the way he keeps it with his beautiful hands

Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Word Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

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    blue orchids

    hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

    pairing: jungkook | reader
    genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
    word count: 18.748
    warnings: implied smut
    disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

    I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!


    You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

    The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

    Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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    know it all — p.p.

    summary : may parker can’t fathom that you and her nephew aren’t dating yet- she can’t wait forever, you know, and she knows it’s going to happen eventually. when has may ever been wrong?

    word count : 3k

    author’s note : long time no see?? LOL sophomore year is successfully kicking my ass but i wrote this and it’s semi long so?? 

       May Parker prides herself on a lot of things- namely, her stunning resilience in the face of immense adversity, and the way she just seems to know things. She can’t help it, it’s her not so lame superpower and she uses it on Peter all the time, much to his annoyance. She earns a roll of the eyes whenever she says something out of the blue, so profound Peter can’t help but contemplate its credibility for the hours that follow their interactions. She knows things, she does, and she knows that you and her nephew are as meant to be as her and Ben were- are, she chastises herself sometimes- and she knows it so truly in the deepest recesses of her heart that the fact that you and Peter aren’t together is something that goes right over her head. 

       “Peter, hon, when’s your girl coming over? I miss having other ladies in the house,” she says one day, interrupting the silence that had settled upon the pair  as Peter recited the periodic table of elements so naturally in his head in preparation for a quiz the following day. Peter loses track somewhere between lithium and beryllium or maybe it was phosphorus, he doesn’t know anymore, when he hears May call you that, his girl, and he shakes his head at her wildly. “What? What’d I say?” May points her wooden spoon at him, and Peter’s reminded that she’s Italian for the fifth time that day. 

       “May, she’s not- she’s not my, like, girlfriend,” he stresses each syllable the word carries, practically throwing his pencil across the table when he turns his chair to get a better view of his aunt as she prepares dinner- pasta, again, because she claims it’s the only thing she can’t possibly mess up. “You know that! Y/N’s been my best friend forever.” 

        “You realize you can be best friends with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Peter can sense May’s eyes rolling even though he can’t see her since she’s facing the stove with her back turned. “You two have definitely kissed. You can’t tell me you haven’t.” 

        Peter’s entire face feels hot when she says that, his hands clammy when he presses them together against his cheeks, placing his elbows on the table to prop his head up. “That’s embarrassing, May. Why would you ever ask me that?” He runs his hands through his hair and the gel is so terribly packed on it that the carefully prepared hairstyle comes undone with one swift movement. “We haven’t, in case you’re wondering, which I know you are because you’re nosy.” Peter feels the spoon lightly poke into his back, a playful warning. 

       “Anyways,” May continues loudly, “as I was saying before, your girlfriend should come over for dinner sometime this week. I’m making pasta.” She grins before placing a bowl of penne in front of Peter, his least favorite pasta shape. Peter scowls at the penne but picks up his fork anyway and shoves some in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before giving May a thumbs up. At least she was proud of it. “I won’t make penne if you get her to come over.” 

        She knows she’s got him when she sees the slow, unsure nod start. He sticks his hand out, and May shakes it happily. “Only because of the penne. I want bowties. Please,” he gives his aunt his best, brightest, sweetest smile he can form, much like the ones that come so naturally when he turns his gaze to look at you- but May won’t bring that up just yet. “And don’t make girlfriend jokes in front of her.” His utensil stabs into the pasta as he thinks to himself, ‘cause if you keep it up in front of her, she’ll think I’m a weirdo and I’ll never genuinely get to call Y/N that, ever. Honestly, he’d much rather launch himself headfirst off of the Empire State Building than never get to experience kissing you, holding your hand, being with you in all those sorts of hopelessly romantic ways that he daydreams about regularly. He’s doing it again, slipping into that endless reverie he always seems to find himself lost in. But it’s okay. His mind is a chasm of soft loves and sweet words shared between the two of you. It’s a beautiful, long mess of a dream. 

       “You lost, Pete?” May snaps her fingers in front of his face, bemused. 

        “A little,” he sighs in that dreamy tone she recalls her own self indulging in so fondly in her younger years. His gaze becomes hazy again, like he’s on another plane entirely, but she lets him be. For now. 


        Peter knows he’s dressing up a little too much for just a friend. He’s spraying too much strong cologne and gelling his hair excessively and praying you won’t notice the fact that it’ll be dryer than the leaves in the wintertime, but it’s all too much for someone he insists is his best friend and his best friend alone, nothing more and nothing less, certainly not his girlfriend. Never that, right? Peter frowns at his reflection and tilts his head down, rubbing his head in attempt to remove most of the gel that had been a serious mistake in the first place. You preferred his hair curly, anyway. Not that he cared. Not in the slightest. He puts on the sweater that you once said looked lovely on him and he wears his nice jeans, the ones without that stupid hole near the butt cheek that you can’t really see unless you’re trying

       His cheeks flush when May gives a tiny, satisfied smirk upon seeing his perfectly put together outfit. He acts as if no time at all was spent on his appearance, but she knows him, like she knows everything else, and she knows that he’s been holed up in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now trying to see which shirt matched his eyes best and debating the chances of you realizing that this was the sweater you liked the most on him before he put it on and beamed at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was the color or the stitching or the fabric but he was starting to like this one much more, too. 

       “You look very handsome, sweets,” May says to him, squeezing his shoulder as she brushes past him to place a salad on the table. Peter surveys the salad with a strange look on his face. 

       “Why’d you make a salad? Since when does Y/N eat salad?” He raises his eyebrows at her, before adding with haste, “not that I don’t love your salad, Aunt May, ‘cause I do. I promise.”  

       Aunt May places her hands on her hips, peering at him through the tops of her glasses in a way that makes her look too wise for someone as young as she was. “I’m making a good impression, obviously.” 

       “You’ve known her for like ten years now, the time for good impressions is over, May. You missed your chance.”

       “This is the first time I’m seeing Y/N as your girlfriend, though!” Peter lets out the loudest groan imaginable, running his hands over his cheeks and slapping his forehead with great vexation. 

       “Still not my girlfriend,” he insists on insisting, taking the extra plates out of her busy hands and helping to set the small kitchen table. 

       May smooths back a loose strand of hair from his forehead with a kind, teasing grin on her face. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want her to be, kiddo.” 

       He can’t possibly argue with that sort of logic, especially not when his aunt hits the nail right on the head in that peculiar way she has a habit of doing, so he just smiles and kisses May on the cheek. There’s a knock on the door less than a second later, and the pair scramble for the upper hand before Peter beats her to it and nearly flies to grab the handle of it and yank it open so he can greet you accordingly, slightly out of breath with his hair flopping to one quite nicely and a joyous smile making its way across his mouth when he sees you for the first time that day. May hovers earnestly behind him, hands fluttering over her nephew’s shoulders so she can push past him to wrap you in a hug if need be. Sometimes Peter has the impression that May adores you even more than he does; he wasn’t sure if he should be glad for that, or a bit offended that you seemed to return the blatant favoritism with ardency. 

       There was a brief second where your eyes raked over your best friend’s face with soft admiration, hidden as carefully as you could manage. When you met his appreciative gaze you felt the palms of your hands clam up and so you cast your look back to his aunt and playfully pushed past him to give her a hug. 

       Peter, offense overriding his previously somewhat moonstruck expression, backed away from you when you finally turned toward him with your arms outstretched. “Oh, now I get a hug? Interesting,” he rolls his eyes in a teasing manner, unable and unwilling to conceal his little, loving smile that appeared when you pried his arms off his chest and defiantly wrapped them around yourself as you hugged him. “Didn’t seem so interested in hugging me when you were shoving me away to get to May,” he says, craning his neck to stare at you whilst continuing to drag the embrace out for as long as possible. 

       “You’re still my favorite Parker,” you reply, poking his chest lightly. Then you turn away before you can say anything else that could be considered too revealing of certain, carefully concealed feelings that had the possibility of being detrimental to a beautiful friendship that had manifested over the years into something more, but not quite, not yet. “Sort of,” you put as an afterthought, lest he get any ideas about you feeling… something for him. “Anyways, what’s for dinner, May?” You anticipate pasta, and when May announces the dish with a great flourishing of her hand, you grin. Typical, yes, but nothing if not welcomed. 

      Peter, gentleman that he is, pulls out your chair for you, and you let yourself imagine that he’s doing it as a chivalrous boyfriend and not simply a polite friend. He imagines the same, though. Imagines that he’s on a date with you and he pulls out your chair and smiles kindly and lovingly- and he basks in this image for as long as he can. May calls you over then, and the daydream is shattered. You make your way over to her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. 

