeve rolled up to his elbows, broadcasting his incredible forearms, while his muscular thighs were practically bulging through the black slacks he wore. Upon the bridge of his nose sat a fashionable pair of glasses that hid his mischievous eyes. 

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Hunted | Yoongi

Originally posted by yukidinme

Genre: Angst (sorta?) | Slight fluff (?) | Action | Mafia/Gang!AU

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Got7)

Warnings: Violence, shooting, mentions of dead bodies, cursing/swearing, etc.

 Word count: 2251

Request: Hello! I would like to request a scenario! Instead of writing blah, blah, blah I will make it easy to read: 1. Yoongi (with Agust D personality - you know, a bad, sassy, rude boy) 2. A mix of genres, whatever you feel inspired for but please - not 100% fluffy. 3. Triggers are alright, they make the plot even more interesting! If that’s okay with YOU ofc. 4. The AU totally depends on you! I thought about something like poor producer AU, drug dealer but I’m up to anything! 5. THANKS

 A/N: I’m finally back after the hiatus! Please leave me feedback as always, I hope this came out okay? I’m not sure, but feedback is much appreciated! 


“Yoongi…”

Your arms slung loosely around his slender shoulders, your lips gently pressed to his neck as you chuckled softly with a mischievous tone, and Yoongi couldn’t help his mouth from curling up ever so slightly, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

“Aish, Y/N, stop making me so soft,” he complained half heartedly, swatting your hands away as he leaned forward on his desk, his fingers intertwining, clasping his palms together on the hard surface. His phone buzzed repeatedly against the desk, and he sighed, hooking his finger onto the object and flinging it closer to him.

“What, is our big bad gang leader going all soft and gooey for me, hm?” You teased him, wanting to see how long you could keep this up, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips with the knowledge that only you could make him this soft.

Yoongi wasn’t the soft type. His own gang members held a certain fearful respect for him, their heads ducking in a nervous nod under his piercing, cold gaze whenever he strode past any of them, his pistol always swinging around his finger threateningly. They had all witnessed his incredibly short temper, how he would easily flip the trigger on anyone who insisted on pushing his buttons too far. His wrath was particularly evident when a rival gang made a puny, futile attempt to threaten him, or back out on a deal, it was safe to say they’d be seeing nothing but darkness from that moment onwards, their bodies lay limp and decorated with wounds. His work was known clearly from his signature mark, three shots; a shot in the head, in the mouth, and straight in the heart, the chilling preciseness of the wounds instilling fear in anyone who saw the cold, emotionless, steel look clouding over his eyes, as he’d cock his head to the side with a small smirk, observing his work.

For someone who seemed so emotionless and sociopathic, his stone heart held a lot of love for you, no matter how much he tried to hide it in front of others. You were strong, skilled, a valuable asset to the gang as well as his beloved, the one person who could soften his stone hard heart, who could melt away the cold glint in his eyes, replacing it with a warmth barely seen by anyone. He couldn’t help but let his mouth curl up onto a smile every time he watched you walk past confidently, hair bouncing effortlessly, your eyes always sparkling with an inquisitive, curious look. You could be just as ruthless as him when needed, the sparkle in your eyes glazing over and becoming steely, much like Yoongi. There was a reason why no-one had attempted to use you as a threat towards him; not only would you have found a way to murder them where they stood, Yoongi’s full wrath would truly be enticed out of him, leaving no-one standing, their bodies hanging as an example for anyone who tried such a stunt again.

That day, you left Yoongi reclined in his office to make some phone calls, waving at Jungkook and Jimin as you walked past, two of Yoongi’s most skilled hitmen. You confidently strode through the halls, spinning your favourite dagger in your hands, and eventually slipping out through the front doors of the huge manor house, making your way towards the safe house in the back. Peering around the place, you suddenly felt a prickling feeling on the nape of your neck. Something wasn’t right. You stopped in your tracks, cocking your head to the side as you analysed your surroundings, your posture defensive, dagger gripped tightly in your hand.

“If there’s someone there, you might as well come out now, does it look like I have all fucking day to play with you? Whoever ‘you’ is?” You spoke out, tapping your foot impatiently as you continued to observe your surroundings, listening intently for any noise.

“Well, I guess you caught me out, huh?” Jackson, a member of a growing rival gang, stepped out from behind you, chuckling darkly with a raspy tone. “I always knew I could never sneak up on you, too quick for me.” He tapped his nose with a wry smile, his eyes inquisitive as he looked you up and down, tutting at the glare in your eyes. He spun guns in both hands, tilting his head at you in a deceiving puppy-like way.

“What the fuck do you want? Get it over and done with, you piece of shit,” you spat at him, clearly aggravated by this trespass onto Yoongi’s premises. “It’s either, you get out now, or this knife is going straight in your heart, you’re testing my patience right now.”

Jackson simply chuckled at your words, one eyebrow raising in a perfect arch. “Too bad, wouldn’t want to hurt Yoongi’s girl, hm?”

You were so preoccupied with glaring Jackson down, you didn’t notice Jaebum soundlessly and stealthily approaching behind you, until you felt a strong hand clamping over your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your waist in an attempt to restrain you. You felt a fire quickly burning up in your chest, and you skillfully spun the dagger in your hand, stabbing back into Jaebum’s side, causing him to double over and release his grasp on you. You threw the dagger like a dart right at Jackson, aiming for his heart without second thought, but he was quick to dart out of the way, just about, his gaze now furious as he clenched his sharp jaw.

You were about to sprint back to the manor house, if another of their members hadn’t pressed a cloth to your mouth, the dizzying scent leaving your eyes fluttering shut, your body weakening and dropping like a stone onto the hard ground, your limbs crumpling uselessly as you lay in an awkward position, passed out.

Jackson gestured towards your unconscious body, the other men quick to scoop you up, carrying you away from the scene before someone caught on what was happening.

“Little shit,” Jaebum cursed, pressing his hand to the wound, and wincing at the murky, sticky red liquid dripping from his fingers. “She knows how to use that knife, why is it always me who has to restrain them, while you just stand there having the fucking time of your life watching?” He glared at Jackson, quick to follow the other men sneaking off.

“Stop complaining, just get Youngjae to patch you up when we get back.” Jackson rolled his eyes in retaliation, strolling off in the same direction, but not before peering back at the manor house with a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s just see how long it takes lover boy over here to realise we have his girl.”

➳ ➳

“What?!”

Yoongi’s hands shook violently, his eyes obsidian with how much they had darkened, flames seemingly flickering and licking up in his gaze, his stare piercing right into Namjoon’s soul as he stood there, shifting from side to side.

Namjoon sighed, pushing his plum coloured hair back with his slender fingers, his own gaze finally returning to rest back on Yoongi’s smouldering gaze, watching him clench and unclench his jaw in complete fury.

“Say that again… I dare you,” Yoongi threatened, his voice laced with a terrifying tone that was only ever heard in moments like this, when those he loved were threatened. When you were threatened. He swore he was going to kill those sons of -

“I said, Y/N is missing, she’s nowhere to be found, not answering any calls or texts, and we found this in front of the safe house…” Namjoon slid the small white card across the table, Yoongi slowly picking it up and spinning it in his hands, crushing it in his fist in realisation.

