under exposed

لاتتردد في العوده الى الله
مهما لوثتك الخطايا والذنوب
فالذي سترك وانت تحت سقف المعصيه
لن يفضحك تحت جناح التوبه

Do not hesitate about returning to Allah
Despite your mistakes & no matter how sinful you might be
For if He covered (protected) you under the roof of sin
He will not expose you under the wing of repentance

Marked (M)

Originally posted by pjmjjk

Werewolf!Jungkook x Reader

Halloween Drabble Series


Summary: you were in heat, Jungkook didn’t know.

A/N: This is my fic. I am re-posting onto my sideblog.

Growing up as a werewolf was hard. Growing up as a female werewolf without a pack was impossible. You had a pack that you were good friends with and asked for help and advice from, but that’s as far as it went, for now. You have yet to find a mate and enter a pack, and were currently going through heat so you had to stay indoors to avoid any…unwanted situations a.k.a. to avoid fucking random humans and/or wolves in broad daylight. You were holed up in your apartment, skin burning and your third pair of panties for the day, ruined. Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, you groaned, realizing that you were officially out of food and had no choice but to go to the store down the street.

You picked up your phone and dialed the Alpha of the pack you knew. Namjoon had always been willing to help you, even though you weren’t technically part of his pack. He had still always called you family.

“Y/n! Hey, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in days!” He cheerily answered, and you smiled to yourself, he always had a way of cheering you up.

“Hey Namjoon, uhm.. Well I kind of have a problem.”

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     “Come on, get off the damn ladder,” Dean said, his voice rough as he called up to you from the ground. “This thing’s too old to be safe!”

     “It’s fine, I’m almost done.” You reached the ceiling with the help of your feather duster, determined to rid the bunker of all grimy proof of disuse. “I just want to get these cobwebs down!”

     “You’re gonna fall.”

     You scoffed. “No, I’m not.”

     Otherwise known as, the famous last words.

     Your feet wobbled as the ladder suddenly swayed, steadying again as Dean grabbed hold of the bottom, but ultimately accomplished nothing. The wood creaked and your hands flew out to balance yourself. The top rung gave out with a spectacular crack. You were plummeting to the ground before you had a chance to think.

     And then you stopped. No hard floor, no broken bones, just a pair of strong arms tucked under your waist and legs and the sound of a broken ladder crashing to the ground behind you. You opened your eyes one at a time and found Dean’s concerned - but not at all surprised - face beside yours.

     “You okay?” he asked.

     You simply stared at him, awe struck. “You caught me.”

     “Yeah … ?” Dean looked confused. “Why did you think I was standing here? To let my girlfriend face-plant when this wobbly piece of crap broke?”

     “Well I knew why you were standing there, and I figured you’d try to catch me, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it. That was like in the movies!”

     “You really weren’t that high up …”

     “You saved me!”

     Dean couldn’t help but smile at that, attempting to roll his eyes but failing miserably. His grip tightened on your waist as you rested your arms on his broad shoulders. “You know, I’m not sure if I should be flattered that you’re so impressed, or offended that you didn’t think I could do it.”


     “Oh yeah?”

     You closed that gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his and effectively shutting him up. You pushed your fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck. His hand brushed the exposed skin under the hem of your shirt. Then you pulled back, just enough to speak, and whispered against his lips, “You’re my hero, Dean Winchester.”

     A deep laugh rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your own as he spun you around. He didn’t dare put you down. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours once again, holding you close and making his way to the room you both shared.

     “Got it. Flattered it is then.”

*These gifs are not mine, both the gifs are from Google Images*


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anonymous asked:

You know dinosaurs ain't real right?

I turn dramatically to the entirety of birds present on this planet. They all stare at me, expectantly, their little birdie faces looking at me in various expressions and emotions. After all, birds are not one unified group. 

“I’m sorry guys,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and pained. 

One African Grey caws out, “Why are you sorry, Meig?”

I take a long, slow breath, “Tumblr Anon says you’re not real.” 

Thousands of voices caw out in unison. The horror in the air is palpable. A Harpy Eagle screeches in fury, while a Little Blue Penguin waddles up to me at the front of the room. 

“What do we do?” the penguin asks, even though penguins can’t talk, because I mean, does it matter, since penguins apparently don’t exist? 

“We move on, my friend,” I say, patting the penguin on the head, “We move on.” 

Slowly but steadily, the birds fly or walk away, all moving out in unison. Some go to universes where they do exist. Others stay here, as ghosts - remnants of an idea that once was. 

I change the title of ADAD to A Pseudosuchian A Day. I begin talking about scutes instead of feathers. 

But finally, the lies we have all been living under have been exposed. 

The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 

As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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Shorties & Dorks

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Request: Hey, love your writing! I was wondering if a could request a fic where Dean and the reader are that dorky but adorable couple. Like they sing (not very well) in the car together, tell bad jokes, watch movies in sweatpants see who can make a better Mohawk with their hair when in the shower lmao idk, you get the idea. And then at the end he proposes to her? I’m getting bored of fics with stereotypical characters and relationships :P Thanks so much!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever written…

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Personal Space

Peter Parker x Reader

As part of my request a prompt, 300 follower celebration.

Request: From the wonderful @the-peterparker : CONGRATS RILEY!!!!! i wanted to request so many prompts bc they’re all so good but i dialed it down to 35, 52, and 66 (they don’t all have to be in one if u don’t want but ur call ur the genius lol)

Prompts:  “What about me?” “Have you ever heard of personal space?” “Oh boy…”

Peter is in his 20s.

