Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on?
Will she be ready to face the real her?
A/N: I cannot believe so many people liked Little witch. You guys made me so happy. After posting the story I went to bed and was really surprised in the morning when i saw that there were already 270 notes, 10 messages and 70 new followers. I’m amazed. You are awesome! ♥ I did my best to write this part and i know it may be a little boring but i promise the next ones (of course, if you want me to post them) to be more interesting. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to write from someone’s P.O.V. Enjoy ♥ (and sorry for the mistakes)
All the avengers except Wanda and Bruce were
now standing in front of the small medical center Tony had created a few months
ago for situations like this. Through the transparent Plexiglas which was used
as a wall, the heroes were looking at their new visitor. Wanda was inside with Dr.
Banner, who was trying to find out and heal the wounds on the girl’s body.
“So what’s her name?”, Tony suddenly asked.
The whole group looked at Steve and Clint
waiting for an answer. Since they came back, the girl was directly transported to
the medical room, while the others were standing in the dark about what was
“She didn’t say it.”, Steve answered simply
without moving his eyes from the girl inside.
“What exactly happened?”, Tony was eager to get
at least some information.
“Yeah, the son of Col didn’t say anything about
bringing a girl here.”
There was silent for a minute and when Clint
saw Steve wouldn’t tell anything due to being sunk deep in his thoughts again,
he recounted the story.
After the girl had recognized the American hero
– Captain America, she gave them a chance to speak why they were here and what
were they exactly doing. Wanda was the one who had talked most maybe because
she knew how the girl was feeling at that moment.
“We are not Hydra’s agents. I know you are
scared, probably frightened to death, but we just want to help you. ”, Wanda
had spoken softly.
“How did you find me?”
“We have some sources that let us know when
someone is in danger. There’s nothing you can be suspicious of. Come with us,
we will give you food, clothes…answers.”, Steve had succeeded in attracting her
“I-”, the girl had been glancing at the faces
of each hero standing in front of her seeing the pure sincerity in their eyes.
She hardly had come with a decision.
“If you don’t like us or feel threatened you
can go, but give us a chance. We won’t let you down, I promise.”, with those
words spoken from the brown-haired witch, who the girl began liking since the beginning,
the little witch had accepted their offer still slightly suspicious.
“Through the whole flight Wanda was the only
one who talked with her. I think she is the one who the girl trusts.”, Clint
noted as he finished the story.
“Can we trust her?”, Nat questioned, “I mean,
she is powerful, that can be seen, but what if it’s a Hydra’s way to get in
here and collect important information about us, S.H.I.E.L.D?”
“I do not think so.”, Peter finally interfered
with the conversation. He, as Steve, hadn’t stopped looking at the girl they
found alone in the deep woods hours ago, “If you had seen her face when we came…”,
her (y/e/c), full with tears and at the same time with rage appeared in front
of him, “I have no clue what they did to her but it’s definitely not good.”
“I have the same opinion. We know what Hydra
can do to their experiments. I saw what they have done to Bucky. It won’t
surprise me if she had gone through the same.”
“Mr. Stark, I found the girl.”, Jarvis’ voice sounded
through the corridor they were all standing in.
“You made him check her?!”
“Of course, Clint. I want to know who is coming
in the base.”, Tony declared and then spoken to Jarvis, “What did you find out?”
“It was hard given the fact that her face hasn’t
been seen by any camera in the world since ten years ago. However, I managed to
do my job. Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At the age of seven she was kidnapped
from her parents as they were on a vacation in Russia. Strangely, it seems the
parents weren’t that eager to find her. They ended the seeking after a year. ”
At the same time in the medical room, Bruce and
Wanda were trying to understand more about (Y/N)’s conditional and powers.
“So you are a witch, too?”, (Y/n) asked as her
eyes widened from happiness.
“Yes, (Y/n), I am, just like you.”
“How did you become? You were born with it or?”
“Sadly, my powers aren’t natural. I got them
the same as you – Hydra gave them to me. ”, Wanda was sitting opposite the
girl, while Bruce was doing his job, “Some years ago, me and my brother,
Pietro, were taken my Hydra so they could do tests on us.”
“And what were they doing to you?”
“They used something like a scepter and did
different things to examine our powers. That’s all I remember.”, Wanda gave a
smile to this little girl who had probably went through the same as her.
“So your stay there was like a holiday in
comparison with mine.”, the girl stated with a bitterness in her voice.
“Was it that bad?”, Bruce spoke for the first
time since he came there to observe the girl, “We have seen what Hydra have
done to some people, but-”
“But you can never imagine or feel what they did
to me so don’t act as though you had a clue how they tortured me.”
“I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, Bruce began apologizing
but the girl stopped him.
“I see you’re trying to make me feel
comfortable and so on but there’s no need to exaggerate.”, the girl’s stomach
groaned and she hurried to put her hands over it to silence the sound.
“How can I be so stupid?! We are here from
hours and you haven’t eaten anything in days and we still haven’t given you
water or something to eat. I’m coming in minutes.”, Wanda was almost out of the
room when she turned around, “Do you want anything specific or whatever I bring?”
“Whatever you bring.”, the girl answered but
Wanda had already used her powers to see what the girl longed for to eat.
Bruce and (Y/n) stayed in silence until the
doctor decided to ruin it by asking a simple question.
“Do you know what powers you have?”
“No and I don’t even know how to control them.”
“We can befriend you to learn how to cope with
them. ”, the girl was about to say something but Bruce hurried to finish, “I do
know how hard it can be, if you’re wondering. I have some ‘angry issues’ as
Stark tends to say. When I am angry I turn into a big green monster-”
“Hulk.”, (Y/n) stated calmly as she remembered
a part of a conversation, she heard years ago.
“Yes, Hulk. If I do not control it, I would
kill the people I love without having a clue or regretting about it.”
Seeing how hard it was for that man to cope
with his behavior and the terrified expression that appeared on his face just
because of the thought of murdering his friends was enough to show her that
each one of the superheroes here had gone through so dreadful situations. It
showed her that she wasn’t alone anymore and that she can trust them. They will
help her to recover, to control and maybe give her the family she lost ten
“Will you teach me?”, a smile spread on Bruce’s
face as he murmured a positive answer.
The door opened and Wanda entered holding a
tray with food.
“I hope you don’t mind inviting the others.”,
seven people followed the witch in the room.
“Hello.”, the girl gave them a small smile and
“I am Natasha but you can call me Nat.”, a
read-head woman spoke, “Here are some clean clothes you can put on after you -”,
but before Natasha had finished her sentence the girl had attacked the food.
There was a huge burger with French fries and curry
sauce. She took a big bite and barely managed to chew it before taking another
“Sorry, ju’t úngry .”
While (Y/n) was eating the heroes introduced
themselves to her. She knew some of them given the fact they had ruined some of
Hydra’s experiments and bases but not their personal names. She liked them all,
maybe Tony was too cocky but she did like ‘em all.
“You’d probably want to rest and recover but I
have to ask you some questions. Do you mind?”, Stark didn’t want to scare the
girl but he did needed answers.
“Let her at least take a shower before
overwhelming her with your queries.”, when Peter stated his opinion the girl
looked at him with a thankful smile. He blushed a little but tried not to break
an eye contact. Even in those ripped and dirty clothes, and the messy (y/h/c)
he could see the beauty in her. Something in her eyes was pulling him closer.
He wanted to understand what had happened to her, what had broken her in such a
way and revenge.
“Peter, show her the bathroom. We will wait you
in the living room.”, and with that the avengers exited the room leaving the
two teenagers inside.
