underneath you clothes

Mobile Masterlist (smut)

Here’s our smut masterlist for your smutty desires!

S.Coups

Shower smut (this is indeed smut)
95line foursome (smut)
First time (smut)
Jicheol threesome (smut)
Valentine’s Day (fluff; hints towards smut)
Emergency blowjob (smut)
Fivesome with hip hop unit where you’re Wonwoo’s girlfriend (smut)
Face riding (smut)
Morning after and a round two (smut)
College AU with thigh riding (smut) 
Morning sex on the kitchen counter (smut)  
Fingering/eating you out in the dining area, other members (…Mingyu) walk in (smut)
Backseat (smut)
Thigh riding (smut)   
Sex against a window (smut) 
Mutual masturbation (smut) 
Somewhat!Sub!Seungcheol where you’re sexually frustrated but he’s busy, but have your way anyway (smut) 
Jeongcheol hybrid AU (fluff, smut - longer, no reader) 
Overstimulation that ends with cuddling (smut) 
First time with Jeongcheol, poly relationship (smut) 
Eating you out in a bath (smut) 
Foursome with Seungcheol, Jeonghan and Jun (smut)
Daddy kink (smut)
Noona kink (smut)
Seungcheol finds out you’re cheating on him with Woozi (smut)
Strip poker (smut)
Phone sex (smut)

Jeonghan

95line foursome (smut)
He misses your bday party due to a fanmeet and makes it up to you (smut)
Car sex (with some fluff?) (smut) 
Jihan threesome (smut) 
Thigh riding (smut; short) 
First time + morning after (smut/fluff) 
Jeongcheol hybrid AU (fluff, smut - longer, no reader) 
First time with Jeongcheol, poly relationship (smut) 
Foursome with Jeonghan, Jun and Seungcheol (smut)
Romantic sex in bath (smut/fluff) 
Sub!Jeonghan smut where you use a vibrator on him (smut)

Joshua

Kisses + Shower + “No, I’m not going to shower with you!” (slight smut)
95line foursome (smut)
Face riding (smut)
You’re eating a magnum ice cream suggestively and he gets aroused (suggestive fluff)
Jihan threesome (smut) 
Thigh riding (smut; short) 
Shower sex (smut) 
Dom!Joshua, something really kinky (bondage, spanking, light choking) (smut)
Threesome with Joshua and Vernon (smut)

Jun

You’re having intense sex with Woozi but he walks in and joins (smut)
Face riding (smut)
Post-concert smut (smut)
Threesome with him and a girl (smut) 
Thigh riding (smut; short
Thigh riding (smut) 
Foursome with Jun, Seungcheol and Jeonghan (smut)
WonHui threesome (smut)

Hoshi

First time (smut)
You’ve been dating for a month and have you first intense fight that somehow turns into a make-out session (fluff? a mention of smut?) 
Thigh riding (smut; short) 
Thigh riding (smut) 
You turn him on during dance practice (suggestive fluff) 
Face riding (smut; longer one-shot)
Lazy day with him where you just play video games and it gradually gets smutty (fluff -> smut) 
Bath smut (smut)
Hybrid AU (smut)
Threesome with Jihoon (smut)

Wonwoo

Crossing the line (smut, threesome with Mingyu)
Daddy Wonwoo (smut)
Sub!Wonwoo (smut)
Smut with you tied to the bed and overstimulation (smut)
Fivesome with hip hop unit where you’re Wonwoo’s girlfriend (smut)
The other side (smut, threesome with Mingyu) 
Thigh riding (smut; short) 
Pool sex (smut) 
WonHui threesome (smut)
Shower sex where he’s a bit rough on you (smut) 
Session in the classroom, he’s a teacher and you’re a student (smut) 
Pet play (smut)

Woozi

Stress-relief with other members nearby + Noona (smut)
Rain + Morning (smut)
Jicheol threesome (smut)
Shower sex (smut) 
Eating you out (smut)
You’re having intense sex when Jun walks in and joins (smut)
Face riding (smut)
Road head (smut) 
You’re planning the future and things may or may not get heated (fluff, smut) 
Blowjob and other stuff in a recording booth (smut) 
Thigh riding (smut; short) 
You get into a huge fight and ignore each other until it leads to rough make up sex (smut) 
Thigh riding (smut) 
First time (smut) 
You’re a noona and he’s dominant (smut) 
Seungcheol finds out you’re cheating on him with Woozi (smut)
Threesome with Hoshi (smut)

DK

Thigh riding (smut) 
You like each other & Seventeen locking you two in a studio leads to admitting feelings and then smut (fluff, smut) 
You use a vibrator on him (smut) 
Jealous sex (smut) 
You mess with him during practice and the rest tell you to go elsewhere & eavesdrop (smut) 

Mingyu

Crossing the line (smut, threesome with Wonwoo)
Show me everything (smut)
Fivesome with hip hop unit where you’re Wonwoo’s girlfriend (smut)
The other side (smut, threesome with Wonwoo) 
Thigh riding (smut; short) 
Thigh riding (smut) 
Car date that turns into a hot session (smut) 
Threesome with Mingyu and Vernon (smut)
Hard birthday sex (smut)
CEO (smut)
Dom!Mingyu where you find him masturbating in the shower, he sees & asks you to join (smut) 

The 8

First time (smut)
Thigh riding (smut; short) 
Face riding (smut; longer one-shot) 
Daddy (smut)
He lets you sit on his face (smut) 
He comes back home after 6 months and you’ve missed each other a lot (smut) 

Seungkwan

Your first time ever & together when you’re both a bit self-conscious (smut)
Thigh riding (smut; short) 
Seeing you all dressed up turns him on (smut) 
Where they can’t see (smut ; Verkwan, no reader) 
You’re both horny and you’re suffering from period cramps and he finds out orgasms ease it: cue dry humping (smut) 

Vernon

Fivesome with hip hop unit where you’re Wonwoo’s girlfriend (smut)
Thigh riding (smut) 
Shower sex (smut)
You go to the dorm to cook for the boys & he realizes you’re wearing lingerie underneath your clothes + You surprise him with lingerie (smut) 
You’re dating and things get heated (smut) 
You lose your virginity to each other (smut) 
Where they can’t see (smut ; Verkwan, no reader)
Threesome with Joshua and Vernon (smut)
Threesome with Mingyu and Vernon (smut)

Dino

wE HAVE NONE YET SORRY FOLKS

Other

Dry humping (hip hop unit; smut; short)
Dry humping (vocal unit; smut; short)

MC in the clothes of the RFA guys
(There is nothing underneath those clothes so you can let your imagination run wild ヽ(´▽`)/ )

I wanted to draw the different MCs, but I couldn’t choose which one to pair with each guy, so I just used the long haired MC

For the people who asked what happened to Jaehee

Ideas for Witchcraft Using Art

[REPOSTED FROM OLD URL]

A compilation of ideas I have read or thought up! I do not claim originality for this post. Some ideas crossover between fields and are not repeated.

Two-Dimensional

  • Program your drawing tools with intent - for lighter/darker lines, for clarity of the stroke, for following through with the motion, for consistency.
  • Draw sigils on your drawing board or easel or table for inspiration.
  • (And if you’re using a flat table to draw, consider getting a drawing board. Drawing large on a flat surface distorts your POV.)
  • Energize your brush water for better removal of paint.
  • Draw a sigil on your palette or mirror/glass for paint to keep your paints moist for longer.
  • Use a clothes pin (for pink rubber erasers) or a 2B/light graphite pencil (for the kneadable erasers) to draw sigils for better removal of lines.
  • Enchant all your tools - brushes, paper pads, canvases, pencil cases, anything - for durability.
  • Program a stone (of your choice) to prevent loss of your tools and keep it in your backpack, pencil pouch, or portfolio bag.
  • Draw sigils on the back of your finished works for extra attention.
  • Sacrifice the first tip of your pencils and charcoal (both light and dark and especially anything past 6B) to a jar, and put a spell on the jar to keep your light lines light and your dark lines dark.
  • If you use a ruler or a stick to check proportions, dip it in enchanted water the night before - enchant the water to give you clarity of vision.
  • Optional: Enchant your clothes to repel paint stains, charcoal dust, pastel sticks, etc. (Optional because unless you’re Yves Klein, most artists I am familiar with are careful not to get excessively dirty because of wasted materials.)
  • Keep your paints/color-tools in a container enchanted to maintain their vibrancy.
  • Draw a sigil on any face-mask you have so that it filters all hazardous fumes out, especially if you are using spray paint.
  • Enchant spray paint cans for less dripping, as well as fixative cans.

Three-Dimensional

  • Enchant any and all materials and projects for durability, especially after welding, gluing, slipping, or firing a project.
  • Use chalk to draw a sigil on welding or plasma cutter surfaces for clean lines and careful motions.
  • Enchant any material used to bind objects together or secure objects with power and specific purpose (ex. glue to bind these two pieces of wood together, straps to bind these several pieces of plaster mold together).
  • Use magic to make a specific place where you rest your work (a table, a board, a section of floor) so that while you are away it is protected and safe.
  • Enchant all your small tools so that they are returned to you if lost. (Also sharpie your name all over those things. Do it.)
  • If you have access to YOUR OWN power tools, put a sigil for sharpness and durability on any saw blades. Do not do this if you are at a school using public equipment - you may not be allowed to draw on blades or remove them from the machines to draw on.
  • Siphon any frustration or anger as energy into hammers for extra force.
  • Invent a small chant to increase precision and say it before drilling, cutting, or altering anything.
  • Write sigils for protection, durability, and good color on paper and leave them in the kilns with your art work during firing. (For ceramics and hardening metal casting sand-resin molds. Wouldn’t advise it for glass kilns due to potential contamination by ash in small glass kilns.)
  • Enchant the hell out of your workspace for cleanliness, organization, and loss-prevention. Do this like everyday, I swear. I know sculptors. DO IT NOW.

Textiles/Printmaking

  • Sharpness enchantments on every single blade in your work area.
  • Draw durability and precision sigils on any sewing equipment used.
  • Enchant water for color-vibrancy and attention and use it to anoint all fabric lengths (usually best while they are still rolled up or immediately after purchasing them).
  • Energize paper reams with color-vibrancy and attention rather than using water.
  • Cast spells on all inks for good consistency and ease of use.
  • Enchant ink-mixing area for cleanliness and lack of contamination.
  • Likewise, enchant cleaning supplies (mineral oils, etc) for extra power while cleaning.
  • Say a protective chant over your pieces while they are drying to prevent damage.
  • Sigil the back of your stamps (and the printmaking word for the ‘stamps’ you use, I forgot) for durability.
  • Visualize your paper/fabric as imbibed with energy of fire for faster drying times.
  • Enchant thread for strength, enchant needle for sharpness, enchant any backing for protection.  

Digital/Photography

  • Cast spells all over your electronics for protection, battery life, memory space, anything you can think of.
  • If you use a tablet, clean it (carefully) and while doing that visualize your intent for the tablet to provide you with clean lines while drawing.
  • Draw a sigil on your workspace to remind you to save, frequently, often, and with more than one file name during a big project.
  • Enchant your external hard drives and USB sticks with loss prevention spells.
  • Draw a sigil for attention on the background of your digital file before starting a project, erase it for the sigil to activate or leave it hidden in the background for permanence.
  • Turn your digital signature into an enchantment for protection, attention, or theft-prevention.
  • Draw a sigil lightly on the reverse of any photographs printed for protection, attention, or theft prevention.
  • Hold camera lenses up to the sun for good lighting and angles and to the moon for clarity and cleanliness of your lens.
  • Ritualize cleaning of equipment to imbibe materials with specific attributes.

Performance

  • Enchant water pre-performance for strength, focus, and energy.
  • Draw sigils for attention on your body underneath your clothes (if you are the performer) or on the focus of your art.
  • Enchant digital or recorded files of your performance for protection (from loss due to accidental trashing) and for locating it later.
  • Sorry I don’t know much about performance, but call upon the spirits of Carol Schneeman and Joseph Beuys and I bet they’d help. (Schneeman’s still living but summon her anyways.)

