twinkle fingers


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Fluff, angst, PMS, period talk, swearing


A sharp pain wakes you from a peaceful sleep, and before you even open your eyes you know what it is. Your period was a week early. ‘Fucking great,’ you think. Another stab of pain comes from your uterus and it makes you groan. This month seemed to be worse than usual, your mother did always say that extensive exercise made cramps worse. And with the Avengers increasing your work out load, in order to get ready for starting missions, your body was proving your mothers words right.

You quickly jump out of bed, knowing that once you stood it was a race between you, time and gravity. And you really didn’t want to ruin your favourite PJ pants.

Luckily, you won this time. Breathing a sigh of relief, you suddenly clutch at your abdomen; another cramp. You could already tell that this week was gonna suck, you were going to be moody, constantly hungry and probably in a lot of pain for the next few days.

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aspendailies  asked:

Ok but bts gang au?? I've read a few of these (there needs to be more) but the paintball just inspired me more?? Rapmon is the leader of the team cause he's amazing and Yoongi is his right hand man. Jin is the spy that goes undercover in all the big companies and hobi is the sweet but deadly hand-to-hand combat guy. Taetae is the sweet-talker and deals with kidnapping and works with jin. Jimin is the master sniper and can kill without looking and kookie is just the all-around prodigy pls help

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jimin // Jungkook // Suga // V // Rap Monster


Words: 4184

You brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip from it before placing it back down and popping out your joints. The dress you wore for tonight was tight,red, loud. After the blind date you’d just been released from, you found yourself in the sleaziest bar you could find. A university student trying to become a 4th grade teacher…interesting. It wasn’t something you needed in your life, and you were bored to death by the way he had tried to get you to suck him off in the least subtle way. Still, you knew the moment you stood up you were finished with his existence and would not call him back. You made a mental note to text your friend who’d only intended for you to be with the best.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here at this time of night?” A voice purred at you, and you knew it was only a matter of time until you had to punch someone just to have a simple drink.

You turned, noticing the face was not only unattractive, but beaten up and bruised as well. You picked up your drink again, taking a big swig from it and placing it down.

“Not interested,” you shot him a look. The alcohol on his breath informed you that he was absolutely smashed, and you just hoped someone was around to save you when he got in your face.

“Alright, that’s fine. Got a bitch on my hands thinking you’re too good for everyone?”

“She said she wasn’t interested, buddy.” A voice caught your attention, and it made the sleazy man turn around and stare. His hair was a fading orange color, the kind of a sunset hanging over the horizon in the middle of winter. He had his elbow laying on the bar counter, and chin on his hand. The man winked in your direction, twinkling his fingers from his free hand towards you.

“Who are y- Jimin…” The sleazy one halted his words, eyes growing wide and hands hanging up in the air as if he were about to be arrested. The one known as Jimin rose from his seat, rolling out his shoulders and cracking his neck.

“Look man, I don’t want any trouble.” The man said, backing away slightly. Perhaps Jimin was bar security? No, that would mean he was drinking on the job. In most cases, that would be entirely unacceptable. You weren’t doubting it wasn’t here, either.

Once the man was clearly out of sight, Jimin sat down beside you. He slid his drink next to you, clinking both glasses together before he took it down like a shot. You watched his face pucker up in satisfaction, before exhaling loudly and slamming his glass down.

“Come here often?”

“That’s so cheesy.” You muttered, turning away and smiling to yourself.

“Oh, alright. You don’t like that? Sorry for wasting your time.”

You turned quickly, hand tightening in his leather jacket. “Don’t go, what if someone tries to catcall me again and you’re not around to save me?”

He didn’t have to turn around for you to know he was smiling. Jimin sat back in his chair, waving for the bar tender to bring another drink around. He gave Jimin a sour look, placing the almost empty bottle in front of him.

“You going to pay for your tab soon, Jimin?”

“Aw, don’t be like that. I always pay for my tab whenever Joonie makes it big. We got a big drug bust soon, buddy. I’m the main player this time.”

“If you die I’m telling Namjoon you owe almost 700 fucking dollars in booze.” The bartender snapped, opening the cap of the alcohol and pouring the rest of the contents in his cup. Jimin waved him off.

“What’ll he do, kill me again? Not likely, pal.”

The bartender disappeared to the other side of the joint, leaving you and Jimin alone. It sounded as if Jimin was a cop, but you weren’t so sure.

“So you’re like…a cop? Is that why that dumb ass was so scared of you?”

Jimin broke into hysterical laughter, slapping the table with the flat of his palm. You weren’t sure what was the reason he was laughing for, but for some reason you laughed along. His face was suddenly serene, totally expressionless and hardened.

“Quite the opposite, babe.”

Your heart was beating in your throat. The opposite? “You…break the law?”

“Do I?” He took another swig of his drink, downing the whole glass in one go. Staring at him for a long moment, you realized you had to get to know him better. It wasn’t because you wanted too, it was because you definitely needed to know him. You shuffled your bar stool closer to him, downing your whole drink and struggling to swallow it. Jimin snorted slightly, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“Long night, sweet heart?”

Just the way he said sweet heart sent shivers down your spine. It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d said it, no way. He probably called every female he met sweet heart, so you tried not to let it affect you too much.

“Mm, something like that…” You contemplated telling a complete stranger about your cliche blind date with the most boring man on Earth, but decided it would make you sound like the most stuck up bitch in the universe. Laughing, Jimin looked up at you under his lashes.

“Let me guess…he’s tall, good looking, but the most boring sack of shit you’ve ever seen in your life? Doesn’t know how to have a good party? Takes everything too seriously?”

Your eyes met his in a daze, and you seriously thought he could read your mind. He’d guessed everything after a simple glance. No way, no way.

“How did you know?”

“Sniper’s intuition.” He grinned back, looking towards the dimly lit bar in front of the two of you. Only a few people stood around, playing pool. Others danced hazily to the background music that was deeply fading because of how loud the voices were.

“Is that even real?” You accused with a deep laugh, swiping your tongue against your bottom lip. Now you could definitely understand why the word sweet heart sounded like an everyday name to him. You flicked hair out of your face, flashing him a grin.

“No, I just made it up to hear your laugh. It’s exactly how I thought it would sound.”

“Oh, and how’s that?” You challenged, with a hint of determination flitting your tongue. Just the way his eyes darkened, you knew you were in for a ride.


“You should ask for people’s names before getting straight to the hand holding, you know.” You teased him, lazily dropping your chin into your hand. He mimicked you, playing with a strand of your hair nonchalantly.

“It’s a pleasure, but if I tell you my name I’ll have to kill you after.”

“Didn’t I hear that man over there say it? What was it, Jiman? Jimin?” You feigned innocence, pretending to pronounce his name wrong. All it did was make him smile brighter.

“Nice try, sweet heart. Don’t pretend you didn’t remember my name right when he spoke it. Will you tell me you’re name?”

You did. You told him your name, and he raised a brow.

“A beautiful name to match a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, stop. The cliche’s are getting a little out of hand now.” You had to admit, it was a charm you were beginning to fall for.

“You’d be wishing I was only full of cliche’s after figure out my actual occupation.” He turned away from you, hopping off of his seat. For a moment your heart left your chest, and you were afraid he was going to leave, but he didn’t. He turned your stool around to face him, before spreading both of your legs and stepping between them. For some reason you didn’t stop him once both warm hands were placed on your knee caps. Jimin leaned in close to your ear, his breath tickling the lobe.

“What do you do?” You breathed, placing a hand firmly on his chest. Even through the simple t-shirt, you could feel the tight pecs.

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?” He murmured back, and for a moment it felt as if his lips grazed just beside your ear, but you couldn’t be sure if it was an accident or totally not. In frustration, you decided it was purely an accident he wouldn’t admit too. Jimin pulled away, backing up slightly. This time, you could tell he had the intention of leaving.

“Wait!” You called after him. He paused, a sly smirk resting on his beautiful lips.