It was a simple white card, a single black hexagon in the centre, circling the number ‘7’. Yoongi’s fist shook harder, as he grasped the crumpled card in his hands, wishing death on all those who had just crossed him.

“Those fucking… they’re going to fucking pay, believe me,” Yoongi spoke coldly again, his gaze fixated on the desk, cogs whirring in his head as he contemplated how to get you back safely, into his arms, into the manor house where he’d make sure no-one could ever dare to hurt you again.

“Taehyung managed to track the bug he planted in her vest, he thinks he has her location… of course, it’s not going to be easy to get her back, they probably have the place highly secured, security guards watching any possible entrance to the place…” Namjoon assessed all the possible layouts of your whereabouts, only to be interrupted out of his thoughts by the sound of a fist slamming into the table.

“Whatever it takes,” Yoongi breathed heavily in anger, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration, slowly rising from his seat. “We save her, and teach those motherfuckers a lesson, got it?”

Namjoon simply nodded, pulling out his phone. “I’ll inform the others, gather a team, we won’t let them get away with it.” He smiled warmly in reassurance, dimples indented into his face as he left the room, leaving Yoongi tossing a book at the wall with a frustrated sigh.

➳ ➳

“You fucking shitheads.”

You breathed heavily, your chest quickly rising and falling as you sat restrained in a rusty chair, the room dark apart from a dim light in the centre, shadows seemingly crawling across the walls as several pairs of eyes fixated on you. You hadn’t stopped cursing them out since they - with great difficulty - tied you to that chair, your eyes shooting daggers at them since then.

“Hyung, she’s so annoying, can we just let her go?” Bambam complained, earning a hit on the back of the head from Jaebum, much to his protests.

“Are you stupid? She’s our key to finally overtaking Yoongi’s gang, and taking all their shit,” Jackson leaned forward, a rather cheerful smile on his face considering the fact he was holding you hostage.

“You really think that’s going to happen?” You leaned forward in your seat, scoffing at the thought. Your mind had been racing with plans to get out of there, weighing your chances of escaping, and analysing the situation as you had been trained to do. While you kept them distracted with small talk, your hand was reaching as best as it could to pull out the spare dagger you always carried in your back pocket, smirking at their carelessness. Your hands were tied behind your back, allowing your body to shield what you were attempting to do, your hand finally clasping onto the cold blade. You began to hack at the duct tape keeping your hands together, the rest of your body remaining convincingly still, as you continued to talk at them.

“You think you can take over Yoongi’s gang that easily? You lot really are clueless as hell, huh?” You shook your head at them, your hands now free and working at the rope tied around you. You would’ve managed to free yourself, had the door not burst open, Yoongi standing there, leaning on the frame, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity. He was accompanied by his main men, along with some others, and you peered behind him at the carnage of bodies scattered in the hallway.

“So,” Yoongi nonchalantly swung his gun around his finger, his eyebrow still raised at their surprised faces. “You thought you could just kidnap my girlfriend and think I wouldn’t find her? Fucking idiots.” He yawned casually, stretching his arms out and pointing his gun right at Jackson. “Okay, I’m bored with you all.”

The first shot rang through the air, grazing Jackson’s arm as he dodged out of the way, and chaos soon ensued as Yoongi’s men and Jackson’s men began to shoot violently at each other, knives flying through the air, and bullets speeding. You managed to free yourself in all the mess, jumping up and kicking Jackson right in the crotch with your boots, causing him to collapse in pain.

Shots continued to fire through the air, Jaebum pressing his hand to a wound for the second time that day, except this time it was located right above his heart, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body collapsed, lying limp on the floor. Jackson cursed at the sight, clutching his own wounded arm as he tried to fire everyone down, and yet he stood almost alone, all his members either dead or too injured to fight.

“Give it up,” Yoongi pointed the gun at his head once again, tilting his head and cocking his eyebrow at him. “You won’t last a fucking day without the rest of your gang.” You helped up some of your own injured members during the exchange, helping to usher them out and glancing back at Yoongi.

Jackson glared at him, coughing up blood and groaning in pain as he clutched his arm, stumbling from the pain. He glanced around at the carnage around him, sighing as he realised he’d have to admit defeat.

“Let this be a warning to you, you fucking touch any of my gang again, and I’ll make sure you’re not standing either.” And with that, Yoongi walked out with you in tow, ducking expectantly as Jackson attempted to fire at his head, Yoongi spinning around and shooting his other arm too.

“You never learn, huh?”

Paper Hearts (Part 15)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 4.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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♡JK ♡JM

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Boy’s Night: ReggiexReader! Mini Fic Part 1

hey guys! here’s another reggie oneshot :) feedback in my ask would be appreciated! edit: i decided to make this into a mini fic so if you want a part 3 with smut, lemme know!

Summary: Drunk Reggie texts when he’s at the bar with the bulldogs!

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of alcohol.

PART TWO HERE.

Originally posted by nooowestayandgetcaught

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Soul Mates

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

(NOT MY GIF)

pairings: Dylan O'Brien x reader, father!Dylan x baby.

A/N: just a cute, fluff thing that came to me while listening to a song. hope y'all enjoy it! also, I’d like to thank my gorgeous bee @dylan-trash-tbh for reading this for me ❤

word count: 751


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anonymous asked:

hi! i was wondering if you could do a percival graves x reader where she works for him and is really awkward around him, but he just finds it cute? idk if that made sense but tysm!! 💞

This is one of the very few times I’ve written something cute so I hope that the story is somewhat up to your expectations! I think I did more clumsy than awkward, so I hope that’s fine! Thank you for requesting this story, it was fun to write!


It’s All Your Fault - Percival Graves x Reader

“You have something on your face.”

You blinked and stared at the distinguished figure of your boss in front of you, an amused smile quirking the corner of his lips. Frowning, you wondered if you had misheard what he said.

“I beg your pardon, sir?”

Percival Graves smirked and said nothing, choosing instead to lean close to your reddening face. Unwittingly, you let out a gasp at his close proximity, which made his smirk seem to take on a predatory look. Slowly, far too slowly for your liking, he reached out and oh so gently wiped something away from your lips. You shuddered, seeing a hint of red on his finger where it had caught on your lipstick. The Director just smiled and showed you the bit of peanut butter from your breakfast that had apparently stayed on your lip throughout the day. Your gaze followed his hand as he nonchalantly brought his finger to his lips (sweet Merlin, that image would haunt your dreams for nights to come) and very delicately, as if he were feasting on the most succulent of delicacies, licked the peanut butter off of the digit, all the while his dark eyes never left yours. The man was torturing you, and he knew it, the smug bastard.

“Mr Graves!”