General

  • Enchant your coffee, tea, or drink of choice for clarity during critiques and focus during those same critiques.
  • Put sigils on your clothes to decrease anxiety and stress, put sigils on your clothes to prevent damage to yourself or to your clothes.
  • Invent a chant to increase retention while studying for Art History.

Request: can you write something where penny bites the reader’s shoulder too hard and they have to get stitches? :)

Words: 1.2 K +

Warning: S m ut ( I told you guys)


The air was crisp, unusual for the season, which was just starting to turn from summer to fall. You could smell the rain in the air, the storm only about a few minutes away from flooding into the sewers and creating a cascading rumbling sound–one of which you had grown to find yourself soothed by. Already beginning to heart the soft drizzle of the rain, you knew that you would see Pennywise back from his daily hunt, and it was when you were standing in the middle of his lair, your clothes off and goosebumps risen on your arms that Pennywise had walked in, immediately noticing the bare skin that greeted him. Blood still crusted on his chin, he smiled and let out a giggle.

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Submit (Loki x Reader)

Request: Hey. I was wondering if you could write a Loki x reader where like the reader is mad at him and he apologises and that leads to smut. Loki lets the reader dominate him, being the first time he has ever submitted to someone and he is really loud. And at the end, Loki has a subdrop and the reader is really sweet and takes care of him. Thank you and sorry for any mistakes but English isn’t my native language.

Authors Note: Jesus balls, this one is long. Like, 1600 something words. Fucking hell… also, I lack experience with subdrops, so I hope it’s kind of acurate? Also, sub!Loki is hella hot. Like, jesus. 

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[Y/N] jumped up from the table in the library when her phone alarm signaled that it was five o’clock. Cursing, she gathered her books and rushed out of the library. She had stayed after school to study for her exams, [Y/N] would have studied at home but between her parents and siblings, she would’ve gotten nothing accomplished. 

“Crap, crap, crap.” [Y/N] muttered. The only reason why her alarm went off was because it was set to remind her to pick up her father’s suit from the dry cleaners. Glancing down at her phone, she chose a more appropriate word that explained how much trouble she was going to be in. “Fuck.” The dry cleaners closed exactly on the dot at five thirty and it was on the other side of town. [Y/N] kicked herself mentally for not keeping a better track of time.

Rounding the corner with head down, she slammed into someone. The collision sent [Y/N] to the floor, her books scattering the hallway, and phone sliding underneath the door and into the Science room. “Shit.” Rubbing her chest, she looked up only to gape at the person towering over her. “Peter?” 

Peter went to apologize but before he could do so, he followed her horrified stare to his chest. “Shit!” Fumbling with his jacket, he started to panic, zipping it up, he bit his lip. “It’s not what you think….” 

Still in shock, “I think it’s exactly what I think….” 

“No, no. It’s just a costume, not real, it’s you know, fake.” 

“A fake costume.” [Y/N] repeated as she picked herself up. “That you wear underneath your clothes?” Arching a brow, she shook her head, “Doesn’t sound fake to me.” 

“You can’t tell anyone.” Peter stammered, still in panic mode that someone that he hardly knew, knew his secret. 

Rolling her eyes, she huffed and bent down to pick up her stuff. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” 

“You won’t?” 

“You sound surprised, Parker.” [Y/N] said unamused as she searched for her phone in the Science room.

Leaning against the door frame, he shrugged. “Well, I’m, you know, Spiderman.” 

[Y/N] chuckled, “Right.” when she found her phone, she glanced down and groaned, 5:17. Tapping her chin with her phone, she planned her funeral in her head. Her father was going to be livid that she didn’t pick up his suit. He had an important business meeting and she was going to be so screwed. In the midst of her planning, she flickered a look towards Peter. Smirking, she walked right up to him.

Shuffling her books to one hand, her other grabbed his zipper and gently pulled it down to reveal the spider emblem. “Let’s make a deal, Parker.” 

Shifting in his spot, he stuttered out. “Uh, okay?” 

Looking into his brown eyes, she murmured. “You help me break into a dry cleaners and I’ll keep your secret.” 

“You want me to what?” 

Groaning, she frowned. “I was supposed to pick up my dad’s suit and it’ll be closed before I get there. I’ll be in deep shit, Parker. Like so deep, I’m going to be stuck forever. Help me and I’ll never even say the word Spiderman.” 

Contemplating, he smiled. “Deal.” 

Patting his chest, she gave a sigh of relief. “Good. You really are a hero.” 

anonymous asked:

hcs for Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Ranpo + type of hug?

Dazai Osamu

With Friends

  • Personal space barely exists in Dazai’s mind, and he’s a drama queen. Mix those two facts, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for a man who’s always throwing himself around you in a hug that’s energetic enough to snap bones. Expect to be crushed at random intervals at least once every three days, usually after he’s been abused by Kunikida and is whining about how nobody appreciates him but you.
  • Normally, Dazai’s hugs consist of him tossing a bandaged arm around your shoulders and tugging you tight into his side. Keeping things casual is his goal; rarely does any deep feeling swim through a hug, so he avoids embraces from the front like a plague.
  • Dazai’s hugs are intoxicating, his arms sending a sort of energetic shiver down your spine. They’re comfortable and smooth, but laced with mischief. It’s the sort of embrace you might expect at a Friday night party, right before he slams back another shot and tries to set you up with the hottie that’s been staring at you for the past five minutes.

With S/O

  • What Dazai’s feeling in the moment dictates how he wraps his arms around you. His hugs are just as versatile as the rest of him. What sort of hug you receive—whether it’s bubbly and sweet or crushing in a way that sends aches through your skeleton—all depends on Dazai’s mood.
  • Normally, Dazai’s hugs are playful. He slings his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, as he’s trying to spread a smile on your face or lure you into some game. Dazai rocks back and forth on his heels, swaying you to and fro as he teases you.
  • Be careful not to let Dazai’s light-hearted hugs linger for too long; if you don’t pry him off, his hands will eventually start wandering. More than once, a cute moment has screeched to a halt as Dazai’s nimble fingers slowly wind his way down and past your waistline, dancing patterns as they burrow underneath your clothes. If you think Dazai’s above subtly fingering you in the middle of a restaurant booth, you are sorely mistaken.
  • Sometimes, though, Dazai’s hugs aren’t so much fun. Whenever he bolts upright in the middle of the night, slick with sweat and nightmares ghosting his mind, expect to be crushed in a hug that shatters your heart. Dazai buries his head in your shoulder, arms winding around your waist and squeezing for dear life. He never cries, or whimpers, or even explains these hugs, but with the way his hands tremble against your skin, you probably don’t want to know what’s crossing his mind anyway.

Nakahara Chuuya

With Friends

  • Chuuya’s not big on tugging his friends in for a hug. Wrapping his arms around someone just treads too near to romantic territory. Not all hugs are declarations of passionate love; Chuuya realizes this, but he still can’t shake the feeling that something’s just off when friends go for a hug.
  • If you’re in rough shape, though, Chuuya shoves aside his own reservations to pull you into bone-crushing embrace. He tugs you into his chest, hand snaking up to rest on your head as he lets you sob through your troubles. Inside of Chuuya’s arms feels warm and safe, like the kind of hug a big brother snatches their siblings into after finding them with skinned knees and leaking eyes. He’ll stay, holding you, for as long as you need to collect yourself.

With S/O

  • Expect to be in Chuuya’s hugs more often than not; you’re squished into him so frequently, you might as well live in his arms. Whether you’re out wandering the streets on a date, visiting him in his Port Mafia office, or simply lounging around in his penthouse, Chuuya tugs you in for a quick squeeze whenever he pleases (and the mood strikes often).
  • Every single one of Chuuya’s embraces is paired with a kiss. If he pulls you in from the front, pressing you against his chest, be prepared for something romantic; his fingers slip to your chin, gently angling your lips to meet his, working your mouth slowly as his arms slide around your waist. Otherwise, he tugs you into him from behind, crossing his arms over your chest as his lips dip onto the top of your head.
  • Chuuya’s toned muscles aren’t just good for bashing people's’ teeth in; his strength means you’ll be spun around, a lot. If you sprint up to him, excited to attack him with a hug, he intercepts you, hands wrapping around your waist before you can throw your arms around him. Then he proceeds to lift and twirl you like a princess straight out of a Disney movie. As soon as your feet are solidly back on land, he tugs your waist flush against his, capping off this dramatic show with a tight and practically neverending hug.
  • After he’s downed a few glasses of wine, Chuuya’s hugs are much more fun. The poor man thinks he’s being suave as his fingers ‘sneak’ across your pants. It’s so painfully obvious that he’s just trying to cop a feel, though. Don’t worry; if you’re not up for some tipsy fingering, you won’t have to wait long before Chuuya practically passes out on your shoulder.

Nakajima Atsushi

With Friends

  • Affection’s still a bit foreign to Atsushi, but hugs are something he craves and adores with a passion. If you want to make his day, simply tug him into your arms and crush him a bit. 
  • Despite the fact that he loves hugs, embraces make Atsushi feel a bit awkward. If your arms wrap around anything lower than his shoulders, he’s immediately hyper-aware of everyone watching, every inch of skin rubbing. Even though he always hugs back, his cheeks are always dusted light pink. 
  • With Atsushi, there’s no such thing as a light embrace. The second a hug starts, he’s immediately flinging his arms around your shoulders and squeezing with all his might (and he’s got a lot of it; likely, you won’t be able to breathe properly until he detaches). Usually, Atsushi can’t help but let a laugh spill out of him. Hugs wash over him with a wave of euphoria and he simply loves the innocent gesture of affection.
  • If you’re in Atsushi’s arms, it’s impossible not to feel like the most loved person in the entire world. Every embrace is focused specifically on you; when you’re hugging him, his full attention’s devoted on the way you feel squished by his arms. His hugs are lighthearted and warm, refreshing but comfortable like a balmy breeze.

With S/O

  • Kissing’s guaranteed to fluster the poor tiger boy, so a hug’s the perfect way to spread a little bit of casual love to Atsushi while in public. He still notices every single pair of eyes shooting over to you two when your arms cinch around his waist, but at least he’s his normal shade and not blushing like a tomato. If you notice another girl staring, a predatory glint in her eyes as she looks Atsushi up and down, hugging him is a perfect way to mark your territory without flustering your boyfriend. 
  • Atsushi never looks at you while you’re hugging. If his head isn’t buried in your shoulder as he basks in your arms, your head’s probably buried in his. If you’re short enough, Atsushi settles for resting his chin on your head. He doesn’t evade your gaze on purpose; it just sort of happens without him even noticing.
  • You’re the only one that Atsushi hugs around the waist. To him, that’s pretty much a danger-zone; after all, the stomach’s such an intimate place! Sharing such close affection is something he’s only comfortable doing with you.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

With Friends

  • Prepare for the fact that you’ll never be hugged by Akutagawa, ever, in your entire life. Unless you’re knocking on death’s door, he would rather spend a day locked in with a pack of ravenous dogs than suffer through such an awkward, touchy-feely ordeal.

With S/O

  • Even holding hands is enough to unnerve Akutagawa. Hugs aren’t much better. He can only truly enjoy them while he’s relaxed, and seeing as pure, innocent affection practically winds him tight as a bow string, a good hug is nigh unto impossible. Comfortable embraces only happen after Akutagawa’s been dating you for a good long while, or late at night when you’re snuggling and he’s too exhausted to be grumpy. 
  • At first, Akutagawa’s embraces are undoubtedly stilted and awkward, but as he gets more comfortable with his skin brushing up against yours, hugs loosen up. No longer are all of his muscles bunched together when you throw your arms around him; in fact, he finds he enjoys this type of affection. Eventually, Akutagawa’s even comfortable enough with hugging that he gets a bit naughty when you embrace him. Don’t be surprised if Akutagawa’s fingers wander into your underwear in the middle of a hug.
  • No matter how much he grows to like hugs, surprising Akutagawa with one is generally a no-no. Being touched without his permission sets him on edge like he’s just heard someone whisper ‘Dazai’. If Akutagawa’s enjoying an unexpected hug, it’s because he surprised you, not the other way around.
  • Akutagawa’s got a go-to hug posture that he rarely strays from. One hand’s resting on the back of your head, his fingers slightly threading through your hair. His other hand’s gripping your stomach, his arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you closer. Practically no space separates your bodies as he pulls you closer against his skin.