“I want to see you again.” You hoped he would give you his number, or perhaps promise to meet you again soon in a different setting, a nicer, less sexual time where both of you weren’t slightly buzzed and teasing.

“You don’t,” he said firmly, narrowing his eyes. You came toward him once more, walking with him as he moved backwards. You held onto both of his shoulders to swerve around drunk people swaying to crusty music.

“Don’t tell me what I want,” you shot back, and he pushed you against the bar counter.

“You don’t know anything about me, and you don’t want too, trust me. I’m not the kind of guy ready to hand out numbers no matter how killer a girls rack is. Your rack is pretty killer, if I do say so myself. Still, getting involved with me is dangerous.”

Dangerous…The word flew through your mind in hundreds of different ways. He was definitely not the kind of guy your mom would approve of, no way. He was exactly what you were looking for.

“Come on, Jimin.” You purred, trying to keep from hyperventilating at the utter nearness. He watched you with curiosity as you placed a hand on his chin, cupping it. “Am I really not that interesting to you? Do you seriously never want to see me again?”

You were trying too hard, you knew. There was no denying cold hard facts. Jimin’s face grew the all to familiar grin, even after barely knowing him over an hour. He shyly looked into your eyes, placing his large fingers around your wrist to get your hand off of his chin. Once finished with that, his hand cupped your chin, except much harder than you ever anticipated.

“I kill people,” he murmured delicately, biting his bottom lip. A shrill of panic ran through you, and Jimin seemed to note it by the way his eyes flickered. The expression on his face told you for some reason he was sad, and you ignored the jarring pain aching along your jaw.

Your fingers tangled in his shirt, and you stared at him as seriously as you could with squished fish lips.

“I trust that you won’t kill me.” You answered firmly, waiting for Jimin’s reply. His eyes watched your intently for a moment, before he dropped his hand and backed away. Jimin began to laugh, holding both hands up in defeat. The laugh was obviously forced, but you could also tell he sounded relieved.

“You’re quite the interesting girl, huh?” He pulled his phone from his pocket, handing it to you. You put your number in quickly, writing your name into the top. After pressing enter, you pulled free your phone, but Jimin was walking away.

“Jimin!” You called again. Without turning around, he waved.

“I’ll call you when I need too. It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

It had been weeks since your encounter with Jimin, and not once had he even texted you. It was a shame, especially since you were hoping with all your might he’d gained a speck of interest in you. Still, you had to move on with your life.

It was 3 AM when your eyes snapped open from the loud ringing of your phone. Nothing more than irritation rattled at your bones, causing you to lean over to your night stand and grab for it. Your eyes burned at the sudden brightness your phone directed quite rudely into your face. The number read unknown, and you, for some reason, still answered.

“Mm, hello?” Your groggy, hoarse voice mumbled into the phone. A throaty chuckle alarmed you, sending you shooting up into a sitting position.

“Sleeping already?” Jimin’s voice shot through the receiving side of the phone, and you didn’t feel any sort of happiness.

“First of all, it’s 3 AM and what the fuck?” You snapped, turning on the nearest lamp. You made a mental note to save the number into your phone, despite overflowing in anger.

“Miss me? Are you at home?”

“Obviously, where else do I sleep? No, where else do you sleep?”

“Confidential, sorry.” You could tell he was grinning, but you didn’t care.

“You haven’t called me for weeks, you asshole. You could’ve at least called at a reasonable hour, I have work tomorrow!” You pulled the phone away from your ear, pressing the red button and hanging up. Settling back into bed, you shove your blankets over your head in frustration. There was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep after being awoken by that jerk. He definitely had no interest in you, so there was no point wasting your time with him.

Your phone rang again, and once spotting it was still the unknown number, you didn’t answer it. Although your finger was hesitating on the button…you could just answer and tell him off again…

No! You picked up your phone and turned it off altogether. Jimin could sweat it out. He had no idea how to properly treat a love interest, so you wouldn’t treat him well, either.

You left your dim room and went to the kitchen, angrily flicking on the electric tea kettle. Water began to boil up quickly, and you couldn’t get the image of Jimin grinning at you to leave your mind. Leaving your completely boiled water, you went back to your bed and turned your phone on once more. Right as you did that, you noticed you had another incoming call from Jimin.

Answering, you held the phone to your ear once more. “Stop calling, it’s obvious you’re not interested in anything besides my boobs!” You snapped, about to hang up, but Jimin’s voice forced you to stop yourself.

“Hold on, wait!” He shouted into the phone. “What’s your address, I’ll make it up to you.”

Instinctively, you looked down at yourself. The clothes you bore were simply a pale blue pair of pajama bottom’s, and a white tank top stained with coffee. You were not at all prepared for someone like him to come over and see the mess that was you.

“I’m not telling you my address.”

“I have a friend who knows how to track, sweet heart.” Jimin chuckled into the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.”

“Jimin!” You groaned, but he’d already hung up. Your apartment was cleaned enough, but you were a mess. You went to your room, flinging off your pajama’s and putting on something a little more appropriate for him. Although it was still definitely not your best idea of a first date look, you weren’t willing to put anything besides a sweater and some leggings on.

A wrap on your door brought you back to your senses, and you went over to answer it. The look Jimin shot you made you believe he was trying his hardest not to laugh at the way you looked.

“Cute,” he commented sweetly. You balled your hand up into a fist, until realizing he was covered in red splotches.

“Oh my god, Jimin.” You gasped. “You’re covered in blood!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled innocently. “Most of it’s not mine. I had to do some dirty work for Joonie today. I seriously thought I was about to die. When I didn’t, I called you. For some reason after that, I wanted to…hear your voice…I guess?”

You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, taking in the smell of stale blood wafting from him. How could Jimin come here looking like that? His expression dropped to his clothes, before looking up at you with an expression of disdain.

“I told you,” he murmured quietly. “I already told you what I do for work…”

“How could you come here looking like that?” You accused, holding out a hand when he attempted to near you. You noticed the way one of his jacket pocket’s weighed down more than the other. Possibly a gun?

“I told you, I only thought of you after thinking I was going to die! I didn’t just want to end where we left off like that.”

You were quiet for a moment, startled at the way he seemed to be speaking entirely different. You had told him you trusted him, but it wasn’t about that. Seeing him like this, a bloody, bruised mess, made you scared. The way he spoke of thinking he was going to die scared you even more. You neared him, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.

“Take off your shirt…I have a first aid kit in the bathroom. Come on.”

“I thought you were scared.” He was pouting, looking like a little kid. You brushed hair away from his forehead, finding a cut on him that was one of the main sources of blood all over his face.

“Not scared, utterly disgusted. I’m not someone who needs to be killed by what…the fucking mafia? I don’t do drugs, or murder people.”

His voice grew quiet, and Jimin took hold of both of your wrists. “That’s why I didn’t want to get involved with you.”

“Because I’m too innocent for you?” You shot back, sitting him down in your dining room. He looked up at you, and shook his head.

“You’re too good, I mean. A good girl, with a pretty nice apartment. You’ve got an easy going life that would just be weighed down by me if anyone found out we were together.”

“That’s not really for you to decide, is it?” You murmured, a slight smile forming against your lips. His eyes flashed darkly towards yours.

“Be right back,” you motioned for him to wait, before disappearing into the bathroom. You dampened a wash cloth to get rid of any blood, before grabbing your first aid kit and bringing it out. Upon return, you noticed Jimin’s discarded bloody shirt on your table, and him pouring the now boiled water into two cups with teabags in them. His back profile was covered in bruises, and plenty of scars. He turned around after placing the electric kettle down, and could barely look you in the eye. That definitely was not the Jimin you had met all those weeks ago.

“We got a new kid the other week, so I’ve been busy. He’s got to learn the basics somehow, we’re just trying to figure out what his specialty is. Seems like he’s good at it all.” He shrugged, slumping over in the chair and staring at your feet.

“You work for a company of…assassins?”

“Mm, no. A gang. BTS.”

“Never heard of them,” you deadpanned, causing him to laugh.

“It’s because you’re a good girl.”