Percival immediately straightened and drew himself away from you. You cleared your throat and fixed your attention back on the mounds of paperwork stacked on your desk, but you could feel the heat curl up your neck and around the tips of your ears. If you had but looked up, you would have seen Percival shoot a small smile that looked almost fond towards you before turning to the Auror who had called for him. He walked off then, and you immediately sank into your chair, relieved, but not before you clumsily sent a paperweight to the floor. The loud crash the damned paperweight made reverberated throughout the entire office, and you groaned when every head, including that of Percival’s, swiveled towards your direction. Muttering a quick sorry, you ducked under your desk to retrieve the object, and to pretend that a hole had opened up to allow you to disappear.


You were a part of the Department of Magical Security of MACUSA, but you didn’t work there as an Auror. You had no shame in telling everyone that you were a clerk; the job didn’t sound glamorous, and it wasn’t as if you were risking your life each day as the Aurors did, but you were still proud that you were doing your bit in ensuring the peace of the wizarding world, one form at a time. Recently however, you were given a small promotion as Percival Graves’ personal secretary, something Madame Picquery was adamant he needed, and you agreed. The man was perhaps the busiest wizard (or perhaps human altogether) alive; the first time you took a glance at his schedule, you were stunned. Every hour of his day was occupied by meetings arranged back to back, briefings on missions and the latest threats to the wizarding community, reports that needed to be read over, the applications of new recruits, etcetera etcetera. It didn’t help that Mr Graves was the definition of a workaholic; if you looked up the word in a dictionary, it would most certainly show you a picture of Percival Graves. With such a busy boss who was the first to appear at the office and the last to leave, every day, you tried your best to help lighten his load (hah! You’d like to lighten his load, if you catch my drift) by making sure he doesn’t have to deal with any menial tasks that would distract him from the more important duties. Keyword though, being tried.

Percival Graves was a very attractive man. Very. While he was at least 10 years older than you were, you appreciated the dignity of his dark hair peppered with a hint of grey at the edges. He’s kept a trim figure, and while he’s not the broadest or tallest man in the room, his body is all hard panes and well-defined muscles. Not that you’ve ever felt his body before, well not intimately, at least. He had caught you once, when you tripped over yourself the first day as this secretary, his warm hands on your waist and you fisting the crisp white material of his shirt. You remember how your eyes were closed in anticipation for the hard fall, and yet all you felt was warmth. You slowly eased one eye open to see the amused face of your boss, and you sort of whimpered before leaping away from him, only to knock into the edge of your desk which resulted in an unsightly bruise on your hip. Your face was as red as a tomato for the entire day, which did not look attractive with your pale English skin. You were absolutely mortified at making a fool of yourself with him as your direct supervisor on day one. Certainly, you had met the man and spoken with him before, and you weren’t that clumsy normally, but then you’ve never had to deal with being in such close proximity with him every day. Ever since that incident however, you were all the more conscious of his presence near you, around you, everywhere and you couldn’t even hand him his daily cup of coffee without blushing like a school girl and stammering nervously when his fingers brushed yours. Percival wasn’t helping either; he knew you were attracted to him, knew you were nervous around him because of that and well, the man was a tease. He wasn’t cruel to you or whatever, he just liked seeing you flustered because of him.

But it wasn’t all that bad, really. The whole experience of working with him was wonderful; he was extremely patient with you, despite the constant emphasis on the grave part of his name by the gossips of the office, and he’s taught you so much about yourself that you’re feeling like a stronger, more confident person lately. You were still awkward around him of course, and you still knocked over objects whenever you hastened to escape his smouldering gaze but you gradually became more comfortable around him, even finding the courage the crack a joke or two with him. He was always kind enough to laugh genuinely, no matter how cringe-y your jokes were, which made you respect (and love) him all the bit more, because even though he has the reputation of being a stoic workaholic who had no personal life, you saw how much he cared for the people he worked with, and in his subtle way, always tried to make them feel more as though they mattered.

Just when you thought you had finally gotten over your awkward phase around him, you managed to accidentally spill some hot coffee on his desk, which would have been disastrous had he not snatched his documents out of the way as you quickly found your balance. You apologised profusely, and there was a glimmer in his eyes and a twitch of his very kissable lips that made him look younger and less tired, and you couldn’t help but smile shyly at him. He cleared his throat and waved your apologies away, and you as you left, still smiling, you could have sworn you saw a light dusting of a blush on his cheeks. You closed the door, secretly pleased that you weren’t the only one unaffected by the strange attraction that existed between the two of you, albeit one that was unacknowledged. For now.


Percival Graves sat in his office, thinking, which wasn’t something out of the ordinary. He was a man whose brain doesn’t stop ticking, always planning and counter-planning. The subject of his thoughts however, was something quite unusual. For the nth time since you were appointed as his personal secretary, he found himself preoccupied with you. He took no notice of you initially; you were a pretty, quiet thing who kept to yourself and did your work well. In other words, you were nothing special. The first time you caught his attention though, was when you accidentally killed the single plant he was fond enough of to let it continue growing in his office. It was a gift from an eccentric uncle, one he grumbled about to his mother but grudgingly accepted out of respect for his elder. He grew used to seeing the plant every day he was in his office however, and was somewhat sorry to see it meet its end at your hands. But, he digressed. He was enchanted by the panicked apology delivered by your soft English accented voice, and you were nearly in tears as you tried to charm the plant back to life, obviously to no avail. No spell could bring back the dead. Just as you were about to hyperventilate out of embarrassment and fear (somewhat misplaced, he thought, a little miffed), he sat you down and made you drink a sip of brandy. Having slightly calmed down, you took a deep breath and offered a mumbled apology, waiting for the worst, that you’d be fired. He surprised you however, by just chuckling and patting your hand gently, after which he calmly explained that no you weren’t fired and you needed to be careful in the future, lest you hurt your pretty self. You had blushed prettily then, and Percival Graves was a doomed man from that day onward.


You were working late into the evening one day, preparing for an important briefing Percival would be chairing the next day. You had been buried under extra workload today, with one of the other clerks in the department being absent, and by the time you had time to start on the presentation for the briefing, everyone had already started packing up for home. You didn’t mind not being able to go home late; you had no family in New York, and you were far too dedicated to your work to have made friends outside of work. The only people still in the building were probably only yourself and Percival. Speaking of which, you hadn’t heard any sounds from his office, which made you worry a little. Surely he was all right and not passed out from exhaustion? He did look particularly worn out today, and he had been out of the office all day, meeting with the President and several other wizarding delegates regarding Gellert Grindelwald. Your hand on his door knob, you debated between entering his office (without his permission, your mind screamed) to check on him or to just leave him be. You were just about to turn the knob when the door opened unexpectedly and you were met with a very solid wall of chest, and a very attractive scent given out by a very masculine man who just so happened to be your boss. Your very tired, but still handsome boss.

He had rolled his white shirt sleeves up to his elbows, and you swallowed at the sight of his muscular arms. Your gaze slowly travelled upwards, up to the partially unbuttoned shirt that exposed part of his chest, to the light stubble covering his strong jaw, to his rumpled hair and his dark eyes. Your mouth opened in a slight gape, either to sputter an excuse for disturbing him or because you were stunned by how gorgeously dishevelled he was. Whatever you were about to say or do however, was completely swept under the rug when you found someone’s lips, his lips, on yours. And like the doofus you were, you passed out.