Edogawa Ranpo

With Friends

  • Mere friends don’t deserve the privilege, the blessing, of Ranpo’s hugs. If you’ve managed to snatch the title of ‘best friend’, you might get a tight squeeze now and then, but chances are slim. Normally, the closest you’ll come to an embrace is Ranpo dramatically draping his limbs over you when he wants to catch a quick cat nap or complain about something.

With S/O

  • Much like everything else in his life, Ranpo’s hugs are either 0 or 100; nowhere in between. If he’s craving your love, he’ll often bug you to come and wrap your arms around him, whining until you drop whatever you’re doing to pay attention to him. It doesn’t matter if you’re reading a book, brewing tea, or even trying to finish up an exam; if Ranpo wants a hug, he’ll do anything in his power to get one (as long as he doesn’t have to stand up). Of course, sometimes the mood strikes him; he’s nearly stalking you for a hug. Ranpo will straight-up ambush you, cornering you in the bathroom while you’re pissing if he doesn’t see any other way to force some affection.
  • If you’re attacked out of nowhere, nearly tackled from behind, don’t worry; it’s probably just Ranpo. He rarely warns you before diving in for some unexpected attention. For someone who survives only on taffy and fruit-flavored soda, he packs surprising strength; don’t be surprised if you both end up on the floor with a few bruises. (He won’t be satisfied unless you kiss them better, of course. If you do a good job, though, he’ll return the favor.)
  • Don’t expect romantic hugs from Ranpo; unless he’s in a rare mood, all he wants from an embrace is light snuggling. Normally, after Ranpo’s got his arms around you, the next thing he does is drag you to the couch for some lazy cuddling. For him, effortlessly tangling together as you marathon shitty crime shows is much better than actually putting work into squeezing you in his arms.
  • Ranpo prefers to be wrapped in your arms, rather than the other way around. Unless he’s trying to get your attention by flinging his body parts across you, the detective’s out to be snuggled, not do the snuggling. After all, why hug back when he can just enjoy your head burrowing against his chest and your arms wrapping around his chest? Ranpo hugs back if you start pouting, but if he can get away without putting effort in an embrace, his arms just lazily drape over your shoulders.
Backpack | JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by jkguks

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre: humour (?) & fluff | 

length: 1k

summary: when paparazzi show up during a cute date, Jeongguk wants nothing more than to hide you away. In that case, he suggests his ever-so-faithful backpack.


“Get in the bag,” Jeongguk says.

“Excuse me?”

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15 year old girls should not be worried about if the skirt they are wearing is too short for them to wear in front of a man they’ve known their entire life. the outline of my bra should not be a problem around a man that have basically raised me. this man has no reason to be aroused by my legs or bra through my sweater. you sir, are nearing fifty. you sir, were babysitting my brother while my mother was in labor with me. you sir, were probably around for my first steps. you sir, are married to someone. you sir, have a daughter two years older than me. i am practically a daughter to this man, he has known me my whole life. if i can be in a public pool in my tiny bathing suit, i think a grown man that has known me my whole life can handle seeing a little bit more of my thigh than usual and the outline of my bra. you told me i was dressed too inappropriately to eat dinner with this man and his family. you told me my skirt was too short and that if you stare at my chest, you can see the outline of my bra. you told me that sometimes the strap of my bra shows in this sweater, and that there will be a grown man. mother dearest, would you rather me not wear a bra, so this man does not get aroused by the sight of the strap of the very thing made to contain my breasts. mother dearest, would you rather me wear sweatpants to easter dinner, so this man does not get an erection from the sight of my legs? mother dearest, i could instead wear a casual outfit, i have a t-shirt and jeans that hides these areas of arousal you are so concerned about. you see mother dearest, i personally think it would be must more appropriate for him to remember that i am 15 years old, i am still a girl, and that he doesnt have any goddamn business wondering about what the hell is hidden underneath my clothing.
—  “fuck you and the sexualization of your own child” a short thing i, lindsay wallis, wrote.
Lovehandles (Mick x Plus Size!Reader) Imagines - Fluff/Comfort

Imagines:

Team Legend has some down time after helping the Resistance take down Grant Wilson (Slade’s son) in 2046. Upset that he’s forced to leave, Mick looks to you for comfort…

*~*~*~*~*

“Get over here.”

Mick pulled you into his lap.

The force of him tugging you backwards caused much surprise, making you land on him with all your weight.

You couldn’t help but flush bright red with embarrassment. “Mick, what are you–”

He didn’t even let you finish.

The pyromaniac simply slipped his hands underneath your shirt and gave your love handles a firm, desperate squeeze. A high-pitched squeal sounded from you, causing Mick to grunt.

“Dammit, Babes,” he breathed heavily against the crook of your neck. “Stay still…”

“But, Mick…” you whined.

He bit down you, hungrily.

More squeezing and rubbing. This time, the gargantuan man grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, just stopping beneath your breasts. The pale, flabby folds of your skin spilled out from underneath your clothes and you couldn’t help but feel ashamed of your appearance.

Out of habit, you threw your pillowy arms across your stomach.

While Sara and Kendra had always been kind and supportive, constantly reminding you how beautiful you were, you never felt confident in your body. You weren’t attractive like them, fit like them…

Hell, you don’t even know how Mick could ever fall for someone as…well, big boned as you.

So the fact that he was doing all of this…

You lowered your gaze. “I don’t…I’m not comfortable…with this…”

Mick grumbled. “Why not?”

“Because I–”

“You’re fucking beautiful,” He interrupted, voice gruff and low.

Without warning, he hooked his hands underneath your arms and - somehow, without much issue - was able to hoist you up the nearby table. He stood up abruptly from his seat, knocking the chair over, as he took position between your legs.

You began pulling your shirt down. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he lied.

Your brows furrowed worriedly. “Are you sure…?”

For a moment, Mick appeared conflicted. As if he didn’t know whether he could trust you or not.

No surprise.

You have been only going out for a couple weeks, and prior to, the only person he had ever trusted was his partner, Leonard. The two had been best friends since their initial meeting in juvie; but, when they came back to the Waverider after defeating Grant Wilson, the two seemed…distant…

Like they had gotten into a fight.

Maybe that was it?

You couldn’t help but ask. “Is it Leonard…?”

At the mention of his partner, Mick narrowed his eyes and grunted. “Why, the little bastard say something to you?”

And their it was.

The sore spot.

You shook your head. “No.”

Pressing your lips together in a firm line, you reached out to hold his hands. He seemed to stiffen under your touch - only for a few seconds or so - before forcing himself to relax.

“You just seemed upset,” you started in a very cautious tone. “Plus, you’re being extra touchy-feely with me.”

The pyromaniac let out a derisive snort. “Can you blame me?”

Placing his broad, calloused palms on your hips, he scooted you closer against him. You let out yet another small yelp. Mick pushed your worries aside, and lifted your shirt up once more.

“C’mon, Babes,” he struggled against your arms to keep you from tugging your shirt down. “Don't…”

You furrowed your brows. “Why?”

“Because…” he let out a heavy, partially-irritated sigh. “It’s the only thing keeping me from beating he living hell outta Snart.”

Eyes wide, you couldn’t help but blink and stare at him. “Really…?”

He nodded. “Plus…I just really wanna touch you.”

And with that, Mick dipped down and hungrily pressed his heated lips against yours. He rolled your shirt up once more and secured his hands at your sides, fingers sinking in to all that you had to offer.

For the shortest while, you felt uncomfortable, very self-conscious; but, once you were sure Mick wouldn’t initiate more than you were comfortable with, you relaxed into his hold.

“God, Babes…” he groaned. “I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you too.”

Shit, Are You Crying? (smutty)

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

Request: Here’s some advice, don’t have sex while watching [The Fox and the Hound]. Just don’t. (NSFW)

Summary: Um,,,,,,, do I really need to explain this one,,,,,,, smutty smut down below hehe

A/N: Alright y’all am so sorry for going on a small hiatus the past few days, school started this past monday for me and ya know how that goes lol ANYWAY yes I know I said that requests are closed but omfg when I heard this I was like i gotta write this ok thx enjoy :D

Wordcount: 915, i wanted this to be longer but oh well you gotta take what you get when you’re going through an inspiration shortage lulz

Requests are closed right now, sorry all!

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Candy, Kisses, & Elevator Sex (John x Reader x Alex)

A/N: Here’s my Valentine’s Day Special! Sorry it took so long, got into my writing zone and just couldn’t stop! Hope you enjoy!

You opened your eyes enjoying the feeling of refreshment that you didn’t usually get from just waking up. You snatched your phone off the bedside charger to check the time.

“CRAP!”

You overslept! Springing out of bed, you ripped off your pajamas as you bolted to the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later you were dressed at least semi-well and running to catch the train to work. If you gave it your all you might be able to make it to work on time.

Panting for air, you held your travel cup of bitter black coffee in your hand and a pop tart in your other. They balanced in your grip as the station came into your sights. Just a few blocks away, the heel of one of your pumps caught itself on a crack in sidewalk and made you crash onto the cement. It was food and drink massacre.

The frosting from the pop tart smeared on the sleeve of your coat. The force of the tumble popped the top off your mug and coffee spilled everywhere. Your knees and palms had been scraped and bruised along with your ego.

Getting back on your feet, you found that your heel was finished. Limping the rest of the blocks to the station, you purchased a ticket and struggled up the stairs to the boarding platform before the train arrived.

You slumped in the farthest corner of the train and sighed wondering if the day could get any worse. Then your phone vibrated.

It was a text from your boyfriend, Sam. He must sent you a Happy Valentine’s Day text message. He was so sweet. You unlocked your phone to look at the message, excited that it must be about your plans for tonight. He said he had a surprise for you!

Sammy Sea-bunny:

Salutations (Y/N). I’m sorry to inform you that I have fallen in love with someone else. I’m regret that I couldn’t tell you in person. Hope we can still be friends.

You stared at your phone. The pain in your knees and palms from your fall overshadowed by the pain you were feeling in your heart. You couldn’t believe it. You already made reservations at an exclusive resort in California for your vacation in June. You had planned to London for his birthday. You quickly replied back.

You:

Eat a dick, asshole.

You silenced your phone and shoved it into the deepest part of your purse. It was all too much for you to take especially on a day without your daily coffee and breakfast. One more thing and you’d lose it. You just needed to make it through one work day and later you can cry over a glass of wine and your emergency chocolate stash.

Standing in front of the silver elevator doors in your bare feet, you waited impatiently for the doors to open. About two blocks into your walk from the train station, you decided to forsake your heels and go bare foot because it was better than limping around. Luckily you kept an extra pair of sandals in your desk that would get you through the day. You didn’t have any client meetings and had just treated yourself to a pedicure, so your feet looked fabulous.

The doors finally opened and a bunch of people pushed past you. You stepped in and pressed the button for the fiftieth floor. Behind you came in two younger men. One pushed a cart full of dozens of assorted floral bouquets and Valentine’s baskets. You glanced from one handsome face to the next. Ugh.

They were attractive to say the least. Nice features, full lips, young faces, slender bodies, and it looked like they had some well-defined muscles underneath their clothes. You licked your lips and looked away. Not like you wanted anything to do with the male species ever again, but looking didn’t count right?