You picked up his face with both hands, forcing him to watch as you patched him up. “Keep your head up, would you? God, if you went over to an actual good girl’s house she would’ve called the cops on your ass by now.”

“I know, which is why I’m waiting for them to show up.” He responded in a serious voice, making you pinch his cheek.

“I didn’t call the cops. You think I can’t handle myself?” You snort, beginning to wipe blood from the places that weren’t injured. His eyes closed, and he leaned into the warmth.

“It’s not that…I just definitely thought you’d call the cops to get me to leave you alone. I was afraid you would tell me you never wanted to see me again.”

“You, afraid?” You laughed over exaggeratedly, gaining a glare from him. It wasn’t long before he was smiling, too, until you ended up pressing your thumb against the cut on his forehead.

“Ow, shit…”

“Oh, sorry, sorry! Who did this to you? Wait, let me guess, confidential?”

“The new kid. He didn’t know when to stop, and some of the other guys had to haul his ass off me before he finally understood I was about to get killed. That kid’s a fucking machine.”

“Are you sure you’re not just old?” You grinned, and he shook his head.

“No way in hell. I’m 20.”

“No way,” you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. His eyes shot open, before he grinned.

“How old are you?”

“22…” You breathed, earning a laugh from him. You could’ve sworn he was at least 25, but in truth he was younger than you. 

“No big deal, right? It’s only 2 years, noona.”

“If you call me that I’ll cut your face off.” You warned, cupping his chin so tightly you were sure his jaw would snap off. Jimin held up both hands in defeat, flinching in pain. You let go of him after spotting the cut on his neck.

“God, don’t ever look at that kid again…” You groaned, wiping the rest of the blood away from his chest. Jimin’s hands held your hips to keep himself steady, and his face twisted in pain after you began patting a cotton swab with disinfectant against his forehead.

“Can I come here whenever I need Hello Kitty band-aids all over me?”

“If you come here again without getting my consent I’ll kick you out the window.” You didn’t mean it, you really seemed to be enjoying Jimin’s company. Despite being vaguely aware he’s in a gang, you still wanted to be the one to see him at his worst, so you could clean him up and bring him back to looking pretty.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he winked, hands tightening when you went to his neck to disinfect it.

“Stop moving,” you ordered every time he flinched. “You’re weak as hell.”

“Weak as hell? I’ll have you know I’m one of the deadliest shot’s out of every gang I’ve ever encountered.”

“Oh, congratulations,” you slapped a hand on his back, earning a groan. “You can shoot a gun at a far away distance, really, congratulations!”

“You’re going to regret that,” he growled, standing up. For a moment, he placed a hand against his head and blinked his eyes heavily. Jimin teetered to the left, and then backwards.

“Jimin-” You gasped, wrapping your arms around him. The both of you hit the ground with a thud, and Jimin groaned. Both of your hands were being crushed by his weight and yours together, but you had to make sure he was alright first.

“Jimin, Jimin get up. Jimin, please… I’ll have to call an ambu-”

“Do not!” He snapped, sitting up. Jimin unlatched both hands from around him, and you acted as though nothing was wrong. In reality, both of your hands burned and ached, and you couldn’t move your baby finger without wanting to cry. You shook them out in front of you, but nothing happened besides more pain.

“I’ll go to jail if I go to the hospital, so don’t ever call any sort of that shit, even if I’m this fucking close to dying.”

You sighed, shakily getting up to your feet and holding out a hand. He took it, slowly getting up and crumbling back into the chair.

“Jimin…” You ignored the pain in your hands, placing one against his cheek. “Take a fucking chill pill. I have Advil, but I doubt that’ll get rid of anything besides a headache and maybe dizziness. Want some?”

“Mm,” he responded in a sheepish voice, and you collected the warm tea and two pills. Jimin downed them dry, only leisurely taking a swig of tea minutes later. You finished patching him up, helping him into a standing position and bringing him to your sofa. After Jimin laid himself down in it, you knelt onto the floor beside him.

“Stay here tonight, okay? I’ll make breakfast tomorrow, and - what?” He was giving you a look that read he was displeased with something, but you honestly couldn’t tell at all. Jimin shook his head quickly.

“I’m just embarrassed you have to see me like this. Shit, there goes my tough guy facade.”

You rolled your eyes, beginning to blink heavier in tiredness. “I like being able to see this part of you, even though it’s morbid… I want to see all the sides of you. Will you let me?”

“Only if you sleep here with me.” His eyes closed, and all you felt was him pulling you against his body. Jimin allowed you to lay your head down on his arm, as you both peacefully drifted off into a deep sleep.

stargazer [frank castle]

frank takes you out to the desert for some stargazing.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup

warnings: none!

additional notes: wow it’s been a while. i know nobody asked for frank but i love him so here he is. i wish there were more gifs of frank!

You rolled over onto your back, face turned upward to the sky, and Frank decided right then and there that you were lovely.

Well, he had decided you were beautiful a long time ago, but only now, lying out under the stars, could he think of more words to describe you—lovely, stunning, angelic—words that exceeded his usual day-to-day vernacular, words that would make you poke and tease him for how Shakespearean they sounded, words that still didn’t seem to quite capture how soft your skin felt against his calloused fingers, the twinkle in your eye when you were up to something, or how your kisses always left him slightly breathless. Frank didn’t have a really extensive vocabulary—he wasn’t very talkative to begin with—but what he couldn’t express through words, he expressed through touch, through simple services like making you breakfast, washing your hair, and it seemed to be enough for you.

“We should just come out here every night,” you sighed dreamily.

“Mmm,” Frank hummed in response. He agreed that you and he should take road trips out into the desert more often, should stay outdoors and stargaze every night when the two of you could, but his focus was still on you, always on you. Not on the impossible number of stars in the sky, or on how the starlight gave the sand around you a faint gray glow. You were wearing sweatpants and three layers of shirts—a singlet, a Henley, and a sweatshirt—and he still found himself wondering if you were cold.

You turned your head toward him, grinning when you found him staring at you. “What? Something on my face?”

That grin of yours was contagious, and he found himself looking at you with that smile—well, more of a smirk—that he reserved just for you. “Just enjoying the view, s’all, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice raspy with disuse. “You put these stars to shame.”

You snorted and rolled onto your side, scooting across the blanket until you were curled up against him. As usual, you fit perfectly, his arm around your shoulders, your legs tangled with his. “That’s cute,” you mumbled, yawning. “You think of that yourself?”

Frank grunted a laugh. “I only ever turn into a poet around you. It’s a little scary. If you would quit looking so damn stunning, or treating me so good…”

“Never,” you grumbled, poking him in the jaw indignantly. “Maybe I wouldn’t look so good if you would quit being such a damn saint, Mr. Castle…”

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “Not a chance, beautiful.” He pulled you closer with one arm until you were half-draped across his chest. “Not a chance.”

If and Then || Seokjin || Pt. 7

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 //

Word Count: 4334

Genre: romance, angst, fluff, single-parent au

Summary: Some days you wonder how your life would be like had you not left the alter.   (gif credit)

Namjoon has everything; looks, smarts, manners, charm. What he doesn’t have though, is luck. Kim Namjoon was not the luckiest person. He had gotten through life by being clever and witty and he prided himself in that. He worked. But in being unlucky, he had developed a sort of sixth sense that helped him in the world. He always had a good feel as to whether or not something bad was going to happen. And from the moment Namjoon woke up, to the moment he hopped into his car he had a bad feeling.

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Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Words: 3.2K

Summary: After you and Sebastian have had a little too much to drink and he decides to brings up a heated scene you were offered to film with him few years ago, things that you both have been dreaming about for years starts to become true.

Warnings: Just pure and all the way sinful SMUT. Dirty talk & so, so much swearing. Oral- and unprotected sex.

A/N: Oh my god what’s happening to me haha. The plot is not even making any sense, but I just really needed to write some smut and well, this happened. As my defense I’m just going to say that I had been living like the most dedicated nun for over a week before writing this one. Just – oh god. I hope you enjoy, lmao.

