you asked for it shell

anonymous asked:

Ok so like ya ever been spooning and ur the little spoon and ya wiggle ur ass bc it’s fun seeing the boi be flustered trying to control himself?? And fun times ensue?? Werewolf herc ;) ;) ;) ;)

Hercules’ arms are warm and secure around you as your body leans back into his solid one. After a long day at work and a long evening at home with the kids hanging around, it’s nice to have some quality time with your husband. 

Shifting slightly you can feel him pressing against you, just above your ass. By the feel of him he’s already half hard and a sly grin crosses your face as you push your ass back against him.

A low growl emits from his throat and his grip on you tightens as he just slightly presses his hips forward. 

“Y/N,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. 

“Yes Hercules?” you ask keeping your voice as innocent as you possible can as you press your ass back into him even harder. 

You hear him swallow and take a deep breath. “What are you doing?” he mumbles. 

“Nothing, I just want to be closer to you,” you explain, pressing back a little further. 

Suddenly his hands come down to grab a hold of your hips, fingers digging into the skin eliciting a gasp from you. 

“You want to keep doing that?” he asks, his voice low as you feel his lips against your neck. 

“I think I do.” 

He releases his grip enough to let you turn, his lips finding yours straight away. His hands move up your sides as you kiss down to his neck. 

“We have to be quiet Herc,” you mutter between kisses. “A few of the kids are still here.” 

“You seem to have forgotten that you’re the one who needs to remember to keep it down,” he says as his hands move under your shirt to help slip it off. 

World Building: Where to Start

For sci-fi or fantasy writers, creating your world could be the hardest part. Building something from nothing is incredibly difficult and, while you don’t want to be conceited, you are being a God. You are reaching into this nothingness and pulling a whole planet, whole civilization, towns and people and cities and governments out of nothing. 

You have to always keep in mind that your world, once created, exists without you. Your world existed before you dropped your characters into it, and your world will exist long after your characters die (unless they somehow end the world).


I have always thought the best place to start would be geography. If you open up a history textbook, for any country, geography is often the first thing that you see. How large is this world? Is it a full planet or just a landmass that you are discussing? Where in space is it? Do you know? It is in this universe? What does the sky look like? Are their islands? Mountains? Rivers? Oceans? Lakes? You need to know the layout of the land.

Start off with a piece of paper, and explore where your want your characters to go. If you look at Harry Potter, there is an entire world built inside of our world, living amongst us. If you look at Lord of the Rings, there is an entire different world out there that we haven’t reached and doesn’t know about us. Pokemon has it’s own region, with little towns and usually some islands. Firefly has earth-like planets in a different universe, but they know of Earth (Earth-that-was). Is your world build on ours? Build away from ours? Built after ours? Can they interact? Have they ever interacted?

Let There Be Life

Once you have a basic layout for landmass, think about the first interaction with our world. So, for example, I created a world called Fallamore, which exists underneath Earth and was built by magical folk during the witch hunts in order to escape prosecution. This is the kind of information that will probably never make the story, but it is cool to know for yourself. How long has history existed for this world? Where do they believe life started? God? Science? Aliens? 

Knowing Every Rock and Tree and Creature

You obviously don’t need to know every tree and rock that exists in the world - but you do need to know what species are around. Are trees like they are on Earth? Brown bark and green leaves? Do they change colors in the fall? Are there even seasons? While you don’t need to make note of every type of flower or tree, it’s good to have an idea of what things might look like. 

Another good idea would be knowing what kind of species exist in your world. Humans? Witches? Vampires? Goblins? Elves? Fairies? Aliens? Something you invented? Do they all live together, or do they have their own communities? Do they get along, or are they racist of each other? 

Vague and Yet Menacing World Government 

You have a lot of options for governments in your world, and are also free to make your own.

You can do a traditional monarchy: king, queen, princess, prince, etc. Is your monarchy going to be a patriarchy, a matriarchy, or equestrianism? (Will the eldest son take over? Eldest daughter? Oldest child? Most prepared / smartest child? The parent chooses? It’s a vote?) 

You can have a President, or Minister. You can have a dictator. You can have a council. You can have a religious leader double as a political leader. All political decisions can be asked to a magic conch shell. 