“So, Peter…”, the way (Y/n) pronounced his
name, as thought tasting it, feeling how it would sound, created a strange
feeling in Peter’s stomach, “Where can I clean myself?”, a smirked appeared on
the girl’s face as she saw the blushing boy opposite her.
important disclaimer: this part of the dating series is just like the others, based on my opinion and my imagination of “realistic” only. I don’t know jung hoseok personally, so you’ll maybe see points written that you don’t agree with. If you’re not open to stuff like this, I would recommend you to not even start reading.
note: hoseok is literally everything I want in my life, so expect this to be shitty long with a lot of emotions put in.
Cassandra: Initially, she got frustrated upon first meeting the Herald when they kept asking her to repeat herself. When she figures out they’re partially deaf, then she feels a little bad for being impatient with them, doubly so when she discovers they’re innocent of the Conclave’s explosion and the Divine’s death. She tries her best to accommodate them, be it writing down orders or things or speaking louder or repeating herself if need be, and learns later on how to use sign language.
Blackwall: He finds out second-hand, and he’s not really sure how to handle it, so he just copies what Cassandra does. He asks about their hearing, if it doesn’t bother them, and tries his best to learn sign language. He’s a little sloppy at first, but he’s trying.
Iron Bull: Figures it out almost immediately by observing them. He quickly adapts to their needs, and is remarkably responsive and understanding. (Assuming Thedas has some form of sign language) he surprises them by knowing sign language, and it becomes their primary means of communication. He also offers to teach some of the others who want to learn, and eventually most of the other companions can use sign language enough to communicate with the Herald outside of speaking very loudly and writing.
Sera: She’s befuddled when they ask her a few times to repeat herself when they first meet. Her eyes widen when Cassandra explains their hearing difficulties. “Ooooh. You’re deaf, or close to being deaf? Shite, why didn’t you just say so?” She takes to having a notebook to doodle and write in to convey to the Herald what she’s thinking, though often dirty doodles and snark line the pages. She has no problem working with the Herald’s disability.
Varric: While he’s learning to use sign language, he happily communicates with the Herald by writing, a lot, and doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he loves it, and considers it good practice for writing. He picks up sign language quickly and notes that now he can tell a story in person without actually making a single sound. “Now I can accommodate all audiences.” he says cheerfully.
Cole: He knows just how to communicate with them, and surprising the others, he seems to know how to use sign language instantly. He doesn’t use spoken words at all with the Herald, instead opting for signing. “Sometimes ears don’t work, but hands do.” he just says when asked about it. “Hands can do all the talking they need; hands are just as talkative as a mouth is.”
Dorian: He’s a bit surprised, but he does his best to accommodate him. He insists on learning sign language as quickly as possible, and learn quickly he does. “It’s too bad you’re hard of hearing,” he signs to them one day, “because you would LOVE my lustrous voice! I suppose my beautiful hands and looks alone will have to do.” To which the Herald rolls theirs eyes but smiles all the while.
Solas: Starts signing to them immediately; he hardly reacts at all otherwise. It’s no different to him than speaking any other language than Elven. He never explains how or where he learned sign language, and begins teaching the others how to use it. In the Fade, he introduces them to spirits who happily sign to them, if they do not regain any hearing in the Fade. “Spirits will adapt and learn to speak as we speak,” he signs, “and they will accommodate you easily.”
Vivienne: When she sees the Herald for the first time, they’re being harassed by that Marquis, who starts yelling at them for asking him to repeat himself. She scowls as the Marquis begins to mock them for their poor hearing, and she steps in to put him in his place. He’s shamed and humiliated even further as she berates him for being so rude to someone who’s simply hard of hearing. She doesn’t mind using writing to communicate instead, and also opts to learn sign language like many of the others. Soon, she and the Herald sit and look over Skyhold, chatting away about sundry topics with hands alone and some tea.
Josephine: She finds out from Leliana. This is no problem for Josephine, because she learned sign language to better communicate with the various guests that would come to the Antivan embassy. She has runners that know sign language work with the Herald, and makes sure they’re comfortable and clearly able to understand them and work with them.
Leliana: She responds by asking Josephine to teach her sign language ASAP. In the meanwhile, she just writes down what she wants them to know, and doesn’t seem affected by it at all. She does ask Dagna later on if there could be any sort of hearing aid she could give the Inquisitor, but nevertheless is very understanding about it.
Cullen: Similarly, he wants to learn sign language from Josephine or Solas or even Bull. He tries to be polite about it and accommodate them as best he can, but as it turns out, he likes writing down his thoughts and important points down more than speaking anyways.
BACKGROUND: You were the make up artist assigned to design and apply the scars on Taehyung’s back for their MAMA performance. Then things get a little heated.
AUTHORS NOTE: This picture just nearly killed me along with that damn performance. So I said I’d write a fic about it and now here it is! I know it’s nothing much but it got my feelings out for Tae quite a bit. I’ll do better next time ;) enjoy!
Not my greatest work, but oh well :)
You force yourself to calm down, to hide the shaking of your fingers, to slow down the beat of your heart, and to bite back your unnecessary panting. Your fingers lightly press against the skin on his lower back and you immediately hear the hiss that escapes his mouth.
“Your fingers are cold.” He immediately comments. You nod your head as you dab the last few finishing touches, praying to the heavens that your ears weren’t as red as they felt.
"Woah, it looks so real.“ You hear Jungkook mutter behind you and you bite back a smile as you continue to work, motivated by the compliment.
“Don’t excite me!” Taehyung whines as he angles his head to look at you.
“Are you almost done?"
"Yup.” You nod, doing your best to avoid his gaze. Taehyung was in colored lens again today and somehow that always seemed to stir something in you when he looked at you so intensely.
Once you were pleased with your work, you drop your hands against your lap and study your design quietly. The scars had looked better than you had expected them to. The intricate curves had made them look like they were really a place where beautiful wings once laid on. You don’t know what had came over you or why you even did it, but you lifted your hand and traced a single line against Taehyung’s spine, fascinated by the sculptured form of his back.
A shiver immediately runs down the boy’s body and he snaps his head back to look at you, eyes wide. Once you realized what you had done, your own eyes widen in return as you clutch your hand against your chest.
“I’m sorry, I was just-” You bite your lower lip, feeling your cheeks flame in embarrassment “I was just checking if it was dry."
You mentally slap yourself, knowing your lie was the most idiotic thing you could have said. The make up was on his shoulder blades yet you had your hands running down his spine.
"Is it? Dry, I mean?” Taehyung asks, his voice deeper than usual. You swallow the lump stuck in your throat and nod, desperately searching for someone to save you from your own embarrassment.
As if hearing your plea, Taehyung’s stylist immediately steps towards him, handing him his dress shirt and coat for the performance.
“You should get ready.” You mumble, standing up and grabbing your equipment.
"But Y/N, How am I gonna get this off later?“ Taehyung asks as he puts on his dress shirt, eyes trained on you. It takes all your will power to keep your eyes on his face, doing your best not to glance at his abdomen as you spoke.
"I’ll be here later, I’ll help you get the make up off.” You answer and Taehyung’s answering smile was so blinding that you had to clench your fists together to calm yourself down.
“That’s great. Thanks.” He nods and before you could humiliate yourself even more, you spin around and head for the doors, your heart slamming against your chest while your head swam with another wave of embarrassing imaginations all because of a certain
You let out a smile as you watch the last of the stylists make their ways out of the room, a fresh wave of tears streaming down their faces.
“Y/N, we’re going to place everything in the car, I think Taehyung’s the only one who hasn’t gotten dressed yet.” One stylist had told you.
“Yeah, Jimin said Taehyung & Jin are still out greeting other people.” You nod, praying to the heaven’s that they’d change their decision and say that they’d wait with you.