The taller one and the one close to you were dressed in jeans and blue t-shirts, his jacket tied around his slender waist. He pushed the button for the sixtieth floor and met your eye. He gave you a small smirk like he knew you were staring. You scowled in reply, looking at the doors in front of you. Screw pretty boys and the rest of their kind.

Out of the corner of your eye you could spot him looking you over. You quickly felt the urge to explain why you were carrying your shoes but pushed it away. You didn’t need to explain yourself to anyone, especially two guys in a elevator.

You sighed and closed your eyes as the elevator began to move up. Soon you’d be in your cubicle, put on your flip-flops, and get some high calorie sugar treat and crappy coffee from the vending machine area. The guys behind you were talking about something, but you were honestly too busy thinking about whether to get a cinnamon bun and powdered donuts when a strange screeching sound came from above. The three of them looked at each other that sound was obviously not normal. Then, came a loud clicking followed by one weird bang and then elevator completely halted.

“What the hell was that?!” said the short guy. He walked over and pressed his floor button a few times.

“I don’t know but it doesn’t sound good,” said his friend. His hands buried in his jean pockets as he leaned into the corner of the elevator, legs crossed nervously. He wore the same blue t-shirt with matching logo on the front. Same as the other guy. You could make out the design more clearly now. Washington Floral Co. That was the local flower shop a few blocks over. You had seen their bouquets in the building before.

“Please don’t tell me we’re stuck in here,” you whispered. You walked over to the control panel. “Of all days, why’d it have to do today?” You pressed the emergency call button.

A voice came over the speaker. “Peggy here.”

“Hello. Um… I think the elevator stopped.”

“Can you tell me which one miss?”

You looked at the two boys but they both shrugged their shoulders.

“Uh… the one not moving. Isn’t there some kind of master panel or something?” You asked, rubbing your forehead. “I think it’s the middle one on the left, maybe. Or it could be the right?”

“Alright, I’ll contact maintenance and get someone on it. Sit tight. We’ll have you out in a jiffy~.”

“I hope they hurry up. We’ve got a ton of deliveries to make today,” said the short guy as he flung his jacket onto the bottom of the cart. He ran a hand through his dark locks and you wondered at how it was possible for it to look even better tousled. “John, better call Mrs.W, tell her what’s going on.”

John dialed up whoever Mrs.W was and turned to face the far wall for privacy. Which wasn’t really that private since they were trapped in an elevator. You caught sight of his firm backside and did a double take. Following along his waist up to his shoulders where his t-shirt was stretched taut by the muscles in his back, curving over his shoulders and hugging the muscles in his arms. He had a nice swimmers body type. Your stomach flipped and you snapped your head away.

You tried to focus on playing on your phone instead, looking at the time. Only five minutes had passed. Everything was being handled right? They’d be out in fifteen minutes tops, right? You took a deep breath and jammed your hands in your pockets hoping the rescue would come fast.

Twenty more minutes went by and Peggy’s voice finally came back. “Hello ma’am?”

You rushed up to talk near the mic. Not that you needed to but it felt awkward just talking into air. “I’m here.”

“It’s going to be a little longer than we thought. Seems there a computer malfunction and we have to get the tech guys. It’ll be awhile.”

“Peggy?” You waited for her to reply but got nothing. “Peggy! How long is awhile?”

“I’d say at least an hour or two. However, traffic is pretty bad today. Could be three.”

“Three hours!”

“Sorry ma’am. You got company or are you by yourself?”

You looked at the two boys. “There’s two other people in here with me. But don’t you have cameras?”

“Yep, but they’ve been out of order for weeks now. Some parts on back order. Always something isn’t it?” she laughed.

You on the other hand didn’t feel like laughing one bit. You backed up to the elevator’s wall and dropped to the floor, looking at the small square you were trapped in. The walls were closing in, seeming to get thinner. Three hours. You would have to sit here for three whole hours at the least. The events of the day hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You buried your face in your hands and that’s when the flood gates broke. A slow trickle at first, until both eyes gushed salty tears and you sat there sobbing into your hurt hands.

“Hey now. Being in an elevator with the two of us isn’t all that bad, is it?” said a voice from the other side of the room.

You gave sniffle, peeking between the strands of hair that cascaded in front of your eyes. The tall one in the corner had sat down as well and was scooting up closer to you. Oh my gosh!

You had finally reached rock bottom, crying your eyes out in a elevator in front of two hot guys. Squeezing your eyes tight and hiding your face more, wishing you could just disappear.

“Are you okay,” he asked, gently touching your leg and quickly looked up. You saw his deep brown eyes and freckles staring at you, through those sweet dark lashes, worried. “We won’t be in here forever you know.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that.”

You pulled up the text from Sam, holding it out for the stranger to see.

“Holy shit.” He gave your leg a firm squeeze. “I’m so sorry. That sucks and today of all days.”

“What sucks?” Alex knelt down next to them and freckles showed him the phone. “Woah. That’s a crappy way to start the day, huh?”

“You have no idea,” you said, telling them about the rest of your morning.

“So that’s the reason you weren’t wearing shoes. I’m Alex by the way and this big lug is John. We deliver for the florist not too far from here to help out with college expenses.”

“(Y/N). I work in the building. Shouldn’t you have classes now?”

“Yeah, but we’re skipping because we make a shit-ton of cash on Valentine’s Day.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I bet.”

Alex’s eyebrows creased. “Listen, don’t worry about that Sam-I-Am guy. You got it goin’ on and deserve way better than that ass.”

You blushed, never could take a compliment.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you first walked in and I was so nervous when you caught me.”

“Stop it,” You giggled. “But thanks.”

“I have an idea,” said John, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“This guy has the best ideas.”

“Let’s see what Miss floor 60 has in one of her baskets?”

“No way! We can’t do that!” You protested.

“Don’t worry about it,” said John, waving you off.

“She has most of the cart. Besides our boss will give the guy a refund. Say it was a delivery problem because of an elevator problem. Which is technically right.” He smiled, sporting two dimples on either side of his smile. He must of got a lot of tips with that smile.

“She must be a pret-ty busy woman,” said John with a huge grin.

You looked at the cart full of sweets and swallowed. Then you looked at the two men across from you, heat traveling down your body. You decided to ignore it by fiddling with your skirt.

Alex jumped up and walked over to the cart, scanning over the gifts that Miss 60 received. “This one.” He held up a basket. There was nothing special or fancy about the packaging. It appears to be the simplest one. “No card and nothing special about it, she’ll never notice it’s gone.”

The two guys ripped open the basket packaging like kids on Christmas. You shook your head as they pulled out some of the stuff inside.

John picked up a bottle of champagne from the basket. “Looks like we have something to drink!” He tore off the gold wrapping and popped the cork with ease. The basket didn’t include glasses, so the three of you had to make do without. John held out the bottle to you. “Ladies first, of course.”

You took it and raised it up. “Cheers and Happy Valentine’s Day to us.”

Putting the bottle to your mouth and letting the liquid glide down your throat. You passed it off to John, brushing fingertips in the exchange. Pleasure tingled between your legs. Your eyes met and a slow smile curved his lips making your nipples tighten. What was happening? You had gotten dumped, then two guys come along, and you were all in an extremely enclosed space.

John took three swigs, licking his lips as he looked at you, and then handed the bottle to Alex, who pulled out a box of chocolates. “Anyone up for some free chocolate?”

“Yes please.” You raised your hand. Finally you’d get some food in you.

Alex was about to pass the box to you but John put a hand in front to stop him. He leaned over and whispered something in Alex’s ear. You couldn’t hear but Alex nodded and grinned as they whispered to each other, then they turned to you.

“Sooo, you can have a chocolate, but you have to close your eyes.” Alex stated with a waggle of his brows. Suddenly the temperature seemed to spike as your mouth went dry.

“What the—? No way I’m closing my eyes.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against wall, trying hard to ignore the waves of excitement that flooded your body.

“Come on. Live a little.” John dangled piece of chocolate in front of your face.

“You. Are. So. Bad.” You bit your lip. “Give me that champagne.”

You held out your palm and Alex passed the bottle to you. Wrapping your lips around the bottle and gulping down two more mouthfuls.

“What’s wrong with being bad?” asked John innocently, popping a chocolate into his mouth. “Makes games more fun and if you don’t like our game, you can stop. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

John crossed the left side of his chest, making you wonder what his chest looked like under that fitted t-shirt and your heart sped up.

“But I must give you a word of warning, we’ve never met anyone that hasn’t appreciated any one of our games~”

You could feel the wetness between your legs grow. Head swimming with all your ideas of what kind of games these two wanted to play? “So you two often play games together?”

A smile spread across John’s freckled face, knowing what was running through your mind. “Only with the special ones.”

You followed the length of John’s body as he stretched out in front of you, admiring the way his shirt curved over his arms and clung to the tight body, how the denim of his jeans placed low on his waist and your eyes nearly popped out at the bulge straining in his pants. A rush of electricity surged through you as your eyes darted back to his cute face. “A-And you’re considering me special?”

“Today, we want to treat you like a Queen,” said Alex as he sat up on his heels.

Too excited, you couldn’t resist anymore. “So, what do I have to do?”

“While your eyes are closed, you have to guess the right flavor inside of the chocolate,” replied John nonchalantly.

“What do I get if I’m right?”

“Heh… if you’re right, Alex or I, depending on who you got the chocolate from, will have to take off an article of clothing. But… if you’re wrong… you do.” John smiled again like before, like he knew just how hard you wanted him. By chance, he moved his hand to adjust himself and your eyes carefully eying his body and movements.

Alex leaned over, closer to you and grabbing the champagne bottle that sat in your lap and took a gulp. The air suddenly became heated as the three of you sat there and looked from one to another. You couldn’t believe you were doing this!

You were about to play strip chocolate game with probably the most attractive guys you’d ever been in a room with. Your vanilla sex life was about to end.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. “Okay, I’ll play.”

“Sweet,” Alex exclaimed and sat up straight.

“Me first,” said John, grabbing a chocolate and crawling over to you on his knees holding the piece of chocolate in one hand. “Now, close your eyes.”

You couldn’t hide your blush, closing your eyes tightly and waiting to feel the chocolate on your lips. You felt the pressure of something smooth along your lips and opened your mouth, tasting the minty richness of chocolate on your taste buds as the small piece entered your mouth followed by the touch of soft warm lips on yours. John’s lips. He had bitten off half of the chocolate and given you the other half. The chocolate began to melt in your mouth as his lips lingered on yours and his body hovered over you. Your body trembling from just one teeny kiss.

You opened your eyes as John backed away, his eyes half-libbed and swimming with desire. “So, what flavor?”

“…what?…” Oh, right, you had to guess the flavor. You chewed and swallowed the rest of tasty treat. “Easy one. Mint.”

John grinned. “That’s right.”

He wasted no time pulling off his t-shirt. You lost all ability to function. He was slender but his abdominal muscle clearly defined. You just wanted to reach out and brush your fingertips along in his slim frame.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your chest and back to your face. That’s when you realized the show you were giving the two of them the entire time. Your nipples were tiny mountains against the soft fabric of your thin bra since you rejected the one with padding this morning and they had made their presence know under your red silk blouse.

You snatched the champagne away from Alex. You had a desire to just pour it over John’s chest and lick off every yummy drop but pushed that idea away.

“Time for my shot,” sung Alex already in front of you, the chocolate between his teeth.

“You are nonstop,” You said, wiping some champagne from the side of your mouth.

He pulled the chocolate out of his mouth with his fingers. “Yep, I’ve been told that a few times. Now, close your eyes.”

You closed your eyes again but secretly peeked a bit, watching as Alex crawled up to you and raised his face up to yours, delicately sliding his hands up the back of your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He was floating so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body on yours. Shit, he was so sexy. You felt like you were losing your mind. You were so turned on that you just wanted to jump the two boys and eat them up like chocolate.