       May lowers her voice before speaking, “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to explain something to me,” she starts. You nod, raising your eyebrows at her. “Explain why you and Peter aren’t together yet. Honestly, honey, I just can’t understand it.” She talks with her hands the way Peter does. 

       “Uh- what? I, um, I don’t… understand?” Your voice cracks a little, as if having May practically shove your less than friendly feelings for Peter back in your face wasn’t embarrassing enough. “We’re, um, you know, like, friends.” 

       Her hand waves dismissively, pushing that sentence away. “No, no, see that’s what he said, too! I have to disagree. I know everything, kiddo, and I know that you two are going to make it as a couple, so if that’s what your afraid of, don’t be. Go for it. I see the same thing in him that I see in you right now, and that thing is love. So, I’m going to need you to go make my nephew the happiest kid on Earth and tell him you’re falling in love with him, and you’ll see that he’s going to say the same thing to you. Trust me. Aunt May knows all,” she shrugs in a casual manner, brushing her confidence off, before she steers you around and gently pushes you back toward the tiny dining room table where Peter sits awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs with his lip caught between his teeth. 

       “Hi,” you almost whisper, settling down in your seat across from him. 

       He glances up. “Hey,” he says, smiling again. A reflex, in your presence. He clears his throat, then asks, “So, what’d you and May talk about?” He knows May loves him as if he were her son, which for all intents and purposes he is, but he can’t be sure of her secrecy. He wouldn’t put it past his aunt to let slip “accidentally” that he liked you, loved you, cared for you. 

       You take a sip of your glass of water that Peter must have filled in your absence from the table. You had a tendency to take sips of your drink when in uncomfortable conversations, or conversations you felt nervous in. He notes that. “Oh, um, nothing really… but if were gonna talk about it, I’d wanna do it in, like, private?” You twirl your straw around your drink, mixing the ice in the glass. Peter abruptly stands from his chair. You watch him sling a jacket around his shoulders and throw one of his sweaters at you, which you catch easily. “You wanna go now?” 

       He nods, licking his lips anxiously. “No better time than the present, right?” If you’re going to confront him and crush his heart with a single sentence that stands along the lines of I see you as a friend, he wants it done sooner rather than later. He wants it over with, so he can go back to his suffering in comfortable silence and start an attempt to move past this crush the way he had easily drifted away from his crush on Liz Allan. You fumble with the sweater as you stand. “May, we’re gonna step out for a bit!” Peter announces, opening the front door of his apartment and letting you slip out first. He doesn’t wait for her response before he disappears, too. May watches the two of you leave and feels her heart grow twice its size. 

      You’re standing outside the apartment building ten minutes later in the chilly autumn breeze, thankful for the cologne scented sweater that rests over your body like a warm blanket. Peter’s hands are never cold, and so they linger outside of his pockets as opposed to yours, shoved inside the front pocket of the sweater he’s given you. He reaches for your hands wordlessly and rubs them over his. “You’re always freezing,” he laughs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours with a new burst of confidence that you find endearing as you squeeze his hands. “Hey, wanna know something? You might know it already but, I figure I should tell you myself, if you wanna know.” He swings his hands back and forth, and yours swing along with his. 

       “Yeah, please,” you insist, twisting your head to the side to sweep the windswept hair out of your face. One of Peter’s hands comes up to brush it out of the way, typical and cliche and an overplayed move but none of that matters when the action is being carried out, because it makes your stomach constrict in that funny way and your heart melt into a puddle on the dirty sidewalk. His fingers linger over the softness of your cheek, and he keeps his hand there to see what you’ll say about it. You say nothing, let remain there. “You gonna tell me or not?” 

      “Should I- I could maybe…” he sucks on the bottom of his lip. “Forget it, I don’t know how to speak properly around you like this.” You start to protest, demand he tell you because you won’t be able to stop thinking about this if he doesn’t, but every word dies before it can touch the edge of your lips. Peter has his head lowered down toward you and he’s kissing you, a thought that’s crossed your mind more times than you were able to count but now, it’s happening. Real lips pressed against yours feverishly, shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. When he pulls away first, it returns and collides with him as if he’s hit a brick wall, and his cheeks burn red. He makes no move to back away, still. “D-Did I step out of line? Was that okay? Do you hate me? ‘Cause if you do we can go back upstairs or you can leave and then on Monday we can pretend that this never happened because you’re still my best friend no matter what even if it’s awkward-” 

       Your hands clasp together around the back of his neck as you yank him down toward you again, and this time you kiss him back. You can feel him smiling so hard it makes it difficult to kiss him, but when you break away to tell him that, he just laughs and smiles harder and keeps kissing you. He doesn’t know how to stop now that’s he had the opportunity. You’re both laughing hysterically and trying to kiss properly and his nose bumps against yours repeatedly, and it’s the most perfect first kiss in the world. 

       He keeps his hand firmly grasped in yours when you go back upstairs to his seventh floor apartment, opens the door for you and everything. May is sitting at the table, turns her head to the both of you and peers at you from the top of her glasses. Peter raises his hand and yours, triumphant. May claps her hands together as he, your boyfriend, declares proudly, “Aunt May, I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who I hope will be sticking around?” He looks to you for reassurance, and gets what he needs from the happy kiss you bestow upon the side of his face. 

       “I told you two I know everything!” Is what breaks the joyous silence, and then the laughter starts again; a perfectly lovely family. 

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    I'm Yours (NSFW)

    Originally posted by wandamaixmoff

    Imagine: Newt gets jealous of all the male attention you had gotten on a night out, becoming frustrated he shows you who knows you best. 

    Author’s Note: Okay, real talk, if you were in a relationship with Newt I think he would be confident and cocky as fuck. Anyhow, tell me what ya liked, what ya didn’t. Cheers legends, also 1,500 of you guys actually like me so that’s questionable. Also this is the first smut I’ve ever written so don’t be mean, I don’t think it’s that great but I wanna hear what you think!

    Word Count: 1483

    Tagging: @embracingtheinnerweaboo @radicalmeghan @ladytevans07 @full-on-whovian @superlalka228 @theuniversebeyondtherain @scarletdarkholme @rock-n-magick @whossmr @kipisz @jinxkatkazama @hamilsyd704 @that1awkwardfangirl @allnewtsbeasts @itsleviosa14 @choconim @pygmy-puff-fluff @awesomenessfeet @awkward-ari-1731 @wehavecometoanend-maybe @fuckincringe @foxie-monster @tumbleweedtheproxy @winter-patrick @corazon-ya @annaoben @devilsgeek @deanskitten @angel-hunter-winchester @tsuki-okami @filonewts @ofxmicexandxmanda 

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    i wanted to draw some scenes from my Beauty and the Beast AU!!

    i absolutely had to draw the snowball fight between Stan and the kids, haha. the second image is of everyone sitting in front of the fireplace, and Ford (as the journal) is telling them a story, while Dipper reads it aloud for everyone. the third is the ballroom sequence, and i changed around some of the colors here to fit the characters better.

    my favorite is Stan’s transformation into a human again. i was itching to draw that scene for a while, and i’m really happy with how it came out!!

    my second favorite is Stan embracing Ford. Ford, since he was stuck as a Journal for so many years, can’t really walk or use his limbs all that well. so rather than trip and fall on his way to Stan, he waited for Stan to make his way up to him. and Stan is just so relieved that his brother is back that, in a show of raw emotion, he just ran and held Ford as tightly as he could, while Dipper and Mabel run over to join them

    the final image is of everyone just celebrating the fact that the curse is finally lifted. Mabel and Dipper are getting formally introduced to Ford (which is why they’re holding his hand), and Stan is helping hold Ford up to keep him from falling over

    (Wendy’s design is by @cirilee and Soos’ design is by @soupery!!)

    Life Partner - Harry Styles

    Breakdown: Harry ditches the “womanizer” label when he falls for an ordinary girl, and reflects on their relationship as he drives home from a concert, but is bombarded by paparazzi. 

    Harry was once a hopeless romantic and firm believer in true love. Unfortunately, his rise to stardom stripped him from these beliefs and he lost all hope in ever finding someone to spend the remainder of his life with. Throughout the past few years, Harry has constantly been labeled as a “womanizer” by the media. Harry definitely agreed that his romantic partners changed frequently, but this was not due to being a womanizer. He finally realized that being a celebrity and having a serious relationship was an extremely challenging task, and to do so would require the right girl for him. Therefore, Harry acknowledged that while being an international artist, he would have to be content with short-term flings with women whom he knew would never be his life partner.