"Well, we’ll go ahead. We cant have ourselves looking this horrible for the after party. Will you be okay handling him on your own?“
"Sure, you guys go ahead.” You nod, hands running through your hair as you bite back the urge to beg them to stay. Fuck your kind heart.
Once they had shut the doors, you let out a sigh of frustration before scanning around the room. The only things left were your own equipment plus Taehyung and Jin’s things. The two boys were apparently still out talking to the other idols they had shared the stage with.
You glance at yourself through the mirror, letting out a chuckle at the sight of your swollen eyes. When they had announced BTS as the winner, the whole waiting room had practically burst out in tears as you all watched the boys cry on stage. You remember biting back a huge smile as tears streamed down your cheeks at just how proud you were seeing them accepting the award they had long deserved.
The sudden bang of the door has you jumping in shock as you snap your head back, finding Jin smiling apologetically at you.
“Did we make you wait?” He mumbles, scurrying to grab his clothes from the couch. You shake your head and smile back at him.
“No, it’s fine. I was just cleaning up."
You watch as Taehyung enters with their manager, a wide smile on his face as he rubs his hands together.
"I kind off got carried away talking to them.”
“Of course you did.” Their manager smiles before turning to look at you “Y/N, could you stay here and help out Taehyung first? I need to help Jin find his phone. He lost it again. "
You look back at Jin who was already shrugging on his sweater and throwing his backpack over his back.
"I swear I had it with me earlier.” Jin frowns, waving at you before he’s jogging out of the doors. You watch in silent desperation as their manager shuffles after the oldest member, shutting the door and leaving you to your own doom.
You grit your teeth and shut your eyes before a clearing of throat has you jumping in shock. You turn to look at Taehyung who stood awkwardly by the mirrors, his eyes dancing around the room.
“So, how do I get this scar off of me?” He asks and you do your best to steady your voice as you reach for your pouch.
“I’ll do it, turn around.” You thank the heaven’s for the fact that your voice had not cracked as you pull out wet wipes and make up removers.
Taehyung turns around obediently and you curse yourself mentally when you hear him dropping his coat and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You force yourself to push back the unwanted thoughts that lingered at the back of your mind, knowing that you had to be professional to get your job done. All this fantasizing about Kim Taehyung was going to get you nowhere and could have even cost you your job.
“Did you cry?” His sudden question causes you to glance up at the mirror, eyes locking with his through the reflection.
“A bit.” You smile “You guys made a lot of us cry”
“I cried a bit too.” He smiles in return, hands rubbing his arms awkwardly.
“I forgot to congratulate you though.” You mumble, head bobbing to the side “Congratulations BTS!”
Taehyung purses his lips as he bites back a smile and nods “Thank you.”
When his hands run down his abdomen, you decide it was time for you to look away unless you wanted another wave of dirty thoughts to cross your mind again. You gingerly place your hands against his lower back, not noticing the sudden clench of Taehyung’s jaws as his skin tightened under your hold.
You start chanting “I love my job” over and over again in your head, doing your best to avoid having your mind wander as you worked.
Once you were just about to finish, a small red dot against Taehyung’s skin has you frowning as you do your best to wipe it away. You frown at the fact that no matter how much you wiped it, the dot had stayed glued against his skin. You bite your lower lip in concentration before you use your nails to gently rake against his back, hoping it would wipe away the nuisance against his skin.
"Stop!“ Taehyung’s command has your hands stopping in mid air as you lift your head up to look at him through the mirror. The air leaves your lungs once your eyes lock with the boy in front of you. His gaze was dark, a slight shine of sweat running down his chest as his veins strained against his skin while his fingers clutched his legs painfully.
"Did-Did it hurt? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”
“Stop biting your lips and looking at my back like that, its driving me mental.” The crack in Taehyung’s voice has a sudden wave of heat traveling down through you. You spare yourself a glance at the mirror and almost choke back a gasp when you see how hooded your eyes had become, your cheeks were red in embarrassment while your lips had become swollen and pink after being bitten on for too long.
"I- oh god. I’m sorry.“ You mumble nervously and before you could say anything else, Taehyung spins on his heels, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up and towards him.
You let out a yelp as your face comes inches away from his, your heart slamming against your chest so strong and loud you were sure he could hear it.
"And stop saying you’re sorry when I’m more than flattered to have you gawking at me like I’m fucking meal.” He smirks, head bobbing to the side. The breath that leaves your lips has your knees shaking, ready to give up on you. Taehyung immediately steadys you by placing his hands against your hips, as his eyes twinkle with mischief.
"I’m gonna need you to say something, Y/N. Cause if I’m wrong then I just sounded like one hell of a cocky bastard just now.“
You were dreaming.
Of course you were, there was no way in hell Kim Taehyung was flirting with you. That just was’t humanly possible. To prove your point, you pinch your arm and suddenly let out a sound of pain at the sting. You stare at your arm wide eyed then turn to Taehyung as he takes the hurt arm from you.
"What did you do that for?” He frowns, thumb rubbing gently against the reddening area.
“Checking to see if this was a dream.” You mumble thoughtlessly. Taehyung lets out a low chuckle before leaning his head closer to you, his nose crinkling as he shook his head.
“I’ll be damned if this was a dream. It’s taken me so long to actually have the balls to finally corner you like this.” He mutters, his breath dancing against your skin due to the close proximity. Your eyes unconsciously wander to his lips, watching as his tongue glides teasingly over the plump portion of his lip before it retreats back into his mouth. Your lips part in need and when you lift your eyes to lock with Taehyung’s, his lips are suddenly on yours.
So this is what heaven tastes like.
His grip against your waists tightens as he pulls you closer against him, his other hand placing itself on the back of your neck, as if restricting your from pulling back. You place your hands on his bare arms, lips moving perfectly in sync with his, as if he was a breath of fresh air to your lungs.
Taehyung pulls back, gently tugging on your lower lip with his teeth as he places his forehead against yours.
“Shit, I should have done that a long time ago.” The breathlessness of his voice has you leaning against him, arm wrapping around his neck for support as you felt your knees shaking.
“You didn’t even know I existed back then.” You mutter, remembering the lack of conversation between the two of you ever since you had start working for BTS.
Taehyung shakes his head, a smile forming against his lips as his fingers drum dangerously close to the hem of your shirt.
“You came in that day in a red turtleneck dress paired with black boots, Y/N. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. Yet every time I tried talking to you, you looked so damn scared to talk to me I thought you had hated me or something."
"I didn’t” You shake your head, eyes widening at Taehyung’s words. Hated him? Far from it. You had adored Taehyung since you had laid eyes on him. The moment you had saw him smiling and laughing with Jimin, you knew you were hooked. But you knew you were nothing more than a make up artist to him and having any sort of feelings for him could have also risked your job.
“I know.” He smiled, pushing back a strand of your hair as his thumb swiped back and forth against your chin “I discovered that when-"
"When?” You gulp, watching him lean forward as he places a soft kiss against your chin.
“You were asleep in one of the changing rooms last month” Another kiss lands against your throat and you angle your head back, heart hammering against your rib cage.
“I’d forgotten my phone and just as I was about to reach for it, you had moaned something so delicious to hear."
Your mouth falls open when Taehyung bites your skin only to swipe his tongue against it apologetically.
"And do you know how many nights I had to go off on my own, reliving you moaning my name the way you had that night?” His hands squeeze your ass and you let out a responding moan as you back arches against him.
“That’s my girl.” Taehyung smiles against your skin “Will I be hearing more of that tonight or should I stop?"
Always the gentleman, Kim Taehyung.
