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Just for one night (Yoongi Smut)

idk what this is, I literally don’t even know what this is, I just wanted to write it. But enjoy <3

You didn’t know what it was that made you do such daring things. Maybe all the liquor you had so irresponsibly consumed or maybe it was how caught up in your emotions you got. Perhaps it was the way his eyes burned into your skin as he watched you from across the room. This little game of cat and mouse having been going on since you arrived into one of the most secluded bars in Seoul. Your senses were more alert tonight, your heart rate steadily increasing with each shot you consumed. Your mind blurred, images of everything and nothing running through your head. You were stressed, it was too much to get your hands on at once, how could something so beautiful become so boring, so dull and lifeless? Had your love been a lie this whole time? And the poor fool actually thought you both were doing better than ever, but was it for his or your parents sake? Sighing you shook your head side to side letting the tips of your silky hair press against your face. You didn’t want to think about that tonight, no you wanted to forget. You needed a distraction and a great one. Eyes dancing up and cascading over to the figure that had been recently watching you, your eyes took him in as he downed his own shot asking for another round. He hair dark black hair blue highlights on the top part. He wasn’t much on the muscles but that wasn’t to say he didn’t look attractive because he did. Seductive and mysterious. His long nimble fingers grabbing at the clear shot glass knocking it back once again letting the bitter liquor quench his thirst for a moment. The burn that felt so good was how you looked at it. He was wearing nothing overly fancy, skin tight gray skinny jeans a black leather jacket and from what you could see little white fabric poked out from the back of his jacket giving you the imagination that maybe he had on a white shirt. Too caught up in checking him from head to toe you didn’t notice the way he watched you check him out. Not leaving you far from his sight watching you from the corner of his eye. Tilting his head slightly he waited for you to look up looking his eyes dead on yours, a cocky smirk plastered across his pink lips.

You sat up straight shifting in your seat. Hands moving to fumble with your small phone wallet so that you could pull your card out only to be stopped as the male bartender looked at you. “Drinks on him.” Your eyes moved to the line of fire, seeing the same attractive male turn up another shot giving you a wink before he looked off. Your head swam with thoughts, inappropriate thoughts. Like how it would feel to have his fingers plunging in and out of your wetness. How hard he could possibly fuck you against the wall. Sighing softly, you tried to think of something else, this wasn’t like you cheating wasn’t you. Lifting your head slowly your eyes shifted taking everything in. The thick smoke of weed that lingered throughout the place, the strippers dancing on the pole swinging around the silver material making their ends meet for tonight. The other cheaters that were there after their 9-5 just waiting to get a quick fuck and go back home to their lovers as if nothing happened. Nothing here was interesting to you anymore, it became boring like home so why not go back there?

Hopping out of your chair you smiled to the male bidding him goodnight. Staggering slightly, you walked outside, finding your feet as if you were a toddler walking for the first time again. Groaning you had a right mind to take off your heels, but it made your ass look good in your dress. Making your way outside the cool air whipped across your skin kissing you in a welcome as the bright lights from the street lights welcomed you. Placing your hand against the wall you gave yourself time to calm down from the throbbing headache that seemed to die down now that the fog of the club was gone. Walking off from your spot you were going to walk to the street and catch a cab. A hand reached out to grab your wrist pulling you backwards. Instantly a smile spread across your cherry red lips letting the male drag you backwards because you were certain who he was. He pulled you back until you were in the middle of the alley, it wasn’t dark enough for no one not to see you but it wasn’t light to where you would get caught instantly either. He looked down at you, inspecting you for some time. Even up close while he was looking at you with smoldering eyes you could tell he was indeed attractive, his soft scented cologne hitting your senses and causing your face to lean forward wanting to smell more of him. Opening your mouth, you were going to say something until he pressed his finger against your lips. Looking up at him, you paused for a second not getting his memo, but then his lips were pressing against yours. His body against yours holding you against the wall, soft sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you kissed him back. His hands moved from up by your neck downwards through the dip of your breast, cupping your braless chest he fondled you through the thin black material that you were wearing. Your legs buckled lightly from his touch, his hands rough and unforgiving as he flicked his fingers against your perky nipples causing the flesh to harden under his touch. His lips kept pressing against yours setting a rhythm of the kiss. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth welcoming in his pink tongue that roamed freely in your mouth. He sucked and tugged on your tongue trying to pull it into his mouth as his teeth occasionally nibbled on the flesh. One leg sliding in between yours, he ground himself against you and his tight pants left nothing to the imaginary. His half hard bulge poking against your lower stomach as his hands moved to grip at the hems of your dress sliding it a little bit. Groaning you reached for his hands, some part of your mind still trying to fight it. The male still tried to tug up your dress, your hands going to grab at his hands causing him to pull back for air giving you a questioning look.

“I can’t.” You simply uttered shaking against him, you could feel how hard he had gotten but you couldn’t do this here. Not like this.

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked, his deep raspy voice sounding a bit rough from the liquor he had consumed.