    But that now seems like an entire lifetime ago for Harry. As Harry stares down at the beautiful woman sleeping beside him, he can’t stop himself from entering into a deep reflection. They have only been together for fourteen months, but Harry couldn’t bear the thought of not having her in his life.

    Their paths crossed one brisk fall morning as Harry strolled the streets of Greater London. While trying to shield his identity, Harry toppled directly onto her, which caused her to plunge onto the rough ground. As a crowd took notice of the pop sensation, Harry bolted to take cover from the growing crowd. However, he did not flee without dragging her along with him so he could deliver a proper apology and ensure that she was not injured. But as the two waited for the crowd to disappear, they fell into a deep conversation which left Harry completely amazed in a way that he had never been before. As he stared into her twinkling eyes, he knew that she was not a girl that he could just walk away from.

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    Getting Jealous

    Summary: The reader was supposed to be Steve’s tutor, but Steve walks into the library to see her helping Billy. Does he really get the right to be jealous if they’re just friends?

    Word Count: 3519 

    Authors note: I cannot believe how smutty this is guys…holy shit…get ready for smutty angsty Steve!! Lmk what you think:)


    You were chewing on a pen, focusing on the paper you were currently reading. Your concentration was broken, however, when you felt someone staring.

    Bringing your head up you saw Billy looking down at you, to be fair you were grading his paper, but to also be fair he was giving you the most sinful look ever.

    Normally you’d be helping Steve with his papers, but he’d become weirdly distant lately. So you distracted yourself, and how much you missed him, by helping Billy. 

    Billy licked his lips, “What’s the damage sweetheart?”. You tried not to blush from all the attention. Looking away you said, “Well I can’t exactly read when you’re staring at me like that”.

    You laughed lightly, trying to ease the situation. His smirk only grew, “Sorry, I just badly want-”. Billy paused briefly, wanting to see how you’d react. Letting out a breath he finished, “To do good you know?”.

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    You, 40's Boys.

    Bucky Barnes/Reader/Steve Rogers.

    Warnings: SMUT. Threesomes, filth, oral sex (MR), sloppy seconds, Bucky and Steve being kinky fuckers, dirty talk, lots of pet names, unprotected sex (this is fantasy, y’all know you have to use protection), lots of manhandling, literally Steve and Bucky passing you around like a rag doll (because that’s my jam).

    Word Count: 2071.

    Rating: 18+

    Masterlist

    Ummm… Well @kittykitty-mewmeww sent this and this last week for @bucky-plums-barnes Sinful Sunday and I just had to write it, here y’all go.

    And I’m spoiling my wives too @thecrownedrose and @sexylibrarian1

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    BTS Reaction to Wanting to Shower with Them // Light Smut

    Request: BTS reaction to their y/n asking them to shower with them

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    Jin

    Originally posted by yourpinkpill

    He would be between boldly here for it and super shy. The moment you had nervously approached him to ask if he wanted to join you in the shower he would nervously blush and ask why you couldn’t shower by yourself and why would you ask him such inappropriate things.

    You would just shrug it off, getting into the shower by yourself. In the middle of lathering up, he would shyly come in, asking if he was able to still join you. Of course you wouldn’t say no; but in all honesty, he would use the excuse that you both were saving water just so he could steal glances over your dripping body.

    “Hands to yourself Jagi!”


    Yoongi (Suga)

    Originally posted by jinje-reactions

    Oh he would be down for this. Any chance he got to see your beautiful body unclothed, he took happily. He would be walking toward the shower before you even got to finish asking him; he would be asking you.

    “Are you coming jagi?”

    Once you both got into the small space together to shower; it took all of ten seconds for him to have his hands all over you. And only three seconds after that to have you pinned up against the shower wall. He would leave you with marks on your neck before mumbling in your ear.

    “Do me a favor and shampoo my hair for me jagiya?”

    He would say before going down on you.


    Hoseok (J-Hope)

    Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

    This guy. He would actually be pretty ecstatic to know that you wanted to share such an intimate moment with him. He would be blushing but would definitely agree to go into the shower with you. He’d lead you into the bathroom, holding your hand and smiling the whole way there. Peppering small kisses to your skin as you removed your items of clothing and he his.

    “You look so beautiful baby.”

    Throughout the shower, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you or his lips. He would take the soap, lathering your body up while he held you close to him. His lips would trail from your lips down to your jaw, neck and collarbone; his hands trailing over the plumpness of your ass smoothly. It was then that you couldn’t take the friction between you both and dropped to your knees.

    “Oh god jagi~ah..”


    Namjoon (Rap Monster)

    Originally posted by jjeonguk

    It didn’t matter if your intentions were sexual or not. That’s how Namjoon took it to be when you invited him into the shower with you. He’d been working all this time and you thought that he could use a break and relax.

    “Come shower with me Joonie~”

    He would smirk to himself, saving all his work before stepping into the shower after you; like Yoongi, he would immediately have you pinned against the wall, but instead of going down on you, he would have you back facing him while he mumbled into your ear.

    “Want to help me release some frustrations babygirl?”


    Jimin

    Originally posted by jikookfantasy

    **You’re welcome for this gif…. **

    Let’s just say the water wasn’t the only thing making steam in that bathroom. The both of you would end up taking about an hour in the shower together. He would lazily be moving his hands all over your body, focused solely on your heated kiss together. Your back was facing him as he held you close, slipping himself into you from behind after teasing your core for what felt like centuries with the shower head. His lips wouldn’t part from yours unless it was to moan as he got closer to his climax and you yours.

    His movements were slow and his hands would grip onto any part of you that he possibly could while he made love to you underneath the water.  

    “You feel so good around me jagi..so warm..”


    Taehyung (V)

    Originally posted by mvssmedia

    Taetae would love to join you in the shower as well of course. He would be nibbling on your ear while you lathered up. Mostly it was filled with laughter and hot passionate kisses between the two of you. The both of you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves and would try to seriously wash each other; that was until he lifted you up and held you underneath the shower head for a intense kiss. It wasn’t long before he decided you both were finished washing up and he was leading you back into the bedroom without even thinking about drying off.

    “I need you now princess.”


    Jungkook

    Originally posted by jimiyoong

    He would be very shy about doing something like this. He wouldn’t be able to live it down if one of his hyungs walked in on the two of you showering together even if you weren’t doing anything but showering. In order to not pressure anything onto him, you would instead offer to take a bubble bath together. While you sat next to each other, you both would be doing the corniest things.

    Playing with rubber ducks and making bubble beards. You would be having fun, making your own games before you both ended up in an eager and amorous make out session. Some rocking of the hips between the both of you had some of the water on the floor to be dried up later.

    “God jagi, I can’t control myself when you move like that.”

    anonymous asked:

    Makeup artist grantaire, maybe stage/theater

    Listen: Grantaire as a makeup artist in the fashion industry.

    All the creators WANT HIM because he’s so talented at what he does. He’s totally against that “hide people’s flaws behind makeup like a mask” bullshit. Grantaire sees beauty and magnifies it. Fashion designers call him the Michelangelo of make up and fight over who will manage to get him to work for them.

    Grantaire has been working with Jehan lately, a new upcoming designer in the ashion industry, who impresses everybody with their bold choices, colour patterns and fabric associations. Everything Jehan was called weird for wearing before is now trendy and visionary. Plus, Jehan defies expectations by breaking gender barriers and working with models who don’t fit the runway’s standards.

    So Grantaire goes to work one day, and there’s this new model who’s just started working with Jehan. Rumour has it he used to work with Dior and Yves Saint Laurent, but he ended his contract to work with Jehan, because their beliefs aligned perfectly. His name is Enjolras, and Grantaire is convinced he’s seen him on billboards before. But that was nothing compared to reality.

    Grantaire has never seen someone that breath-takingly beautiful before. The new model’s divine, in an actually god-like way. Grantaire tries to keep it cool and shakes his hand, invites him to sit, the way things are usually done, but his throat has gone completely dry.

    They’re here to determine which makeup style suits Enjolras best. It’s the standard procedure when a new model is hired. As ever, Grantaire tries to cover his nervousness but thinking out loud and talking, so the two of them end up having a conversation revolving mainly about makeup. Grantaire’s almost done when Enjolras asks him:

    “So why did you choose to become makeup artist?”

    Grantaire shrugs.

    “I guess when you’re fuck ugly you just want to compensate by making something beautiful.”

    That kind of answer usually weird people out. But Enjolras simply looks at him, all gold and eyeliner, glitter shining on his lips:

    “You have beautiful eyes.”