Originally posted by agent-peggy

Giggling, you pushed open the hotel room’s door, Sebastian staggering right after you, half empty bottle of champagne in his hand and a mischievous grin on his slightly flushed face.

”Welcome to my humble home,” the brunet chuckled, taking a sip from the bottle before collapsing to the huge, king-sized bed at the middle of the even huger room. Vivid laughing filling the air, you spun around, trying to have a glance of every little detail of everything but humble suite.

You laughed, taking support from the edge of the bed to stop your head from spinning. ”And this is humble to you?”

”If you would have said yes to my offer all those years ago,” Sebastian raised the bottle in his hand, his eyes twinkling in the dark lighting, ”all of this could be yours.”

Rolling your eyes, you fell to the bed right next to the man, causing his smile to grow even wider.

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#131 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “one about the girl not liking to cuddle and van at first being like ‘yeah it’s corny’ and agreeing with you but one night when he thinks your asleep he pulls you in for a cuddle and when he gets caught he’s all embarrassed and flustered about it”

Warm fuzzies were not your area of expertise. It’s not like you were cold; you were full of love and life and all your friends were very aware of that. However, you were also emotional independent, and didn’t rely on verbal reassurance or physical acts to know everything was okay. That, combined with the lust-driven meeting of you and Van, and the summer heat plaguing everyone’s houses, meant cuddling was never a requirement.

Van’s hands were under your jacket and in your pants before you even got home on the night you met. Your thighs were sticking to the fake leather of the taxi’s back seat, and they were pushed apart by his exploring fingers. He didn’t seem to mind the judging glances in the rear view mirror. Van tipped well, maybe to make up for the show, maybe he would have anyway. Inside, on the messy sheets of your bed, you fucked hard. Hours later, you got up returned with glasses of water. Van was already asleep, and you watched him for a minute, brushing the hair away from his face and tucking it behind his ear. Evidently, he was not a cuddler either, and you were happy.

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Welcome Home - Pentagon Yuto Smut Scenario



The first thing you did when you got off the plane after your long flight was take a huge breath of the air, unwinding in the familiar smells of the city you’d lived in for the past three years. After spending the past month visiting family in Toronto, you were glad to at last be on home turf, in a city you could easily recognise and navigate. Travelling to foreign places could be stressful, and being home meant you could finally relax.

The next thing you did was wait. And wait. And wait.

The airport was far from a peaceful and empty place that afternoon. Families, couples and solo travellers swarmed the terminal, weaving around each other in an unofficial rhythm that had left you bruised and confused after trying to follow it. There seemed to be more people about than tiles in the floor, and the crush of bodies at the luggage collection bay had you standing and waiting for the most part of an hour for it to clear.

Your phone beeped. An incoming text, most likely, from the boyfriend you were supposed to meet thirty minutes ago. Sure enough, you unlocked your phone and there was a message from Yuto.

Yuto 💕: where are you??

You smiled, knowing you weren’t the only one missing the long cuddles and numerous tiny kisses that had been a regular evening occurrence. Your fingers were a blur as they tapped out your answer.

Y/N: the luggage area is really busy right now :/ you might have to wait a little longer

Barely a minute passed before two more texts came through.

Yuto 💕: I miss you though

Yuto 💕: I don’t want to wait

You found the messages to be rather sweet, nearly giggling aloud in flattered amusement. It was rare that Yuto allowed himself to appear cute in this way; he preferred to maintain a ‘cooler’ persona around you, despite you knowing already that deep down he was really just a huge cuddle bug.

The crowd around the luggage collection area finally began to dissolve, the lull between arrivals when no large flights were landing. You clicked off your phone and slid it into your pocket, darting between people. Yuto may have wanted an immediate response, but he’d have to suck it up and wait if he wanted you home sooner over later.

With your luggage now recovered, you followed the signs to the exit, rushing for the taxi bay. Admittedly, you were rather eager to get home to your apartment. But of course, the taxi bay was busy too. It looked like there’d be another long wait in store.

Sighing in defeat, you fetched your phone back out of your pocket, shooting back a couple of texts to Yuto while you started the second round of standing and doing nothing.

Y/N: you should’ve come to pick me up if you wanted to see me sooner

Y/N: taxis are busy too, don’t expect me home any time in the next hour at this rate

Yuto 💕: but I need you now :( it’s been so long since I got to touch you

Oh. Of course, he wasn’t just flirting. The tone of his comment, though written and not spoken, sent evil tingles wandering through your stomach. No innocence was featured in his words. Or, at least, you hoped it was that way.

Thirty minutes and forty rounds of Angry Birds later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were hardly surprised to see Yuto standing behind you.

“Hi,” he smiled, taking in your interesting fashion choices. You’d barely had time to get ready before your flight that morning, so your outfit was a mishmash of whatever you’d picked up first. You feigned nonchalance, shrugging to hide your embarrassment.

“Hi,” you said back, twinkling your fingers in a gentle wave. There was a short silence, as neither of you knew what to say, and then he leant down and kissed you.It was only for a moment, but the brief contact had you biting your lip to restrain yourself as he pulled back. He winked at you, but immediately busied himself with scooping up your luggage from where it rested on the filthy concrete at your feet.

“I’ve come to take you home,” he said. An arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side, and he led you away, never once dropped his easy grin. It was more casual than you expected, the action telling you nothing more than a simple ‘I’m glad to see you’.

You started to doubt your original thoughts of his intentions. Perhaps he’d just been missing you, and that was all. You’d probably imagined the sexual tension in your text conversation earlier, and he only wanted to see you.

The uncertainty continued to cycle through your mind the whole journey home, leaving you with nothing to say and a silent car ride. Every few minutes, Yuto would glance over at you with that same smile he’d had since the airport, but he didn’t seem to pick up on your quiet mood. He seemed more focused on the outline of your figure, but you hardly noticed, staring sullenly out of the front window.

The apartment block loomed ahead, and you sighed in relief, glad to finally have an opportunity to escape the uneasy atmosphere of the car. Yuto still remained oblivious to your current feelings, blinded by his happiness at being near you again. Before the car even stopped, you were reaching for the handle, and once you were free you stormed to the trunk to pull out your bags. You strode away, not really sure why you were rushing, or even why you were upset, but figured it was just that you were tired.

It was only now that Yuto realised you weren’t particularly happy with him, and he almost forgot to lock the car in his hurry to catch up to you. The smile had vanished by now, replaced by a concerned frown, as he drew level with you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, gently taking your wrist to stop you.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I think I’m just tired.”

He nodded in understanding. “Let me take you to bed, then.”

You blushed furiously, wondering if he’d caught his own innuendo. He showed no sign of such, instead kissing your forehead softly and leading you away to the apartment with his arm once more around your waist. It felt like his hand was lower this time though, and you wondered if this was intentional.

He brought you inside, taking your bags from your hands and dropping them on the couch. You barely had a moment to breathe before he whisked you into the bedroom, laying you down on the covers. But as he moved to stand and leave, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him down so your faces were mere millimetres apart.

“You’re not going anywhere,” you growled, the tone sending an electric thrill through the air between you both. You hadn’t meant to sound so desperate, but seeing the way Yuto’s eyes flashed in response, you felt yourself lifting towards him against your will, like someone else had control of your movements. But whether it was you or a foreign being directing your body, you still ended with your back arching upwards and mouth pressed to him.

For the first few seconds, the kiss was little more than a meeting of lips; that brief moment of indecision before the self-restraint snaps. Then Yuto nearly fell on top of you, trying to taste every square inch of your mouth as you opened up to him. You lay back, smirking. This is what you had wanted. You knew that now.

Two strong hands held your face as he hovered over you, propped up on his elbows. The kiss seemed to get deeper and deeper by the instant, intense to the point where it nearly hurt. You didn’t care for the pain though, in fact, it made the whole experience that much better.