Alex finally pressed his lips to yours, sliding the chocolate into your mouth. Soft. Creamy. Delicate. Alex plunged his tongue in afterward and crushed a kiss against your mouth, leaving you hot and breathless. He pulled away, his eyes darkened with lust.

“What did you think?”

Your cheeks were still burning from the kiss, but you managed to respond. “Delectable. Cherry is one of my favorite flavors. You lose.”

John laughed. “She got you, man.”

Alex chuckled, looking you directly in the eyes as he pulled off his shirt without breaking contact. You caught a sniff of his body spray as he threw his shirt into the other corner. The scent filled your nose and you wanted it all over your body, covering you, him covering you. The throbbing between your legs intensified and the magnetic pull you felt from each man as they went back and forth was dizzying.

“Alright, alright, time for the second round and it’s going to get a lot harder.” John shook the box of chocolates in hand mixing them up.

Harder? That’s exactly what you wanted. “Prepare to lose.”

Alex grinned, peering into the box since John already chose his piece. “Confident, are you? Then how about this. Round two is double or nothing.”

The boys looked at you for approval.

“Why not,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve still got all my clothes on.”

“Okay, but I just want to make sure you’re good with this,” he said, his face and voice serious.

“Fellas, I am so good with this right now you couldn’t comprehend it.”

Alex beamed. “Double or nothing then.”

John placed the chocolate between his pearly whites and began to crawl toward you except this time you decided to meet him halfway. You faced each other on your knees, leaning up and biting off half of the chocolate in his mouth. You sucked the piece into your mouth and let it melt on your tongue. John was right, it was harder. Peanut? Macadamia? Almond? Walnut? You weren’t really a fan of nuts, so you had no idea.

John leaned over to place a gentle kiss over your lips. Welcoming him, you threw your arms over his shoulders. Your tongues exploring each other’s mouths as his hands traveled down your back and pulled you close.

He pressed his hips into yours and the feel of his cock against you almost cost you the game. The friction between your thighs was so much that you’d need release soon but they weren’t actually going to finish you off in the elevator, right?

John pulled away from the kiss but still kept his lips on yours.

“Flavor?” he asked, his lips against yours, his breath hot on your face. Your mind was to mushy to register for a second, feeling drunk on chocolate and kisses.

“Um…Almond?”

He cocked his half-smile again. “Nope. You. Lose.”

You went completely red. John didn’t back away and Alex didn’t look away. “A deal’s a deal, I guess.”

You couldn’t believe your were going to take your shirt off in an elevator. One by one you undid the simple buttons on your blouse, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it fall away. You were relieved that you wore a newer bra.

“That’s one piece,” you panted. John put his hands behind his back, looking like he couldn’t stop from touching you.

Now you could do the teasing. Unzipping your skirt, pushing it down your hips, pass your thighs, and to your knees. You looked at both of them noticing how they were intensely staring.

Standing back upright you faced John. “I still have another turn.”

Wordless, John moved to the side to let you pass. You looked at Alex who had placed the chocolate between his lips and patted his stomach, motioning you to straddle him. You rubbed your sweaty palms on your thighs, making them burn more. You situated yourself onto him and bit down on the chocolate. Leaning more onto Alex, pressing chest to chest, face to face, the boner beneath his jeans hard and protruding.

“Cinnamon,” you mumbled.

“Correct.”

With you still on top, Alex slid off his pants and then his boxers. The only thing between you was the thin fabric of your panties that you were pretty sure are soaked by now due to the last round.

“So…um… who won?”

Alex got up to his knees and knelt in front of you. His hard cock, brushing against your thigh. You couldn’t help yourself, dropping your eyes to peek down, wanting to know what he’d been hiding. His slim physique did not do him justice!

So long and thick, you just wanted to reach out and stroke it, lick across the smooth skin and make him beg for more.

“Is there ever really a loser in stripping games?” John asked.

You laughed, shaking your head. Biting your lip, asking the question that weighed desperately on your mind.

“So… how far can the game go?”

Alex lifted your chin with an index finger. “As far as you want Queen (Y/N).”

"Why didn’t you say that in the first place! Game over!” You exclaimed, wrapping a hand around Alex’s cock and the other around his neck, plunging him into a deep kiss. He passionately kissed back, enveloping your mouth, tangling with your tongue. Then you felt the hands of someone else behind you.

John knelt behind you, kissing the tender area of your ear, sending currents of pleasure down your body.

“Which of us do you prefer? Have a favorite?” he asked.

You looked at him from over your shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s like asking me to choose between apple pie or cinnamon rolls. I just can’t. Do I have to pick?”

John pressed a kissed to your lips in reply. Feeling behind you, scrambling with trying to unbutton his jeans, anxious to get them off. Meanwhile, Alex quickly busied himself with your breasts. Taking off your bra, rolling your nipples between his fingers, licking at the hard buds, making sure to give them equal attention.

John finally removed his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung from the fabric prison and slid along your backside causing little waves of heat to follow. Reaching his hand around, he slipped two fingers into you.

“You are so wet.”

Your pussy felt like it was on fire. You moaned as John made little circles with his finger on your clit. Alex moved his head to take one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his tongue. You arched against John as he stroked your slit and Alex played with your breasts.

“Fuck,” you grunted, grasping Alex’s shoulders for support, your pelvis bouncing on John’s hand.

John came out from behind you, placing his shirt on the floor and laying you on it.

“Have you ever been with two men before,” he asked lustfully.

“No,” you panted. Alex gently slid his jacket under your head and kissed the top of your nose as John placed himself between your legs. You shivered in anticipation.

He spread your legs wide and gave you a smile before burying his tongue in your fold. Fixing his mouth around your mound and plunging deep inside. You gasped and squirmed at the intense pleasure that blew through your body. Alex sucked on your bottom lip while John played with your pussy.

Moaning at how Alex devoured your mouth, while John plunged and greedily licked your folds and thrust his fingers inside you, slowly, achingly pumping in and out.

Spreading your legs more and arching your pelvis, you grabbed Alex by the neck and pulled his face to yours, twisting your hands in his dark locks. You were so close!

You felt the tension build up in your groin, desperately wanting relief. Pulling away from Alex’s mouth you moaned thirstily.

"More…Don't…Please…Need…”

John popped his head up. “Trade places!”

Before you knew it John had spun you by the legs toward Alex. You quickly felt the warmth of Alex’s two smaller hands as he raised your hips up and pulled you against his skillful mouth. He vigorously devoured you again.

He moved faster and wilder than John, alternating between finger and tongue, between circles and broad strokes, up and down.

“Alex!” You bucked and screamed his name.

Your hips thrust up and you went for his head but John blocked with a passionate kiss, encasing you in his arms. You fell back trapped in John’s embrace. White haze appearing behind your eyelids as the tension built up in your stomach. Your body wiggling and breath completely out in short pants.

“Ahhh…” You moaned into John’s kiss.

John broke away. “Hold up. Not yet.”

Alex gave one more hard lick to your entrance before lifting his head. Panting you could only lay there and mewl.

“What?… No… don’t stop.”

John knelt in front of you, that familiar grin back on his face, his eyes drilling into you. “I saw you licking your lips earlier.”

His eyes flashed to his cock then back up to you.

Finally! Readily crawling closer to him on all fours, grasping his cock with both hands. You licked the salty cum from the tip, taking more into your mouth. His cock was big, one of the biggest ones you’ve ever had the pleasure of blowing so you couldn’t hold yourself back from working all the way down his length till he reached the back of your throat.

John’s head fell back, his eyes shut tight as he gave a carnal hiss. You mentally smiled to yourself. John tangled a hand in your hair and held your shoulder with the other as Alex placed himself next to you, his warm palms massaging your bare butt.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, gripping your waist, and thrusting inside you, finally filling you. You squealed around John’s cock, tongue circling the cock. Alex pumped in and out, rocking you back and forth on John’s cock. Alex picked up the pace and you sucked harder. Getting off on how you could give pleasure and get pleasure at the same time.

Alex hit that spot deep within you that sent a huge tremor of pleasure through you and made stars appear in your vision. To make it better Alex reached around and stroked your clit while he pounded into you. His hand moved rapidly and wildly. The three of you built up a thread of stress that was about to snap. HARD!

Airy grunts, gasps, and the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in the cramped elevator. You were lost in the pleasure and passion of the moment.

John hardened his grip on your shoulder. “I’m going to come.”

You reached up and played with his balls, making his entire body shudder with a few more thrusts before discharging the salty warmth of his orgasm into your mouth. You still kept sucking eagerly on his cock, wanting to prolong the moment.

John pulled your hands up to his shoulders as Alex continued to finger your clit and fuck you from behind. The feeling getting stronger than any you had ever experienced before. Digging your fingers into John’s shoulders. You were going to come!

“Oh, hell yes!”

“I love to hear you say that,” Alex breathed heavily as he continued his motions. Your body began to tremble and tighten around his cock as he came inside you. Your body exploded like little tiny riffles that blew through your body, exploding in different directions, and everything else melting away.

When you came back, the three of you collapsed in a tangle of naked arms and legs and bodies.

John kissed your forehead and Alex kissed your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” They said together.

You smiled and cuddled closer to them. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

John planted another kiss on your lips as Alex lightly smacked your ass.

You froze when static erupted from the speaker on the button panel.

“Hello Ma’am?”

You quickly got up. “Y—Yes?”

“Sorry for the wait. There was trouble fixing it. Luckily the fire department is on their way to get you guys out of there and will be there in a few.”

“A few!” The three of you jumped up. “Thanks a lot!”

Racing to put on your clothes already able hear the noises coming from above. Getting the last button on your shirt just as the scraping of metal on metal came from above.

The door in the elevator ceiling was being removed and a head poked itself through. You quickly checked yourself, making sure nothing looked off.

John and Alex were clothed but a little flushed and sweaty. Did you look as sweaty as them? John inched his way over to you and fixed the back of your skirt with that mischievous grin of his. You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately hoping that the fireman wouldn’t figure you out.

“Ladies go first. We’ll send down the ladder and you two help her on up, okay?”

“Yes sir,” they answered in unison.

The ladder came down and you looked to the both of them. No time to give them a proper good bye.

“You’re one special woman. That Sam guy is an absolute idiot,” said Alex raking a hand through his hair.

“Hope the rest of your day is fit for a Queen,” said John, swallowing and looking like he could go another ten rounds. You bit your lip, the tingling between your legs and grew damp again.

You kissed each of their hands and put one to each of their mouths.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. Turning and stepping on the first rung of the wiggly ladder. Alex and John placed hands on your hips to balance you as ascended. Making it up a few rungs before halting.

“Sorry!” You held up a finger. “I need minute,” You called up to the waiting fireman.

You hopped down and faced Alex and John. “I was just wondering if you two had any plans for the first week of June?”

The guys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, looking back at you curiously.

“Any chance you’re both interested in a summer vacation to Cali? I already have reservations for two…but since some asshole won’t be going anymore… I’m sure I can add one more. Maybe make up another game or two over there?”

“I’ll start packing,” said John. Excitement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes, knowing he was already starting to create new games in his mind.

“I prefer the right side of the bed,” commented Alex, a snarky grin sealing the deal.

“Perfect.” Sticking your business card in each of their back pockets, giving them both a slap on the ass while you were back there, and then made your way back up the ladder.

When you got out of the elevator shaft your boss was waiting for you to give you the rest of the day off. She must have felt bad for you and you weren’t going to refuse a day off. You headed back to the train station with a skip in your step, but not without stopping by a small cafe where you got the richest highest calorie counting coffee and pastry on the menu. You sat at table still shoeless, sipping and eating. Suddenly your phone went off.

You got a text from John and Alex, asking if you’d be interested in getting some drinks later tonight and meet some of their ‘friends’. Looks like your Valentine’s Day was just getting started.

The Catch: Part Three

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                                              SUMMARY:

You and Bucky were destined for each other, and everyone seemed to know it but you. The day you met Bucky Barnes, you grew closer with your platonic relationship - that is until one night in the heart of New York, things change. While weeks pass of denying anything could ever happen between the two of you, you realize that unconventional love is the best of all.