This is actually just fluff/borderline smut with little to no plot. (Gratuity for the angst in the last one.)

It hadn’t taken long for the two of you to forget about the chicken in the oven and the simmering vegetables on the stove. It wasn’t really much of a surprise all things considered. Peter had been away with the Avengers for over a week. What had surprised you was the way that your hug had turned into being snatched away from the stove, lifted, and placed firmly on a counter; warm hands running up cool legs to pull them apart and make room for a pair of slim hips.

It was surprising how quickly he could get your heart going.

Even after all this time.

“Have you ever heard of personal space, Parker?” You whispered, words shaky and sounding a lot less confident than you were aiming for as his curls brushed past your ear, warm, hot breath spilling over your skin as moist, teasing lips worked their way down your neck. The tense coil of heat in your belly burning as he chuckled against your flesh, already covered in goosebumps; your whole body shivered and you released a startled breath as his lips moved up to your ear.

He smelt the way Peter always did but there was a hint of something like peppers, onions, and snap peas there too.

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Unfair Affair - Part 2

A/N: Since you guys loved part 1 so much heres part 2! Thank you so much for all the feedback (: It really encourages me! Enjoy!


(Y/N) shivered as she held her coat tighter around her body. The air was cold. The weatherman calling for a bit if snow in the afternoon but saying that the coldest it would get was in tbe morning.

(Y/N) was wearing her typical work outfit. Her blue hospital scrubs. Her hair up in a messy bun. Which everyone told her she made work.

Walking on the hopsital she smiled waving at her fellow co-workers. Who loved her really. She was so sweet. Sure she had her defensive side. But that was reserved for people that crossed her.

She slipped off her thick coat and walked inside the break room. Where (Y//N) sae her friend Eva. Eva was a skinny brunette. Her personality was protective. Almost as if it was her nature. (Y/N) loved that about her.

Eva was the only person that knew about (Y/N) and Harry. (Y/N) of course made her swear to not tell a soul. Eva didn’t like Harry. Not one bit. She had made that clear to (Y/N). She called him selfish. Because that’s what he was to Eva. He was leading (Y/N) on. Hurting her. But he didn’t care because he had his perfect house wife at home.

“Hey girl!” Eva said as (Y/N) came into view.

“Hey!” (Y/N) responded. She placed her bag down and hugged Eva.

“How was your day off yesterday?” Eva asked smiling as she watched (Y/N) grab her small bottle of hand sanitizer and squirt a bit on her hand. The scent of pomegranate and peach filling her scenes.

Shrugging (Y/N) pulled out her phone. “It was normal. Did a bit of this and that” She said biting her lip. A new message notification from Harry coming into view.

‘Good morning Baby Girl .x’

Smiling momentarily she put her phone down and looked at Eva. Who had an almost disappointed look on her face. “You were with him weren’t you? Eva asked raising her eyebrows. (Y/N) frowned looking down.

“So what if I was?” She responded weakly.

“(Y/N)…You can’t keep doing this to yourself love. What are you getting out of this huh?” Eva whispered, placing a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to talk about this. My relationship with anybody is my business. I’m sorry Eva but it doesn’t concern you” (Y/N) plainly said. Slipping her phone in a pocket that was on her shirt. “I got to go do some check ups” (Y/N) said clipping her name tag on her shirt.

Sighing Eva shook her head. What was the point? Harry already had (Y/N) where he wanted her. It made Eva upset to see (Y/N) put up with him like that.

“See you at lunch” Eva waved with a roll of her eyes. But smiling a bit as she watched her friend grab her clip board with a smile on her face.

(Y/N) was grown enough to know what’s good for herself.


(Y/N) walked out after placing her bag next to Eva’s. She did her normal routine. Went to check up on patients staying from the night before. She loved her job. It was one of the thimgs thay distracted her from all her problems. Mostly because it was her dream job.

Or maybe it was because she was too busy to think about Harry.

She waved at one of her co-workers as she saw he had just come in for the day.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He yelled. His name was Ben. A cute guy sure. He had blue grey eyes. Brownish short hair. Making girls around the hospital swoon over him whenever they saw him. Or whenever he talked to them.

“Ben” (Y/N) smiled as she signed someting on her clipboard. A buzz from her phone making her take it out.

I think I left my black tie over at your place’ The message from Harry read.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Hey. What are you doing for lunch today? I’m only asking because there’s this new place that opened down the road” Ben asked smiling at her. Ben always liked (Y/N) he thought for sure someone as beautiful as her would for sure have a boyfriend. But he didn’t see a ring on her finger. Nor did he see any guy come to see her. So he thought he’d give his shot at a chance.

“Um. I’m actually having lunch with Eva. Sorry. She’s been bugging me about this new restraunt she wants to order from.” She said with a small smile.

Sure Ben was cute and sweet.

“Oh” Ben simply said. Scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. Of course she wouldn’t want to do anything with him. His cheeks got pink frok shyness.

Sensing his embarrassment (Y/N) let out a small giggle. She didn’t want him to feel that way.

Surely they could have dinner togethere as friends right?

“What about dinner? I can do dinner or sure” (Y/N) said, playfully bumping her arm with his.

Ben nearly jumped from the place he stood. His heart rate elevating. Did he hear her correctly? Realizing he hadn’t responded to her yet he laughed.

“Y-yeah! I can do dinner” He stuttered. “What time is good for you?” He asked nervously.