Normally, he’d be taking it slower, but today Yuto was all over you, sitting back on his knees so he could wrench off your jacket, nearly tearing your shirt as it followed suit. There was a hesitation as he gasped for air, staring at your half-exposed chest with swollen lips parted, before he dove onto you again, swiping hair from your face as he joined your mouths again. Teeth clashed; it should’ve felt awkward, but really it just didn’t feel like enough. You needed more.

Yuto seemed to agree, pausing again but only to pull his own coat and shirt over his head. Again and again he attacked your lips with brutal kisses, the feeling made greater by the way his hips kept accidentally brushing against yours. He was too close, yet never close enough, and there was only one way to get him fix that.

You bucked your hips up into his, creating that special friction you craved. The noise he made then was something akin to a shriek, so surprised yet satisfied was he by your sudden courage. He read the movement as what it was – an invitation – and returned the favour, grinding smoothly against you with quiet gasps.

“I thought you were tired,” he smirked, stopping to catch his breath. You looked into his eyes, at the dilated pupils, and shrugged.

“Not if you’re sleeping with me,” you winked in response, using the moment of separation to reach between you and pull at his jeans. He didn’t stop you, groaning as you flipped him over to slide them off. He was in nothing but boxers now, panting as he gazed up at you. This was it, the moment before you lost control of yourselves; whatever happened from now couldn’t be stopped.

Swinging your leg up and over him, you unclasped your bra, throwing it to the floor with zero care for where it landed. Nothing else mattered but you, Yuto and the way he touched your bare breasts. You ground into him heavily in response, marvelling at the way he looked with his eyes scrunched shut and mouth flung open in a strangled moan.

And the only thing going through your mind was that you needed these clothes gone.

A minute of anxious fumbling later, your wish was fulfilled. You were silent for a moment then, forgetting to take the initiative because all you could see was him and he just looked so beautiful. Impatient, Yuto took hold of your hips and flipped you back over again, hovering over you like before, but now it felt even more intimate. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for his next action.

The first thrust was the most gentle, as he allowed you to adjust, and the second was only a little rougher, but after that it was like he gave up holding back, and it was push after push of violent indulgence. It didn’t matter how exhausted your body was from your trip; you’d missed Yuto and his warmth since your departure. You couldn’t believe you’d survived so long without him.

His breaths were laboured as he drove into you over and again. With every thrust, he repeated the words “I missed you”, but you could barely hear him over the cresting waves of pleasure washing through every nerve in your body. For such a long buildup, you could almost taste the end already.

Your vision flashed white as every fibre of your body gave in to the heat, toes curling and hips rising in the explosion. Your climax triggered Yuto’s own, and you both fell apart in the same moment, sighing as the energy left your body in that last burst of pleasure.

Now I’m tired.”


- Ellie ♡

Tiny Dancer ch. 2: A Jaw Dropper

Story Summary: After an agent dies during his “guardian” work, you’re assigned to take over his witness protection case, Gadreel Novak (AKA Ezekiel). His background is shady, but the man you’re presented with now is quickly sneaking into your heart. You hope that this will finally get you out of your casual relationship with Sam, but just as you begin falling for Gadreel, Sam claims to have feelings for you. Nothing is simple, ever, in the CIA.

Chapter Summary: You learn where Gadreel was sneaking off to so late at night. Meanwhile, Gadreel goes through his normal nightly routine, trying to get his mind off of his new neighbor.

Pairing: CIA!SamxCIA!reader, Gadreelxreader(Eventual)

Other Characters: Kevin Tran, Benny Lafitte,

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, partial nudity

Word count: 2900+

A/N: I use this song in both the reader’s and Gadreel’s view! Enjoy~!

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You hide behind a bush as your car begins blaring and flashing, waiting until the man makes his way toward it to rush to the building. Slipping inside, you make your way down the concrete stairs, squinting your eyes. It’s nearly pitch black, but you can make out a door at the end of the hallway. You grip the door knob, snatching it open as you walk inside. Again, the room is dark, but you can hear a faint conversation. The lights come up, and you point your gun around.

“Oh no,” you whisper, your eyes going wide.


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Hotel Windows- Tom Hiddleston one shot

Title: Hotel Windows

Author: hiddles32eva

Tom character: Actor/Husband Tom

Fic summary: I feel like this is so short i needn’t give you a summary but a little bit of back story (if you’re even that interested). I have been a fan of Tom since War Horse and then eventually got interested in fanfic writing but on Wattpad but i want to expand and possibly deal with more mature topics so i thought I’d bring the party to Tumblr and start with my old fics to get it started! (sorry they are quite short for now and in the future they should be longer)

~~If you actually made it through all that waffle here’s the actual fic~~

Waking up to an unfamiliar bed you reached over to the nightstand to put on your glasses “it’s too early to bother with contacts” you murmur to yourself sleepily. You turn over and see Tom still sleeping peacefully beside you, his blonde curls sprawled across the pillow. After about a minute of watching his bare chest rise and fall steadily under the sheets you decide to get up and walk around a bit before getting ready for your busy day of being dragged around to interviews with tom before the big premier of his new movie.

You push off the sheets, swing your legs to the side of the the bed and begin padding around on the wooden floor heading towards the window. You draw the curtains slightly (careful not to let in too much light) and rested your elbows on the cold surface as you stared down at the street below. A small knot of fans had gathered in the streets obviously aware that Tom was staying there.

As you stare across the unusually quite streets of London you think about how much your life has changed since you got together with Tom. Getting used to the fans, the lack of privacy, the media. But your mind soon wonders over all the great times you’ve had with Tom, all the dinners, the movie nights, the pointless conversations, you glance down and look at the small diamond engagement ring twinkling on your finger and smile.

You feel a warmth wrap around your waist as Tom plants a soft kiss on your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder, his stubble tickling you.

“How long have you been awake?” Tom asks his voice still tired.

You ajusted the glasses on the bridge of your nose and looked down at your watch. “not too long.”

“what are you thinking about?” he says his thumb rubbing circles on the small of your back.

“Just us” you reply resting your head against his.

After a long but not awkward silence you hear a quiet hum outside your window slowly getting louder. You looked down and saw that the small group of fans was quickly growing into a large crowd with cameras flashing and people waving and screaming. Tom gave them a small wave and smile before closing the curtains and retreating to the bed. You slumped down next to him and sighed.

“How about,” Tom started resting his hand on yours. “if we get ready quickly and seek out the back, I know a small café near here that we can get breakfast at before my first interview. You up for that?” he smiles at you hopefully his blue eyes searching your face for some kind of emotion.

“always.” you say smiling up at him

“great!” he kisses you gently. You kiss him back slowly getting more and more passionate.  He raises his hand an begins to tangle his fingers in your hair but you rest your hands on his chest and break away.

“what happened to quickly?” you laugh getting up and walking towards the bathroom leaving a slightly disappointed Tom still sat on the bed.

Our Little Person

A/N: HEY LOOK LILY ACTUALLY PUT A FIC UP. We were crying out for more parent!phan fics let’s be honest. That’s my excuse anyway. I was inspired by my absolute favourite piece of phanart I have ever seen (x) by phantheraglama. Also, this is kind of like a cutesy filler fic before I post something not so cutesy and much more gritty and all that fun stuff. Anyway, enjoy!

Title: Our Little Person

Genre: Pure fluff/slight angst/parent!phan

Description: Dan has 3am cuddles with their favourite curly-locked little person in the aftermath of a spat with Phil. Fluff and adorable conversations ensue.

Word Count: 2490


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Getting Busy, Part 3

Pairings: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Request: Could you please write a NSFW fic where Steve and the reader are ‘getting busy’ in the avengers tower and Bucky catches them and joins in? -Anonymous

Words: 2.6K

Warnings: SMUT; threesome, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex. Kiss between Bucky & Steve, dirty talk, curse words. Oh my.

A/N: Final part! My oh my. Just – oh my. This one was hell of a ride to write, I truly hope you like it x

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Soft moan escaping your lips you looked at the man in front of you with eyes dark of lust. You had never seen – never even dreamed about being in a situation like that with the best friend of yours. But the way he talked, his voice deep and hoarse from lust; the way his fingers moved teasingly closer and closer to your dripping wet core; the dark glint in his green eyes, caused strong shivers of pure bliss to run along your skin, causing you to let out a moan against his lips.