Also, you can mix and match these. For my upcoming NaNoWriMo novel, I have a world with many different regions. The entire world has one royal family in charge of everything ( a patriarchal monarchy ) that defends the realm and all things in it. However, the monarchy allows the different regions to govern themselves as long as they follow the monarchy’s policies. Several regions have established their own monarchy that bows a knee to the main one. A goblin region has a council that reports to the monarchy. An elf region has a matriarchy. A final region is led by a very wise educator, who has been appointed as leader for his knowledge. 

You also need to decide how important government is - but it is necessary. If you are telling the story of a very young girl who finds a unicorn in a meadow, knowing that she lives under the rule of a beautiful princess in a far away castle is not relevant and doesn’t need to be shared. However, in The Hunger Games the government plays a huge role in the plot of the story. 

Now, there is a lot of other things to think about when creating a world, but this is just a place to start. World Building is a lot of work and takes a lot of time and effort and dedication. 

Best of luck, and happy writing! 

Player Vs Player [m]

smut /// Knowning how much you love to play games, Minseok challenges to probably the competition of a lifetime. His mouth versus your will. Who will win?

“How long are you going to play that game?” You had your eyes glued to the screen but you could tell Minseok was at the doorway, watching you with a subtle glare.

“Uh…I’m ending soon.”

The uncertainty in your voice caused him to sigh. “You need to eat dinner.”

“I’ve eaten,” you said.

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Warm as the Devil

Anonymous: Can I request some Jealous!Matt?

You sure as hell can!

Jealous!Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language


Matt stormed through the door of his apartment with Y/N in tow.  The two were enjoying having drinks at Josie’s when some guy started hitting on her.  He introduced himself as Tyler and Matt already hated his guts due to the way he let his hands wander over her body.  Matt gripped his beer bottle tightly when he heard her pulse quicken at Tyler’s touches. Matt and Y/N weren’t even together, but god he had acted like they were when he threatened to beat the guy senseless when Y/N had went to the bathroom.  

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a list of quality ratonhnhaké:ton quotes that, in my opinion, deserve way more attention:

  • “will i get something for my troubles, aside from impressing a 12 year old girl?”
  • “fishing is a nice change of pace at times”
  • “stop. poking me”
  • “oh. OH! well, good for you!”
  • [falls out of tree] “what? i meant to do that”
  • “we don’t know what’s on the other side!” “we do now”
  • “i expect an apology when i return”
  • “how do i look?” “ridiculous”
  • [wins a bocce ball match] “victory is sweet”
  • “and instead you ask us to, what, shell all of new york?” “no of course not. only part of it”
  • “this next part you may not like” “as if i have liked the others?”
  • “recovered from your beating then?”
  • “is that so, old man? or perhaps we should step outside? i will gladly demonstrate how easily i could trounce… you”
  • “THAT’S IT” [bashes a guy’s face in with a checkers board]
  • “i will uncover this mystery myself!”
  • [finds norris in an outhouse] “oh… i will find you later then”

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anonymous asked:

does anyone else get turned on when they think about watching harry do domestic shit????? like, watching him do dishes or cook dinner or fix his hair or shave and getting caught rubbing your thighs together bc it secretly turns you on a lil n he just looks at you with that damn cocky smirk half covered in shaving cream with a 'what're yeh starin' at over there, bunny?' COULD YOU EXPAND ON THIS A LIL PLS IM DYIN


He’s clad in grey sweatpants and a loose white tank top, his hands foamy with soap as he scrubs the plates in the sink. You’d made dinner that night, so he’d deemed it fair that he clean up. You place the juice back in the fridge before turning to him, watching his back move as he hums a soft tune to himself.

“Thank you,” you say softly, and he peers over his shoulder before flashing you a smile. Your eyes trail from his face down to his neck, the taut skin pale and inviting. He’s so sweet, and his biceps bulge slightly when he reaches across the counter for more dish-soap, and you suddenly want–need–his cock in your mouth.

And, well…you’ve never really been good at controlling yourself when it comes to Harry.

“Bein’ awfully affectionate tonight,” Harry muses when he feels your lips peck against the side of his neck in quick succession. 

You hum in agreement, your arms snaking beneath his own and your fingers rucking up the material of his shirt. You splay your palms out against where you know two large ferns are inked into the skin of his hips. Harry tenses when you let your hands dip a bit further, toying with the elastic waistband of his bottoms. 