Percival blinked and stared at you disbelievingly when he felt you go lax in his hold. You had passed out. When he was kissing you. That certainly was a first. Shaking his head fondly at you, he carried you into his office and laid you down gently on the sofa whilst he waited for you to gain consciousness. He didn’t have to wait long. Midway through reading the final report on his desk, he heard you moan and he walked over to you as you slowly sat up. He knelt before you, and cupping your still surprised visage, pressed another kiss on you. You thanked the heavens that you didn’t pass out this time because then you would have missed out on the wonderful, blissful sensation of being kissed by Percival Graves, the man you have been fiercely attracted for so long. His hands were soft on your face, and his breath warmed you to the tips of your toes, and as you wound your fingers in his dark hair, you marveled at the softness of the strands and oh, the delightful sensation of him nipping your bottom lip made you tremble. The both of you simultaneously sighed as the kiss was broken, and he rested his forehead against yours, a strand of hair falling endearingly to his eyes. He smiled boyishly at you, and you wondered how many hearts he’s broken throughout his years, the devilish charmer. You couldn’t care less though; whatever you had with Percival was new and young, and while you couldn’t say you didn’t hope for something more in the future, any previous dalliances he might have had didn’t matter. Of course, you wondered just why he decided you were what he wanted, for now, when he could so easily have the most enchanting and lovely women in the world. But as he drew you into another kiss, whispering his desire to court you, it didn’t quite matter. You were his and he was yours for now, and you were satisfied with how things stood as of now. You leaned deeper into his kiss and boldly suckled on his lip, eliciting a guttural moan from the man, but the moment was destroyed when you accidentally leaned forward a little too much and toppled onto him, sending the both of you onto the ground. You both groaned at the impact and he clicked his tongue at you as you buried your reddened face in his chest, mumbling that it was his fault you were so awkward around him. He rolled his eyes affectionately at you before dropping a kiss onto your head, some things never changed.


Here’s a smirking Colin Farrell a la Jerry Dandridge for your pleasure. And I do mean pleasure ;)

Cupcakes n’ kisses (Hakyeon fluff/smut)

Originally posted by nxnight

Genre: fluff / smut

Length: 2.2k

Pairing: Cha Hakyeon (N) + You

Summary: You knew you shouldn’t have set out the cupcakes so early


Hiii! Thank you for the request, hopefully this is smutty enough since it’s not as long as my other two!

Also I’m gonna have to agree with you there ;) Hakyeon is great fangirl bait *_*

                                            >>> REQUEST<<< 


Hakyeon was just strolling into the room as you finished setting up the cupcakes on the coffee table, ready for when your family visited. Your mum had an enormous sweet tooth, and vanilla cupcakes iced with strawberry frosting was her favourite kind. Your parents hadn’t seen you since you’d moved in with Hakyeon, so they wanted to come and inspect the new environment that you were living in. However unfortunately, vanilla cupcakes with strawberry icing were also your boyfriend Hakyeon’s favourites and you regretted setting them out 3 ½ hours before your parents were actually supposed to be arriving.

“Ooh what’s this?” Hakyeon eyed the cupcakes as he strolled into the living room. His eyes lit up when he realised you’d made his favourite flavour. He couldn’t believe you’d made him his favourite cupcakes from scratch! Usually you didn’t like to bake at home since it was time consuming so he felt honoured that you’d taken an hour out of your busy schedule to make something for him. His day was already going well and this was just the cherry on top. “Yum! For me? Thank you I’m so happy you made these for me it’s been so long and you know your cupcakes taste a lot better than store bought ones.” It’d been a while since you’d made some for him and you only really did it on special occasions. He pondered over what he’d done to deserve them recently as his hand reached out to grab one.

You karate chopped his hand away from the assortment of cupcakes just as he reached for the one in the centre. He gasped, pulling his hand back and glaring at you with a look of betrayal.

“What was that for?” he whined, rubbing his sore wrist.

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anonymous asked:

Madara doing eye sex to his crush and catches him o.O

I had TOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS. We all love some Madara. <3 I wrote it so that his crush likes him back, and they both know that there’s something there. Hope that’s okay. Enjoy!! - Admin Nunu

Madara Uchiha Doing Eye Sex on His Crush

Originally posted by shisuithegreekgod.

  • First of all, I just want to make it clear that Madara… that man. He is just too good at everything he does tbh…
  • She will feel uncomfortable at first, still unaccustomed to Madara granting her some kind of extended attention (since he is so busy with his responsibilities).
  • Madara eye-sexing his crush is more painful for them than it is for him. For every inch that his eyes travel, his crush can literally feel her skin burning. He exhibits a firm stance, and an intense, smouldering gaze that just makes his crush want to pounce on him. Like his eyes themselves are literally stripping off her clothing, one by one. Madara makes his crush writhe in anticipation. Madara will probably flicker his eyes away while subtly nibbling on his lip, just to add more to her anxiousness.
  • Madara doesn’t do it too often, but when he does… he does it at the most odd timing. In the middle of a meeting. An outing with friends. He just so happens to do it when there are other people around). And his crush can tell he’s eye-sexing them by the way Madara’s responses are kinda short and slow, almost delayed, because he is so distracted by the beauty that is his crush.
  • Lowkey Hashirama can tell when he does it, because Madara will seem withdrawn for a moment or two. Hashirama doesn’t pick on him for it, but he laughs to himself about it.
Midnight Reminiscing: ReggiexReader! PART ONE.

hey guys, this is a multi-part mini fic :) please leave feedback in my ask!

Summary: Reggie and (Y/N) reminisce about their sophomore relationship at a senior year house party. 

(GIF not mine, credit to @netflixuniversity. I know its a Zach Dempsey gif btw)

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These Uncertain Requiems (Sashea) - May

a/n: This is my shot at the fic challenge and also my first time writing Sashea, I really enjoyed both and hope you guys do as well! 

 [Also, I started this before all the finale spoilers leaked, so it’s written as though the finale runs the way it has in previous seasons]

 Words used: Admission // Knife // Snarl (7)

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Tantric Flames:Chapter 1

Nalu Week 2017
Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction
Prompts: Body Language (Implied) Tatoo (Implied), Interwined and Wild
Rating: M for language, steamy and mature adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Direction is advised.(You have been warned!)

SummaryOne look, one smouldering hooded gaze, one word, one fiery kiss, one magnetizing touch was all he needed for her to completely unravel at his mercy alone, succumbing to the sinful temptation of her inhibitions, his love, his feral passion, his raw, insatiable desires, his “Tantric Flames”. Submission for @nalu-week 2017 in which Natsu gives his mate a tantric massage-after much persuasion- she won’t soon forget when it turns into so much more.