“Just – touch me,” you whispered, your voice soft like a prayer. “I need you to touch me, Bucky.”

Chuckling, the man nipped your bottom lip between his teeth, before crashing his lips against yours. Your fingers flying to grip the long wisps of his hair, you pulled him closer to you, your bodies pressed against each other’s and your tongues starting the battle of dominance, causing eager moans to run from both of your throats, just to be muffled by the other’s lips.

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#195 - For anonymous x3

Filling the prompts “a fic about travelling to Llandudno by yourself and you take your dog and end up being lost and Vans visited his parents and sees that you look lost and he wants to see ya dog and you’re looking for the beach and he takes you there and end up staying with him for hours leading to whatever else etc.” and “the girl is dogsitting for a friend and walks the dog on a kinda dreary day so nobody else is really outside and of course van notices the dog, but before he can say anything, the girl starts kinda dancing and singing along to the music playing in her headphones because she assumes no one is around.” and “one in which the girl took her dog to the park and it plays with little Mary and that’s how she and Van meet?”

Note: Van doesn’t live in Llandudno anymore. I don’t know if Mary and Bernie do. I don’t think so. We’re gonna pretend that they do, for the sake of this fic.

Llandudno was not the type of location you would have picked for a holiday. There were a couple of historical tourist type places, but none of them were even remotely of interest to you. It boasted the longest pier in Wales and you remembered something about a weird Victorian festival thing that had given you the creeps as a kid. Mostly, it was rainy weather and gossip and beach. But, you weren’t really on holiday. You were housesitting for your uncle and aunty, and the only reason you’d agreed to do that was because they had dogs you’d get to look after too. Two border collies and you were absolutely in.

The brown and white one was named Noel and the black and white was Liam. Liam was more moody than Noel, so you’d always thought their names were mixed up as puppies. It wasn’t until you were about sixteen that you even began to appreciate their names at all. Years later, walking them through the town on the way to a dog park, you took great joy in talking to them in Oasis lyrics. Liam kept pulling on his collar and glaring at you. 

“Don’t look back in anger, friend!” you called to him and chuckled to yourself. Genius. You stopped on a corner and looked around. Wait. You were definitely not where you thought you were. Noel and Liam sat at your feet. "Huh,“ you started talking to them again. "What is the story, morning glory?” you asked them. “Where are we?”

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Ride or Die.2

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Description: Would you go, if you had the chance?

Prev:  [1]

Warning: None

You got me losing my mind
The way you got me fired up
Never give up boy even when they try us
You and me against the world
With you I ride or die tonight

Word spread faster than you would have thought when it was discovered you had skipped the annual school dance. And for what? To hang out in a parking lot with “the creepy new kid” who had been here for two months now, so definitely not new anymore. You should have suspected everyone knew when you got to school the following week. As soon as you walked through the school’s front doors, you immediately took notice of the not-so-subtle glances from everyone, as they tried to act like you weren’t there, but just couldn’t stop themselves from looking. Throughout your classes, you noticed boys were picking on Taeyong significantly more than they had the past few weeks.
“Why are they messing with you, Tae?” You asked him quietly, as you both walked down the hall, making your way to the cafeteria. He gave you a sideways glance.
“They all know.”

There’s no tomorrow for us tonight 

The next few days passed slowly, each day as dull as the last. No one would talk to you, even your so called “friends”. Even though no one told you directly, you heard the hush whispers from a group of girls huddled by the school entrance one day, several key words burned in your brain.
Football player…fight….suspended….weird kid….
Taeyong wasn’t at school that day, but he did visit you that night. You were sleeping, or well trying to, having been consumed with worry and wonder of what happened with him. Your wondering didn’t last long before your room was lightly illuminated, and the soft rumble of his car cut off, and then there was some quiet tapping on your window. Taeyong.
Letting him in, you both laid on your bed, while you gave him a once over, looking for anything that would prove that fight was true. The medium size bruise on his cheek and slight busted lip confirmed it was real, and the girls weren’t just spewing useless gossip.
“What happened?” You asked through the dark, gently brushing your fingertips over the bruise, watching him shudder under your warm touch.
“He said something about you, and no one talks about my girl, I won’t allow it.” Taeyong stated, not a sound of remorse in his voice, obviously not caring about his own battle wounds from the fight. “Everyone knows about us, and they don’t like it…well, they don’t like me, that is…”
“I don’t care…” You mumbled, scooting closer to his side. “It’s you and me, they don’t matter anymore.”
He was silent for a moment, then turning his gaze to you. “Do you mean that?”

If I’m a boring realist
You’re a dreamer
If you’re going there
I’ll follow you even if I’m dreaming
On that green field
Let’s build a picturesque house

“We could leave.” He said one night while you were in bed, spending another night of his suspension together, just laying together in the silence.
“We could.” You agreed lightly, playing with his long fingers lightly.
“You and me.” Taeyong mumbled. “You and I could just get in the car, and no one would know…no one would care…”
“Probably not.”
“Could you be happy? Leaving here with me?”

On your ring finger
Let’s get a diamond as big as your thumb
I’ll give you the world
You can be the owner

“I found this.” Taeyong told you, the night after his week long suspension had ended, yet he had not returned to school. Over the seven days, it was almost as if he had never existed in the school community. No one talk about him, or where he was, or what had happened. People were still ignoring you, acting as if you didn’t exist. But that was okay. Because you knew at night, you would be back where you felt loved; with Taeyong.
“It’s beautiful.” You commented, watch the light haired boy turn the small object over and over in his hand.
“Yeah, it is…” He nodded, gently grasping your left hand in his and slipping the ring on your finger. “You and me, right?”
“You and me.”

Listen well.
Come here.

“Are you ready?” He whispered, grabbing the last of the bags you had set by the open window, waiting for Taeyong to appear in the dark like always.
“With you, I’ve always been ready.” You smiled, taking his hand as he helped you through the open window, the short way down to the ground, and finally into the all too familiar passenger’s seat of his car.
Turning the key, the ignition roared to life, before his eyes turned to you.
“You and me?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.
Looking down at the ring twinkling on your finger, you sighed lightly.
“You and me.”

You got me losing my mind
The way you got me fired up
Never give up boy even when they try us
You and me against the world
With you I ride or die tonight

Tiny Dancer Ch. 5: Daydreamer

Story Summary: After an agent dies during his “guardian” work, you’re assigned to take over his witness protection case, Gadreel Novak (AKA Ezekiel). His background is shady, but the man you’re presented with now is quickly sneaking into your heart. You hope that this will finally get you out of your casual relationship with Sam, but just as you begin falling for Gadreel, Sam claims to have feelings for you. Nothing is simple, ever, in the CIA.

Chapter Summary: Gadreel has an unfortunate run-in with Jo after gaining full custody of Kaleb, and gets a text from Cain. Meanwhile, you identify the man who attacked the strip club, having yet another unsettling theory come up.

Pairing: GadreelxCIA!reader CIA!SamxCIA!reader

Other Characters: CIA!Garth, Kevin, Samandriel(mention), Jo

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, feelings, death(Don’t worry about it), kissing, flangst….angff

Word count: 3100+

A/N: This one. Hurts. And we’re just getting started! *sigh*

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He crosses his arms over, his eyebrow cocked. Jo holds up a pack of beers, a toothy grin on her face. Shaking his head, Gadreel begins closing his door, huffing when she wedges her foot in the way.

“Don’t be like that –”

“You mean ‘like’ when you were going to take my son away?” he asks, a stale smile on his face. She shoots him a glare, forcing into the house and handing him the beer, plopping down onto his couch. “I don’t want to talk –”

“For Kaleb’s sake, we need to get back together,” she says. He stares at her blankly, flicking his eyes down to the beer with a hum. It’s some sort of french brew. “I miss you.”

“You’re truly despicable.”

“Excuse me?”