Thinking for a bit (Y/N) pursed her lips. “Say about 7:30?” She asked him.

“Yes that’s perfect” He smiled biting his lip.

(Y/N) unclipped her pen from her shirt and wrote down her number on the corner of a blank piece of paper. Tearing it she handed it to Ben. “Here’s my number for if anything happens” (Y/N) said checking her watch.

She had 5 minutes until she had to meet Eva for lunch.

Ben took the paper with the brightest smile (Y/N) had seen all day. It was cute really.

“I’ll pick you up at 7:30 then” Ben addressed her smiling.

“I’ll be ready by then” (Y/N) said with a nod. “See you Ben” (Y/N) smiled at him before walking away to the lunch room.

(Y/N) didn’t know why her heartbeat was beating heavier but she didn’t mind the feeling.

She kind of welcomed it.

Remembering the text Harry sent her she quickly responded.

‘You can come pick it up at around 6’


(Y/N) hadn’t told Eva about her dinner plans with Ben. She knew that Eva would make a big deal out of it even though they were just going as friends.

So when (Y/N) got gome at 5:30 she hopped in the showers. Letting go all the frustrations of the day. The warm water relaxed her muscles. Tension slipping away with every fall of the water om the skin.

When she got out it was 6 pm. Turning om some music (Y/N) slipped on an over sized t-shirt and a pair of panties. Sitting at her vanity to do her make up.

Try by P!nk playing.

Where there is desire there is gonna be a flame.

Where there is a flame someone’s bound to get burned.

(Y/N) knew ger situation wasn’t the best. She fell in love with a man that could probably give two shits about her.

She didn’t get it.

Did he love the thrill or did he really care?

Her thoughts were interrupted in the midst of her doing her eyebrows by thr doorbell. Finishing her last eyebrow she turned the music down.

She took her time walking down the stairs.

When she reached the door she braced herself. Not only because it was Harry but also because of the cold.

Turning the door nob there he stood.

He was wearing a black suit. He wasn’t wearing a tie yet. Guessing he was wanting to wear the one he had left.

Harry smirked as he saw what she was wearing. Her perfect thighs being exposed under the over sized tee. “Hey Princess” He said walking inside.

(Y/N) mentally smiled to herself. Something about him calling her pet names made her feel special.

Like she wasn’t the mistress.

“Hi” Was all (Y/N) managed to say to him. She walked to the living room with Harry trailing behind her. She had placed the tie on her wooden coffee table so she wouldn’t misplace it. Grabbing it she handed it to him.

But Harry wasn’t just popping in for his tie.

“Going somewhere special?” Harry asked raising an eyebrow. His smirk turning into a small frown.

“Yes actually” (Y/N) said folding her arms. “Going to dinner with a co-worker” She shrugged.

“And you? Going somewhere with the wife?” She asked him with a roll of her eyes. He was way too dressed up to be going home straight after.

“Yeah. Was invited to a dinner party with Gwen” Harry told her. His frown stayed on his lips. He was acting selfish not wanting her to go out. But he couldn’t help it.

“Lovely” She pursed her lips as she said the words. Then let out a saracstic smile. Truthfully it hurt her. How he would just casually tell her he was taking his wife out in public. Like he wasn’t ashamed of Gwen. But he was ashamed of her.

“Is that all? I need to be getting ready” She carelessly told him. “I’ve got a life too”

Harry glared at her for a second. He wanted to ask her if this ‘friend’ was guy but he hestistated.

“I’ll be going now then” He told her. He stepped closer to her and lifted her chin up with his finger. Pressing a small kiss to her lips.

(Y/N) let him. She felt a sting in her heart. It was the small gestures that made her go crazy.

He only got to linger in the kiss for a moment. Before (Y/N) turned her head.

“Bye Harry” Is all she said.

“Hey. I’m not done talking to you yet” Harry said with an angry tone. “I cane here to give you someting as well.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black velvet box.

“I saw someting today at Tiffany’s while I was out with Gwen.” He opened the box and a necklace came into view. (Y/N) was in awe.

It had a medium sized 15k gold diamond in the middle. It hanged on a thin silver necklace. “Reminded me of you” He said getting closer to her. “So delicate. Beautiful. And a sight for sore eyes” Harry whispered to her. His smirk appearing on his face again. The deep dimples forming on his cheeks.

“Oh My God Harry” (Y/N) managed to squeek out.

Harry went behind her. Grabbing the necklace he placed the box down on the coffee table. Parting her hair to the side he reached his hands out with the necklace in them. Putting the cool delicate item on her neck. Clipped it on and smiled turning her around with his hand on hers.

(Y/N) quickly hugged Harry and kissed his cheek. “Baby I love it so much” She said excitedly. A smile on her face.

Did he really think about her while he was with Gwen?

Harry laughed and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. “M'glad you love it Sweetness.” He kissed her for a moment. (Y/N) savored the kiss. She tasted champagne on his mouth but she didn’t mind it. She enjoyed the fruity taste.

Harry pulled away checking his watch. “Shit. I’ve got to go Petal.” He kissed her one last time. A quick kiss.

Grabbing his tie he smirked at her omce again. Proud of himself. He made her cold attitude toward him change in an instant with his thoughtful gift. “You can show off your little piece off to your date.” Was all he said before leaving.

Leaving (Y/N) standing there speechless. And with a $500 necklace.


Ben had showed up just as he said he would at 7:30. He was wearing a cute white suit that complemented his eyes. His hair was slicked back.