You run your hands through his hair, your eyebrow quirking upwards before your tugging on his hair, causing Taehyung’s mouth to open in shock as a low groan escapes his mouth. If you were going to hell, then you might as well have abused it.
”Wanna hear me scream it this time?“ You had no idea where this surge of confidence had come from and you had no time to let the embarrassment of it consume you because right after two beats, Taehyung’s mouth is on yours yet again. Then after another blink of an eye, he suddenly he has your legs wrapped around him as he walks towards the long couch situated in the middle of the room.
Your lips danced against each other in a sloppy desperate kiss, wanting to devour each other as your hands roamed each others body. Taehyung takes a seat against the couch and you immediately straddle him, your hips having a mind of their own as they start rocking against him for friction. Taehyung lets out a moan so low and so delicious that you bite down on his lower lip before swiping your tongue against it. The responding groan this time has you smiling against his lips in triumph. Oh how you were going to milk out every sound out of him tonight.
"Don’t test me, babe. You have no idea what I plan to do to you just to hear every sound that can come out from the pretty little mouth of yours.” Taehyung mumbles as he’s lifting your shirt just above your chest before pulling down your bra to release your breasts to him.
“But they’ll be waiting for us so-” A light pinch against one of your nipples has you mewling as your body jerks in response “-that’ll have to be another time.”
He doesnt even give you the chance to respond as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his hands pinching the other bud as a loud moan escapes you and you’re arching against him.
“Tae, please.” The sound of his name against your lips sends a flash of white against Taehyung’s eyes and he’s swiping his tongue over you before sucking again with full force. A list of profanities leave your mouth as the busy boy drops his hands before unbuckling your jeans.
“Of all the days you chose to wear jeans, why today sweetheart."
"I didn’t expect anybody to be fucking me today” You answer and Taehyung is growling as he pushes your jeans down along with your underwear before placing you back onto his lap, your heat landing perfectly against his clothed crotch.
“I’m the only who’ll be fucking you ever.” He growls hands suddenly in your hair and tugging you closer to him “You understand?"
Your lips quirk up in a smirk as your nails run lightly over his chest as you grind your hips against him, pleased to see the look of pleasure that crosses his face.
"That depends on how you perform, Tae Tae."
“Is that a challenge, babe? You know how much I love those.”
You had not noticed where Taehyung’s hands had traveled until you felt the light squeeze against the inside of your thigh.
"I always wondered what you’d taste like against my mouth, i’ll just have to find out another time too.” He mumbles, fingers suddenly so close to your core that you bite on your lower lip in anticipation.
Taehyung slides his fingers against your clit and you throw your head back, gripping his shoulders tighter, urging him to go on. The young boy smiles up at your state, fingers now sliding against your folds. Before you could even react to the slight sensation, he slips a finger inside of you, curling it before he’s pulling out only to slam back inside.
“Fuck!” You scream, hips moving on their own accord, riding his finger as it pumped in and out of you.
“You’re already so wet, babe. You’re taking my finger in so well.” Taehyung breaths, placing a chaste kiss against your open mouth, your moans filling the room. He adds another finger and you end up squeezing your eyes shut as you lean against him, your chest pressing against his. A familiar heat was pooling in your stomach as you ran your hands through Taehyung’s hair.
”Tae, stop. I’m close.“ You mutter, the movement of your hips contrary to your words.
“Now why on earth would I do that?” Taehyung places another chaste kiss against your shoulder before his hands pump in and out of you faster. You moan out his name mixed with a string of profanities as you felt the pleasure taking over you. A sudden smack against your backside has you choking out a moan as you shake your head back and forth, the pleasure becoming too intense to handle. Taehyung’s thumb starts rubbing circles against your bud and that’s when you had lost it. You scream out his name, your orgasm raking through you as Taehyung continued pumping his fingers in you, helping you ride out your orgasm till you were shivering from the over sensitivity.
“Fuck, Tae.” You breath as he pulls his fingers out of you. He lifts the two digits close to his face, his eyes suddenly twinkling at the sight of your juices coated around him. You watch in silent awe as he brings the two digits into his mouth, tongue dancing around the taste of you. You bite back another moan, the sight already enough to send you back over the edge.
“I knew you tasted good.” He growls before his lips are on yours again, giving you a taste of yourself. You smile against him as you rake your fingers down his chest then towards his abdomen, appreciating every curve of muscle he had. Once you had felt his belt, you unbuckle the leather material immediately then pop open the button of his slacks, his hard on finally able to breath as you slowly drag the zipper over him.
Taehyung moans against your mouth and you bite down on his lower lip as you palm him through his boxers. The beautiful boy throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as he does his best to control himself. You study the outline of veins running along his neck, fascinated by the way they strained against his skin. You dip your head down, fingers slipping past the band of his boxers and wrapping around his length as you swipe your tongue against the outline of the vein on his neck. Taehyung lets out a loud moan, his hips bucking against your hand as he runs a hand through his own hair.
“Jesus, Y/N. How the fuck are you doing this?” He groans and you smile against his skin, pumping up and down on his length faster then suddenly flicking your thumb over the head causing Taehyung to buck harder into your hand, another string of curses dancing out of his mouth. His eyes had become so dark and hooded, devouring you with his gaze alone. You tease him by swiping your tongue against your lips causing a low growl to vibrate against the back of his throat. You were about to pump him faster but before you could even blink, Taehyung had grabbed your hands, twisting you till he was suddenly standing behind you and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. You angle your head back to look at him, eyes widening when you see him pumping himself as he licked his lips at the sight of your behind spread out for him. He spares you one glance before a smirk graces his lips.
“You’re dripping for me, babe.” He hums, his free hand palming your behind, the tip of his fingers running against your folds. You let out another moan, head getting lost at the amount of pleasure running through you. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought this would be happening with Taehyung.
“Do I have to wear a condom? I really wanna feel you around me, Y/N. I bet you’d feel fucking fantastic.” Taehyung grits his teeth, his own self control cracking at the sight of you.
“I’m on the pill.” You immediately quip “Hurry the fuck up."
Your eagerness made Taehyung want to tease you more. Yet he knew that as much fun at that had sound, the boy just couldn’t last a second any longer. He grabs your hips, positioning himself against your entrance, head flying back in pleasure at how your heat was already wrapping around the head of his cock.
”Taehyung!“ You all but scream and the boy did not have to be told twice as he slams into you, hilt deep. Your lewd moans echo around the room and you have you place your hand against you mouth, scared that someone was going to hear you. Taehyung throws his head back, his hand lightly running against your back, while his other hand gripped onto your hips for dear life, assuring you that you’d be bruised tomorrow.
”Move” You growl, annoyed that Taehyung was making no attempt of moving. You were about to scream at him again but the words die down in your mouth at the sudden slam of his hips against yours. You fly face first against the couch, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Taehyung keeps a steady pace.
“Fuck, Y/n. You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung says through gritted teeth, his eyes watching in silent awe as he slipped in and out of you perfectly. Suddenly, the distance between you two wasn’t enough and Taehyung tugs onto your hand, pulling you up as he pressed his chest against your back. Your mouth hangs open, the angle suddenly becoming all too much as he dug into you deeper each time.
“Feel good, baby?” He hums against your ears, lips placing soft kisses against your jaw line. His fingers then make their way to your chest, massaging your breast and doubling the amount of pleasure vibrating through you. When you hadn’t answered his question, Taehyung’s hips stop moving as he smiles against you neck, your whines of protest caressing his ears.
“Answer me, and I’ll move.“
What was his question again? Fuck, how was he even expecting you to be in the right mind with everything he was doing to you.
"Yes?” You answer, unsure. Taehyung bobs his head to the side, one hand suddenly trailing down your stomach and stopping right above your heat.