Chapter 1: Gravity of Tantric Love Part 1

A/N: Hey guys, celestialgeekmage (formerly known as Twishadowhunter/ teamedwardjace/ teamedwardjace2) here with the first two chapters of the repost of a ‘new’ fic: Tantric Flames for Nalu-Week (originally submitted for Nalu love fest). This is by no means my first time submitting an entry to Nalu week (or any writing event related to Fairy Tail), but a chain of events forced me to take a leave of absence (while letting go of my accounts) in January (for personal reasons) I prefer not to get into. I’m back again (I’m in the process of revisions before reposting of my work) under a new name Celestialgeekmage (my new alias, chosen for my Tumblr and fanfiction accounts). This fic should be considered slightly AU since it takes place a short time after the events of the final manga arc where Natsu is still a Etherious dragon-slayer demon hybrid (after Lucy is still able to save him, but without the merging seeds putting his life at risk). Anyways, I don’t want to keep you all much longer, so without further ado, here is the story. Enjoy! (Oh and don’t forget to hit me up on fanfiction/Tumblr under celestialgeekmage!)


Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail which instead belongs to the one and only Hiro Mashima, nor the brochure text featured in this fic.


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Italic: Notes and Flashback:
Bolded Italics: Pamphlet text in Flashback
Bold: First Person Thoughts in Flashback
Bolded Italics (Within Bracket) author’s side notes also known as (A/N:) within brackets)


In the eye of storm you’ll see a lonely dove.
The experience of survival is the key to the gravity of love.”

(Enigma: Gravity Of Love)



To Luce, my  angelic goddess of a soulmate,
Come to the guild’s library for your Happy Endings" massage when you get here I’ll be waiting.


Natsu
P.s. If you get any of those stupid jerkfaces tryin to make a move on you got the sexy get up I have no doubt you’re wearin’, remind me which me to keep an eye out on the streets for so I know who I owe a good thrashin’ if they even think of tryin’ again.


The words scrawled across the paper though barely legible, seemed to leap right off the page of Natsu’s hand written note, electric surge of thrill-infused energy pumping through her veins; in time with her heart beating a mile a minute from anticipation over the implications of his promise. Clad in nothing more than a lacey-silk-cotton bra and panties set underneath her turquoise-blue kimono fabric of her robe ,the summoner strode her way past the prying eyes of guild member’s stares without a single glance when she entered, thinking only of the morning’s past events.

Flashback


The morning at the guildhall had started off pleasantly enough when Lucy made arrangements to meet with Levy for a “girl’s pancake style breakfast”, delighted by the prospect of dilvulging news of a nifty little deal Lucy just happened to come across on her way over (that in actuality, proved to be quite a feat itself considering how she first had to pry herself free from the tempting , warm arm’s embrace of a somonolent, overtly-thoughly sweetly affectionate dragonslayer seemingly reluctant to loosen his hold on his most beloved princess even in the midst of his state of half-dreams showering her with lazy kisses along the creamy canvas of skin which was beyond nearly impossible to resist.) The details of the “nifty little deal” in question were pertaining to a phamplet Lucy collected from a zen-like sales rep handing out brochures as a promotion tactic to attract would-be clients to the opening of the new “Eastern Promises Luxury Beauty, Health, Wellness and Rejuvenation Spa” towards the east end outskirts of Magnolia.


Selling the young woman on the idea of “trying out discounted luxury spa services for first time vistors-the sales rep words, not hers,-though quite effective in their appealing to the privileged “little rich girl-heiress in her -the celestial wizard gladly accepted the brochure before rushing over to the guild to meet up with levy.Now Lucy was seated at the bar sipping her fresh mug of coffee about to show the script Mage the leaflet, when she was greeted by an arm encircling her waist, the other her neck, in time with the soft pressure of lips brushing against her cheek.

Mornin’ Luce,” Natsu rumbled, husky vibrations of her lover’s voice against skin sending tremendously pleasant shivers throughout. “So this is where you ran off to after you left huh?


“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Lucy acknowledged, light-hearted affection highlighting the lilt of her words. “And obviously, I needed to get up to get ready because I told you yesterday I was meeting Levy for breakfast. Remember?”


Yeah, course I do weirdo. But you could’ve stayed in bed a little bit longer with me. Honestly wish ya’ did, ‘cuz I missed those extra few minutes of being able to hold you close in my arms.”came his quip the of mock -hurt , though the endearing amount of sentiment filling his every word otherwise were pulling the corners of Lucy’s lips into a wan smile. “Why’d ya have to go and leave me so soon in the morning, anyway Lucy? I would’ve gladly given you all the sweet, tender lovin’ ya’ needed.”


And I have no doubt you would-which I really appreciate- but you know why I couldn’t. I would have been late otherwise and besides l didn’t want to fully wake you up, since you looked so zen laying there in the sheets. Though it was pretty - Ooh Natsu!” His lips were peppering kisses along the curve of Lucy’s cheek, drawing out a breathy giggle in tune with Natsu’s contented hum rumbling in his throat.


Getting your daily fix of showering affection on your girl, aren’t you, Natsu?” Levy teased with a light-hearted jab, lifting a brow in response to his , throaty chuckle reverbating through Lucy’s bones turning to mush.


“Hmm, what can I say? I can’t get ‘nuff of her when she’s just so damn irresistible, can I Luce?” 


I’ll say. I’m just that fabulously enchanting apparently,” was Lucy’s wry quip, words dripping with light-hearted sarcasm in response to her boyfriend’s schmaltzy declaration, which in all honestly actually tugged at her heartstrings just a little. “It’d certainly explain why I struggled to pry myself loose from the ironclad grip of a sleepy, overly insistent pyromaniac of a soul mate who refused to let go.”

Yeah, well, kinda hard to let go when you’re a lovesick dragonslayer like me who just wants to cozy up to his mate that he’s absolutely crazy about and kiss all over when he wakes up ,” drawled the fire breather, his words laced with a lazy purr, all the while burying his nose in the crook of her neck to nuzzle-which did nothing to help Lucy’s concentration-before resting his chin over her shoulder. “And ‘sides, I didn’t exactly hear ya complainin’ earlier when I was warmin’ you up to my kisses, but we can discuss it later. Anyway, what’re you an’ Levy up to now?” 


Lucy and I are just chilling. You know, sitting, drinking some coffee. Catching up. Pretty much just enjoying each other’s company really.” Levy replied in personable nonchalance, lifting the spa brochure off the counter as she spoke. “Though Lucy was just about to share the details of this spa pamphlet with me actually. It’s this new spa opening on the eastern border of magnolia, maybe you’ve heard of it?”


You mean that new ‘Eastern Promises’ place that just popped up? Yeah, I heard of it, been the talk of the town for nearly a week to the point where some of them local townies won’t shut up ‘bout it. Though it’s cool I guess. Why? The two of you planning on checkin’ it out or somethin’?”

“Maybe-  we’re  possibly interested in a specific kind of service they may have to offer, take  a look.” The dainty hands of the script mage flipped open the leaflet, revealing elegantly written text flowing across the page.