He constantly completed (Y/N) on her choice of attire. She had gone for a simple make up look. Her hair was lose and free. She went with long sleeved dress. If was black and showed off her curves perfectly. She also wore the necklace Harry had gifted her. She felt ashamed that she wore it while going out with Ben. But she couldn’t help it. It was beautiful and she wanted to show it off.

Ben considered himself lucky. Just to even take her out was something to him.

As the two finished their meal (Y/N) smiled. Ben was a nice guy. He was genuinely asking about her and about her hobby and interests. Something she rarley got on dates with guys she went out before.

As Ben excused himself to go use the restroom (Y/N) pulled her phone out from her clutch. She went to her twitter and an article from an LA gossip magazine caught her eye. The front shoed a picture of Harry and Gwen walking into a restarunt with a few friends behind them.

But that’s wasn’t the only thing that caught her eye.

Around Gwen’s neck was the visible sight of a necklace. Not just any necklace.

The exact same one Harry had bought her.

(Y/N) felt herself stop breathing for a second. Tears stung her eyes. Her vision was cloudy. The only thing (Y/N) could think was 'Don’t expect to get treated like #1 while playing the role of #2’

Yes, Your Bucky

Summary: This is a sequel to My James, Your Bucky. The reader and her plum dumpling come to terms with what happened to James.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Angst central, people. You’ve been warned.

A/N: The response to My James, Your Bucky has been so awesome. I did say that if I write the next part it will be painful. You still wanted more. I hope you like it.

I went through all comments and asks to tag people so I hope I haven’t missed anyone out?

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

It’s been good few hours since you discovered your flat in a complete mess. You’ve been practically dragged out of there by a man with the bow. Hawkeye, you think was his name. Frankly, quite a few people introduced themselves to you outside, but you couldn’t care less for who they were. Why would you? They all just barged into your life expecting you to be calm and understanding. Calm and understanding?!

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Originally posted by lovershub



Request: waking up in bed - morning kai and turns heated

She let out a soft groan, blinking groggily through her eyelashes and pushing her messy locks from her eyes. She lay surrounded by plush white sheets and feather pillows, the noise of early morning birds chirping drifting through her open window. With a seconds confusion, she turned, remembering that she’d closed her window before bed last night. Her violet curtains had been pushed aside, window hanging loose, a smug boy blocking her view of the outside world.

“Good morning, princess,” he smiled, sliding his fingers gently across her cheek. His brown locks were smoothed perfectly atop his head, those heart stoppingly beautiful blue eyes were locked to her own, and seeing her instantly sent a smile to his lips. He was stretched out atop the blankets, fully clothed in a black pullover and tattered jeans.

“Kai!” she said with surprise, quickly grabbing at the sheets and going to pull them over her exposed flesh, as she’d passed out wearing only her undergarments.

“Don’t,” he stopped her, locking his fingers gently through her own and peeling them away from the sheets.

“Kai,” she flushed with embarrassment. “I-don’t,” she stumbled, completely self conscious of her body.

He silenced her with his lips, molding them gently against her own, moving his hands gently around her hips, his cold rings sending shivers down her spine.

“You are by far the most beautiful girl I’ve had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon,” he sighed, pulling away and pressing his pretty nose against her own, “it’s about time you see that.”

Her cheeks burned red, bashful smile tickling her lips but unable to find the right words to respond with. He didn’t mean it as a way to flirt, he just genuinely enjoyed every inch of her body, and made sure to keep his eyes only on her face all the while.

“Why are you here?” she asked after a brief silence.

“I couldn’t sleep, but, seeing you helps me relax,” he admitted. “Also, I was hoping we could watch the sunrise together,” he signalled at the orange flares coming from outside.

“I would love to,” she smiled happily at Kai, to which he beamed and rolled to his side so he could face the window. From behind the rich green foliage in the driveway, they were able to make out the ember colors that lifted into the grey sky, like a giant golden red suspending orb being held by an invisible string. The girl pushed herself up a little so she could see over Kai, snuggling into his backside while she was at it. Her arm came around his body as she meshed her own into his shape, instantly feeling Kai go stiff under her touch.

“You okay?” she asked, sensing his shift.

“Of course,” he responded quietly.

“Good,” she breathed into him, watching the sky melt into a soft pastel blue, her hand absentmindedly starting to draw little patterns over the heretic’s flesh.

His breath hitched in his throat, but he ignored it and tried with all his might to ignore the feeling of her skin against his own, and the smell of soft sugar and honey that wafted off her body, the one he knew by now came from her favorite body foam. What was infuriating was that she didn’t even know what she was doing to him without even meaning to.

The girl pressed her face gently against the back of Kai’s head, her full lips and soft breath skimming over his skin and heartbeat steadily thrumming into his back. Her eyes were focused on the color palette in the sky, but Kai’s weren’t, his vision going blurry as he struggled to focus, causing him to release an involuntary growl of disscontempt. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked with concern, peeling her eyes from the sky.

“I can’t-” he said through a raspy breath, his eyes closing, “focus.”

“Why?” she asked, not aware of her control over him.

“I can’t,” he tried again, “when your hands are on me, and i’m drowning in your scent, and y-your heartbeat-” he tried to explain through soft stammers.

“Oh?!” she said, rolling gently aside, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I mean,” he turned to face her now, “it’s nice.”

His blue eyes skipped all over her face, never sure where to look.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed nervously, her heart starting to race.