“What’s gotten into yeh?” he asks, and you want to groan, because how could he be so oblivious?

“Want you in my mouth,” you whimper, pressing your front firmly against his back. Your voice has taken on a breathy, desperate edge, just how it always does when you’re needy for him. You kiss the skin beneath his jaw before catching his earlobe between your teeth and biting down gently.

Fuck,” Harry’s knees almost buckle. He bows his head, chin nearly touching his chest as his eyes squeeze shut, “’S that kind of night? What brought this on, hmm?”

“Y’just…,” you sigh, one of your hands slipping even further down to palm at his crotch. Harry’s hips buck up reflexively, and he almost reaches out to grasp your wrist before realizing that his own hands are still covered in suds.

“You look so hot,” you mumble against his neck, fingers curling around where he’s already starting to harden beneath his pants. 

“’M just–Christ–washin’ the dishes, love.”

“I know,” you whine, because you don’t really understand it either. There’s nothing special about his actions–they’re mundane and common and normal. For some reason, though, this seems to be riling you up more than it should.

“Can I?” you ask, your breath wafting along the shell of his ear, “Can I suck you?”

“Y’wanna?” he inquires, already beginning to rinse off his hands, “Y’want me t’spread those pretty lips with my cock?”

You whimper in affirmation. Harry smirks, reaching for the dishcloth that’s hanging over the edge of the counter. He towels any excess water from his palms before turning around. The movement startles you a bit, causing you to take a step back. But then you look up at him with wide, excited eyes, and you drop to your knees with no preamble. 

“Eager little thing,” Harry murmurs to himself. He leans down slightly, running his thumb along the curve of your bottom lip. “Go on then, pet. Show me exactly how much yeh want it.” 

thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

Newt has a big crush on Graves pass it on

Newton Artemis Fido Scamander most certainly did not have a crush on one Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security - until he did, that is.

Newt hadn’t had a crush on anyone for years, in fact, until a good three months after the Grindelwald incident. A good three months after they found Graves. Newt had been brought in to consult on a trafficking ring that broke out during the chaos of cleaning up Grindelwald’s mess and MACUSA had instantly asked for his return. He had come back, knowing he’d probably end up meeting the man behind the face that Grindelwald had stolen -

Only to find out he was on sick leave, re-cooperating from the trauma of being held prisoner. What trauma specifically, be it psychological or physically, no one could say. Nor could they say how long he’d be gone.

So imagine Newt’s surprise when he’s knee deep in a raid - spells flying, creatures howling from their cages and panicking, lashing out through the bars and suddenly, he appears. He spots Graves entering the chamber from across the chaos and for a heart stopping second, Newt can’t move. His face is so familiar, and every moment he blinks, he can see Grindelwald’s exasperated expression as he sentenced him to death. But every time he opens his eyes, he see Percival Graves. And while the face is the same, nothing else is.

Grindelwald had moved like a peacock, strutting his power and the richness of Graves’ body like a man flaunting a pricey car. Graves moved like a panther; smooth, steadfast, assured of his capabilities but also cautious enough to know that didn’t ensure a painless fight. His eyes were deep and focused. He scanned the chaos at hand with a sheer, calm calculation that set Newt at ease. 

And when he announced his entrance finally to the group at large, it was not flashy or wasteful. He bound and gagged three criminals before the rest even realized he was attacking them at all. 

He attacked not just for himself, but for his flock. He cast spells that assisted those aurors that were struggling the most first - the outnumbered or exhausted or wounded. And once assured of their safety, then moved onto the rest. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t try to eliminate everyone on his own, although Newt had a small inkling that he could. Instead, he worked with his aurors. He attacked just as much as he defended, moving slow and precisely. It wasn’t a race, after all. The safety of his team was most important.

And so while it was a sluggish fight, it was predominantly a success, with minimal injuries occurring after the fact.

“Well done,” he said, his voice rough like whiskey and warming Newt’s chest just the same. Newt watched as he clapped a strong hand onto Abernathy’s shoulder and squeezed, encouraging, before turning to the room at large. “Everyone, begin transporting these men to headquarters. We’ve a long night of paperwork ahead of us.”


“Of course, sir!”

“Right away!”

And then Graves turned to look at him.