    Grantaire’s heart skips a beat. He does not fall in love so much as he plunges head first into it

    BTS reactions to your nudes

    Requested by: @-happytbh-

    A/N: this was so cute~ im super glad you requested this bb, i laughed, i cried… maybe i’m just sleep deprived, but enjoy my lovelies - Kaitlin


    Seokjin:  Stunned. He’s just standing there gawking at his phone for what felt like hours, he didn’t care. He loves your body and never fails to tell you. He’s biting his lip and sending you dirty texts, trying to get more pictures from you until he can get home to see you ;)

    Originally posted by jjilljj

    Yoongi:  When he unlocks his phone and see a picture of you wearing nothing but his fave pair of panties, this giant smirk spreads across his face bc oHmyGod ur so nasty and hot and you’re all his. He wipes off that smirk and replaces it with a poker face so no one gets suspicious as to why he’s staring at his phone for so long

    Originally posted by bangtannoonas

    Hoseok: when his vision is blessed with your gorgeous bare ass he has to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from groaning in awe. his first instinct is to run and show the guys at how beautiful his girlfriend is. But on second thought, that probably isn’t the best plan…

    Originally posted by j-cypher

    Namjoon: He lets his eyes linger on your photo, not caring who saw him staring. His gaze traveled from the swell of your chest down to your beautiful thighs, taking in everything in between. Once he’s had enough waiting, he’s on his way to see you *wink wonk*

    Originally posted by glitchyoongi

    Jimin: Chim thinks he’s so fucking rad. the hottest girl ever just sent him a jaw-dropping nude… of cOURSE he’s smug about it. But oh no… Hobi saw… he caught a peak at Jimin’s screen and now he’s all “hey… jimin… ;)))” and chims so flustered oh my god hobi’s gonna tell everybody and now you’re gonna h8 him

    Originally posted by park-jimizzle

    Taehyung: He would see a new message from you and this lil smile would tug his lips and he’d get all mushy. He clicks off his phone immediately after seeing your naked body, covered only by the new lace bra he just bought you. He’s biting his lips and trying to hold back the blush. he’s so excited to go home and take that bra off (probably with his teeth and with lots of giggles amirite?)

    Originally posted by taesies

    Jungkook: He sees your message and gets excited bc ur so fun he loves u so much. when he opens the message and see a picture of your bare chest hOLY SHIT HIS EYES ARE SO BIG. his hyungs are getting suspicious and want to know what kook’s so *heart eyes* for so they try and grab at his phone and look at it but Jeon is out. hes fucking gone. no way in hell they’re ever seeing this

    Originally posted by exhoeluxionism

    Dating Harry Would Include - 47

    Premiere: 

    - His hand laying on your agitated knee while the car leads you to the premiere
    - Trying his best to help you to relax, his calm voice telling you that everything will be alright 
    - Taking your shaking hand in his squeezing you softly, his thumb stroking your fingers with slow caresses 
    - Kissing the back of your hand, his index finger sliding slowly in the crook of your palm
    - Offering you his hand to help you to go out of the car, lifting the train of your dress
    - Kneeling to fix the bottom of your dress whatever if people are looking at him, only wanting you to be the most comfortable possible
    - Complimenting you for how your dress makes you looks good while playing with a little part of fabric on your shoulder 
    - Doing his best to always keep your hand in his when he can stay with you
    - Squeezing softly your hand when he feels you tensed because of the loud screams around , looking at you with a reassuring smile
    - His huge smile when fans tells him how you two looks cute together
    - Looking at you with a tender smile when he sees you being more relaxed and laughing with fans asking for pics with you
    - Can’t help and smiling each time you look at each other
    - His arm wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on your hip when people asks for a pic of you two
    - Surprising you by kissing your forehead at the last second before the pic is taken
    - His huge smile when people referring to you as Mrs Styles
    - Teasing you when your cheeks becomes bright red for being called this way
    - Keeping an eyes on you while he gives interviews, winking to you when he meets your gaze
    - He’s proud smile when people compliments him for how beautiful you looks, being distracted when he looks at you
    - Coming back directly to you the moment he’s done with interviews
    - Asking with a smile “ Does Mrs Styles enjoys her time?”, smiling wider when he sees you blushing
    - Kissing your temple with a chuckle calling you Mrs Styles again until you smile
    - Whispering his lips on your temple “ Thank you for being here with me today …”

    Pure Innocence

    Theo Raeken

    *Don’t mind the fire at will part…. I was to make another gif so bear with me.*

     “I’m an atheist. But, I know you’re not so innocent as you look.”

    The Reader is the goody too shoes but Theo knows she not so innocent as she seems.

    Also Theo is normal a normal human in this smut. Can we just take a moment for how hot Theo was and always is when he said “I’m an atheist. Fire at will.” like PANTIES DROPPED WEAVE FLEW. Tbh I’m sorry if this is trash.

    Warning- Fuckboy!Theo Daddy!kink Dom!Theo Sub!Reader Spanking, Oral!Female on Male & Oral!Male on Female (Riding Theo’s face), slight chocking, kinky shit

    Word Count- 2,317


    (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  top of the class 4.44 GPA a full scholarship to college the goody too shoes of the school. Yet Theo saw past that, he knew she’d love to be spanked and loved to be dominated he knew this entire ‘goody too shoes’ act was a lie. 

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    Best Friends Don’t... (Part II)

    READ PART ONE  HERE // Series Masterlist

    (Friends-to-lovers Harry and y/n mini series)

    *NSFW*

    Knock

    The air was just chilly enough to need a jacket as you rushed down the stairs in your office and out the door to start on the walk to Harry’s flat. 

    It was a Thursday night, which meant it was your movie night with Harry. This tradition had started in the early years of Uni, catching up on the latest seasons of your favorite shows or discovering new movies together. You’d hang out in Harry’s dorm, or he’d sneak into your girls-only hall, and would stay up much too late for your early morning classes the next day. 

    Now that the both of you were out of school, it was a bit more work to see each other, but you didn’t mind the walk. 

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    I SHIP Fluttercord (Fluttershy x Discord) from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

    I went back on watching MLP FiM for a bit and decided to watch a couple of ep. in random order because it’s been three years since I last saw the show and curios to know on what’s currently going to my former favorite show, and there was nothing to watch on T.V and I had to wait for Steven Universe and Star vs The Forces of Evil to air. Then I stumble to this

    And I was like! 

    Originally posted by aritamayu

    I remember shipping a lot back when I was a brony  like Flutterpie, Delestia, Twidash, Twiestia, Flutterdash, Appledash and so forth but this pairing. They look so precious together like I’m even calling it a Beauty and the Beast story, my shipper heart! There’s also a lot proof from the show and comics that support this ship! 

    Keep Calm and Flutter On

    Fluttershy friends were accusing Discord for letting the gravy fish spraying gravy at them, she defends him and calls him his “friend” and he stopped

    As Discord was about to win, he realize he’ll lose his only friend, Fluttershy 

    They’re held hooves (hands) 

    Three’s a Crowd 

    Fluttershy and Discord write each other letters 

    Twilight’s Kingdom 

    She’s smiling 

    The way they look at each other when they’re talking about tea 

    “Just between the two of us…”

    “I’m mostly doing this for Fluttershy” 

    HE ACTUALLY HAS A PICTURE OF HIM AND FLUTTERSHY!

    She gave him a hug when he returns 

    “Oh but you are (she’s important), Fluttershy. You’re the pony who taught me that friendship is magic. I had magic and friendship, and now I don’t either” 

    Fluttershy forgave him even though he betray her and her friends

    Make new Friends but Keep Discord 

    THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE EPISODE, DISCORD WAS JEALOUS WHEN FLUTTERSHY WASN’T NOTICING HIM AND HANGING OUT WITH ANOTHER PONY!

    Originally posted by agenderdiscord

    Originally posted by wafflebandito

    They argue like a couple 

    Dungeons and Discord 
    Discord pleas with Fluttershy to either stay or go with her 

    He even puts a volcano to make her stay 

    Originally posted by spazzdhn

    To Where and Back Again 

    When Starlight mentions Princess Celestia, Luna, and Twilight got kidnapped, he doesn’t care 

    but when she tells him that Fluttershy got kidnapped, he gets furious! 

    Originally posted by fisherpon

    “For Fluttershy” 

    He couldn’t resist

    THEIR HUGGING AND FLUTTERSHY IS BLUSHING! 

    For the Comics 

    Aw :3 

    She knows too damn well :D

    She sounds so upset that he change

    Mother of celestia, yes!  