Kai’s eyes fluttered closed, his chest rising heavily as he bit at his tongue to restrain himself from thinking of all the things he wanted to do, from feeling-

Suddenly his breath was lost as he felt a leg stretching over his side and bringing down weight to sit gently on his front, as well as two hands trailing softly over the fabric of his shirt. His eyes blinked open at the girl, who sat innocently atop Kai’s body, straddling him as if it was no big deal. She looked shy as ever, her hands not knowing which part of him to touch, her chest rattling softly as she breathed unsurely. Her eyes drifted up to Kai’s, waiting for him to say something, but when she realized he couldn’t, her fingers just nervously toyed with the hem of his shirt.

“May I?” she gulped, tugging at his tee.

He nodded slowly, still shocked as she pulled his shirt right over his head and stared in awe at his rippled front. Her hands trailed over Kai’s foreign skin, fingertips sending electricity through his body as she simply felt every inch of him. Then, without a glance up at him, she dipped her mouth into his front and began to explore it, letting her lips drop kisses, or tongue draw circles against him. Kai’s eyes drank of the sight of her, the feeling causing him to release a soft noise of contempt.

“(Y/N),” he managed at last.

“Yeah?” she said, lifting her head and diverting her attention back to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, already hating how it felt when her mouth wasn’t on his flesh.

“I don’t know,” she flushed, “I just, really want to…” she trailed off.

“Want to what?” he murmured, lifting himself up so he could bring his face closer to hers.

“I want…” she breathed, staring at the heretic’s lips, her heart going into overdrive. His eyes bore into hers, challenging her to close the gap between their mouths, so she did. Her face went slamming into his own, noses pressing together as her lips found his, and her hands went sliding into his soft brown hair. She rocked herself gently into Kai’s body, and he went back against the pillows, allowing her to assert more dominance as she pressed her mouth into his with more force, tongue sneaking in between his lips before he was given the opportunity to breathe. She was suddenly aware of the knot forming within her, Kai’s soft growl of hunger against her lips enough to drive her crazy. She removed herself from his lips and began trailing her tongue down a slow line across his chest, Kai’s hands against her hips as she moved down on him. She reached his boxerline, his sharp curves creating a V shape to where she wanted to go next, but before she could, she was flipped to her back, Kai assuming a position over her body. His hands came to her breasts, only unclasping her bra when she gave him a nod, and he felt himself ache from the sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to her when he saw her lips droop slightly with worry.

This made her smile a little, and he smiled right back before delving into her chest. His mouth attached around her right nipple, tongue drawing circles, hands coming to massage her gently. He dropped a kiss in the valley between her breasts before switching sides, the girls fingers sliding into his hair, mouth dropping open as she released a noise that made Kai go insane. His front harshly pressed to hers, she felt as his growing bulge pressed hard into her, and she fumbled through the pleasure for the zipper, her fingers clawing at his jeans with impatience. Kai drew his lips back to hers, pressing gently into her mouth and releasing a soft laugh into her lips, pulling away to look her over with a chuckle.

“Kai,” she begged, trailing her fingernail across the hem of his jeans, fingers aching with the need to explore him.

His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he let out another laugh, loving the way she went crazy beneath him, her urgency for him.

She pouted up at him, lower lip jutting out as she glared daggers at his smug little smirk, “you’re enjoying this?”

“Sure am,” he smiled.

She pursed her lips, eyes glued to his as she slowly removed her underwear, now laying fully exposed under the heretic, who’s eyes instantly flickered down, breath getting caught in his throat from the sight.

“What about now?” she challenged.

His nostrils flared, eyebrow raised with defeat, “got me.”

He tossed aside his pants, not even letting her get a good look before diving down into her heat, his hands forcing her thighs outwards as he bent into her, mouth attaching to where she needed him most. Her head instantly fell out, a profanity escaping her lips as Kai dipped his tongue cautiously inside her, one of his hands coming up to massage her clitoris. 

“Fuck, you taste good,” he moaned, nuzzling his face deeper down, tongue flittering across her entrance before fully extending inside of her, his hand rubbing little circles, the knot in her stomach tightening. Not enough for him, he scooted further up her body, positioning himself at her entrance, blue eyes filled with lust as they met with hers, eyes to her face as he pushed himself gently inside of her. Her eyes rolled back, that noise he loved emanating from her throat, her hair a perfect halo around her pretty little face, and just that was enough to make him almost lose it. Kai placed a hand upon either side of her hips before slowly rocking his length into her. His length stretched her open, but the look of pain she wore only lasted a second before dissolving into pleasure, her walls tightening comfortably around him. He began a slow rhythm as he pulled back and dipped forward, unable to keep his eyes open as he was engulfed by that feeling. Their breathing coming more ragged, bodies covered in a layer of sweat, he began to quicken his pace, his hips coming knocking into her own every time he slammed himself into her. His rings left deep imprints in her skin as he forced her down, her own hands coming to his back and leaving a trail of red fingernail marks.

“Mal-achai,” she said, choking on her own words, nails sinking into his flesh.

He practically melted at the sight of her, no mercy as he felt himself slipping, his thrusts starting to get more sloppy now. The girl’s body began to convulse beneath him, the knot unwinding in her stomach as she let out a cry, Kai giving a final push before groaning out as he emptied himself inside of her. Filled to the brim and unable to move, she quietly shook beneath Kai Parker, giving herself time to recover. Kai removed himself and bent down to clean her up gently with his tongue, the sensitivity causing her to twitch lightly.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling her fragile form into his embrace, her face nuzzled into his chest as she slowly regained composure. He brought his fingers trailing gently through her messy tangles, dimples alighting his cheeks when she blinked those eyes up at him.