Mr. Scamander, yes? I was informed you were assisting with this case. Are you alright?” Graves asked, approaching him all the while, and Newt couldn’t help but feel pinned beneath the wolfish focus of those eyes. He swallowed, about the speak, when Graves’ gaze slid suddenly over Newt’s shoulder. 

He received no more notice than that. Suddenly, Graves was in front of him, shoving him aside. Newt stumbled into a nearby table, off balance, then whirled to take in what had set Graves off. 

A nundu stood where Newt had once stood, blood on it’s claws. Were it not for the cruel muzzle the criminals had placed upon the creature’s snout, Graves would probably have been struck dead by the creature’s poisons. Newt, too. 

Graves had managed to back away somewhat, but Newt could see where the nundu had struck him - sleeve torn and muddled red at the forearm. Graves had both his hands out, both making him seem large while also giving the nundu sight of both his hands and what they were doing. 

Newt rose to his feet quickly, mouth open to direct Graves, when the man then turned his open palms to him and shook his head - shushing him with his eyes. It was then he realized the man must have already warned back his aurors, too, because they were frozen in a semi-ring around him, wands drawn but frozen as they watched.

The nundu was growling, it’s huge throat swollen in angry and its thorny mane bristling. Newt felt his heart constrict, torn between directing Graves regardless of the man’s request for silence and telling him not to harm the nundu.

But neither predator attacked, nor seemed to attend to - both just staring each other down. It was then, Newt realized, that Graves was gently easing a wandless spell through the air between them. It sunk into the creature gradually, easing it into a calm stupor incrementally instead of all at once lest the spell panic the beast. Newt watched, wide-eyed, as the director calmly eased the creature to the ground - falling into a kneel in time with the moment that the creature laid down, keeping eye contact until it was finally fully slack, eyes closed, restful and at peace. 

“Sir, that was amazing,” one of the aurors whispered, awed. 

“Yes it was,” Newt whispered.

Graves leaned forward, hands searching out the crevices of the muzzle, frowning as though displeased as Newt approached. The man looked up at him once before leaning back on his haunches and turning his attention back to the beast.

“My apologies, Mr. Scamander. I am well aware of your expertise, but I did not think warning you would give you enough time to react - I hope I did not hurt you.”

“N-no, I’m quite alright. You… Thank you for not harming him. Another man might have killed him without another thought if they were staring down a nundu.”

“It’s not the creature’s fault he’s here. A spell must have shattered the door to his cage. Spooked him. We got too close and he was acting on instinct. He didn’t advance any further after the initial swipe - he didn’t want to hurt anyone,” Graves said, eyes on the creature as he spoke. “Can hardly fault him for trying to protect himself. Far from home, surrounded by hostile people and then exposed to the fight that just happened. And then he was muzzled. I don’t strike a man if I have a knife and he doesn’t. Goes the same for creatures. Just doesn’t seem right.”

Newt blinked, stock-still in the face of the last words he had expected to hear.

“I wish we could loosen this,” Graves said, fingers trailing over the places where the muzzle bit cruelly into the creature’s jaws, “But until he’s somewhere more managable, I don’t think that’s an option - for all of our sake’s, his included. I apologize though, Mr. Scamander. I know you’re likely not comfortable with that.”

Newt jerked, shook himself of his daze and said, “N-No, not at all. You’re right, it’s best for all of us, the nundu included, until I can get him somewhere safe.”

And when Graves rose to his feet, they were suddenly so close. Newt felt his breath hitch. He watched as Graves ran a hand over his wound, sewing the ragged mess shut, before looking ever so slightly up to look at Newt.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mr. Scamander?” Graves asked. “You look a little shell shocked.”

Newt nodded quickly, too quickly to be smooth.

“Good. We should start noting and moving these creatures somewhere safe, then. I’d be happy to lend you a hand, if you need the assistance,” Graves said, clapping Newt on the back as he had done the aurors. “The faster we get them somewhere more like home, the better - right?”

And when Graves smiled at him, Newt felt his breath catch in his lungs. Oh no, he thought. He’s perfect.

Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak.

Previous chapters: Chapter one. Chapter two.

Chapter three.