Why are morning massages so good for You? After a restful nights sleep your body and your muscles are warm, soft, and very pliable, before the stresses of the day set in. This is the perfect time for a Siam Thai or Oil Massage. Your aches and pains can be soothed away. With this in mind we make you this Special Morning Massage Offer: for a relaxing and rejuvenating Siam Thai or Siam Oil massage…”


The morning massage service promotion in their advertisement seemed to leap off the page at the stellar mage with the promise of the ultimate rejuvenation. Images of what could be, flashed before her eyes: herself spread out across a massage table where tensions in muscles long over-worked were melting away beneath kneading hands.


They’re offering this amazing package deal of discounted services in the first few visits for newcomers! I was actually thinking of heading over there myself later to book a morning massage,” Lucy chattered away, her entire face seeming to light up; only to elicit a small noise of disapproval from Natsu.


“ Hmmm… I  don’t know if I think that’s such a hot idea Lucy.”
“What? Why?” Genuinely puzzled by his reaction, the blonde bombshell’s brow furrowed; creasing the dent between her eyes, slanting over to glance at her lover’s lips pressing together. “Natsu? Why don’t you think it’s such a ‘hot idea,’ exactly?”


I …all right, it’s just …and hear me out here.” Natsu sighed after a pregnant pause, lips pursing, jealous and territorial vibes seeping into the breath of his voice.

The idea of some bastard, any other guy, touching you, my mate, the one whose heart I rightfully claimed for myself… It doesn’t exactly sit well with me.”


Why though?” Lucy pressed again, uncomphrending confusion over his explanation still evident. She would’ve understood his reaction if this was one of those tantric massages-with anyone other than him- the kind she so often read about in the pages of those saucy Love and Fashion- lifestyle magazines.


But there’s nothing even remotely sensual or sexual about the type they’re offering at the spa, like tantric Kama sutra kind - which I’d never be interested in with anyone other then Natsu since he’s my soul mate whom I’d never cheat on. So why all the possessive-someone-trying-to- make-a-move-on-what’s mine dragonslayer vibes I’m getting from him?


“There’s nothing sexual or intimate about what they’re offering in the package from the spa, so what’s the problem with me going?”


Natsu simply gave a shake of his head in response, lips set in firm line. “Doesn’t matter, still too intimate for my tastes.”

“How so? Elaborate please.” Levy chimed in as follow up, hazel eyes alight with curiosity.


Well okay, you  likely know by now there’s a process in which there are some things that are a definitely huge no-go zone for  what some random person can and , cannot do with the chosen person claimed by a dragonslayer, right?”

Yeah, I should. I’m Gajeel’s, aren’t I?”

“I figured you would. Anyway, a massage from another person of any sort - even the non-sexual kind, would be too intimate for a non-partner to do. In the eyes of a dragonslayer, who, like dragons, are very territorial, possessive, greedy creatures, we are fiercely protective of those we love. Especially our mates. So a dragonslayer’s mate getting a massage from some other person they weren’t bonded to would be pretty much be out of the question.


“We aren’t exactly thrilled bout the idea of a person we know touching our mates, it’s way worse if it’s some strange douche bag’s hands all over our women. Lucy’s no exception. ‘Cuz like I said before, she became mine and mine alone when I claimed her as my mate. She belongs to me as much as I do her.
And, not to mention, me having these instincts are heightened ‘cause I’m a dragonslayer demon hybrid. Demons also share the same instincts when it comes to their own mates! I refuse to share her for intimate stuff like that with anyone else who ain’t me.”

Huh-” Levy mused pensively, teeth kneading her lip. “Interesting… I’m guessing that would no doubt obviously include massages. Though even when it’s a paid for, completely non-sexual service, done by a professional in that type of business like a masseuse or masseur?”

“Yep even then, stranger or otherwise.”

Lucy could only watch her fellow guildmates exchange of information in passive silence, onset of dismay starting to creeping it way in , to which any hope-infused fantasies of the most ideal to unwind after hectic missions forming in her mind were beginning to fade.

“And seeing how that would be a major line that no sane person would not wanna cross if that were to happen , any one of them stupid enough to do it by lookin to give my girl a rubdown are just beggin’ to have their asses kicked.

Even more interesting…”

“Yeah, you should take it up with metal-face over there before you consider booking a massage for yourself. ‘Cuz he’d prolly tell ya the same thing.”

“I think I will…”

Wait , so Natsu what you’re basically telling us it that it’d be in everyone best interests for any of any mate Of a dragonslayer not to book a massage because their lovers wouldn’t approve of anyone else -maSseuse or otherwise like you said - giving them one?“ the celestial Mage’s voice broke in moment later when she clued in, unable to stop disappointment from bleeding into her words.“so are you’re saying I shouldn’t go then?”

“I honestly prefer you didn’t Luce.” Natsu went on to point out before clarifying, though he didn’t sound angry, “Didn’t book the massage, I mean.”

“So then this means no more plans of morning bliss at the hands of a highly trained professional in the art of massage ?”

“No sweetheart, I’m sorry,” Natsu verified with a seemingly infinite-amount of”-tender-hearted-patience-reserved-solely-for-you -being-the-love-of-my-life-and-all, pressing lips lightly against her temple in a chaste kiss ( though it did in spite of her disappointment, warm her heart at little his soft-hearted treatment.), “not unless you wanna see me clobber a guy for touching what isn’t his. You definitely can still feel free to go the spa for somethin else though, yeah?”

“Oh… I uh…okay…Dammit.” Lucy was fumbling in her efforts to work towards a solution; to which Dismay over finding none were pulling the corner of her lips into a frown, eliciting another chuckle from Natsu.

“Aw, c'mon weirdo! Don’t be like that. I’ll be happy to give you one if you want and besides,” - His lips were at Lucy’s ear now,whispering sinfully sweet nothings which when in tandem with his hot breath fanning across the shell were shooting tingly shives of delight down her spine .“ I thought you liked my massages.”

I-i do” Lucy muttered somewhat distractedly, breath hitching in response to her bewitching-wicked -dragon-sexgod-of-a-lover’s teeth grazing shell to say nothing of the raptourous waves of sheer ectascy already in the process of washing over her.

Levy meanwhile, decided at that very moment to slip away -though not without a infuriatingly cheeky “you-are-so/hopelessly-smitten to that boy’s charms”- kind of giggle escaping her throat; to which the blonde made an idle note for later to find a way to wipe the smirk on that damned girl’s face for her traitous, teasing- based mutiny.“ I still do believe me -love them In fact- but it’s not fair for you to go to all that trouble.”

“ Hmmm… but that’s where you’re wrong Lucy, I just love making my beautiful mate feel good , so it’s no trouble at all really.” Natsu countered or rather crooned in that silken purr of his, which really wasn’t exactly doing wonders for her spiking heart-rate already interrupted in the process of skipping several beats. (especially when he opted to drive home his point by dragging golden-platinum-blonde locks through his fingertips ).

They, uh…They have these amazing discount prices for new customers.”