“So, that sunrise was pretty great, huh?” he joked.

She giggled into his skin, unable to control her laughter, “Kai!”

He smiled down at her, happy to hear that laugh.

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling her hair gently behind her ear.

“What?” she whispered up at him.

“Nothing,” he sighed, planting a kiss briefly to her forehead, “I’m just at a loss of words for how in love with you I am.”

BTS reaction | you wear tight / revealing / sexy clothes

Warning: feminine attire (Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook), monogamy (Jin), random GOT7 member reference (Namjoon, Jungkook)

Thanks for the request, @toomilkshakewombat!

Seokjin | ᴊɪɴ

As much as he hates to admit it, Jin is a bit uncomfortable with the way you dress sometimes. He doesn’t think poorly of you, but he’s worried about how other people will perceive you. You’re smart, kind, and most importantly not available. Of course as the supportive boyfriend he is, he’d never try to stop you from wearing what you like, especially since he finds it so sexy, but he but sometimes he makes suggestions. At the end of the day though, Jin is just happy that you’re happy. He’s the one you come home to each day, he’s the one who gets to see even more of your body, he’s the one who gets to call you his.

“Ah, jagi, can we shopping today? I want to spoil you with new clothes!”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Yoongi | sᴜɢᴀ

To be honest, your Yoongi never seems to make much mention of your more provocative style of dress these days. Before the two of you got together, you could tell he was impressed by you and he’d even spoken about how he liked that you were so different from what he usually sees. He’s always been all over you when the two of you are intimate, but you can’t help wondering how he feels about your style now.

Today the two of you were out shopping for a new dress for an upcoming event. You’re checking yourself out in the changing area’s 180 mirror when you catch Yoongi ogling your figure from behind you. “What’s up, babe?”

He mmms appreciatively before speaking, “You’re buying that, right?”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Hoseok | ᴊ-ʜᴏᴘᴇ

You couldn’t ask for a more supportive boyfriend than Hoseok. Sure, when the two of you first met he was a bit intimidated by your style. To him, revealing clothes meant tons of confidence, and confidence like that was probably taken. And yeah, you were at the time, but it all worked itself out in the end. Now the two of you are virtually inseparable and Hoseok exists as your own personal hype man.

The pair of you had plans to stay in and play video games with the other members. When you arrived at their flat, Hobi was the one to let you in. He hugged you excitedly and soon enough you and all of Bangtan was sitting around the television in the living room. You were engrossed in your game and didn’t pay any mind when your thin oversized cropped tee sleeve fell off your shoulder down your arm. You had nothing on underneath, but you weren’t obscene so what did it matter? Next to you, however, Jungkook had noticed and his game performance reflected that. Hoseok noticed your intense concentration and the maknae’s distracted play, prompting him to boast proudly.

“Ahh, my jagi is even sexy playing video games!”

Originally posted by jaayhope

Namjoon | ʀᴍ

As a man who loved and appreciated fashion, Namjoon had always expected his partner to dress as interestingly as he did. When he met you, when the two of you got together, he found himself in awe of your style. You wore your body like an outfit and clothes as accessories. He loved how your jeans always hugged the curve of your hips and ass, how the rips would show more than just a tasteful hint of skin. He loved when your shirts were so low cut that you were able to use that to your advantage to tease him. And boy, did you. 

The two of you were enjoying dinner with Jackson, one of Joonie’s idol friends and a friend of his. The place was a casual hole in the wall where music played so loud that you all had to lean in close. After a few moments of yelled conversation, Jackson’s date asked you to dance with them. You removed your jacket after agreeing, revealing a lacey black bralette.

Namjoon grabbed your wrist as you turned to walk away. “Aish, why do you have to tease me like this when I can’t do anything? Just wait until we later.”

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Ah, your Jiminie. Regardless of how you two are in bed, Jimin has a unconscious desire to submit to you. This man worships every centimeter of your body, and to be quite honest he loves the way you dress. He loves that he gets to be the man on your arm when you strut through your environment. He’s used to it by now, but you still manage to provoke random proclamations of love and lust from your boyfriend when he sees your outfit for the day.

Today you’re wearing a low cut v- neck top so thin around your chest that your nipples display proudly in the chill air. For bottoms, you’re wearing skin tight ripped skinny jeans with exposed skin up the front of your thigh, and even one right below your butt.

Jimin sighs dreamily, then bites his lip as he looks you up and down. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked out of your bedroom. “God, jagiya. You’re just, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly

Taehyung | ᴠ

When I say Taehyung loves your style, I mean he loves it. As the two of you became friends you noticed that his hands would linger on your lower back during hugs when you wore crop tops, or he’d playfully pat your thigh in your short shorts. Now that the two of you are dating, his skinship levels are basically over 9000 (why tf did i-).

The two of you were sitting side by side at the window bar of a cafe looking out at the rainy streets. Chilled to the bone, he’d drug you inside to have hot chocolate with him. You were wearing a crop top and leggings with a long cardigan and boots. As you sipped your warm beverage, you felt Taehyung rubbing his fingers down your exposed side under your cardigan. “Stop it, your hands are cold!” You whispered at him. He slid his hands down your side, you shivering at the gentle touch, before settling his hand at your inner thigh. He rubbed circles on the area with his thumb prompting a whimper from you. You blushed and sat your mug down, then looked down to watch his hand on you.

“____, I think I love leggings.”