It is Monday’s lunch period, and Eddie only has eyes for Richie. Richie is stomping out his cigarette. It seems as though he has not noticed Eddie’s lingering gaze. Eddie does not know whether he likes that or not. Richie’s hair blows in the winter wind, and he is huddled into his brown overcoat like the last time Eddie saw him. There is a tiredness to him, the same one from the week before. During the weekend, he almost seemed well rested. Eddie wonders why.

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A while ago I asked @aletheiasan how Swirly would react to socks. According to them she wouldn’t even understand what they are. Dumb fishhorse! :v jk ilu bby

(They’re the mod of @ask-humming-way. Follow their mod blog, if you haven’t! They post really cute arts.)

(also scanning pencil art and then coloring is weird but fun, imgur link here because tumblr is dumblr)

ivegotaheadlineforyou  asked:

Hi Hi! I've been interested in secular witchcraft for a long time, but i'm finally starting to stop just researching, and I want to try and start practicing! I've collected a bunch of resources, but what are some of the first things you'd suggest picking up from the store? Candles, herbs, oils, etc? Also, any beginner posts you could link me to would be wonderful. I'm all ears! Have a wonderful day <3

Hey, congrats on deciding to practice and doing your research! Are you excited? Nervous? Enjoying what you’ve seen so far? Is Tumblr your primary resource? :)

I wanna learn so much from new witches omg. (There’s irony in there.)

Well, it honestly depends on what you wanna do and use yourself. Because personally, I picked up a few of each - I got some tealights from WalMart, bought some cheap incense from somewhere else, picked up some dried herbs from the grocery store that I didn’t already have in the kitchen, and found like five or six crystals I liked from Green Earth. I spent maybe like twenty bucks. That was my beginner’s witch kit.

But, again, it all comes down to what you want to use. Are you more interested in working with candles in magic? Candle magic *is* a really easy but effective method of magic, and candles are everywhere, and really cheap. Most spells use candles in them, not necessarily as the focal point of the spell, but they also do wonders for boosting energies. A bag of 100 tea lights goes a long way in witchcraft. Color correspondences can help, but isn’t necessarily required.

Or maybe crystals are where you wanna go. Crystals have amazing energy, but are a bit more on the pricey side. It can also be hard for people who don’t know a lot about them to tell them apart - the “danger” in this is being swindled by people claiming their crystals are something they’re not. Doesn’t mean they won’t work for their “declared” intent, necessarily, but it means you just dropped a lot of money on something worth a tenth of that. 

That doesn’t mean it isn’t worthwhile to work with them, though. Because they’re an amazing tool, really - you just gotta do some more research, and be confident in where you’re buying from. Finding a reliable dealer with decent prices is where it’s at. But then, once you’ve got some crystals, they’re really versatile. They can be used on their own, or in conjunction with other spells, put them in jars and sachets, or in poppets, make grids, use them to charge other things, just stick like ten of them in your pockets - boom, witchcraft. 

Oils aren’t something I necessarily recommend, to be honest. Not because they aren’t useful, because they are, just like any other tool can be (just gotta know how to use them). I just don’t know a lot about essential oils. xD If that is the area you wanna go in, however, it’s worthwhile to know that you’re gonna want to do some more research on the topic, and be wary of any allergies you may have, and for the love of god don’t put a crapton of pure oil straight on your skin.

Herbs is a little bit of a tricky area too, especially when using them as medicine. It requires a lot of research and safety if you plan on ingesting herbs for actual remedial purposes. If you just want to use dried herbs in, like, jars and spell bags, it isn’t nearly as bad, but you still want to keep an eye out for any poisonous / toxic plants and allergies. The stuff you can get pre-dried from grocery stores and dollar stores are honestly enough in most cases, and there’s lots of substitutes for more expensive or exotic plants, depending on intent.

If you wanna grow your own herbs too, that’s an option, but another area I don’t know a lot about, so I can’t give you any more advice on that besides do some more research. (It seriously never ends, so I hope you like studying.)

I guess this sort of answers your questions, but not really in the way you wanted. So, long story short, what you pick up depends on what and how you want to practice. However, I’ll give you a list of items I would recommend, purely based on my own craft, but I feel they’re pretty good staples to have all around.