    I may not be a brony anymore and not too interested in the show anymore but this is the ship that I hope to see happen in the future. Can’t wait to watch Discordant Harmony when it comes out. Discord wanted to change himself to make  

    Bts reaction to you being scared of them during an argument

    Anon said: Hi there, can you do bts reactions to gf flinching/scared of them during an argument-if you haven’t done one already please accept this request- hope you have a nice day.


    SeokJin:

    Make him angry, I’ll wait. This guy would try not to fight, he would just make the situation better with making you laugh, or explaining the problem in a funny way. If the problem was too serious, he would sit down and talk it through, neither of you raising your voice. Unfortunately, this one time was different.

    He was having a stressful day so far and this argument wasn’t making him happy at all. It was a serious matter, so you were both sitting down, trying to reach a meeting point, but it wasn’t working. All of the sudden, while you were talking, he interrupted you, shouting that you were wrong.

    You weren’t angry at him, you understood the circumstances, but you couldn’t stop the tears in your eyes, since you weren’t having a good day and it was the first time he had ever shout at you.

    He realised what he had just done; he just shouted at his baby. He stopped all of the sudden, looking at the floor.

    “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just-… I just had a rough day, please forgive me, let’s just cuddle a bit and talk about this tomorrow, please”

    Yoongi:

    He is the type of person to ignore fights, but if the issue was really serious, his face would completely change. Yoongi angry is definitely not something you see often, he usually sights at fights, he’s not one to respond, he would just ignore until one of you decided to say sorry, which would probably end up in make-up sex, but that’s another story.

    This time he did respond, he was angry for god knows what at this point. He was stressed, a bad day at work and a fight led him to let you see this side of him, and he wasn’t proud of it. Mid-shouting he stopped, only to see your face. You weren’t crying, but you were in the middle of shocked and scared.

    Yoongi felt his heart falling to the ground. This was not him, this was his stress talking, and he started having thoughts about you leaving him. He didn’t deserve you. You did nothing wrong but he was shouting at you still. He was disgusted at himself. The moment you saw his eyes red after minutes of silence you took a hint of what was happening; he was about to cry.

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said, I love you, please forgive me, I don’t want to lose you”


    Namjoon:

    He’s more of the “let’s sit down and talk about it” type, so you have never really seen him shouting at you before that night.

    Maybe it was work, maybe it was the pressure of the tour, whatever it was, he was really pissed. Unfortunately, the fact that you both started fighting didn’t help much. He wasn’t saying things to you, he was just shouting, but for a reason, you grew scared.

    Once he finally realised that he was scaring his baby, he stopped. You both stared at each other for some seconds before he took you between his arms.

    “I’m so sorry, honey, I promise you won’t see me like that again. I care about you too much, I’m sorry.

    Hoseok:

    Hoseok and fights are a really rare combination, but when it happens, it can get really heated, but he will never dare get close to you, he never dared say something that would actually hurt you, and he kept that promise.

    This fight was like any other, you were arguing, sometimes shouting, but Hoseok always tried to keep it down.

    What was different this time was that, in the middle of the argument, he saw a scratch in your face. You had probably just run into some branches on your way home, but he wanted to help. He started walking towards you and lifted his hand to touch the scar, but you hid under your arms.

    This took him by surprise. Did you really think he was going to hurt his beautiful prince/princess?

    Once you realised how stupid that move was, you let your arms fall to your side and stared at his shocked and disappointed expression.

    “I would never dare hurt a single strand of your hair, ever. Do not ever think like that. Do you want to sit down and talk about this, baby?”

    Jimin:

    Even if he is a cutie, I am a strong believer that he can get angry if the issue had something to do with your safety, like if you did something reckless, for example. Either way, he never wanted to scare you, not at all.

    He cared about you too much, sometimes even more than himself. He was mad about the fact that you didn’t take care of yourself properly, that’s why he raised his voice. He is not the one to shout a lot, but he did use a harsh tone, which caught you by surprise. He was looking at you straight in the eye, so he realised what he had caused only some seconds after.

    Without thinking about it twice, he embraced you, brushing your hair with his fingers.

    “I am sorry, but please take care of yourself. You mean the world to me, I don’t want anything to happen to you. I love you.”

    Taehyung:

    Even if he might be a squishy little cutie, he did get angry sometimes, but never at you. His grandparents have always told him not to shout at a pretty girl, so yes, he was a gentleman when it came to fights. It didn’t matter what was the problem, or if you were a bit too insistent, if you wanted some time alone to think, he would leave the room without talking, if you wanted to shout at him, he would let you do it. My point is, if he ever shouted at you, alcohol might be involved (and he doesn’t really drink so good luck with that lmao)

    He had drank a bit of alcohol at a party with the rest of bts and yourself. Once you both reached home, you started fighting for a stupid thing, but obviously, he had a headache and was under the effects of the alcohol.

    He cut you off mid sentence to shout for you to shut up because his head ached, which was understandable, but since you had never heard him shouting, you jumped a bit, taking a step backwards out of pure shock. He noticed immediately and regretted drinking the second he saw your reaction. He didn’t hug you, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of himself. He muttered a soft “I’m so sorry” and went straight to guest’s bathroom and locked himself in it. He was disgusted at himself.

    After some several time of you knocking on the door telling him it was okay and that you had pills for his headache, he came out. His eyes were red from crying, but he didn’t dare looking at you at the face.

    You were the one who hugged him first, making him start crying again, rounding you with his arms and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

    “I am so sorry. I understand if you don’t want me to sleep with you tonight, I will take the sofa. But please forgive me, I don’t know what to do without you” But you obviously ended up cuddling all night.

    Jungkook:

    Fights were a big no-no for him, and after this one fight, he never dared shout at you. You were his gift, the only thing he treasured, there was no way in hell he would dare hurt you, physically or verbally.

    But that happened after your first fight.

    You both have never had a fight before this, you had never seen Jungkook angry. Even if he was just doing what any other person does during arguments, you hated when people shouted at you, it made you feel scared and vulnerable. He was shouting, and you started feeling bad. Interrupting him, you mouthed a soft “don’t shout at me” but obviously, he didn’t hear you, so you decided to shout it, making him stop.

    You ran off the room, getting inside your bedroom and locking the door.

    Without thinking if twice, you put on some headphones and turned the volume from your phone really high.

    After around 20 minutes, you decided to confront him. Maybe you did take it too far, he wan’t doing something wrong after all, he was just angry, something we all feel.

    Once you opened the door you saw Jungkook sitting outside the door on the floor. His eyes were red and irritated, his cheeks were puffy, and his face carried a strong feeling of guilt.

    “I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I didn’t mean that, please, you mean the world to me, I love you (y/n) please forgive me”

    Got a bit carried away on the last 2 babies, hope you don’t mind! Also, my work is copyrighted, so do not claim it your own (you know who I’m talking about)

    Jamaica (Part 2)

    Originally posted by stylesinthewild

    I hope none of you hated me too much over the cliffhanger in Part One! Anyways, don’t forget to message me and let me know what you think- also, send some requests. I’ve talked to some lovely people so far. Be kind. Love you all. xx - L

    Warnings: smut

    Word Count: 2,203

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    To ease the tension

    Even without there being a mission, it had been a long day. Jesse McCree didn’t mind helping out around Gibraltar, but it seemed like for this day in particular, everyone needed something. From helping to fix a fuel line on one of their service trucks, to running drills with the newer recruits, to hell, even helping Hana decide on what to wear for a livestream. He had chosen the soft grey sweater she held up, said it complimented her softer face, which made the young girl smile before thanking him and then booting him out the door.

    As the hours grew dim, the cowboy found himself wandering back to his room, rubbing his shoulder at the built up tension. Jesse hated to admit it but age was catching up to him in some areas.

    //At least ya still got your purty locks// he thought as he ran his prosthetic through them, glad that the later years hadn’t cause a receding hairline. McCree entered his room, kicked off his ever present boots and flopped on the bed. He had been grateful he used some cash to upgrade to a full size with a memory topper because it aided on his sorer days.

    He felt himself slowly start to sink comfortably into the mattress just as a swift but even knock came from the door.

    “Just ain’t no rest for the wicked.” He grumbled, groaning at just how much his body seemed to protest movement. There had been a mission earlier in the week where Jesse was knocked harder than desired into a brick wall by a rogue Omnic, and he wondered if maybe that was the lingering cause of his pain. Mulling it over, he opened the door to reveal one Hanzo Shimada. The archer had forgone his usual attire, dressed in simple black joggers and a grey long sleeved shirt. His hair always up and neat.