“Really, is that all?” The hot jet of air he blew in her ear was distracting enough to render coherent speech nearly impossible; plus the knuckles in her grip on the surface of the bar were starting to turn white(as if goosebumps rippling across her wasn’t enough.)

“Did I-I mention the mani-pedi they’re throwing in free of a charge with the massage? It’s a limited time offer.”

Hmmm no , but I don’t see how that’s relevant.“Natsu challenged timbre coming out way too smoothly for Lucy’s own good , depositing a branding wet kiss on the patch of skin below her ear in succession with well timed nibbles in between sucks(;to which one sexually flustered Mage swore she could practically hear the rate of her heart shoot through the
roof)” I mean I can easily give you my own unique special brand of “happy endings” massage treatment therapists can dream of and for free no less, don’t ya think?“

You got me there.” Lucy soon realized right there and then that he had her -right where he wanted her, in which her resolve was finally starting to waver after caving into his desires, utterly incapable of resisting when she found herself on the verge of being reeled in by the lure of the pull behind the tempting implications of his words after all counterarguments she could possibly think of failed , ;albeit not without the cadence of her voice between syllables sounding a little too breathy for her own ears.

Your typical, day-day , run of the mill animal magnetism most other women seem to be into be dammed, Natsu’s got his own special kind that that only someone who’s got the hots for a by dragonslayer, demon or hybrid combination of the two could possibly even think of  beginning to understand…

“Mhmm, anything else?” Natsu fired back at her in between nips and sucks in which the pure bliss from his minstrations were starting to manifest itself in the form of molten desire pooling then soaking through the cotton fabric of her already- dampened panties. though if her boyfriend knew-oh was she kidding, he properly did like usual with that hyper -sensitive sense of smell of his- he likely opted not to say, lest he risk drawing unwanted attention.“

“No…” Lucy pressed her thighs together, doing everything in her power not to squirm.


Didn’t think so…”

Another wet kiss atop her new mark scattering all train of thought to which she could could practically hear the diabolical smirk behind the rise and fall of his voice.


Cat got your tounge, huh Lucy? Anyways look, tell ya what-“ Natsu began to offer, lilt of words laced with a husky purr after Lucy failed to respond (what with the way his fingertips were stroking along the curve of her collarbone and all).

-“give me some time to get it all together and I’ll be happy to give you a massage. I’ll even throw in those scented candles and music you like so much so it’ll be like you’re at the spa-make it all romantic and shit- the best one ya ever got from me or anyone for sure. How does that sound?

“Really nice actually.. okay sure, let’s do it,” Lucy breathed, swayed into accepting his deal from being unable to resist the temptation of of the fire-breather’s words, the sheer irresistible power of his magnetism alone, the raging inferno of her innermost desires.

God…I’m like putty in his strong, capable, hands …


A/N: On to Chapter 2!

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Storybrooke was different from Wonderland. The colours weren’t as vibrant, the flora was less creative and lush, and the animals didn’t really talk. You realised that fact when you tried talking to a Dalmatian waiting patiently on the pavement. All it did was tilt its head in confusion. A young man cleared his throat behind you and you looked into the chocolate brown of your step-brother Will. You’ve just recently joined Will in his adventures here in the human world. 

“Animals don’t talk here, love.”

“Are you sure?” You looked back at the dog who yelped, “Have you ever tried?”

“You’re the only one crazy enough, love.” You glared at him, your anger flaring up your hair into a fiery mane in the middle of the street. He raised his arms in defence, “I was only kidding.”

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Dehydration

Prompt: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” (Loki x Reader)

After sitting in the same, small, dingy room for almost an entire day without food, water or sleep, you were feeling understandably drained. You had been tasked with guarding Loki, no easy task, but for some reason your boss had deemed you trustworthy.

It seemed however that they hadn’t gone as far as thinking about relief for you. Or food and water. You’d been locked in the room with Loki, susceptible constantly to his penetrating gaze, smouldering look and what looked suspiciously like a seductive smile.

You’d been coping relatively well, blinking heavily and struggling to keep yourself upright. Suddenly it becomes too much. The lack of water especially was making your eyes sting and your mouth dry. You stand quickly, Loki copying you. You walk a few steps towards the door, intending to bang on it until someone came to help. However you only made it half way there before your vision goes black and you feel light.

Your eyes open again and you feel arms around you, holding you up. You blink a few times and try to work out what happened, Loki’s chest vibrating against your skin when he talks.

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

35. Paint War

members: Oh Sehun

content: Prompt; decorating your house can only lead to a paint war between you and your boyfriend which somehow also leads to calling him Daddy.

length: 2985 words

rating: smutty smut smut

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The room smelled faintly of paint, the fumes irritating your nose as you continued to move your paintbrush up and down on the wall. With the back of your hand you pushed a stray strand of hair from your face, anxious to get this job over and done with. The heat was bothering you and your muscles were beginning to ache from constantly shifting position. Some irritated part of you wanted to stop almost whishing you had never started, but this room desperately needed re-decorating. The bedroom in question was huge and there was no way you’d have been able to do it alone and so you had drafted in some help.

You chanced a quick glance over your shoulder, your eyes landing on the help that came in the form of a lanky boy band member; Oh Sehun. His lean yet noodle like frame was perfect for reaching the high ceiling, he simply stood comfortable on his feet whilst had you done the job you’d have needed a step ladder. Technically Sehun was a colleague, not in the we’re-both-idols-so-we-understand-each-other-way but I-edit-your-music-videos-and-you-were-curious-one-night way. Curiosity lead to friendship and then friendship developed into crush, which soon turned into relationship. You also cursed the day you embarked on a relationship with Oh Sehun, loving and despising his bratty ways.

You stood, your back cracking, and made your way across the room to collect some more paint. A smile drifted onto your lips as you noted the change in smell, Sehun’s soft aftershave mixing with the harsh chemicals of the paint. You couldn’t help but let your gaze wonder over him as you took in his appearance. He was shirtless, granted you were also in your underwear, with an old pair of blue skinny jeans slung onto his hips. His brows were burrowed in concentration as he ran the paint roller along the ceiling, coating the out of date magnolia in brilliant white. His dark hair lay messy on his head and there were flecks of white paint in the soft strands and also on his chest.

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nerdypengy  asked:

Can I please request a mafia/gang/Yakuza au for Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi, where the rival opposing family member is trying to seduce their cute civilian s/o? UGGHH I love it so much when the boys get all dangerous and protective (*≧∀≦*)! Thank you so much and I hope you have a nice day!

So… I said that I don’t write series, but I had to go and try out a dialogue-centered style this time and grammar takes up a lot of space. I’m going to post each character’s scenario in individual posts as I complete them and I’ll update each one with links.

Thank you for waiting this long, and I hope you enjoy!

Akaashi/Iwaizumi/Oikawa/Kuroo


He doesn’t like the way blondie’s hand snakes up to touch her shoulder. Oh! And there was the other one that’s hovering around her waist and Bokuto seriously almost breaks something. Which is really, really not good, because he was warned about this beforehand and he really doesn’t want to get in trouble again.