Notes: tension, angst, fluff. let me know what you think :)

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hey heey! so this headcanon was written on my phone a long time ago (when i was turning in my application to be an admin) and this was what i showed jane! i felt bad for you guys because i told you that i couldn’t post anything till monday UNTIL I FOUND THIS IN MY NOTES so! i decided to post it. it was an ask that jane lent me a while ago (basically it was RFA + V + Saeran about to do the nasty with MC for the first time but because the MC is insecure about her body, she backs out even though she REALLY WANTED TO F UcK) and i wanted to let you guys read it! i’m sorry if the format is shitty, this was written on my phone and iPhone Notes kinda suck… a lot. anyways, please enjoy!! ❤️ ~amanda Yoosung: • you two were heavily making out on his bed, slowly pulling off each other’s clothes • both were blushing profusely and hands were wandering everywhere • his started kissing up and down your neck and pulling you close to him • you were moaning and grinding upwards into him, wanting him badly • yoosung pulled away and leaned towards your ear • “MC do you really want this?” he asked, looking at you in the eyes • you were about to nod until • he’s going to see you naked • NA KE D • what if he thought you were ugly? what if he thought you were too fat to be with him? what if you were a turn off? • you hesitated and pulled away from Yoosung, causing him to tilt his head confusedly • “I-I….” you couldn’t look at him in the eyes • Yoosung sat up and asked you what was wrong • “wh-what if… i do want this but… but what if you… f-find me…” you couldn’t finish the last word, but Yoosung seemed to understand what was the problem • he leaned in, kisses you softly and whispered, “MC i’ll never find you ugly. i love you and i want to do this with you. you’re absolutely beautiful in my eyes and i couldn’t care less if you were fat or skinny or average. i love you for who you are, not what you look like” • you Me LT E D • with that, you kissed him hard and your hands started wandering south • yoosung pulls down your underwear and leans his head towards your entrance, looking up at you and smiling • he ate you out with the skill you had NO IDEA HE HAD LIKE WOW Zen: • “princess, what’s wrong? i-i thought you wanted this?” • you couldn’t look at zen, as the embarrassment in you was showing • zen tilted your chin upwards to you look at him • you started telling him how you believe that he’ll think that you’re ugly and a turn off once he sees you naked • ????? • he likes personality not looks???? • AND HE THINKS YOUR JUST DAZZLING hoW can you SAY THAT YOUR NOT BEAUTIFUL??? • he smiled gently and kisses you with so much passion and love that you could barely hold on • fuCk i mean HOMEBOY KNOWS HOW TO KI Ss HELP • as he started peeling off your clothes, he mumbled “beautiful” and “gorgeous” and “my princess” in your ear over and over • you’re blushing and shaking your head, disagreeing with him • he dipped his hand into your underwear and made you yelp • pressed his thumb on your clit, making you moan loudly and falter in his arms • he kisses your neck again and whispers in your ear, saying how beautiful you are • “i love you MC, you’re so beautiful… i’m going to make you realize that by the end of tonight~” • throughout the whole night, he kept complimenting you and loving you • he doesn’t unleash The Beast because tonight is all about you <3 Jaehee • Jaehee had you on the bed, with you squirming as her mouth attacked your neck • she was fully naked on top of you while you still had your tshirt and underwear on • when she attempted to pull off your shirt, you yelped and scooted away from her • she looked at you confusedly and asked you what was wrong • you started blubbering and trying to avoid the question • Jaehee holds your hand and she repeats her question • “I-I just… well…” • you basically told her that you didn’t really like how you looked underneath your clothes and that if you were to be intimate with her, she wouldn’t enjoy it • TRIGGERED JAEHEE • Jaehee cupped your face with her hands and gave you butterfly kisses • “MC… honey…” • she couldn’t care less how you looked underneath your clothes! she’s just glad you trust her enough to want her as much as she wants you! • she kissed you lovingly and told you that she thinks your an absolute angel and wouldn’t want you any other way • you still weren’t convinced but Jaehee was determined to convince you • she laid you down and started kising up and down your body on top of your clothes • when she reached your underwear, she gave a chaste kiss on it and said “do you trust me?” • by the point, you were so turned on, you blurted out “yes” • she smiled at you and pulled down your underwear • and she wenT TO TOwN • she was determined to make you feel like a damn goddess by the end of the night Jumin: • “J-Jumin wait” • Jumin was on top of you, kissing your neck and shoulder and slipping his hand underneath your shirt • as he was getting ready to slip it off, you pushed him away and told him to stop • he looked at you concerned and asked what was wrong • after a while of his question, you sighed and sat up, looking at him • you explained to him that you were nervous to take off your clothes, considering that you were ugly and disgusting underneath them • wait • what did you just say • EXCUSE ME • NO, NEIN NEIN • Jumin never looked so shook in his life • he hugged you tightly • “MC, darling, that’s not true” • he went on saying how he thought you were absolutely beautiful and adorable and how you made him so happy in his life • he was willing to show you how beautiful you were if you let him • you hesitated.. still not sure until • he smiLED • rip mc • he said that he won’t change his mind of thinking gorgeous you were • he kissed you softly and started peeling off your clothes, finally persuading you • Mr. Trust Fund Kid had a beast of his own ;)) • the whole night you were screaming his name and begging for more and more of The Jumin Han Sperminator 707/ Luciel/ Saeyoung • this boy was making you melt underneath him, just by kissing your neck and lips • HOT BREATHS AGAINST YOUR COLLARBONE • not to mention that your moaning was cruCIFYING HIM • he was getting really into it and when you tugged his shirt off, he was coming real close to losing his self control • agent 707 about to hacK INTO THAT PUSSY • until • you stopped kissing him and pulled away • he stopped also and stareD at you, saying nothing • ????? mc?? • you stayed silent for a while, knowing that he was wondering why you stopped • in a cracked voice, you explained how you weren’t really ready to take off your clothes, since you believe that you were ugly if they were off • LMAOOOOO • wait • you’re serious? • seven engulfed you in a hug • “mc you shouldn’t think that! you’re absolutely gorgeous! i fell in love with the way you are. i don’t care if you’re ugly to everyone else, but to me you’re beautiful. i love all of you, including your body” • wow saeyoung • he kissed you all over your body and looked at you with love and lust • *cue to the part where mc nuts* • after you nervously nodded your head, he grinned and laid you down on the bed • BODy WOrS HIP pING • as he made love to you, you two interlace fingers and moan together • that boy was getting INTO IT BRUH OML V/Jihyun • “J-Jihyun, hold on a second…” • V stopped and glanced at you while panting • your cheeks are flushed and you LOOKED ready for him • but you weren’t • V could practically SEE the insecurity in your eyes and he wasn’t having it • “angel, what’s wrong? what are you feeling?” • you said that you didn’t think you were beautiful enough to have him be with you and you suggested that they should stop for now • HIS HEART BR OKE • he was so upset!! how can you not see how damn beautiful you were!!! like what!!!! • V kissed your forehead and held you in his arms • “mc what are you talking about? you’re the most beautiful, gorgeous, loveliest person i’ve ever seen. i love you and i want to show you how much i do.. will you let me?” • you slowly nod, after thinking about it • lemme just say • V has the fingers of a GOD • THE WONDERS HE CAN DO WITH THEM • he made you cum multiple times and he still hasn’t been inside you • he was taking his time, showing you how much he really loved you and how amazing you were Saeran: • making out making out makING OUT • hands were wandering everywhere and yall’s were grinding the hell out of each other • he was kissing all over your jawbone and neck • his hands with underneath your shirt the next second and you stiffened • Saeran noticed and stopped, looking at you concerned • “mc…? what’s up?” • you stuttered your answer, saying how you thought you were ugly when you were naked and that he would think so too • “mc shut up” • he began explaining how he didn’t give a shit if you were ugly underneath or not, he’d still love you • he fell in love with the way you treated him and your personality and hates the fact that you thought you were hideous • “mc you’re the most beautiful girl i know. i don’t understand why you can’t see that. but i guess that means that i’m gonna have to just show you…” • and with that, he started attacking your body with kisses and lowered his head towards your entrance • “are you okay with this? can i continue?” • you nod and let him pull off your underwear • he ate you out liKE A DAMN SNACK • he kept saying how delicious you were and loved hearing your moans • you could barely control yourself as you were gripping his hair and screaming his name • saeran was smirking and fingered you into OBLIVION • “please believe me when i say that i love you so much and i don’t want to lose you. you’re mine tonight, mc.”

3

Call Me A Thief

You walked through the front doors of Midtown high, people were walking through the halls, distracted by their phones in their hands. Nervously, you started into the hallway, you were thrown from side to side, you resisted pushing the people back, only moving further into the hallway.

“Okay.. Mr. King’s, classroom 13. You looked at the rooms in the hallway, you had found 20-30 but there was no 13, you started to panic as you realized that the bell was to ring soon. You hadn’t even gone to your locker yet, but at this point, you had to get to class before anything else.

A person bumping into you soon caused you to fall on your sides, a wince coming from your mouth as you reached over to pick up your now dropped papers, “Hmm.. What’s a pretty girl like you doing on the floor?”

You looked up to see a young man with black hair, his eyes focused on you, he looked to be a person with a large group of followers. His friends stood by him as he looked you up and down, offering you a hand.

“I’m good, thank you.” You stood up, holding your papers in one hand but the young man grabbed your papers from your head, “uh.”

“Oh you got Mr. King for first hour?” You nodded, “that’s an AP class.” The boy stated the obvious, “yah, can I at least have your name if you insist on taking my things.”

“I’m Flash, Flash Thompson.” You smiled with a hint of sass, pulling your paper out of his hands, “Well Flash, rule number one of thievery, never give away your name.”

You walked away, leaving Flash and his friends in shock, you somehow made your way towards an office, finding another young man, he stood with a phone in his hand, only scrolling, “Hello, um, I was wondering if you could help me?”

The boy looked up from his phone, his deep brown eyes looking into yours as a smile started at the right side of his mouth. His brown hair was a tousled mess, a small curls starting at the edges of his hair, “oh, uh, yea, of course.”


His smile grew as he reached out his hand towards your schedule, you happily handed it towards him, once you did, you started to pick out little features about the teenager in front of you. He was taller than you, not by much, but enough to look down on you, he was really wide, meaning he had a lot of muscle hidden underneath his clothes.

“Oh you have Mr. King, that’s actually with me.” He handed your schedule back, looking at you with a smile and light eyes, “I can take you to your locker if you want.”

You nodded and stepped aside to let the boy take lead, you looked at his shirt, it was a dull blue with a white box on it, underneath the box spelled out the words, “Save Schrodinger’s cat.”

“I like your shirt.” You smiled at him, and the boy looked down, reading his shirt once more, even though he had already known what it said. “You are two lockers down from mine.”

You looked at your locker, it was large, the color was off, but still, you liked it, at least it was on the top. You entered your combination, “4-09-02”

You pulled up on the locker, but it wouldn’t open, it only made a shaking noise and didn’t budge. “Try it again?”

The strange boy stood at your side, you nodded, entering the combination once again, but again, when you pulled it up, there was nothing but the shaking noise. “Here let me try.”

You moved aside to let the boy go to your locker, he looked towards you, “combination?”

“4-09-02” The boy entered it into the locker, but he went the opposite direction, causing it to open, you smiled and looked at him. “Why is mine different?”

“There are two faulty lockers in this school, sadly, you got one of the two.” You only nodded and put your backpack into the locker, pulling out only a folder and a notebook, “What’s your name, new girl?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, and yours, the strange welcome committee boy?” You closed your locker, hearing a small slam, the halls started to clear and the boy noticed, “Peter Parker, Flash is the real welcome committee, he just sucks at his job.”

Peter started to walk, moving forwards, you followed at his side, “The only thing he seems to be good at, is judging people and flirting.”