“Not sure?” He hums “Guess, I’ll have to show you how good this can get then."
His hips slam so hard into you that you all but scream his name as his thumb starts rubbing slow circles against your clit, his other hand massaging your breast while his lips worked on marking your skin. You were seeing stars and the tightening of your stomach was becoming so intense that you knew your second orgasm was just a few moments away.
”Tae~“ You mewl and Taehyung just smiles against your skin, swiping his tongue against the purple bruise he’d just created.
"Let go, sweetheart.” He mutters, his fingers moving faster against your bud as his pace speeds up even more.
You had lost it.
Your mind had gone blank as a haze of white covered your eyes. Your body was shaking and your moans were already too incoherent as you dug your nails into the leather of the couch. Taehyung bites back a moan at the feel of your juices coating him, the heat and tightness of your orgasm wrapping around him.
“I’m fuck- holy shit, Y/N.” Taehyung mutters, as he pumps into you, riding out your high. You were a mess, hair covering your face as sweat dripped down your body, your legs about ready to give up on you as you continued to moan out Taehyung’s name. The said boy, screws his eyes shut, suddenly pulling out of you as his own orgasm erupts, spilling his seeds on your back as he groans out your name.
You all but collapse onto the couch, eyes shut as you listened to the silent rustle of Taehyung as he moved around the room. You open your eyes gingerly, chest still heaving when you suddenly feel a wet cloth rubbing against your back. You angle your head back, watching silently as Taehyung cleaned you up with the pack of wet wipes you had prepared earlier. When he catches your gaze, his signature box like grin beams up at you and as usual, you cant help your answering smile. When he was done, he lightly taps your behind and you immediately drop to the couch, body still recovering.
"You okay?“ Taehyung smiles, slipping on his jeans and shirt while his eyes studied your figure in appreciation.
"Fine, just a little winded.” You mumble, reaching for your underwear and slipping it on.
Just as the elastic band slaps against your skin, you lift your head up only to have your lips against Taehyung’s once more. The tall boy was hovering over you as he blindly reaches for your jeans, his lips never leaving yours. Just as you were about to go breathless, he pulls back and bobs his head to the side playfully.
“I’m getting all kinds of awards today, arent I?"
You shove him back as you laugh, slipping on your jeans as you bit back the urge to feel too ecstatic about his words.
You watch as he slips on his coat, grabbing his phone from the table, smiling at himself before he’s turning to look back at you.
"You look beautiful, Y/N."
You had not expected those words to exit his mouth. In fact you had never even expected him to say that to you at all.
"Don’t joke around like that, it’s not funny.” You playfully narrow your eyes at him as you grab you bag and swing it over your shoulders. You reach for your phone and just as you were about to stuff it in your back pocket, Taehyung is angling your head up to look at him.
“Why in the world would I ever joke about that?” He mutters, voice deep as he arches an eyebrow.
“I-I dont know.” You stutter, your nerves getting the best of you.
“Hmm, maybe I need to teach you a lesson or two about just how beautiful you are.” He smiles, head leaning down as his lips hover close to your ears
“Just you wait til the after party’s over. I’m gonna ravage the hell out of my award tonight.”
a/n: I suck at ending shit. Sorry ;( but yey, smutty Taehyung was fun.
Exo Reaction: To you both going to the gym regularly
Hey anon :D thank you for requesting ! here is the reaction, hope you like it !
By the way I wish I actually had the energy to go to the gym lol
Since he recently got his abs, I feel like he would bring you for motivation or to just show off his body to you. I feel like he would want you both to be doing the same activity while in the gym so that he could also look at you while you are working out and I also think that he would find this a cute couple activity.
“ Wow we are like the coolest couple here, like people are probably jealous of how cute we actually look right now”
“ You are just saying that because you got abs now”
“ No Y/N I’m saying that because we look really hot right now” *bursts out laughing*
Would be one of his favourites activities that you both did together, you being there made him more concentrated on his goal, like Baekhyun he would use this as an oppurtunity to show off his body to you, would also sneakly check you out
“ You know Y/n when we go to the gym together you make me concentrated, cos the only thing I think and look at while we are there is you”
“ Oh man did that sound too cheesy?“ *cute chanyeol giggles*
Would act like a cute boyfriend in the gym holding your hand while moving to different equipment, pulling you along to check out different things in the gym. Would probably try to persuadeyou to do that kissing sit up thing.
“ Come on Y/N no one is looking please? its just kissing , we do that all the time”
“ Well yeah but not when you are doing sit ups in a public place”
“ Is it because you think you won’t be able to resist me” *smirk*
You both started to go with the boys at the beginning but after a while you both just started going together, and then it just turned into a regular couple activity for you both, it made you guys go out of the house more and made you both more fit.
“ When we get home, I will cook us a good meal”
“ Kyungsoo, you say this everytime we go to the gym”
“ Well I am saying this to motivate us”
He would get excited when you came to the gym with him. Honestly, I’m sure that Jongdae already admitted to having a dirty mind so yeah he would enjoy subtly checking you out, but would keep his lookout for any guys who keeps looking at you.
“ You know Y/N my visits to the gym gets 10 times better when we go together”
“ Well thats cute , so should I just ignore the fact that you keep checking me out every 10 minutes”
“Y/N how could you say that about me , I’m just looking out for your physical health”
He would go to the gym by himself sometimes, but he would start to feel a bit lonely. So he just started inviting you, to be honest that just turned into a couple activity that you both looked foward to. Expecially, due to his busy schedulle, sometimes your visits to the gym were actually a couple date for you both. I also do believe that he would probably try to backhug you during resting time.
“ Y/N I am getting tired, can we go soon”
“ Yixing, why are you backhugging me, I am so sweaty, and I smell”
“ You still look good though, and I am also smelly and sweaty but your not complaining”
He would enjoy your company, and like Chanyeol he would think that you being there made him more concentrated on his goal. However, every time it was resting time he would keep looking at you then to something else then back at you again, then he would get quite shy when he catched you looking at him.
“ Y/N how many times have I told you not to look at me like that, gosh it makes me so shy”
“ Well not my fault that you are the most good looking person in the gym”
“ Says the person who keeps me concentrated”
He would like this whole couple gym thing, it made you guys spend extra time together, and he also enjoyed showing you off. Would feel quite proud when he catched you looking at him but would get really blushy if you caught him.
“ Y/N just so you know, I wasn’t looking at you in a dirty way”
“ Oh really, I don’t believe you” *teasing look*
“ Okay fine, but like what do you expect I’m guy your my girlfriend, and anyway you were looking at me too” *accusing look while blushing like a tomato*
We all know how Minseok enjoys taking care of his body, so when you decided to be his partner in his gym activities he was very happy and tried to include you in every activity. He would also use this as an opportunity to mess with you like making you lie down while he does pushups over you, and then giving you a unexpected long kiss.
“ Y/N you are really red right now, are you maybe flustered from our pushup situation that we are in right now”
“ Well who wouldnt, when your expecting a short peck and then suddenly you are surprised with this long kiss”
“ Sorry I couldnt resist, I wont promise that wont do it agin though”
He would really enjoy it, but his protective boyfriend side would be on full mode, like he would be on the look out for any suggestive look another guy might trow at you. So to show everyone that you were his he would be extra touchy. Like he would have his arms around your waist while moving to another equipment, extra deep kisses and manly grunts.
“Y/N what did I tell you about wearing those yoga pants, I feel like every guy is trying to make a move on you”
“ Luhan , stop being paranoid, you know that you are the best one in here to me”
“ uhmm I guess my deep kisses are working huh”
Would keep you close to him , would also be a protective boyfriend. However, like Chanyeol and Kai he enjoyed having you there as it also helped him to concentrate on his goal which was looking good for you.