“I-“ You paused thinking about it for a while, confused within yourself. The male leaned his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent, his tongue dancing across your flesh instantly finding spots that would make you moan gently from him. He smirked against your skin, his hand moving to pin both of yours above your head, his free hand reaching under your dress to tug your panties down roughly to your knees. Almost ripping the fabric in half, it caused you to moan out from the rough treatment, the way he looked up at you was a clear warning that he would give you all you were looking for if you kept moaning like that. His fingers crept up the inside of your thighs igniting your skin with puckering bumps along your flesh. An arch of your body following as you squirmed in his hold. He took his time raising his hand up your leg, pressing his fingers to cup at your pussy. Rubbing it slowly he watched you, his eyes burning into yours as his long slender finger found your clit. Slowly he stroked the bud in a circle, your legs shaking lightly you chewed on your bottom lip trying to stop from moaning out since you didn’t even know his name. The male rested his forehead against yours, teasing your clit until he could feel the wetness start to seep on his hand.

“Do you always get so wet for random men?” He mocked tapping his finger against your clit. You shook your head side to side voice failing you. “Good.” He smirked crookedly slipping his finger slowly down your slit until he was teasing your entrance.

“Do you always fuck random girls?” You countered and he shoved his finger deep inside of your burying it to the hilt.

“Only when they are pretty.” He said simply. You couldn’t tell if he was joking with you or not, some part of you felt bad you wanted to feel special like in all of those cheesy movies, but who the hell were you kidding? He could see the different thoughts in your mind, wanting to change them he slipped his ring finger inside of you as well. Thrusting it in and out of you slowly watching as your hips reacted to his touch sliding down onto his fingers. Your head rolled back and you told yourself to just enjoy it squeezing lightly around his fingers that were curving and plunging deeper into your heat. He smirked leaning down to suck on your breast through your dress, he moved his hand from your wrist to pull your dress towards the middle of your breast freeing them on each side. A growl erupted from his lips his fingers pinching and playing with your sensitive skin he loved to hear how you whined for him. Latching his lips onto your plump breast he flicked his tongue against your heated skin trying to get your breast to ache with need. His free hand kneading your other breast and his fingers pumped faster inside of your pussy, his thumb rubbing over your clit. You were in complete ecstasy the thrill of getting caught only making this more daring and fun, something you had been missing for a while. The male switched his mouth to the other side sucking on your nipple like a baby in feeding pulling back to bit onto the bud lightly. He could hear the squelching wet sounds of his fingers plunging in your heat causing him to move his fingers from inside of you. He licked the clean eyeing you before he turned you around the wall. Dragging you away from it he pressed his hand down against the lower part of your back holding you in place. His hand making quick work of unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out through the opening he spread his legs and yours rubbing his dick up and down your wet slit slowly. Leaning over you with his chest to your back he nipped on your ear as he pressed his tip against your entrance.

“Yoongi.” Was all he said before he snapped his hips forward burying himself into your wet walls. Your mouth flew open as a cry of pleasure escaped, and quickly you were bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you could keep yourself quiet and not get caught. Yoongi held onto your hips, biting his lips as he looked at your plump ass. He pulled out until only the tip was left in before he was slamming back into you at a slow pace pulling out to keep doing the same thing over and over again. His nails dug into your flesh as he pounded into your walls, the wetness from your pussy sliding down his thick shaft landing onto his balls. His eyes glued to how he slipped in and out of you, he couldn’t get enough you were so wet and so warm, fitting him in the deepest ways possible. He stretched you out marking your pussy as his for just this time only. Groaning he shifted to lift you up, pressing you against the wall, one of his hands lifted your leg, the underside of your knee resting into the crook of his arm as he pounded harder into you. Your panties were being stretched and you knew they were tore in some areas but you could care less. You wouldn’t have cared in this moment if anyone came out and wanted to record you. He made you feel so good, his hips rotating and pushing harder against yours, his balls slapping against your pussy as he slammed inside of you.

“Yoongi, fuck please harder.” You whimpered out for him, he reached a hand up roughly pulling your head back by your hair making it rest against your chest.

“You want me to go harder? Tell me whose slut are you?” He asked watching you with dark eyes.

“I’m yours!” You didn’t miss a beat while answering.

“And whose pussy is this?” He asked you again and without fail you answered.

“It’s yours Yoongi! Shit it’s all yours just please, please fuck me Yoongi please.” You were close to sobbing from how much you wanted him and he obliged. Shifting his hips, he built up speed slamming into you as hard and fast as he could angling his thrusts until he found your spot. Slamming into you once you cried out for him to press there. His name falling off your lips like a mantra. Your eyes rolled back, body becoming drenched with sweat and your makeup smeared. Yoongi loved it watching your face as you contorted it in pleasure. You tried to warn him how close you were but the tightening of your pussy and how your legs shook told him all he needed to know. Slipping his hand down he rubbed at your clit until you were trying your hardest to hold your cries of pleasure in, tears streaking down your face and body writhing against the wall you came hard for him, your orgasm sweeping through you like a tidal wave. Your wetness continuing to trickle down your parted thighs as he fucked it out of you. Yoongi groaned burying his face in your neck, slamming deep into you until he was ready to cum.