“so first day at the new school of Midtown?” Peter let out a little laugh from your comment, you knew this school wasn’t going to be much, but at least you made a friend.

“Am I that obvious?” He nodded and smiled, adjusting the notebook in his hand, “Well, you don’t exactly scream out Queens’ native.”

Peter stopped in front of a classroom, you saw the number, soon finding out it was room 13. You walked in first, taking a seat in the back of the classroom, Peter following closely behind, taking the seat next to you.

The room was full of rowdy students, each one of them laughing and giggling at the ones next to them. You even saw Flash sitting there, making a paper airplane out of what seemed to be a page from the AP Chem book, you shook your head, confused for a minute.

“So, what brings you to Queens?” Peter asked from your side, you turned to see him once more, “Hey! It’s Penis Parker!!”

Flash called out to Peter from the front of the room, jumping off of the desk table he was plastered on. All of his friends laughed at his comment, he gave them a fist bump as he made his way towards the back of the room. The whole room went silent as they watched Flash walk towards Peter, you only looked away, trying to avoid as much conflict as you could.

“Penis, it seems like you’ve made new friends with the new girl. Is she as friendly as your neighborhood spiderman?” Flash cooed towards Peter, moving closer, trying to intimidate him, you looked at Peter, he only sat in silence, biting his lip.

You thought silently to yourself, ‘come on defend yourself Peter…’

“Tell me, new girl, why did you let Penis here help you, but not me?” Flash set one of his hands on your desk and the other on Peter’s, Peter looked up, his eyes set on you. You could see the pain in his eyes, he didn’t want to get you involved in this situation.


“Tell me, Flas-” Peter cut you off, standing before you could, “don’t, he isn’t worth the time.” You sat back down, biting your tongue, Flash was going to reply, but before he could, Mr. King walked into the room.

He was a darker man, his hair shorter, he wore a tight tuxedo, with a bright orange tie, “I don’t care what you are about to say Mr. Thompson, take a seat, in a flash.”

The students around him chuckled in delight at the comment that was made by the teacher, Peter took his seat and pulled open his notebook. “It appears we have a new student.”

Everyone turned to face you, you only smirked and waved your hand, “you came from chicago it appears.”

“Yah, the city of deep dish and urine.” The class chuckled at your comment, you waited for the teacher to say one more thing, but he walked over to his desk, pulling out a bright blue book. “Here pass this back.”

He handed the book to a young girl in the front row, she appeared to have dark curly locks that were pulled back into a ponytail, not a sign of makeup was on her face, yet she was beautiful. She passed the book back to the neck person, and so forth, until it reached you. You took it happily, “so how many people brought their books today?”

You looked around on the desks of the students, seeing if there were any books placed on the desks, but there was only one, and it turned out to be yours. “Great. Just like all my AP students to do.”

The class let out another giggle, and he sat in his desk, so what do you guys think? Homework or we watch the Magic School Bus on netflix?”

“Magic School Bus.”


Months had passed since your first day at Midtown High, after that, you became really close friends with Peter and Ned. You had especially grown close to Peter, he was your best friend, but he still hadn’t known of your past, the rest why you are in Queens instead of Chicago.

You ever so craved to tell Peter about who you were, or even what your past was, but yet, there was something holding you back. You didn’t want to scare the only person you ever truly liked away, you had seen something in him that you seemed to lust after. But as another saying going, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, and all your background was is vinegar.


Peter was definitely getting curious, asking more in depth questions by the day, but somehow you managed to avoid them. Today had been a different day, you finally got an invitation to one of Ned and Peter’s Star Wars marathon, and you were so excited.

You prepared yourself, putting on a darth vader shirt and a pair of sweatpants to go see Peter and Ned, you drove yourself over there, knocking on Peter’s door as you heard him call out, “come in!”

You pushed the door open and walked into a dark apartment, “uh, Pete why are all the lights off?”

“Surprise!!” The lights flickered on as you stood in shock, Peter stood next to an old friend of yours, Joanna. You didn’t have time to react, you only looked around and saw multiple of your old friends from chicago standing there.

There was a mix of people, horde’s from the new school, and plenty of people from your old school. Peter walked up to you, a smile spread onto his face, but all your face stated was disturbance. “I wanted to surprise you, you’ve seen a bit down lately and I wanted to make you feel better.”

You smiled at Peter’s actions, but looked towards Joanna, she seemed to be enjoying this. You kissed Peter’s cheek, “I’m gonna catch up with a few friends.” Peter’s smile grew even bigger, “don’t forget we still have a marathon to get to.”

“Of course.” You moved away from Peter, walking towards Joanna, she only stood there, her arms crossed, eyes centered on you. “Hi, honey.”

Joanna pulled you into a hug, acting like you were her best friend, she whispered into your ear, “people are watching.” You bit your lip and wrapped your arms around her, “Let’s go up to the roof and talk”

Joanna pulled you out of Peter’s apartment and started to go up to the roof, once you knew you were in the clear, that there were no wandering ears and no eyes on you.


You looked at Joanna, she was staring at the city over the roof, “I need you to do one last thing for me, thief.”

“You know I am done with that Joanna!” She turned towards you, her hands on her hips, “You don’t get to walk out on me!”

A scoff came from deep inside you, Joanna was trying to turn this on you, “You put me behind bars Joanna! There is a permanent mark on my record due to you!”

Joanna moved closer to you, her brown hair in her face as the wind started to blow, “and if you don’t help me, I’ll make sure you stay behind bars for good.”

You only stood there in blank silence, you waited for her to fill in the gaps, “You don’t do as I say and I rat out who actually hurt that old man.”

Joanna was right in your face, she had a smile on her face, “so what do you say? I wouldn’t want to screw up what you have here.”

A minute passed and Joanna carried on to talk, “Peter, the boy, he seems to really like you, wouldn’t want him to find out your past.”

“One last time.” You only shook your head, looking Joanna in the eyes, “perfect. Change your shirt inside out and meet me in the car in 6.”

Joanna practically skipped down the stairs, her hair bouncing at her sides, you only stood there on the roof, your mind blank. You hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but I guess the saying is true, you can’t run from your past or your problems.

In an instant, you pulled the shirt over your head, putting it on inside out and running down the stairs, getting into your car. Joanna sat in the passenger seat, “here,” she handed you a mask with chewbacca on it, “really star wars?”

Joanna nodded in delight, “how much do you need this time.” She pulled up a document on her phone, “500 dollars.” You hit your head on the back of the seat, “you have to be kidding me Joanna!”

“I owe James 400 for the weed I didn’t pay for, and I need the 100 for rent.” You shook your head, “we have to be careful, there is a superhero around this part, he stops robbery.”

Joanna let a noise escape her, a silent pshh, “we’re always careful.”

You started the car up, looking up at the building once more, you hoped Peter didn’t expect anything. The car pulled out and you started your way towards any small gas stations or sub stations, you noticed a small gas station, you stopped across the street, pulling on the mask, you looked to Joanna, she had a Storm Trooper mask and a gun in her right hand.

“No. No. No gun.” She only shook her head, “you used to be okay with this Y/N. Where is the girl I once knew?” You turned your head towards her, “she is dead.”

You got out of the car, looking at Joanna ask she gestured towards the gas station, you both walked inside, a bag in your right hand, it would be used to stuff with money. Joanna pointed a gun towards the cashier’s head, the young woman panicked, letting off a screech, “please don’t, i’ll give you anything you want.”

Joanna deepened her voice, “put the money in the bag.”

You opened the bag, the woman shoving money in the bag quickly, you didn’t say a word, but you were hoping spider man would come swooping in at any moment now, but after all the cash was in the bag, he didn’t come.

“Hey! Hey! Focus! We don’t have much time! Let’s go.” Joanna grabbed your arm, pulling you out into the cold weather, she pulled you to the car in which you climbed in quickly, driving off and taking an alleyway before the young woman could call the cops.

“Okay, where to next?” Joanna pulled off her mask, she started to count the money, “shit only 120.”

“We need to go across town, a strain of robberies in a row will certainly attract spiderman.” Joanna nodded, you didn’t want to do this, but the fate of your friendship between you and Peter all mattered in Joanna’s hands.

You kept thinking to yourself, why didn’t you just tell him before, why didn’t you tell him when you first started to get close to him. “Hey, stop here.”

Joanna looked to a busy deli that was across the street, “that’s the one we hit next.” You soon realized it was Peter’s favorite place to go after school, you shook your head, “no not there.”

“Oh what? Does Y/N have a new favorite deli? I mean if it is your favorite, I’d love to check it out” Joanna hopped out of the car before you could say anything, you pulled your mask down, following behind her.

You both walked into the door, she aimed the gun upwards, firing a shot into the air, it echoed in the crowded store. People hit the floor in a panic, you were shocked at the action Joanna just committed.

“Everyone to the back of the store, anyone who tries to run or move will be hurt.” Joanna pointed the gun towards the people in the store, there were maybe 10 people in there, the man behind the counter quickly put his hands on his head, “how much money is in the register, old man!”

“320!” He screamed lightly, you only stood in shock, “well collect the money in the register!”

You looked to Joanna, shaking your head, “No..” Joanna turned towards you, but this time the gun was towards you, “do it, or the next one will go into you.”

In fear, you filled the bag with the money, panicking as she held the gun towards the citizens. You whispered, turning towards Joanna, “dont you harm another person.”

“Keep playing this way, and soon you’ll be the one stepping in harm’s way.” Joanna turned to walk out of the Deli when you saw him, spider man, you felt a sigh of relief wash over you. When Joanna opened the door, Spider man flew into the side of the door, Joanna stood in shock, looking at the man in the red suit.

Joanna grabbed the closest person to her, which happened to be you, the gun was now at your head. Spider Man reacted, only making a sarcastic comment, “Woah, I never thought I’d get a chance to fight a storm trooper!”

Joanna let out a scoff, realizing the man under the mask might be more of a child than anything else. “How about you let your partner go, she doesn’t look like she wants to be here.”

She reached for the mash on your face, pulling it off as she kept the gun to your head, Spider Man’s whole demeanor changed, “fine, then let’s turn her into one of the many hostages around here.”

“How about you drop the gun and go easily?” You had recognized that voice, but you couldn’t put a face to it, not just yet. Joanna was next to remove her mask, Spiderman only seemed shocked at who the person was.

Spider man tried to make a move shooting a web at Joanna, but instead it triggered a reaction in her, causing her to fall and the gun go off quickly. You felt an immense pain in the bottom of your ankle, you looked down, luckily it was only a sprained ankle.

Pain shot through your side as you landed on your hip, you looked up to see Joanna’s hand webbed to the door. You saw Spider Man still standing there, but he rushed to you in an instance, falling at your side and picking you up quickly.

Your vision became obscure, your face pressed against Spider Man’s chest, you were then let down, laid down on a bed. When you looked back up, you saw the Spider Man pacing back and forth, you soon recognized your own room, “P-peter take off the mask.”

He stopped moving, looking towards you, he removed the mask, looking at you in fear and anger. “Wanna explain something, Y/N?”

You moved your ankle on the bed, feeling the pain fire through you, “Y/N, stay focused.”

The pain in your leg was distracting you from everything, “Joanna was a bad part of my past, she forced me to do things, black mailing me in the process.” Peter kept pacing, sweat visibly showing on his brow, he had so much concern written on his face.

“Y/N, why did you move to Queens?” Peter looked at you, with a look of pain on his face, you felt like you ripped his heart out of his chest. “A heist gone wrong caused me to be put in jail. I was only in there for around 2 weeks, but it was enough to go onto my record.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You looked down at your hands, “I didn’t want you to think there was something extremely wrong with me. I didn’t want you to learn to trust me, then I end up breaking it by telling you the truth..”

Tears welled up in your eyes, you had wanted to tell him about who you truly were for awhile, “I wanted to thank you so much when you had brought a few of my chicago friends to Queens, but once I saw Joanna, I knew it would go downhill from there.”