“ Y/N stop telling me not to work out so hard”
“ You do know that I like you in any shape or form right”
“ I know, but it will also help me to look tough and scare the other guys away”
He would love to show off how fit you both were, bragging to everone about your gym activities. He just really like doing this activity with you, and the best part to him was when you both got home, order pizza and other unhealthy amount of food and fall sleep on the couch and then regret it on the next day.
“ Y/N I cant believe we did this again, I thought we agreed to not have pizza right after we arrive from the gym”
“ Dont blame it on me, your the one who ordered it yesterday”
“ Fine I guess that give us an excuse to go the gym again, and pretend we are a fit couple “
Hello everyone! hopefully everyone enjoyed this reaction :D
This honestly gave me heart palpitation while looking for the gifs lol
Sorry for any spelling mistake as it is a bit late here where I live, and I’m really tired :D
AN: If you follow me on twitter (smoakbettsqueen) you’ll know I’ve been in a writing rut lately unable to write anything, I asked some awesome friends @callistawolf and @latinasmoak for some prompts and thus begins this little mini series of fics all from their prompts that take place post 523.
“Mr. Mayor, your two o'clock is here.” Marlene’s voice echoes across Oliver’s large office, but before he can query her on what two o'clock the intercom goes dead.
He frowns in confusion his hand moving to his daily planner, his hardcopy daily planner. His forehead wrinkles in confusion as he flips through the well worn pages, trying to find out who he’s supposed to be meeting with. He really hopes it’s not the Hub City mayor, he’s almost certain they are meeting on Friday at two, the large stack of regulations and agreements that he’s suppose to go through before that meeting -that he’s already rescheduled twice- is currently staring back at him. The mayor of Hub City is never going to want to meet with him again if he’s not even prepared for this meeting.
“Why did I buy you that fancy state of the art tablet if you’re just going to be a caveman and use that planner?”
A familiar teasing voice calls out, halting all of Oliver’s thoughts, much like she’s been doing for the past 6 weeks, or 6 years if Oliver is being honest with himself.
He looks up and can’t help but smile as Felicity glides into the office the little floral romper she’s wearing rustling as she walks. She’s holding a tray with two large cups of coffee in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.
The cuffed sleeve of her romper has slipped off and Oliver can see the tan curve of her shoulder. He’s already tempted to press his lips to against the soft curves and pull down the V of Felicity’s flora romper and explore the rest of her tanned skin, all too familiar of just how far that tan really goes, or doesn’t go as the case may be.
“Your two o’clock at your service, Mr. Mayor.” Felicity says cheekily as she does a slight curtsy with her gifts despite the fact that she’s in a romper and not a dress.
She takes one look at Oliver’s expression though and backs away from him when he takes a step towards her. “No. No. No. Keep those thoughts in your head mister.”
“I didn’t say anything!” Oliver protests his smile widening when Felicity holds the hot coffee and what he assumes are chocolate croissants -his absolute favourite- like a shield in front of her.
“No, but that face and that smile. I know that smile.” Felicity accuses, “you’ve got dirty on your mind. That is not the kind of services I am bringing. We will not have a repeat of what happened last week.”
So this is based on the song One of Those Nights by The Cab, which is really awesome if you don’t know it. Hope it’s okay for you guys x
I’ve been let loose and now I’m crawling up the walls
Word is I got away and now I must be caught
The first thing you felt at hearing that Kol Mikaelson was on the loose was fear. Pure, irrational, or maybe rational, fear.
Why? Because you knew he’d be looking for you. And when he found you, you didn’t know whether he’d kiss you or kill you.
After all, you had abandoned him in his time of need. You’d abandoned him when his brother had taken that diamond from him, and you’d watched as Klaus plunged that dagger into his heart, making no effort to save him from what would become a slumber of almost a century.
You knew he’d been back for almost a week now. But there was silence. No calls, no letters, no knocks at the door.
It was driving you crazy.
And then the invitation arrived.
Don’t leave Take it from me, I’ll be more than a King (I can’t take that, I can’t take that)
“What’s that?” Caroline pulled at the card buried between piles of books. You’d become friends with her during the year you’d spent in Mystic Falls, living with the Salvatore brothers who had become your companions after you’d almost killed Stefan back in 1945.
“Oh that? That’s nothing.”
“That’s an invitation to the Mikaelson ball. And it has your name on it, Y/N.”
“So? Everyone in town’s invited. It’s not a big deal,” you shrugged off the fact that the invite had your name scripted on it, in fine, elegant handwriting that you recognised as Elijah’s. When you’d seen it, your heart had hurt immensely, remembering that not only had you left the man you loved,the man who had promised you the world and made you feel like royalty, you had left good friends behind in doing so.
“No-one gets an invitation as personal as this, Y/N,” Caroline stopped, her eyes widening as realisation dawned on her, “Wait, do you know them? Wait, did one of them turn you? No, no, let me guess. Klaus? It was Klaus wasn’t it? Or maybe Elijah, you’re both civilised like that-”
“It wasn’t Klaus or Elijah, Caroline,” you sighed, accepting that you just had to tell her the truth.
“It was Kol.”
I’m going crazy and I’ve been awake for days My mirrors are stained with painted portraits of your face
Kol Mikaelson was currently lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a bed he felt was half empty, and whenever he slept in it, he couldn’t help but picture the figure that should have been beside him, his arms wrapped around her waist, her hair tickling his skin.
Y/N was all he saw when he closed his eyes at night. She was both a dream and nightmare rolled into one.
He should have been pissed. He should have wanted to rip her throat out. He should have wanted to make her suffer.
But he didn’t.
In fact, for the first time in his life, Kol Mikaelson was scared of seeing her. He knew she was in Mystic Falls, and he knew that Elijah had given her an invite to the ball later that night behind his back.
And he was scared of what would happen if she actually turned up.
Don’t Leave Take it from me, you’re my dirty disease (I can’t take that, I can’t take that)
Buttoning up his shirt, and fixing his tie, Kol allowed his mind to wander for a brief moment.
He thought back to the day he first saw her, the way she had smiled at him from across the hall, her eyes sparkling as they met his. She’d giggled when he grinned back, giving her a wink, and he remembered how he’d fallen head over heels in love with that teenage innocence that was so common among women in the 16th century.
He’d bought her a dress a few days later, well, more like compelled one from some spoiled brat who wouldn’t stop fawning over him. She’d worn it for their first dance later that evening.
“I see you like the dress I got you.”
“Indeed, how did you know this is my favourite colour?”
He had smirked.
My flat line inhibition Is my ammunition I’m just fighting to get by
Just spit me some direction I’ll be your infection How could you leave me behind?
Caroline was going through your wardrobe, which you had reluctantly let her do after she told you she would have your back at the Mikaelson ball.
The closet itself was full of four hundred years worth of dresses, some you had bought yourself, some you had borrowed from Rebekah and never given back, and some that Kol had given to you as presents. His way of showing his undying love for you, apparently.
Undying love that was probably now dead.
“This one’s perfect. What do you think?”
You looked up at the dress Caroline was holding, your heart sinking. She had to pick that one.
You looked at it, admiring the fabric and the colour in the same way you had the first time you had seen it sprawled across your bed all those years ago. A small note had been beside it, that you had read with glee, not knowing it would spark four hundred years of passion.
Wear this tonight and save me a dance - KM
“I don’t know, Car. Maybe another one?”
“Don’t be like that. Come on, you’ll look amazing. So many guys will want to dance with you that Kol won’t have a chance to even talk to you. It’ll drive him mad. Consider it your ammo.”