Originally posted by celinet7


Jungkook likes your style a lot since it complements his casual looks well, so you two make a stylish couple. He loves that you wear lots of black and white like him. One thing he hasn’t quite gotten used to yet though is how sexy these monochrome outfits can be, especially when it comes to a night out.

Your plans for tonight are a double date in which you’re introducing Jungkook’s friend Yugyeom to one of your friends. Your Kook had said that the other singer was a lot like him and was very interested in dating someone older than him. He and Yugyeom waited on you to finish getting ready while your friend was going to meet you all there. You walked out of your room a very low very short very tight black tube dress. Yugyeom noticed you first, while your boyfriend was occupied with his phone. “Shit.” Yugyeom appraised. Jungkook’s head shot up and he shoved his friends face diverting his eyes from you before he walked up to you. You backed yourself into a wall allowing him to look down at you. Jungkook rested his forehead on your shoulder and put his hands on your waist.

“God noona, I’m going to have to watch you all night.”

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Little witch (Part 7)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 897

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so so sorry I’m posting it so late and that this part is so short. I promise to post the next tomorrow morning or at the evening and I’ll try to make it much more interesting ♥ Please tell me what you think and Enjoy :3

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6

Originally posted by koenigreus

“I’ve never thought superheroes can be that-”

“Wild.”, the two teenagers stood at the door of the living room. They had come in the tower after midnight but the people had been still parting hard. Peter and (Y/N) had spent some hours in Peter’s room talking about their past and telling each other jokes until (Y/N) had fallen asleep and Pete had moved her to her room.

“This will take ages to clean.”, the witch complained while looking at the confetti, napkins, glasses, empty bottles on the floor. There was even a spot on the carpet of wine and two others of whiskey or vodka.

“Do not worry Mrs (Y/L/N) and Mr Parker. I usually clean after the parties.”, a deep voice spoke from somewhere. It was Jarvis. At the beginning (Y/N) always jumped at the sound but after some weekends she got kind of used to it. Jarvis was like a friend to her, always helping if had gotten lost or was searching for something.

“No, Jarvis. We will do it this time.”, (Y/N) spoke and asked for some sacks where they could put all the rubbish.

“Yeah, it’s not a problem. Besides that, we’ll spent some time together.”, as Peter said those words, both him and (Y/N) blushed. Last night had changed their relationship. They were more confident around each other, showed how much they admired the other. Yes, it sounded odd. To change your attitude towards somebody just for five or six hours you had spent together. That had surprised and scared our well-known little witch. The past month was like the first years of a baby. She felt to so many things in such a short period that it was hard for her to perceive what had happened. Lately, she had decided just to feel everything rather than rationalizing it.

“I’ve wanted to ask you something since you told us your story. But I’ve never felt comfortable with it…I-um…will it be okay for you to talk about your scar?”, Peter questioned the girl as he put two empty bottles of Jack Daniels in the sack. (Y/N) was slightly surprised by the question. She had never thought somebody would be that interested in it.

“Yeah, go on.”

“Are you ashamed of it?”, the girl froze for a moment. Why would he ask such a thing!? (Y/N) turned around looking at the boy. She met his eyes and saw pure interest and soon regret as he saw her reaction, “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have as-asked that. Forge-forget about it.”, Peter stuttered and turn around shamefaced.

“No, no. It just surprised me. I don’t understand why you would ask me that.”

“I’ve seen you covering it almost all the time but simultaneously you don’t act as though you care if somebody will see it or not. ”

“Oh.”, she exclaimed, “No, I am not ashamed of it.”, she stated and images of her scar appeared in her head. When she had been still in Hydra, she had been allowed to use only one small mirror. Even with it, she had never seen her scar before she had come in the tower. (Y/N) was either too close to death to think about it, or busy with training and moaning from the pain, “The first time I saw it was when I came here. I wasn’t used to mirrors so the big one in my room did surprise me. At first I was passing by but the girl inside me saw an opportunity to show and one day I stood in front of it looking at me, my pale face that was slowly gaining its color, my pale body because of never being exposed under the sun, at my scar that wasn’t covered in blood. I saw myself whole and I did like every part of it. It made me who I am. Even the scar. You may think I was shocked, disgusted, ashamed of it but no. Well, maybe part of me felt sad but I was proud.”, at that time Peter and (Y/N) had sat in the clean part of the sofa. Pete was listening to her in awe. He was amazed by her words and the way she was talking about such a thing that could had caused her nightmares. The girl, on the other hand, was fully immersed in what she was saying. The events she was talking about overwhelmed her letting her feel the same emotions as she had done then, “I am proud of it because it tells my story and reveals who I am. It shows what I’ve been though and that I survived. When I was chained and whiplashed, I felt death. Deep inside I believed that every time was my last. That with the next close of my eyes, the agony would stop. I wanted that, Peter!”, the girl looked at him and he saw the broken in them. The previous night, when they were together, before and after the kiss she was smiling, shining like a star and lighting his way. Now, his star was quenched, “I was at the threshold of giving up. But I didn’t and that’s why I am not ashamed of my scar. It shows how strong I am and I will always be proud I managed to escape this peaceful trap I got myself into.”

For a moment, the boy just stood there not able to say anything. He had lost the ability to talk being too impressed. He had thought he had problems, with his high school troubles and nightly adventures. He was falling for her more and more with every second passing. He wasn’t able to stop it and was happy about it.

“Am I interrupting something?”, somebody asked all of a sudden causing the two teenagers, who were obviously sharing a moment, to jump, “Oh, sorry kids, didn’t want to scare you.”