“If it were me coming to your doorstep, beer in hand, false promises slipping off of my tongue.” He pauses, setting the beer down on the coffee table. “You’d call me a pig.”

“This is different. Are you really going to take him from his mother, Ezekiel?”

“You were willing to take him from his father,” he says dryly, pulling his phone from his pocket as it chimes and frowning.

Cain: Been busy, let’s check in.

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anonymous asked:

hi~~ I absolutely love ur blog!!!! could I pls request stripper!jimin smut? 😂😂😂

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

oH MY GODDDD HNGGGGGGGGGGGG. I kept listening to fun boys the whole time writing this/???? Just thought I’d tell you LMAO. IDK WHO WANTED TO BE TAGGED IN THIS BUT @pyrocrastinate, @unpretty-writer, @taehxyung, @storiesofthirst, @thegreenwrites I’M SO TRASH BYE

Words: 2665

You stared at your friends, mouth gaping open so wide you were sure flies could fly through and live there forever.

“Strippers? You hired strippers? You’re getting married in a week and you hired strippers?” You wondered incredulously, looking at everyone. They shrugged, downing the last of the alcohol in each of their cups.

“They’ll be here soon (Y/N). Nothing bad will happen, just a little naked boy fun.” You friend, the bride-to-be replied. She wore a cheap dollar store veil, make up dark and outfit hotter than most. The music was a little louder than expected, and you suddenly felt a head ache coming on. They’d lied to get you up here, feigning they only wanted to have a little fun in the hotel room instead of the bar before the night ended. You’d willingly agreed, until they dropped this bomb on you.

“They’ll only be on you…right?”

“Sure,” she promised, handing you another glass and giving you the eyes until you finished it in one gulp. The buzzing in your stomach calmed your mind slightly, but you were still feeling a little too sober to be comfortable with men coming into one of the many  hotel rooms the 9 of you and your friends had rented for the night.

As you sat around the large suite, anxiously awaiting the 10 men coming to the room, you had downed another glass, but decided to stop there. You had enough alcohol in your system to at least keep a straight face as your friends enjoyed themselves, so you didn’t drink anymore with the fear of wanting to join them when you got too drunk.

There was a light tap on the door, and one of your friends shot up, hurrying over to answer it as a few of your other friends stuck their heads together. They happily chattered away. You sighed, leaning over to pick up the bottle of alcohol but deciding against it once the 10 of them walked through.

“Look who’s joined us!” Your friend walked in after them, looking as pleased as ever before returning to her seat once more. They all looked good, wearing dark clothes. Their bodies were toned underneath the tight shirts, bulging bodies just dying to be shown. One of the men pointedly watched you, bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he grinned.

You looked away, crossing your arms and sighing deeply.

“Evening, ladies.” The man at the front announced. Your friends all passively smiled at them, twinkling their fingers shyly. You frowned in disgust, knowing how each of them were in fact not truly acting this way on the inside.

“So, we’re all comfortable with this?” The same man asked, to which everyone nodded around the room, except for you. Still, they got the gist of it. They were here for money, so they didn’t care how you felt about them stripping and dancing on furniture.

“Great,” he sounded pleased, voice dropping an octave as he leaned over to your friend and whispered something in her ear. She perked up, nodding.

“Different music? Yeah, sure, go ahead. By all means, be my guest.”

He pulled free his phone, walking over to where the music your friends had provided before switching out the tune with a slower, more sensual beat that had everyone making ooh and aah noises. Your friends had taken the liberty to dim the room to only two lamps in the corners and close all the blinds to conceal the bustling city at night, to which you were rather glad for.

And then you heard a tearing noise. Your friends all began squealing, and you stood up, your stomach feeling empty as you were ready to stride from the room.

But you were pushed down into your chair.

“Where are you going, baby?” The one that had been watching you cooed. His orange hair was bright and fluffy even in the darkness, and you felt a blush creep up to conceal your whole face in tinged redness. Your breath hitched as he pulled his shirt up over his head, discarding it onto your lap. The man’s smile grew wider, eyes making half moon circles as he watched your chest heave unevenly at his closeness.

“You weren’t leaving, were you?” He wondered again, leveling his face wish you. You shook your head many times, and the man leaned back, gently swaying with the music as he pulled free the belt encircling the slacks on his legs. Everything else seemed to slow around you, the music flooding your ears as you watched him undress, eyes boring into yours intensely even though his expression was lighthearted.

The music seemed to get louder as the sounds changed, bass shaking the floor. Your eyes scoured his body while he undressed, the way his muscles flexed even at the slightest of movements. You found yourself swiping your tongue across your lips, moistening them as he ran his fingers up your arm. A trail of goosebumps was left in the wake of his fingers. The man stopped touching you, finally able to pull free his pants and dispose of them onto the floor. He winked at you, dropping to his knees. You leaned forward, but he pushed you back into the chair.

“The name’s Jimin,” he said over the music, hair bouncing slightly as he leaned closer to your crushed together legs. “and I’m here to make you so wet you won’t want to remember it.”

Jimin’s hands gently landed on your knee’s, pulling them apart. You gasped, thanking the heavens you’d worn shorts instead of a dress as he gently lodged his body between your legs and worked his whole body to the beat of the music.

Unable to tear your eyes away, you watched him, frozen to your seat as Jimin threw his whole body into the thrusts.

Jimin finally stopped, placing his hand on the back of the chair to hold his body close to you. His aroma was sweet, cinnamon apples with a hint of sex mingled in between. Your eyes strained to see his face in the darkness, as Jimin’s free hand began to play with your own.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He mulled into your ear, hot breath hitting your lobe and sending a frenzy through you. Still, you leaned a bit closer to him, hand running up to his shoulder to steady his body against yours.

“(Y/N),” you murmured into his ear, and he hummed in response. 

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Let me take care of you, okay?” He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, down your face and to your shoulder. Jimin’s hand trailed down to the hand on his shoulder, before he began to pull it down his body. Your fingers almost dug into his tight muscles, the mere feeling of his blazing skin against yours leaving a sense of tingling in the tips of your fingers.

You sighed when Jimin let go of your hand when hitting the last piece of fabric on his body, giving you the sign to pull away. Looking back up at him, Jimin lazily raked fingers through his bangs and rubbed both of his moist lips together. He leaned away from you, picking up his leg and splaying it across one of your spread thighs.

You watched as Jimin’s wide smile grew dark, eyebrows raising in fraudulent innocence. His fingers gently combed through your hair and rested on the back of your head, pulling your face a mere inches away from his concealed length.

Jimin’s body rolled, slow, long rolls that brought him even closer to your face. Your mouth gaped open, and you swore you heard your friends calling your name in encouragement. Your fingers dug into his thighs, holding him there.

When he’d finished with that, Jimin spread both of his legs, straddling your thighs without sitting down. More body rolling, except this time your hands were running all along his body.

“Had enough?” He wondered, voice smug and full of confidence. You were stunned into silence, watching Jimin lean back down to your ear. He brushed hair out of your face, gently patting it down.

“I’ll clock out early if it means you’re with me.” He murmured quietly. Jimin’s face dropped onto your neck, his lips pressing a feather light kiss.

“Mm,” you clamped your lips shut, pushing his shoulders away to watch him. His eyes were hooded with lust, watching you eagerly decide.

What was two less people to a party?

You looked past Jimin, making sure everyone was occupied by their men before slipping from the room. Jimin was soon to follow, only wearing his pants and carrying the shirt in his hands as he followed you.

“My hotel room is down the hall.” You barely had time to turn around before his hands were around you, lips pressing into your bare shoulder.

“Lead the way.” His fingers lingered in your shirt a moment, before trailing up to your breasts. You pushed Jimin off, turning the door knob to your room and opening the door. Whirling to face Jimin, he immediately took handfuls of your ass and squeezed. You arched into him, fingers pressing into his chest. Jimin’s hands fell down to your thighs, spreading them apart and picking you up. His lips met yours hard, roughly dominating your own rather quickly as he carried you into the room. The slamming of the door caused you to jump, but you didn’t tear away from him for a single moment.