Sighing, you took the dress from her. Her plan did make sense.
Only, you weren’t so sure if you wanted it to go ahead.
I’m a mess and you’re worse Just give me time to give you a waste of time
One of those nights When you leave me for no reason I’ll give you a reason
Kol was standing on the staircase, listening to the speeches both his mother and his brothers had prepared, feigning interest.
There had been no sign of Y/N, and part of him was relieved. The other part was distraught, and was trying not to lash out by killing someone on the stairs.
If he was a mess, he could only imagine what state she was in. He knew her better than anyone, and he knew that the arrival of the invite would have made her nervous. He’d always been the one to comfort her in times like these, but that was difficult when he was the one she was scared of.
And then he saw her.
She had the blonde girl that Klaus was interested in by her side, and she looked stunning. The first thing he noticed was the colour of her eyes, the same shade that enhanced his dreams. And then his eyes fell on the dress.
It still suited her perfectly, and like always, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
She looked up to see him, fear lacing her eyes. So Kol did the only thing he could, the thing that always reassured her.
He smiled. And he was surprised to see her smile back at him.
So he took it one step further.
“I know you can hear me,” he mumbled.
He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed the sound of her voice until she spoke. The familiar lilt in it drove him insane, and it was taking all of his willpower not to grab her and take her to his bedroom.
“Are you going to kill me, Kol Mikaelson?”
“No? I left you when you needed me, you have every right to.”
He smiled again, embracing her naivety that had made him laugh throughout the centuries.
“Why would I want to kill the girl I love?”
He watched as her face transformed from wrinkles of confusion to a relieved smile.
“You love me, huh?”
“Well, for the record, I kind of love you too.”
Their eyes once again found each others, and the past century was erased in an instant. Kol felt his heart beating faster as she bit her bottom lip, knowing that she was well aware of what it did to him.
“Nice dress,” he mumbled back to her, the speeches still continuing.
“Thanks. Found it in the back of the closet.”
He suppressed the urge to laugh at her sarcasm, knowing that his family would not be pleased at the interruption. So instead, he said four simple words.
So a few days back, I reached 500 followers … WHICH IS AWESOME! Thank you all for following me, I wish I could show gratitude to all of you.
My 500th followed was @twistedrainbows8908 and they asked for a short fic with Murdoc comforting 2D before a concert! I tried my best and I really hope you like it <3
“Where the hell is he?” Murdoc yelled as he walked back and forth in their backstage room. They were supposed to be on stage in thirty minutes and obviously that pain in the arse, blue haired boy was missing.
Russel looked unimpressed at the temper tantrum Murdoc was throwing, “Maybe on the toilet?”
“Toilet?!” Murdoc exclaimed loudly, throwing his arms in the air. Noodle snickered, mumbling something about the bassist in Japanese. In rage, the bassist walked towards the hall, “I’ll get that little shit out of there.”
“What’re you doing in here?” Murdoc barked at him as he held onto the doorway. 2D looked up at him, looking slightly paler than usually and it made Murdoc’s face soften as he knew what was up. He watched him hug his knees as he sat on the dirty bathroom floor, taking a deep breath.
“I just wanted to have some water by myself a-a-and suddenly I couldn’t breathe,” 2D whimpered, sniffling quietly. Murdoc chuckled at the fact that the boy hadn’t even considered that there was a ton of plastic bottles of water in their backstage room. He held out a hand for him.
“Come on, up you go, you absolute loon,” Murdoc said, already having lowered his voice, “Did you get your water?” 2D shook his head and pulled himself up, breathing quickly and Murdoc saw how obvious it was that his mind was racing.
It happened from time to time, 2D spacing out completely and panicking before shows. Usually it had happened to Noodle when she was little, mostly due to how young she was, but now it had become more and more frequent with Stu. There was no real reason behind it other than irrational fear of failing and singing horribly, which they both knew was impossible.
“Calm down,” Murdoc said, placing both his hands on 2D’s shoulders, looking him in the eye, “You’ll do fine. The girls will love you even if you sound like a dying cat.”
2D gave a weak chuckle, reaching to brush tears away, “Please don’t say that, it’ll bring bad luck or somefink.”
Murdoc grinned and squeezed his bony shoulders, “You know I’m right though, are you alright?”
2D took another few short breaths but winced, “Hurts my chest.”
“Breathe with me, can you do that, numbnut?” Murdoc pulled him to stand just in front of him. He placed a hand on his chest, “Deep breath, come on now.”
2D matched his breathing and Murdoc smiled proudly, “That’s a good lad. Feeling dizzy still?” He put a hand on his forehead.
“A little bit,” 2D sniffled again, breathing turning less ragged. He looked tired and leaned into him, Murdoc grabbing his lanky figure in his arms. He held him awkwardly for a moment but eventually relaxed.
“You need some water and some sweets before going out there,” he mumbled, rubbing his back, “Tell me when you’re ready to go. There’s no rush, we can arrive late like real divas.”
Request: “Ok here’s my supernatural request! (So glad you’re
taking cos I love your Star Wars writing!) so reader hunts with Sam and dean
and they find out that she’s sleeping w both of them as well as cas while
they’re on a hunt without reader, then they come home kina angry only to find
her in bed with Lucifer? Nothing too angsty and some references to smut and
reader sexts Sam and that’s how they find out?”
Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader,
Castiel x Reader, Lucifer x Reader
Word Count: 1216 (sorry it’s short - this is my first ever spn
Warnings: implied smut, mentions of smut
The sound of the final head falling to the ground marked the end
of the hunt, Dean leaning over with his hands on his knees, panting from the
“That’s the last one?” Sam asked breathlessly. His brother nodded.
“Let’s get back to the motel, Cas is probably there by now.” Dean
added, wiping his bloody blade on the shirt of his fallen foe. He looked up to
see Sam smiling at his phone. “Hey! Did you hear what I just said?”
“Hm? Yeah.” Sam lifted his gaze for a split second, then diverted
his attention once again to the screen. Dean, with an annoyed huff, snatched
the device from Sam, and despite his objections he started reading the messages
on the screen.
just finished the hunt. Will be back ASAP.
He rolled his eyes at the boring conversation, but as he scrolled
down, avoiding Sam’s reaching hands, his eyes widened at the sight of a picture
you had sent.
It was a photo of you in a familiar set of white lace lingerie.
You looked absolutely divine, and for a moment Dean’s anger dissipated into a brief
wave of arousal, before he shook himself out of his daze. The following message
made his blood boil.
get back here quick. I’m touching myself just thinking about the things you’ll
do to me tonight.
omg can you do a public sex smut with johnny please? 😳😳
A/N: For now I’m just going to make it a list.
Johnny no doubt has devious tactics to go along with his dirty mind.
His mind wanders a lot.
When out in public he may suddenly feel needy- maybe from the wind hiking your skirt up or the way you lean over the table, your cleavage on full display for him as you reach for his phone.
Once he gets to thinking about it it’s difficult for him to stop.
Everything would suddenly seem to have a double meaning, his mind reading into your innocent actions as sultry, the smallest of things getting him excited.
He’d think about the surroundings, spotting the pristine balcony above the street or the secluded bench near the edge of the park- he’d think about all the naughty things the two of you could do- the way your soft flesh would press to the cool glass of the balcony as he takes you from behind or the way the bench would creek as you frantically ride his thigh.
Time to act on his devilish thoughts.
He’d have to work with what he’s got around him, spotting a quaint little cafe not far.
Bless, the tables have long enough tablecloths.
He’d initiate it, obviously, doing something like scooting his chair closer to the table as he faces you from across it, his long legs tangling with your own.