He sneaks another peek at his girlfriend.

“Yeah okay,” he growls, “this isn’t going to work out.”

“Bo,” a voice pops out from behind him and Bokuto’s rage takes a quick break to make way for surprise, “my man, it’s going to be alright. She’s a big girl.”

“But look at his hands, Kuroo! He’s like, all over her!”

“She can’t help it if she looks good in a dress.”

Bokuto trusts Kuroo with all his heart, but seriously, this is so not the time. He gives his best friend small side eye and Kuroo immediately puts his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, hey, she’s all yours. Well, that is if blondie doesn’t get to her first.”

Kuroo points at the scene that’s starting to look more and more like something from a romcom- and Bokuto’s not on the winning side. If his hair was responsive to how much stress he was feeling at any given moment, his peaks would probably be lightning rods by now.

“I’m not allowed to make a scene, right?”

“Bingo.”

Bokuto thinks. “So it’s okay if I beat him up really quietly?”

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Coach Me

hi so im feeling like im at death door’s with my flu so the pt2 of taste me is taking longer than expected BUT because there hasnt been any hoseok on this blog yet why dont we take this opportunity to appreciate a god by the name of Jung Hoseok

enjoy!

warning: gets a lil hot and steamy in the dance practice room soo


“Don’t stay for too long, Y/N,” Jimin called out as he zipped up his black Adidas jacket. “It’s already 11:00pm.”

You nodded gratefully and reached back to tighten your high ponytail, which had loosened due to the intensity of the extra dance practice. “Thanks Jimin. I would’ve asked Hoseok, but he’s busy as always,” you replied, frowning slightly at the reminder of J-Hope’s tight schedule.

“It was my pleasure. Besides, you look really good doing our choreography! Keep those body waves coming and I bet hyung won’t be able to stay away from you,” the cheeky redhead teased as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder. “Good night Y/N!”

You chuckled, waving a good bye, and turned back to the mirror. Alright, so how did Jimin teach me again? Ah, right, use the mirror technique! You recalled as you rolled your shoulders back to loosen up. You walked right up to the mirror and took a deep breath.

“Try touching every part of your body on the mirror, from top to bottom, noona. That will help with the smoothness of your roll and also improve your flexibility,” Jimin’s voice echoed in your memory.

You relaxed your body, and studiously practiced the body wave you’ve been working on for the past forty minutes. Head, neck, chest, stomach, hips, and knees, you chanted internally as you hit every checkpoint.

After getting the hang on the roll on the mirror, you decided to move on to the next level and stepped away from the shiny surface. You walked over to your iPod and pressed shuffle and play on your “dance like no one’s watching” playlist. Immediately, “Coach Me” by San E and Hyolyn flowed through the room, the beat of the song pulsing through the studio’s surround sound system. Closing your eyes, you found the soft, sultry beat of the song and began to freestyle, swaying your hips seductively and performing your sensual body waves for your imagined audience. You slowly melded with the rhythm of the suggestive song. You were so concentrated; you failed to acknowledge the quiet footsteps padding down the hall, and the creaking open of the glass studio door.


               Hoseok was hoping to surprise you by coming to pick you up from the studio, but instead received the shock himself as he halted at the door, eyes glued to the sweat glistening on the back of your neck and disappearing into your tight crimson tank top. He unconsciously licked his lip as his eyes trailed down to the sensually swaying hips that hinted at a fun time. He brought his eyes back up to your face, and noticed that you still had your eyes closed as you took in the risqué song’s melody. Smirking, he quietly made his way over to your tantalizing swinging hips and slid his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

Your eyes popped open and you attempted to turn around, only to find yourself locked in Hoseok’s embrace. You immediately relaxed as you felt Hoseok’s breath on your neck, making you shiver in delight.

“Well, wasn’t this a nice surprise,” a rough voice whispered in your ear, making you gasp lightly.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” was your breathless reply.

The dancer gave a low chuckle, as you felt the vibrations of his chest against your back. “Don’t I always?” He released you from his warm embrace and gave your Spandex shorts clad bottom a swift smack, making you yelp in surprise. “Now, show me what Jimin taught you.”

Looking down, you inhaled and exhaling slowly, gathering your confidence. Lifting your head, you gazed seductively at Hoseok as you began to sway your hips again. Spinning around, you performed the suggestive body wave once again, but this time, for an audience. You bit your lip sensuously and continued to lock your gaze on him, tempting him with the sultry roll of your body, accentuating the sexual tension in the room with the help of the risqué song.

Coach me teach me love me I be a good girl~

You sang the lyrics softly as you softly trailed your fingertips along the side of your leg, cheering internally as you noticed Hoseok clench his fist. You were about to turn back around when a blur came out of nowhere and scooped you up as you let out a squeak of surprise. You clung onto Hoseok’s neck as he smirked victoriously. “I got you now, sweetheart.” You bit back a moan as he pressed a kiss to your jawline. He started to head towards the exit.

“Wait, where are we going?!” you cried out, confused.

Hoseok stopped in his tracks and looked down at you, silencing you with a smouldering gaze that was almost predatory. “I’m not just good on the dance floor, you know.”

Your own eyes widened, feeling a sensation of excitement as you thought of all the possibilities to come. “Oh?”

“Jimin taught you pretty well, but now, it’s my turn to coach you.”


DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO TO ME JUNG HOSEOK

- a sick tiger whos feeling anything but sexy rn its 30 degrees and i wanna melt and ajdskfjdas;l

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Originally posted by minpuffs

Originally posted by minseokhoseok

whats the limit on gifs ?whatever idgaf hope is gorgeous 

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“Will you just let me help you already?!” You huffed, standing in the doorway as you watched Clint dab at the cut on his arm. He went to tell you that he was but you quickly stopped him by raising your hand and giving him a stern look. “You have a dislocated shoulder and a cut on your arm that’s going to need about a hundred stitches, you’re not bloody fine.”

He huffed, becoming as agitated as you were, “I will be fine, I can sort this out myself.” Just as he said that he went to push hi shoulders and winced.

You moved away from the doorway that you’d been stood by and stopped n front of him. When his eyes connected with yours you stripped off the black vest you’d been wearing. “What are you doing?” He gulped, clearly finding your half naked figure to be quite distracting. You remained silent as you moved to straddle him, sending him a smouldering gaze. You lifted up the vest in your hand and without warning you put scrunched up the vest and tied it around his mouth to act as a gag. Then you gently kissed his cheek, moving down to his neck and beginning to suck and nibble on the crook of his neck, whilst you distracted him with your lips you moved your hands up to his shoulder. Swiftly you pushed your hand against his shoulder, a loud popping sound being made. He began to yell into the fabric.

Once he was done yelling you pulled off the fabric, “better?” You asked with a  small smirk on his your lips. 

“I hate you,” he began to chant, feeling almost betrayed by the fact you used your nicest assets against him. .You moved t get the anti-bacterial spray so you could clean the wounds, warning Clint that it was going to hurt. “Oh great more pain,” he sarcastically cheered, “you better keep the shirt off then.”