    Jesse leaned into the frame of the door and smiled gently down at the shorter man. “Howdy Hanzo. What can I do for ya?” He drawled.

    “Genji requested I come fetch you for some training game he organized.” The older Shimada explained flatly. The brothers time spent in Overwatch was one of redemption and healing, bit by bit bringing the eldest out of his shell but it was noticeable how Hanzo doated on whatever the youngest desired.

    “Now that sounds like a fun idea but it’s been a busy day for this old broncho. Maybe another time.”

    It was an honest but polite refusal and McCree expected the archer to simply nod and leave as per usual, but instead he stood there, staring intently.

    “I noticed your being injured during our last mission. Is that why? Have you not sought proper treatment?” Hanzo inquired, surprising the gunslinger with his concerned tone.

    Jesse shook his head, leaning to rub his shoulder again, trying to stretch out the stiffness. “Nah I’m alright, just tension and I worked on a few things so my body ain’t takin’ that all too well. But I appreciate your concern there darlin’ ”

    Hanzo scoffed slightly and seemed to battle with an idea before pushing past Jesse to enter the room. “Whoa now, whatcha-” he started but was cut off by Hanzo’s command to shut the door, to which he complied.

    “Do you have some form of lotion or something?” Came the next question, to which Jesse raised an eyebrow.

    “Uh..yeah I got some…somewhere?” He thought outloud, not truly remembering everything that was contained in his room. Jesse strode over to the bed, rummaging through his side table before finding a small bottle of lavender lotion. He had almost forgotten about it, for it was a gift from Ana that he had stuffed away. He had always enjoyed the scent though. Turning, he tossed it the archers way.

    “You can borrow it. Now if ya don’t mind..” he trailed off, laying back down on his stomach, stuffing his head into the pillows. “I’m really worn out Hanners and I wanna rest.”

    He waited to hear the door open and close, and was honestly ready to pass out when he felt a dip in the bed. Jesse turned his head to see Hanzo kneeling there.

    “Sometimes I truly fear if you have taken one too many blows to the head McCree.” The eldest Shimada stated with light annoyance. Jesse wanted to protest but the archer continued. “I had requested lotion to offer my assistance in easing your tension. Now remove your shirt.”

    Jesse stared,blinking a few times before sitting back on his knees to pull his shirt up over his head. For being almost in his forties, it wasn’t like the cowboy wasn’t attractive. Muscles were chisled into his features, with only a small amount of fat lining them. A defined v curved into his waist, as a gentle trail of hair lead from his chest to his waistline. Scars littered the tan skin and Hanzo spent a soft second staring at his left arm where skin ended and metal began. “I appreciate the offer partner, but if you wanted to get me naked, you coulda just asked.” The cowboy flirted, waggling his eyebrows.

    Hanzo huffed and literally shoved the cowboys head back down onto the pillows. Jesse chuckled but the laughter died in his throat when the archer straddle his legs, resting on his ass. The position went straight south, and he shamelessly thought of those lingering desires he had for his teammate. Not that something such as that would happen. McCree knew well enough that Hanzo found him to be ridiculous, spurs and all.

    The archer opened the bottle, lathered the lotion between his hands, and started a deep but gentle press into the tanned flesh of Jesse’s back. It earned Hanzo a satisfied groan. His teammates fingers made quick work on rubbing out the tightness in the cowboys shoulders,between the blades and down his waist. It felt like heaven.

    “You are quite tense McCree. You should possibly seek a realignment for your spine.” Hanzo offered softly.

    “Ya I may just do that. Damn darlin, sure got magic with those fingers. Must be all that fancy bow work.” He complimented, another groan slipping from his lips.

    “Yes, must be.”

    Something about the reply struck a cord within the gunslinger. Why was Hanzo doing this for him? Yeah they were friends, but this type of contact toed the line in his head. As the hands working away at his muscles started to travel to his waist, the cowboy felt a familiar twitch.

    //Keep your head in straight there Jesse. This is Hanzo Shimada, not some floozy.// he thought, although the last time he engaged in such frivolities was many moons ago. It wasn’t a secret to his closest friends that he swung the other way but Jesse didn’t exactly walk around proclaiming it. Yet when he first met Genji’s older brother, he couldn’t deny how beautiful he found the man to be.

    Fingers hooked into the sweats he wore, pulling them and his boxers down, revealing his bare ass, surprising the gunslinger.

    “Hanzo now what in the hell are ya doing?” He asked, embarrassed and confused.

    He felt Hanzo shift downwards, then hands kneading his rear muscle with newly lotioned hands. “This muscle is quite often neglected, and it carries a lot of tension, just as does your back. I offered to help ease your pain McCree and I don’t, as I have heard you say, ‘half ass’ my work.”

    The comment surprised Jesse but he couldn’t help but agree how great it felt to feel the archers hands there. His half hardened cock twitched against the bed and he prayed Hanzo wouldn’t notice, for this situation was embarrassing enough. Another press of fingers, this time closer to the space between his cheeks and a soft moan echoed into the room. Jesse blushed, wishing the Reaper could just take him now. Hanzo’s hands halted and McCree expected him to stop, noting how the sound recently voiced was different from before. Instead, he felt firm a grip at his hips, and yelped as those strong hands pulled him up to be more on his knees, his bottoms being pulled off the rest of the way.

    Jesse’s mind flooded with questions and sinful ideas, but no, this wasn’t anything. The archer was simply helping to ease him, or at least so he thought until he felt a soft kiss to his lower back. “Hanzo…?” He questioned.

    “You are quite the fool gunslinger, letting yourself get into such a knot.” The archer purred, actually purred, as he placed another kiss lower, and McCree’s dick couldn’t help but throb at the words. This was becoming much more than a back rub. A tongue swirled around until trailing to that puckered entrance at his backside. Again Jesse yelped at the surprising sensation, but sunk his head down, his ass up, debating if he was simply dreaming that the archers mouth was lapping away. A tattooed arm slunk between his legs to softly grip the hardened flesh, and started to gently pump him. Jesse felt his body slowly coming undone.

    “Ah..f-fuck Darlin’..what are you doing to me?” He moaned, unable to hold back anymore. Hanzo merely hummed continuing his ministrations. When the archer drew back his mouth, his one hand stayed between the cowboys legs, as the other dipped fingers into the lotion. Soon a lean digit circled him before pushing inside. A gluttoral sound escaped McCree. It felt so amazing, and it was literally a dream come true. If the archer really had anything going for him, he knew exactly how to work McCree up. Soon a second digit joined inside him, twisiting and spreading him.

    “You are quite compliant Jesse. I like this side of you.” Hanzo commented, him calling the gunslinger by his first name sending goosebumps across his skin. The fingers crooked and hit a spot, causing Jesse moan louder. “Han…shit…s'good.”

    He heard the archer chuckle, before pulling out the fingers. Jesse’s whimpered at the loss, especially when Hanzo took away the hand stroking him. He didn’t want to ask for more, because the older brother had already gave him more than he ever thought would happen. His head stayed planted into the pillows, unable to exactly look at his friend as he felt movement off the bed. Turning his head tentatively, the gunslingers mouth fell open as he watched Hanzo strip before him. The archer was defined in all the right ways and it only solidified how attracted to him he was. Eyes wandered south, following the line of his hips to the space between the milky thighs. Hanzo was perfect.

    Before he could stop himself, Jesse crooned, “You are a beautiful sight there Hanzo.”

    The other man paused and actually blushed, shaking his head at the compliment. He crawled back into the bed behind Jesse, grabbing the lotion. McCree honestly tried so hard to not imagine what Hanzo was about to do, as he soon felt hands possessively grabbing his waist. All sounds muted as he felt the tip of Hanzo’s cock at his entrance.

    “Would you like me to help further release your tension, and my own Jesse? For I will stop if it’s too much.”

    McCree shook his head. “N-no..please…wanted ya for a while. If this is gonna help stem off some aches, then please Hanzo…” he begged shamelessly. Jesse couldn’t deny it, he wanted the archer to take him, just like all the ways he had in his dreams.

    Hanzo slowly pushed into the tight entrance, relishing is how blissful it felt. For the first time since this started, the Shimada heir moaned, burying himself to the hilt. He paused, waiting for Jesse to adjust, reaching around again to stroke his partners neglected member. Jesse felt full, so damn deliciously full and he slowly rocked back against Hanzo’s hips.

    “F-fuck me…HannyBee..” he begged. Hanzo leaned down to kiss the crook of his neck, and McCree could feel him smile against his skin. “As you wish dear gunslinger.”