Slyly coaxes you closer, pushing his knee between your legs swiftly.
my body was not ready
You’d throw a small fit, telling him to knock it off as your face flushes, his hard knee pressing to your covered heat suddenly.
In reality tho I think he’d be just as scared of getting caught as you.
It’d almost be like a game, who can stay quiet and continue as normal. He’d really get off seeing you grow flustered under his secretive touches, teasingly asking you if you were okay.
No way were you going to cream your panties in some cafe under his teasing gaze tho.
Sorry, I guess this isn’t actually sex, more like mutual masterbation.
You can call this disgusting I guess if you hate feet, but-
Just slip off your sandal from beneath the table, the draped tablecloth covering all, and push his thigh away, placing your foot on his large bulge.
Fuck, he’d be weak as shit. The fact that you’d resort to such desperate and dirty tactics to get him off in public.
He wouldn’t mind coming in his pants, but later regret it.
He’d have a difficult time trying to act normal, obviously, tightly clenching the spoon in his hand as he lets his head fall forward, his brows knitting together as his confined member releases it’s sticky substance in his boxers.
Fair to say you guys will be going home immediately
Ron defenders need to come to terms with the fact that their favorite character is a LOSER. Yes, he was Harry’s best friend, but even Rupert Grint himself (no less of an authority than the guy who played him, mind you) doesn’t think Ron ever amounted to much. He said outright that he thinks Ron is a divorced, jobless loser living alone in a small, dirty apartment by now. (And before you argue with me, bear in mind that I have an actual source for this.)
Look, I don’t hate Ron by any means. If anything, I feel pity for him. I wish he could have had a better life.
AU + Witch!Baek // The best place to find a potion is at the house in the forest clearing. In need of a love potion you ask the local wizard but of course there’s a price to pay.
“How much are you willing to part with?” He asks, sliding a finger through your hair.
Swallowing, you take a step back, but the room seems to become smaller as he closes the new distance. “W-what do you mean?” You ask, blinking far too fast to even fake confidence. If he could smell weakness (he probably could) you’d be burning his sinuses.
Here's another fantasy: having sex with Namjoon or sucking him off and hearing him say ,,That feels good baby'' I can totally imagine that bc of that v live where he kept saying ,,baby'' and we were all dead back then
Girl, you’re out to get me, aren’t you?
I have a big collection of namjoon pics… and fantasies 😂. He can have me anyday. ANd the fact that he’s so dirty minded and his english sounds so good… fuck!
Five times John spun the wheel, and one time he came out a winner…
The spinning of the wheel echoed the spinning of John’s thoughts as he watched Sherlock flirt with the croupier. He was a good actor. But was he this good? Or was he actually interested in the man? And why should John care, either way? It was for a case, right? And even if it wasn’t for a case, John had no claim on Sherlock. Did he? Perhaps more to the point, did he want to?
It was after midnight by the time they stepped out of the Grosvenor Casino onto Maid Marian Way. Too late to catch a train back to London. And every hotel in Nottingham seemed to be booked up with tourists in town for the annual Robin Hood Pageant.
“What on earth is a Robin Hood Pageant?” Sherlock demanded.
“You know, Robin Hood and the Merry Men of Sherwood Forest.” At his companion’s blank look, John continued, “Prince of Thieves? Men in Tights? No? Everyone knows Robin Hood.”
“I must have deleted it.”
Unfortunately, thousands of others had not deleted the existence of Robin Hood, and were now stretching the city’s lodging capacity to its limits. After several fruitless attempts, though, they finally found a vacancy at The Walton Hotel.
“I’m afraid that our Bridal Suite is all that we have left for tonight, but I’m sure you’ll find it comfortable.”
John shuffled through several possible responses before settling on “Thank you,” and accepting the key.
The door to number 19 opened into a lounge area with two comfy armchairs and a table. To one side there was an en suite bathroom with a huge tub, and to the other there were four steps leading up to a sleeping area with a king-sized canopy bed.
Sherlock immediately sprawled across one of the armchairs, and John sat opposite him.
“So, how did you know the croupier was our murder suspect’s accomplice?”
“I caught him top hatting.”
“Dropping extra chips on winning bets placed by the man we’d tailed to the casino.”
“Oh, that’ll make a good title for my next blog entry. Top Hatting and Tails.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes, but John thought he could detect a slight twitch at the corners of his lips.
John grinned, and then suppressed a yawn. He glanced toward the inviting bed. This doesn’t have to be awkward, he told himself. Just bite the bullet.
“I’m knackered. Are you ready to turn in? It’s a big bed, and I don’t mind sharing.”
“As I’m sure you’re aware, John, I find the amount of sleep you require to be tedious and unnecessary. I’m not tired.”
You always do, John added silently.
2. Russian Roulette, 3. Chat Roulette, 4. Dirty Roulette, 5. Boys Roulette,and +1. Roulette of the Heart (NSFW) under the cut. Or read it on AO3.
Re: fox mulder is no ordinary lover. How much of this is wishful thinking? I think there's a pretty good chance he's a fuckboy. He watches a bunch of porn and can be pretty selfish. I don't doubt that he completely fucking loves scully, but he may be kinda bad at the sex.
Well, of course there’s an element of fantasy to it.
But I also think there’s good evidence to support the theory that he’s a great lover - his attention and focus is astonishing, he’s emotionally open, he reads people very well. He demonstrates a great deal of both aggression and tenderness, which is a tantalizing mix of qualities in the bedroom. He’s unconventional and inventive, intuitive, athletic, cerebral. Can you imagine the dirty talk?
He’s also ridiculously handsome, which wouldn’t hold water as an argument if not for the fact that he doesn’t date or have casual sex. Morris Fletcher gets laid pretty much immediately when they switch bodies, and the first thing Eddie van Blundht-as-Mulder does is attempt to seduce Scully. They’re both baffled that he doesn’t use his looks to his sexual advantage, and they both prove that he could if he wanted to.
I think the porn is just something to clear his mind, an escape, maybe a bit of an addiction. He’s obviously a very sexual person, so to me, his stale love life says he’s interested in an emotional connection when it comes to real life sex, not just a physical encounter. And when you’re emotionally invested, I think there’s a tendency to be a more giving lover.
And have you seen Scully in Je Souhaite? That’s a woman who is having a lot of orgasms.
I also think my take on it has a lot to do with the fact that Duchovny is a very sensual dude. He just radiates sex. Ergo, so does Mulder. Ya know?
9. “You know, you’re really sexy when you’re angry.”
You take a deep breath, gripping the
steering wheel a bit too tight. Johnny flashes you a weak smile, but
you ignore it.
“COME ON!” You finally yell.
“What’s going ON UP THERE?!”
“Y/N,” Johnny says, softly. “We
would’ve been late anyway,”
“Yeah, thanks to you!” You sit
back, taking your hands off the wheel. You put the car in park,
seeing as the traffic isn’t going to let up any time soon.
“Hey, you’re the one who had to do
some last minute packing!” He argues. You give him a dirty look,
earning a different kind of dirty look in return.
“Don’t look at me like that,” You
order, crossing your arms and looking ahead.
“You know,” He starts,
putting a hand on your thigh. “You’re really sexy when you’re
“Johnny!” You whine, swatting away his hand. “No!”
“Just stating facts.” He shrugs,
taking his hand back. “I mean… If you’re really that frustrated,
“–tuRN ON THE RADIO! Get your mind
out of the gutter,” As he actually turns on the radio, you quickly
glance over at him, then at the traffic. “Wow,” He looks behind
you, seeming extremely interested. “Have you ever noticed how
tinted the windows are back there?”
“…I hate you.” You say as you
proceed to unbuckle and climb into the back seat.
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I F E Also, that’s probably really illegal.
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