“Hey, Colson!”, Peter greeted the man in the TV, “How are you?”

“Perfectly good. And by what I see around you, it must have been a rough night, huh?”, the man laughed at his words. Although he was used to seeing his favourite Avengers with hangovers the next morning, he still found their state funny.

“Well, maybe. We weren’t here but for the two of us it was definitely a night to remember.”, (Y/N) smiled and stood take a bottle because it wasn’t letting her see the man.

“Be careful, kids!”, he warned them with a smirk on his baby face, “I don’t want to become a grandpa.”

“You are just like Mr. Stark!”, Peter exclaimed.

“Is there something important, Mr. Colson?”, the girl changed the subject as she wasn’t that comfortable with the previous one.

“I’ve sent some information about a case. Tell Steve and Natasha to check it when they wake up.”, he informed the teenagers in front of him and said a goodbye giving the excuse he was busy. Then the screen went black and the ‘kids’, as Colson had referred to them, were once again alone.

“You know what? I am tired and I want to take a rest. Why don’t we leave this to the others?”, (Y/N) suggested as she put the sack on the floor, “It will be a lesson for them to learn.”

“I agree with you.”

“I’ll be in my room.”, the girl announced without letting Peter suggest a way to spent the time. She knew he would do so and she would had gladly accepted but right now she had something in mind that had to be done. Peter found her behavior odd but gave it to the exhausted statement.

(Y/N) rushed towards her room and once she was inside she turned the key. Something in Colson’s behavior had shown that there was a secret he was keeping. The way he looked for a second towards here and the fact that he gulped nervously was enough for her to understand that the secret was about her. Something had happened and it involved her. She had to know what and why.

“Jarvis, can I ask you for a favor?”, the girl asked as she sat on her bed.

“Yes, my lady, how can I help you?”, his voice echoed through the room. (Y/N) took a deep breath and then spoke

“Can you show me the file Mr. Colson have sent?”, the girl begged that her will would be fulfilled.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. (Y/L/N), but it’s only for Mr. Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”

“Jarvis, I need to know about that file. Nobody would know that I have read it.”, the girl stood and looked at one of the camera in the corner of the room. Tony assured her that only Jarvis could turn it on if he thinks someone is in danger, “I will get it eventually but since we are like friends, I am asking you polite. Please, show me the file.”, (Y/N) spoke softly yet firmly. Jarvis, of course, protested for some minutes but finally gave in.

“Here, but only for a second.”, her laptop shined and she saw a file being opened.

The girl sat on the chair and looked at the screen. There were some photos and a document. She decided to first open the photos and then the text explaining them. She clicked on them and the first one made her heart skip a beat. Woods, dead bodies, blood…(Y/N) clicked again and the photo changed. This one wasn’t taken from a distance like the other. It gave a better view on what had happened. She saw a kid laying on the ground dead. He had two, three, four, five holes in his body from bullets. The trees around the body were burnt, the grass too. (Y/N) knew those blonde curls, now having a red liquid in their ends, the pale face and the dark blue eyes that were looking at her. Biting her lip she opened the next photos. There were three more children and one boy around her age. Every one of them was surrounded by the damages their powers had caused. The witch was aware what had happened without even opening the file. However, she did it only to make sure she was wrong. Sadly, her thoughts were real. These kids had been killed by Hydra agents two kilometers away from the base where she had been kept. (Y/N) closed the laptop and turned around on the chair. She positioned her elbows in her knees and buried her head in her hands. Breathing in and out she tried to rationalize what she had seen. Those children weren’t more than 12, except the boy who was 16. Some of them had marks on them with the famous symbol of Hydra. Just like her, they had been marked no matter it was in a different way. She had to do something, she wanted to. Through the tenth years she had spent in the base, other kids had been coming, kidnapped from their parents. Some of them were orphans but others weren’t. They had families, friends, people who loved and adored them. And now? They were dead, lying on the woods where nobody could find them. They were thrown away like rubbish, killed as though they had been wild animals. Rage kept rising in (Y/N)’s body. She felt something that she hadn’t experienced for a month. But this time she didn’t try to stop it.

Part 8

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Billy Hargrove Imagine- Mysterious Boy Part 2

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Here it is!! Part 2 of the Billy Hargrove Imagine- Mysterious Boy.  If you haven’t read part 1, you can read it  here .  This was requested by a couple of you, officially by @misshoranarmstrong ,so I really hope you enjoy it.  Now I asked whether you wanted it fluffy or smutty and got a couple of answers for both options.  So, I did my best to add a little bit of both.  However, it isn’t super smutty because some wanted fluffy and some didn’t.  If you want a Billy Hargrove smut, please let me know and I will write a separate imagine that is smutty just for you lol.  Oh, I mention some pretty good power ballads in this imagine too so you should definitely listen to them.  Shoot! Listen to them while reading!  Whatever you want, but you should definitely look them up if you don’t already know them.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! 

Warnings: Mild language and sexual references

You slowly pulled your Corvette into the driveway of your house.  A confident grin sat on your lips as you got out and quickly made your way to your room. As you threw yourself onto your bed, butterflies raged inside your stomach.  The smell of his cologne hung onto your clothes sending shivers up and down your spine.  You had only just met Billy, but he already had this effect on you.  Trying not to give the idea of the two of you together too much thought, you went over to your desk and turned on the radio.  Returning to your bed, you laid back and slowly drifted off to sleep with the image of Billy dancing around your head.

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