    The pace was quick, unforgiving, but everything the two of them wanted. Jesse felt his whole body ignite like fire. Each thrust had him moaning like a bitch in heat and he loved it. “Mm..yes Hanzo. S'good….you’re fucking heaven..”

    A snap of hips pressed Hanzo even deeper inside and the gunslinger arched himself in response. “You are so tight Jesse. Such a good boy for me.” Hanzo cooed, and it made his teammate melt. Who knew the stuffy elder brother had such sugar words?

    The familiar coil in his stomach churned as the perfect pace between thrust and stokes built up.

    “Han…I’m…I ain’t gonna last much longer…”

    Another kiss and then a soft bite to his neck. “Then come for me Jesse. Come and release all that stress you had tucked away. ”

    That was all he needed, moaning louder and louder until he came explosively over Hanzo’s hand and his quilt. It felt so hot, causing his body to shiver. Hanzo fucked him through it, whispering sweet praises that McCree lapped up.

    “Where do you..?” Came the half question and the cowboy knew what Hanzo had meant.

    “In…inside is fine…fill me Hanzo..”

    A deep sink of teeth into his shoulder caused Jesse to groan even more as he felt the archers pace become erratic. “Jesse…gods Jesse!!” he moaned between clenched teeth, releasing deep inside McCree’s tight ass.

    Hanzo slumped against the tanned back, giving a few more gentle thrusts before stilling. The room filled with soft pants for air as Jesse tried to organize his thoughts. It had been a long day, he was offered a back rub from his honest to heavens crush, and then he was fucked sweeter than ever before.

    He felt Hanzo withdrawal and he couldn’t help but sigh at the loss, but his hips fell to the bed. Surely the archer would leave now, and what could McCree even say to this?

    But Hanzo didn’t leave, instead he crawled up beside him. “Move Jesse so we can get beneath the blanket.”

    The cowboy complied, shuffling so they could both burrow beneath the covers. He laid on his side so he could face the archer. “Ya gonna stay then?”

    Hanzo smiled and it took Jesse’s breath away. He was only further neglected from air as the elder Shimada leaned in to kiss him. It was gentle, but caring, and it made the cowboy melt.

    “I am not so cruel of a partner to leave after such a good time Jesse. Besides…” he trailed off, snuggling up closer into the strong arms of the cowboy. “You are warm and I desire sleep.”

    Jesse nodded and placed a tender kiss to that raven head. He wasn’t certain If this moment would lead anywhere but one thing was for sure, Hanzo had magic fingers and was just what he needed to ease away any tension. McCree kissed that head once more, running his hands softly down the pale back, as he felt Hanzo’s breath steady into sleep.

    “Goodnight then Hanzo. Thank you.”

    Cabin// pt.1

    genre: smut (in later parts its full on smut, but in this part it’s just kind of like teasing and watching), fluff, friend!au (kind of?), Masturbastion baekhyun.

    warning: graphic smut,masturbation,  PLEASE USE CONDOMS IN REAL LIFE THIS IS JUST A FANFIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX

    length: idk man, pretty long.

    Authors note: Hey so like, I’ve been thinking about this for the past two weeks and I just needed to write it out so… enjoy!

    pt: 1

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    You looked at him through your window. He was sitting on his bed that was up against his window scrolling through something on his computer. He was your next door neighbor and his room was parallel to yours, so even if you didn’t want to see him, you still could. His name is Baekhyun, and he’s a fucking pain in your ass.

    You and Baekhyun met when you were in the 7th grade. His family moved into the house right next to yours and you both were the same age so your parents found it fit to introduce you too. Immediately you realized he didn’t like you, he would tease you or just flat out ignore you for no reason and continued his actions throughout the years of school. Even though he was mean to you, you couldn’t retaliate, it just wasn’t in you. There was something about him, the difference between the Baekhyun you know and the boy you watch through your window.

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    Chemistry was probably your least favorite class, for reasons 1. you sat next to Baekhyun and felt like you were always on egg shells, and 2. you just weren’t as interested in Chemistry as the rest of your classes.

    “Hey, can you keep for fucking window shut you kept me up all night with your music.” you turned your head to see Baekhyun sitting in his desk right next to yours. “Sorry I was up writing an essay, I didn’t know you could hear it.” You said while looking down at your notes trying to frantically write them down as the teacher was going about lightning speed. “Just close your window tonight so I can actually get some fucking sleep.” he spat back to you while packing up to go our next period.

    As you were walking out the door to try to make it to your locker he bluntly stood infront of you blocking your path. “We have the trip up to the cabin in two days.” he said while staring down at you. “Yeah I know.” you said, looking down at the floor to try to avoid eye contact. “This year since my brother and his girlfriend are coming, we have to share a room.” You quickly look up at his words “Don’t look so surprised, just bring your own blanket, I’m not sharing mine with you.” with that he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.

    Your families got really close after they moved in next door, even sharing holidays like Christmas and thanksgiving with each other. Every year around the middle of Autumn our families take a trip up to Baekhyun’s family’s cabin in the mountains. You and Baekhyun never had to share a room because you always slept in a room with your sister and he with his brother, but since both our siblings left for college last summer your sister wouldn’t be attending this year. So now, you’re stuck sharing the same room and the same bed with Baekhyun.

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    “It gets more and more beautiful every year.” You hear your mom say behind you as you enter the cabin. It is beautiful. The cabin is built with dark stained wood and is flourished with many large windows giving sight to the lake and many trees surrounding it. Its spacious, with 3 decent size bedrooms and a master bedroom in the loft where Baekhyun’s parents sleep.

    You make your way to you and Baekhyun’s shared bedroom, setting your things on the bed. “Please try to keep your shit clean.” you hear a voice pipe up from behind you, making you jump. You turn to see Baekhyun in the doorway, his stuff in hand. You take a good look at him.

    Mean to you or not, Baekhyun is undeniably beautiful. He has dark brown hair that is messy, but in the best way possible. His eyes are hooded and so dark they’re almost black. He has pink lips that are thin but also somehow plump at the same time. His skin is always a light tan during this time of year making him look like a god that stands before you. He moves from the door frame to his side of the bed, walking with such grace, it takes you everything you have to stop staring at him before he notices. You see him look up at you from the corner of your eye while unpacking. “Did you bring your own blanket?” he says to you and you nod. “Good.” and with that he leaves the room.

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    It’s your second night. Last night thing went… how you expected it to. Baekhyun slept as close to the edge as he possibly could and took deep dramatic deep sighs everytime you even attempted to move to get comfortable. Nonetheless sleep wasn’t a thing you really did last night.

    You spent most of today reading and on your computer, catching up on the latest shows Netflix had to offer.

    “Okay you two, we’ll be back tomorrow morning. Behave yourselves.” Baekhyun’s mom said with her overnight bag in hand. Our parents, and now Baekhyun’s brother being old enough, always go to the ski lodge just about a 30 miles away from the cabin for one night and day during the trip to “have some adult relaxing time”, meaning to freely drink away and eat mediocre sea food for a whole night and day. “Y/n, the keys to the car are on the hook. Don’t go anywhere unless it’s an emergency, understand?” Your Dad told you, putting extra emphasis on anywhere. “Got it. We’ll see you tomorrow night.” You said standing from your seat to give everyone a quick hug goodbye. And they left. Leaving you alone for a whole night, and a whole day with Baekhyun. What are you going to do for that whole time?

    You decided since it was late anyway, that going to sleep would be your best option on trying to get through the night. As you entered the room you saw that Baekhyun had the same idea. So you just crawled into bed, willingly letting sleep wash over you.

    You woke up about 45 minutes later by your blanket being pulled. You turn over to see Baekhyun as the culprit. “What are you doing?” You ask in a half whisper. Baekhyun responded by scooting closer to you, kind of taking you by surprise. “It’s freezing I can barely feel my toes.” his teeth were chattering as he spoke. As you woke up more you realized you were also freezing. “Okay.” was all you said and you scooted an inch closer to him. You gasped when he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest. “Sorry, it’s fucking freezing.” he said again. He evenly spread both blankets over the two of you and made sure to wrap his legs around yours. You were frozen, you didn’t know what to do except for to lay there. Minutes passed, and when you saw that he had  finally fallen asleep you relaxed a bit. He was wearing a black t-shirt and some grey sweats, and somehow managed to still look good. His hair was tossed and lips parted as he slept. He had both hands wrapped around your waist joining together at your back while your hands were placed on his chest. He smelled of a husky lavender and his chest felt so prominent under your touch, you laid there feeling how his chest rose and fell. You had never even given him a hug let alone been this close to him before. “You can stop staring at me now and go to sleep.” You heard him saying in a deep sleeping voice. You tensed. How the hell did he know you were staring at him? You didn’t know what to say, “Goodnight.” was all you could manage to get out before trying your best to let sleep take over you once again.