His lips found your neck as he shoved you against the wall, kissing and sucking for a very long time. Some how, you managed to get your shirt off and threw it across the room, giving Jimin a moment to find somewhere proper to put you down.

The sofa in the middle of the room, looking out onto the city lights was enough for him. He sat down onto it, you straddling his hips. You felt Jimin kick his pants off again, his bulge pressing to your center.

When your hips began to grind against him, Jimin laid his head back and groaned, hands tightly gripping your thighs.

You pressed your breasts into his face, and Jimin’s hand snaked around your back to get the clip undone. He watched you as he pulled it down your shoulders and off your arms, slinging it back toward the front door.

Again, you rolled your body on him, but Jimin held you close to him, mouth capturing a nipple while he toyed with the other, tweaking and fondling it. You continued to move your lower body to meet with his, the friction driving him crazy hard.

“Enough…Stop.” He breathed, letting your nipple free as he tugged at your shorts. You stood up, dropping them to your ankles and stepping out of them. Jimin sucked in a breath when you turned your back to him, dropping your panties not long after.

You didn’t hear him stand up, but Jimin’s arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you on to his now naked body as well. You sat in his lap, feeling his hands glide up and down your skin, down your arms, along your thighs, all the way until his finger made a long stripe up your middle.

You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, feeling Jimin take nips and kisses out of it. His free hand fondled your breast lightly, while his finger pressed against your clit, rubbing hard circles into it. You gasped at the sudden pressure, digging your fingernails into his arms.

“Don’t be so tense, baby…” He soothed, dipping the end of his finger inside of you but pulling it out. “I said I’d take care of you if you let me.”

Jimin pressed two fingers in easily, slowly bringing them out and pushing back in with more force the second, third, and fourth time. You relaxed under his fingers, and Jimin curled them. You moaned quietly, leaning into his fingers. He pulled out.

“Ride me,” he instructed, gently pushing you up so you’d turn around. His hands cradled your face to his, kissing you again as you were pulled onto his lap. Jimin’s hands moved from your face, brushing your hair away from your collarbone. His lips pressed there, moving down in harmony with his hands, finding their way against your hips as he leveled you with his length. Jimin eased you down onto him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, biting your bottom lip to keep from moaning as you moved your hips. Jimin released a low groan, teeth working at any part of your body so he could to quiet himself.

His body was moving to meet your thrusts and his hands forced your hips to take him fully. The way he entered you soon becoming erratic. You whimpered when Jimin forcefully slammed you down onto him, making you bounce up and down his dick.

You continued for a time, until allowing Jimin to push you down onto your back, his hands out stretched to the sides of your head and his length never leaving you once. Your core was churning at the feeling of him, and you tightened around him harder with every thrust. 

Jimin’s breath was hot and shallow against your neck, exhaling every thrust inward and hitching as he pulled out. Your hands shifted from around his neck to his back, fingernails digging into him so you could advance with every movement Jimin made. Your breathing came out in short bursts, loud, harsh intakes that sometimes mulled into moans or deep whimpers.

The feeling of your fingernails pressing into his back was a little harsh you knew, and Jimin let his head lull forward onto your shoulder, groaning against your skin and leaving a tingling sensation behind. His cock was pulsing within you and his thrusts were harder than before.

Jimin gave you a tight lipped sigh as he grew nearer, moving harder than faster. He leaned back and gripped your thigh with one hand, slinging if over his shoulder. You couldn’t help it, the moans slipping past your lips were caused by the unbearable pleasure he was giving you. Jimin bit his lip, eyes roaming your body with small grunts still flying from his throat.

“You tightening like that will make me cum, (Y/N).” He breathed roughly, lip curling back to reveal his teeth. Jimin’s head tipped back, mouth hanging open as his orgasm was quickly approaching. The knot in your core was tighter, hotter and your walls clenched so tightly Jimin ended up finishing first.

The feeling of him releasing inside of you had caused you to cave, your orgasm rushing out full force and the your moan filling the room, his name rolling off the tip of your tongue. When Jimin pulled out, you held onto him still, hands freely feeling his body until the both of you had calmed your breathing. His lips gently soothed the marks he had left on your neck and shoulders.

“I think they might have noticed we left…” Jimin admitted with a chuckle, leaning over the sofa to slide his boxers and shirt back on. You sat up, running a hand along his shoulders.

“Just tell them I asked for a one on one show,” you bit your lip. Jimin glanced over at you, smirking cutely. His eyes took the shape of half moons and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his face looked too childishly innocent after he’d danced on you provocatively, or even dominated you in a way you liked so much.

“I don’t normally do this with clients,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. You hummed in response, happy with the way he answered.

“Would this ever happen again with a certain client?”

Jimin looked out the window, snorting slightly before standing up. He didn’t turn to you before answering. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“On if you’ll answer my call when you give me your number.”

Starry eyes and Galaxy minds~Charoix

Birthday present to @theneonflower

Summary: They say when you look into the stars, you’re looking back in time. For Croix that saying sings true for her, every time she looks up at the sky now she doesn’t see stars but memories all littered across the night sky. Of when they were children, friends and now lovers. Hopefully, she’ll manage to join the dots tonight to the constellation of making Chariot her wife.

A/N THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A FIC I WAS GOING TO WRITE AFTER THE EXAMS BUT IT’S NEON’S BIRTHDAY TODAY SO I DECIDED TO FINISH THIS. It’s pure utter fluff and would probably be in the later years of the Nerd Croix Au

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Pairings: T’Challa x Reader

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: Angst – but there’s lil saving fluff as well, no worries x

A/N: Oh god, I worked with this for months – ever since I saw Civil War. I don’t know if it’s even good at all, but I just felt like posting it, so here we go lol. Please, tell me what you think, I miss getting feedback lol x

// I’ve lost the source of this gif, so if it’s yours please let me know!

He leaned his head against the white tile wall, the water of the shower running along with the curves of his tensed body. Signifying his unsteady breathing, he tried his hardest to calm it down –only managing to get the knot in his chest to keep tightening.

Rapid tears kept rolling down his cheeks, blending with the tepid flow of water. He didn’t know how things had end up to the point they were at, not really. Only few months earlier he was just a young man, unaware of the life he was about to have. He knew, that he was supposed to take his father’s place as the sovereign of his country; about to come the King of Wakanda, but no one had ever told him, how it was about to happen. No one had ever told him that he would be left with all the responsibility, all of a sudden, all alone.

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Saudade [V]

{{ noun // deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent someone that one loves }}

Please don’t forget me.

Fluff, Angst. Slice of Life + Supernatural AU. 3,599 words.

➵ warning: death mention

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They told you it was an accident; the other driver’s brake didn’t work and she crashed right into your fiancé’s vehicle. The car smashed into the driver’s side, and he instantly died and didn’t endure much pain, they informed you, as if that would ease your grieving.

A bouquet of chrysanthemums and daisies was found on the passenger seat of his car, completely untouched and still in its essence, and you wanted to break down right then and there. You wanted to throw them back into the officer’s face when he handed them to you.

Days passed in a blur with people offering their condolences and faux pity, and you had to fight the urge to scream at them how they don’t know anything, didn’t know anything about him, didn’t know how much he meant to you, how much he still means to you.

You’re standing in front of his newly covered grave, the tears still forming on the ends of your lashes and falling along with the light drizzle overhead. The raindrops patter against the plaque fashioned into the grass. Kneeling down before it, you place camellias next to the marker and gently trace the engravings.

Kim Taehyung

Dec. 30, 1995 to Oct. 14, 2021

a son, a brother, a friend, a lover

The tears splash onto the plaque, and you bite your bottom lip hard to hold in the sobs.

“Oh, god, why?” you whisper, sniffling and brushing your fingers across the smooth metal. “Why did this have to happen? It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so god damn much that I feel like dying. Why does love hurt so much?”

You notice the diamond twinkling on your fourth finger, and you twist off the ring, throwing it across the grass. “I just want to forget it all. I wish I never met him.”

“Is that what you really want?”

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