Peter sat at the end of the bed, “what did she threaten you with.”

You could tell Peter had anger fueling within him, you leaned forwards, “it doesn’t matter now.” Peter looked down at your ankle, it was starting to swell and turn a light purple. “She hurt you.”

“It’s okay. I don’t feel it.”

“You could’ve really gotten hurt Y/N. I wouldn’t be able to live with that.” Peter moved closer to you, his eyes locked on yours, you started to lean forwards, Peter’s lips inches from yours.

You knew Peter wasn’t one to pull the first move, he would be to nervous, afraid he could hurt you, “You’re such a little nerd.”

You grabbed ahold of his spider suit, pulling him into you as his soft lips touched yours, his hand traveled up to the side of your cheek, your hand moved to his hair, running your fingers through it. His hand moved to your side, his hand tracing the side of your hips, each time he touched you, your heart pounded through your chest, lusting for the touch of your long time crush.

Peter pulled apart, looking you in the eyes once more, you weren’t one to ruin the moment, but you looked at the spider suit, “get this off so we can have some real fun.”

Peter stood up, pressing the center, the suit loosening and falling off of him, he turned around, expecting you to be staring in admiration. Insead, he found you putting in Rogue One from Star Wars, he stood there awkwardly.

“What are you doing?” Peter questioned lightly, “We’re watching Star Wars.”

Instead of complaining, Peter found a spare pair of his sweatpants laying on the floor, he pulled them on, leaving him shirtless. He crawled into bed next to you, “once this is over, can i try on the spidey suit?”

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pairing | namjoon x fem!reader
genre | smut
word count | 2811
warnings | explicit language, bondage, voyeurism, and various sexual content

↳ You decide that it is your turn to be in control for once.

It was time.

While, in your opinion, there was nothing better than the feeling of Namjoon’s lips on your neck or his hands digging into the soft skin of your back, you knew that taking control was something you had to do, at least once. You couldn’t help but wonder how he would look underneath you, covered in sweat and begging for your touch.

Unsure of where Namjoon stood on the matter, you approached the topic carefully—and skillfully.

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A/N I want to do a part two to this, maybe even make it a series. I love me some Jon Snow!

Summary: reader is a woman in the Nightswatch, desperately trying to keep her identity hidden. But the Jon Snow finds out who she really is..

Warnings: mention of rape, although only once

Jon Snow


You sighed happily to yourself as you bathed in the hot springs after a long day of training. Your body was bruised, battered, and torn, but thankfully your skills were improving. You ran a hand through your short hair, frowning lightly. It used to be long and beautiful, silky and smooth. Now it was dry and brittle from the cold, and just above your shoulders; long enough to cover your face if needed.

It was a whole lot shorter when you first arrived to the wall, which made you look like more of a boy than ever. You still looked like one, thanks to layers upon layers of clothing that you wore and the dirt that covered your body half of the time. No one suspected a thing, they only thought you were quite the pretty boy that hardly ever spoke.

But now, as your head came up from the warm water you were in, you came face to face with the dire wolf you’d grown so accustomed to. “Hello, ghost,” you spoke, voice slightly raspy from not speaking as much as you used to, moving closer so that you could gently rub his head. He leaned into your touch, until his master shouted,“Ghost, where are you, boy!”

Ghost perked up at Jon’s voice and footsteps, and you watched with wide eyes as his eyes fell on you. His movements halted as he took in your naked appearance, and realized that underneath all the clothes you wore you looked nothing like a man. You had breasts, and the natural curves of a woman. You quickly jumped out of the hot spring, grabbing your cloak and wrapping it around your body, pleading,“Please don’t tell anyone!”

Jon’s eyes were wide as he looked at you, his lips parted slightly in shock,“I-I don’t understand.. you’re a woman?” You wrapped your cloak tighter around your body,“Turn around so I can dress, and I’ll explain everything.” Jon hesitated, before nodding and turning so that his back faced you. You quickly dropped your cloak and pulled on your many layers of clothing. “Alright, you can turn around now,” you spoke as you pulled back on your black fur cloak. He did as told, his eyes still showing how confused he was.

You nudged your head,“Walk with me?” He didn’t speak, but fell into step with you, ghost running off ahead of you.

“Well, I suppose I should tell you my real name. I’m Y/N, of house Y/L/N,” you said, glancing up at him. Jon raked his mind of your house name, trying to think if he recognized it. If he was taught alongside his half brothers he might’ve knew, but he wasn’t, so he didn’t. You shook your head,“My father is a minor lord, not of any importance. That’s why I ran, because he wanted to be more important. He craved to be powerful and feared. And he was, just not by the people or other lords. He was feared by myself, our servants, and my mother when she was alive.”

You paused,“He wanted to sell me off to some lord, for the sole purpose of making our house a bit stronger in power and to have more connections. He wanted to sell me, his only child, to some man I’d only met once. So, I fled”

You looked up at Jon, seeing that he was staring at the snow covered ground. He looked up at you,“If I may ask, why did you come here? Why not the south?”

You smiled tightly, although it held anything but happiness. It was bitter. “Why? So I could be raped by men three times my size? I wouldn’t have been able to defend myself. And even now, if for some reason I wanted to flee, I could run and stop pretending to be a man. No one would know who I am. It is quite hard being a man anyway, you lot are even dirtier than I thought,” you laughed quietly. Jon chuckled as well, and the two of you fell into a silence that was neither comfortable nor awkward.

You stopped walking suddenly, causing him to stop as well. You looked up at him, each of your gloved hands going to either side of his face. It wasn’t a romantic action, you did it so that he was forced to look at you.

“You must promise not to tell anyone, Jon Snow. Promise me.”

He looked straight into your eyes as he said,“I promise, Y/N.”

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"For fucks sake get your hand out of your pants" with Hoseok Tysm ilysm

6 - For fuck’s sake get your hand out of your pants | Hoseok

The moment Hoseok walked in, you knew something was off. 

His walk was weird, almost limping as if every step hurt him. Instead of jeans, he wore loose sweatpants, with a large shirt to cover his hips, and when you tried to give him a hug, he angled his waist away like a pregnant woman protecting her unborn baby. 

“Are you okay?” you finally asked him when you both sat down on the couch.
Hoseok nodded. “Hmm. Everything’s fine.”

Your eyes wandered over his body. Nothing seemed suspicious to you but the way he was acting screamed that something wasn’t right. “You sure?” you said and arched your brow. The movie in front of you long forgotten. 

Hoseok glanced at you. “Yeah, totally. What’s your problem?”

“My problem is that you’re hiding something from me,” you retorted. “And that’s kinda an insult because I’m basically your best friend, Hobi.”

He sighed heavily. “I assure you there’s nothing. Don’t worry about me, okay?” His smile only made you more suspicious. 

Giving up, you turned back to the TV when all of sudden you saw how your best friend slipped in hand in his pants, right in front of you. 

What the fuck, Hoseok?” you exclaimed, and looked between him and the moving hand in his pants. 

“Uhm… ignore me, Y/N,” he replied nervously, but his hand wouldn’t stop move underneath the thick cloth. 

You watched for god knows how long how he fiddled with… what was inside his pants, and with every minute, you saw how Hoseok’s breath quickened and his cheeks ran fire, turning the color of tomatoes but he wouldn’t remove his hand. 

Noises began to escape his mouth; breathy exhales and moans, throaty groans or even growls, but he would bite on his lips to futilely seal those sounds silent.
His back arched off the couch, his head threw back till his Adam’s apple stood protruded, and sweat beads were glistening on his translucent skin. 

He seriously had the nerve to jack off right in front of you and telling from his hitched gasp, you knew he was close. 

That was when you exploded. 

“For fuck’s sake, get your hand out of your pants!” you shouted, unable to believe what he was doing. 

Scared and surprised by your sudden outbreak, he pulled his hand instantly away from his crotch, leaving a big bulge behind the cloth. 

But when you looked closer, you noticed a small… knot on that bulge. Like a pea or a…

“Hoseok,” you said firmly, your eyes not looking away from his waist. “Pull your pants down.”

His eyes widened instantly as if he had seen a snake. “W-What?”

“I said,” now you looked at him again. “Pull your pants down.”

“Why? Why should I show you my–”

“You did something to it, didn’t you?” you cut him off.

He opened and closed his mouth several times as if trying to find a counter argument but at last failed. You’ve finally cracked the riddle.

“Fine. I tried to hide it from you and wait until it looks fine again but,” Hoseok stood up and began to loosen the waistband. “it’s really uncomfortable so sometimes I just have to massage it a little bit.”

With fingers hooked in the waistband, he tugged his pants with his boxers down and revealed his still erect length. This was the first time you saw his most private part.

He was long and thick, with prominent green veins running along the shaft. At the red and swollen tip, however, glittered a metallic ring that bore through his sensitive flesh, that glistened from the precum he had released earlier.

Your best friend had a cock piercing and kept it secret from you.

“Like what you see?” you heard him asking in a taunting voice. 

Faster than he could react you turned to him and slapped his arm, provoking a shrill scream from him. 

“Why did you do that?” He looked totally horrified for a split second.

You pointed at his dick. “You… you got this and didn’t tell me a thing?! I thought we were friends.”

“I–” he sighed again. “I told you I wanted to wait. This doesn’t look really appealing but wait until I get used to–”

“Are you joking?” you interrupted. “It looks really… hot.”

His lips slowly lifted up to a smug smirk. “So you like it?”

You nodded and licked your lips. “Can I touch it?”

“Sure but be careful. I’m still– ooooh.” He twitched away from your fingers as they came in touch with his oversensitive skin. He was still rock hard since you had cut off his orgasm.

“I’m sorry, Hobi. Because of me, you couldn’t cum,” you pouted. “Should I make it up to you?”

Hoseok bit on his lips and looked at you with eyes that began to turn darker, fueled with lust and want. “Yeah, you should,” he answered in a husky voice. 

At once, you dropped to your knees until his dick was just inches away from your face. Hoseok began to tangle his hand in your hand and held your head firm in place as if preventing you from chicken out. Your palm wrapped around his length again and you heard an instant hiss above you, but once it subsided you began to move your hand up and down his shaft, from the base to the very tip, with an increasing pace that had your best friend moaning out. 

Yes, keep going, Y/N.” 

A sudden idea came to your head. When you’ve reached the top, you swiped your thumb over the head, grazing the piercing, which had Hoseok yelp out like a puppy.

Fuck, don’t surprise me like that,” he groaned and slightly pulled at your hair.
“Sorry,” you replied with a smirk. 

Pearls of precum leaked out and before you could stop yourself, your tongue darted out to collect them, tasting their salty flavor on the tastebuds.
Hoseok let out a moan from the back of his throat. “Fuck.”

Encouraged by his reaction, you wrapped your wet lips around his member and envelope him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to serve him the tightness you knew he liked. 

“Shit,” he hissed. “Just like that.”

You bobbed your head as you lead him deeper until you felt the metal hitting your throat. His flesh was pulsating furiously, getting harder if that was possible. Then you swallowed around him. 

Immediately, Hoseok yanked your head away because the feeling was too intense. His face scrunched up and he threw his head back, his lips ripped open in a silent outcry, his hands balled to fists. 

“Fuck, Y/N!” he exclaimed. He was coming but he held back his cum. He didn’t want to come on you.

“Hobi, it’s okay,” you assured him with a soft voice and gripped his length again, pumping it in slow movements. “Come in my mouth.” You widened your lips as an invitation. 

He looked down at you with big eyes. “Are you serious?”

You nodded firmly. “Just do it, already.”

Making sure that you were really fine with it, Hoseok finally allowed himself to come, and released a load of cum down your throat, covered your inner cheeks with his unique taste. 

You kept your mouth open, eyes locked on his, as you swallowed down and grinned afterward. 

Hoseok was panting, languidly shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

You chuckled. “You are. I never thought a guy like you would get such a piercing.”