“Can I?” He asked and you nodded your head okaying him to cum inside of you. He bit onto your shoulder with a soft growl as his own orgasm rocked through his body shooting thick ropes of his white cum into your pussy. You took deep breaths taking it in letting some of it spill out of you. Yoongi held you close until you both were calmed down.

He pulled out of you a few minutes later hearing voices start to swarm around you he knew that soon for the most part everyone would be going home. He was used to this after all. Helping you get dressed Yoongi turned you around leaning close to press one last kiss against your lips slipping away with a teasing wink. You stare at him watching him slip back into the club to possibly pick up another victim and how you wished in that moment that he would just stay with you. Sighing you pushed from the wall hauling a cab and going home, the ride was short, it seemed shorter than what it usually did. Your hands fidgeting with your phone wallet and your keys. Once you were at the house you paid the fare to the cab and got out, walking towards your car, you got into the driver seat changing from your clubbing dress to a more formal one. You combed your hair and removed your makeup with makeup wipes. Smiling widely at your reflection you pulled your ring from the cup holder and walked towards your home, going to take a shower.

A few hours later strong arms wrapped around you from behind causing you to roll over and stare up into your fiance’s eyes. He nuzzled his nose with yours and you gave into him, holding onto him as if you hadn’t wiped away every ounce of trust between the two of you, falling asleep and trying to shake your mind of the handsome stranger you pulled your lover closer to you blacking out for the night.

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reasons why allen is an enderman:

-tall and kinda creepy but overall pretty chill if you leave them alone
-mysterious and dangerous at first but after seeing 3 more times, you’re more annoyed if anything
-screams and runs away when you make eye contact with them
-attacks you when you get too close to their personal space
-wears black all the time
-picks up trash and keeps it cuz it’s neat
-shows up in a dark corner of your house, disappears when you try to look for them
-probably worships a dragon from another dimension


anonymous asked:

unpopular opinion: i dont think nanami should have been a real person because they did say that they had to adapt the story a bit for dr3 and nanami in sdr2's birtjday is March 14 which is pi day and its the same as chihiros the one who programmed hr and i think that she just shoud have been an Ai not a human

Oh shit I completely forgot to mention the side-story for #153. Suffuse to say, its not very interesting. Just the typical filler story, but with a storybook/fantasy kind of setting with everyone playing different roles. Its something there for the kiddiewinks to enjoy, and hey, Art Mawhinney’s style is perfect here.

Stydia in 6B

Okay so, like most, I’ve been wondering if my favorite character, Stiles Stilinski, will be in 6B. I was hoping he’d be in all of it, but I think he’s in seven episodes. Why seven?

Well, if you go on IMDB, under Teen Wolf and look at all the actors, you see that Tyler Posey and Holland Roden have been in a total of 101 episodes and we know that they’re done filming. Dylan O'Brien has been in 91. That’s ten episodes less, but, in 6A, he was already gone from seven episodes, meaning that he was present for three. If he’s gone for exactly ten less, then it would make sense that he’s in all but three episodes for the final season, as each half season usually has ten episodes (except the first few seasons).

I don’t know if I’m right, but I really hope I am, because to me, finishing without Stiles Stilinski cannot possibly be done well.

If you start with two boys walking through the woods, you end it with those two boys.

from where we stand

Well, this here’s the first chapter of whatever monstrosity that my brain unleashed. There’s not gonna be a lot really happening, it’s largely a buildup/background chapter needed to reorient yourself into this AU. Happy reading!

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Somewhere in the Eastern Mountains, Amestris, 1905


It was the sharp ring of the bell that signaled to the workers that the work-day had ended. Twelve hours they had stood on their feet, performing the same task over and over and over again, baking under the high heat radiating off of the large machines that they worked on. Often standing hunched over their machine, performing tedious work with hardly any feeling in their hands, fighting from breathing in the dust and stray particles in the air.

But it had been a good day. There had been no major accidents. Nothing for them to halt the production line while the machine was being repaired because someone had leaned too far over and their loose items became caught in the machine.

Riza remembered the sight of Mary-Ann Arbor being hauled out, half of her scalp ripped from her body, simply because she had leant too far over and one of her beautiful red braids had gotten caught in the machine. They had taken her home to her family, where they bandaged their wounds as well as they could and prayed desperately for her to make it against odds and survive the night. Their prayers had not been heard and young Mary-Ann was dead by morning.

Riza solemnly buttoned the many buttons on her coat before grabbing her pail that served to carry the lunch she never ate and made to leave the factory. She would be back before the sun broke over the horizon in the morning, and give another full day’s work. Only for the cycle to repeat itself over the next day, and the day after that. Only stopping for the one day of rest required by the government, only for her ten to twelve hour shifts to begin again until the next day of rest.

It was a dull existence, but it provided food for the table and a way to keep the bank off of their property.

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kaioraya replied to your post “GOOD JOB POWER RANGERS YOU DIDNT FUCK IT UP”

Good to know! I was concerned but might go see it now

I would encourage it. Elizabeth Banks and RJ Cyler are the best parts of the movie by far