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    You woke up to Baekhyun basically suffocating you. His legs locked around yours and his arms constricted around your shoulders and waist. You tried to move but he only shifted a little and squeezed you tighter. “Baekhyun. Baekhyun.” you whispered while tapping his chest a few times. He took a deep breath, finally waking up. “Baekhyun, you’re suffocating me”, he opened his eyes fully and looked down at you. He must’ve found it amusing because he loosened his grip and then let go with a little giggle, “sorry. you’re comfortable.” he spoke in a raspy morning voice, still smiling. Finally able to breath you giggled along, “don’t know if I can say the same about you.” He laughed as he stretched his limbs. “What do you want for breakfast?” You asked turning to him.’Holy shit’. Was honestly all you could think as he sat up. The morning light hit him perfectly; his tan skin glowing and arms flexing as he stretched a second time. All you could do was hold your breath and force yourself to rip your eyes away from him. “There’s pancake mix in the pantry, do you want me to make them?” he said as he turned to you with a light smile. It finally occurred to you that he was being nice for once, actually the first time you’ve ever seen him be nice to you. You nod and he gets up, heading to the kitchen. Everything just seemed… brighter.

    You take a quick shower before joining Baekhyun in the kitchen. When you entered he was sitting at the small circle table in front of the large window displaying the beautiful redwood trees eating a stack of pancakes. When he looked up at you his eyes traveled up and down your figure, you were wearing a light grey tank top with a pair of pajama pants sitting at your hips. As you saw his actions you felt your face heat up and immediately regretted your choice of clothes. There was another plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice sitting in front of the seat across from him, assuming they’re for you, you walk over and sit down in the small wooden dining chair. “Okay wait. Everyone that has ever ate my pancakes says they’re the best damn pancakes on the planet. So you have to tell me what you think, okay?” His eyes were piercing you with pure anticipation as you took a bite. And then another. And then another. “So?” He looked so nervous for your answer, it was actually quite adorable.  You sighed, “I didn’t want to admit it… but these are the best damn pancakes on the planet.” to say he was smiling ear to ear at your words was an understatement. You took another bite, they really were the best pancakes you had ever eaten. “What do you want to do today?” his words shocked you; sure he had been nice all morning, but you really didn’t expect for it to last throughout the day. “Uhmm, I don’t know. We could go swimming?” You said, taking a swig of orange juice. “Yeah, let me go take a shower. I’ll be like 10 minutes.” he stood from the table bringing his dishes to the sink “don’t worry about that, go shower.” you exclaimed while in mid bite. He gave you a small thanks before heading to the bathroom.

    As you were finishing washing the dishes, you couldn’t help but think about how everything felt so flipped. Baekhyun was never nice to you, in fact he had never been nice to you once since the day you met him. Why today? You kept thinking about it as you made your way back to the bedroom. Suddenly the bathroom door in the hall just right to you opens, a wet Baekhyun stands in the frame of the door. His hair was wet and hanging over his right eye and you really couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over the rest of his figure. His towel hung loosely from his hips, he had a six pack like none other. His body was made of pure lean muscle with water droplets traveling down it. When you looked back up to meet his gaze, his lips were curled into a smirk. You hurriedly walked, or practically ran, back to your room. Oh god. OH GOD. The last time you saw Baekhyun shirtless was your last trip to the cabin and he did not have that body, not at all. You could barely breath, not only because his body was heavenly, but because he caught you staring at it. For your own sanity you decided to get ready to go swimming instead of thinking about Baekhyun’s body.

    When you finally put on your black bathing suit you put on some jean shorts with a simple white t-shirt over and headed to the living room. Baekhyun was standing there, still with only his towel on, “I’ve been waiting for you so I can put on my trunks. Hold on, I’ll only be a minute.” he said to you while you were basically eyeing the floor down trying to avoid eye contact. He returned about a minute later with black swim trunks and the plain black t-shirt he had worn to bed the night before. “You ready?” to which you nodded.

    When you stepped outside Baekhyun started walking the opposite direction of the lake that was no more than 20 feet away. “Where are you going? The lake is right there.” He turned around “you don’t think I know that? Come on.” he gestured for you to follow him and you complied by going to his side to see where he was going to take you.

    After about 20 minutes of walking through the literal woods, you came across a beautiful small body of water. On one side it had a wall of rock with moss and water falling from it creating a small water fall. It was surrounded by small flowers and you could see the water was clear and clean. “My brother and I used to come swim here when we were little. I’ve never seen anyone else here, it’s kind of like our secret.” Baekhyun uttered while looking at the water in remembrance. He was the first to remove his shirt and shoes to step into the water and you followed soon after, still taking in the beauty of the scenery around you. When you looked down into the water, Baekhyun was fixated on your body, following every curve until he met your eyes and quickly looked away. Your face was on fire, you quickly stepped into the water so he couldn’t see you. You both had a fun time, swimming around, splashing each other, having an actual good time with Byun Baekhyun.

    On your way back to the cabin you realized you had nothing to cook for lunch, “hey I’m gonna go to the grocery store. There’s nothing to eat for lunch, do you want anything specific?” you asked him still walking towards the now visible house. “Get me milky way will you?” you laughed at his choice and quickly ran inside to grab the car keys. “I’m gonna take a nap I’m so tired.” he exclaimed, heading to the room. “Okay, I’ll be back in like 30 minutes. I’ll be quiet when I come in.” He nodded and disappeared into the hallway that leads to the rooms.

    On your way back to the cabin pissed that you drove to the store and it ended up being closed due to the fact that it’s Sunday. You cursed yourself as you parked the car. You assumed that Baekhyun had already fell asleep so you walked in as quietly as you could manage. Sitting on the couch, you were about to open your laptop when you heard it. A low moan coming from the bedroom, followed by another soon after. Something brought you to your feet and now you found yourself tiptoeing towards the room. The door was cracked a few inches, giving direct sight to the bed. That’s when you see him. His head is thrown back, mouth slightly parted allowing more moans to slip past his lips. As your eyes travel farther down you see that his hand is wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it at a medium pace. You focus on his cock, the tip is swollen red and glistening from his precum. His slender fingers travel up just to come back down. You should not be watching this, you should not keep watching this. You’re trying to convince yourself to turn around and walk away when your name falls from his lips in a moan. He was thinking of you. He said it again soon followed by another moan. You can’t help the wetness that’s taking over between your legs. Your heartbeat is in your clit, pounding and begging for some friction. You unbutton your shorts and let your hand travel into your panties. You find your clit and sigh as you relieve some tension. ‘This is wrong’ you keep telling yourself, but can’t break your eyes away from the sight in front of you. He speeds up his movements trying to chase his release. Your legs are shaking from how turned on you’ve become, you’ve never wanted someone so badly in your life. Baehyun’s breath become ragged, his hand movements becoming sloppier and sloppier, you’re also on the brink of your release as you rub your clit to try to match the speed of his hand. “Fuckk y/n”, that’s all it takes for you to be covering your mouth trying to ride out your orgasm while watching him the best you can. He releases a series of high pitch moans, and with his head thrown back he cums while moaning your name. When he rides out his release he relaxes, laying there with his eyes closed. You decide that this would be a good time to fake your coming home.

    You open and close the front door and make sure to jingle the keys to let him know that you’re home. You hear frantic rustling from the bedroom, until he emerges. “Hey, why are you home so soon? Where my Milky Way?” he stands there with a fake pout and his arms crossed. “ The store was closed because it’s Sunday. I tried to drive around to see if I could find another one that was open but I couldn’t. Guess were having pb&j’s for lunch.” he smiled at the suggestion. “good enough for me.” he departed for the kitchen. “Hey, I thought you were gonna take nap.” you tried to sound like you didn’t know that he was just rubbing one off to you. “Couldn’t sleep.” When you were just about to say something Baekhyun’s phone started to ring.

    “Hey mom. Yeah were okay. PB&J’s. We had pancakes. Yes I made the pancakes. We’re doing fine. No were not gonna do that today. Okay Mom. What? Another couple days? Yeah that’s fine. Okay. I love you too. Okay bye.” He ended the call and looked at you, “I guess the lodge is having some kind of autumn retreat, and they all want to stay for a couple more days. So it’s just you and me until Friday.”