  • candles - versatile as all hell; can be used on their own or in any other spell; bags of white tea lights are super cheap and easy to find; worry about colors later; scents can be used as correspondences as well but don’t hinder in any way
    • also, if you can’t have open flames for whatever reason, they have LED / battery powered candles in some dollar stores now; not to mention, tech magic?!
  • matches - they smell nice, and can light candles; suuuper cheap, but in bulk; unless you’re allergic to sulphur, then just a lighter will work
  • herbs - dried herbs from the grocery store seriously do the trick just as well as fresh / organic stuff; Bulk Barn / Barrel has a lot of awesome stuff for super cheap too; start off with just a few general / all-purpose ones, and then add to your collection as you go along; it starts to build up over time, trust me
    • sea salt - cleansing and protection; can be used as a base for most herbal mixtures
    • rosemary - considered a substitute for most other herbs
    • basil - has like a shit ton of correspondences
    • cinnamon is useful to have too
    • if you wanna curse, pepper flakes, paprika, or cayanne pepper should do the trick
  • jars - do I even need to explain?; dollar store, man; even thrift stores have some pretty amazing and cool looking bottles and stuff
  • notebooks - not something necessarily overly witchy, but more so to write down what you learn; trust me, you’ll wanna do that, especially with correspondences; also, sigils
    • also, though, keeping a blog can be a great way to have a magical book; can be password detected / kept secret; tags are useful for organiazation; and then you have us assholes in the community to hang out with too xD
    • writing utensils are also kinda required to, you know, write in books; black Sharpies are useful for actually drawing on stuff - candles, sachets, etc.; good for sigil work
  • scrap fabric - but some cool patterns from thrift stores or whatever; useful for making sachets and poppets
    • sealable plastic bags can do in a pinch though, really; also can be drawn on with Sharpie for easy sigil application
  • string / thread - tie up bags, herb bundles; make sachets and poppets; also useful for bindings, and that’s a good skill to know
  • mini sewing kit - super useful to have in general, and all parts of it can be used for something, somewhere
  • tea bags - seriously, tea has magical properties too; super discreet; and easy as hell; play around with different flavors for intents
  • crystals - clear quartz is super cheap and all-purpose; buy like five of them and just use them over and over; again, another thing it might be useful to have like three or four basic ones and then build your collection over time; that’s how most of us get our arsenal of supplies
    • clear quartz - substitutes for any other crystal
    • amethyst - super cheap and easy to find; variant of quartz; good for sleep and peace and divination; also purple
    • tiger’s eye - I’m biased because this is my favorite crystal; good for protection and courage; did I mention it’s awesome to look at?
  • incense - not necessarily required, but I like to have it; smells nice, useful; so many scents; can be found pretty cheap all over too
    • again, if you can’t have open flames in your place, you can try those wax melters; definitely pricier, but versatile for magic as well; and I mean, they just smell, so, good; my mom has one with like sugar cookie wax cubes; and I come home and think she’s baking, and I get super excited; but it’s a lie

So, yeah, that’s my list, and reasons for what I wrote. That’s just some ideas to get you started. If you choose a path that doesn’t need those things in them, obviously don’t bother then. And depending on what “type of magic” you wanna do, your basic supply list might be very different. For instance, a sea witch probably won’t care so much about kitchen herbs, and stock up on sand and seaweed, sea shells and salt water. 

Since you asked for beginner’s posts, too, you can have my whole list:

I did it! I made a post that wasn’t mostly links! :o Anyway, sorry for my smartass mouth, I was having fun with this. I hope you enjoyed reading, and I hope it gave you some ideas, and helped you out! Good luck! And if you need any more clarification or have more questions, you know where to find me. :D


By: CloudyGyeom

Prompt: “You deserve a happy ending.”

Summary: He was like the ocean, gilded with shades of blues, whites and grays. You wanted to see everything he had to offer. Puppy!Wang ; Shifter!Wang ; Boxer!Wang —smut.

I. II.

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Here is part 5 of the Halloween AU. *hums “This is Halloween”*

Sometimes Steve forgets that other people don’t like supernatural creatures as much as he does.

“Sam,” he whispers, hands clasped together tightly. Sam wraps an arm around his shoulders, rubbing up and down his arm. “Bucky’ll be okay, man. He’s too stubborn to die.” “We had to bring him to a fucking vet because human doctors refused to treat him,” Steve points out tearfully. Sam’s jaw clenches. “Yeah, I know. It’s fucked that they’re allowed to do that. I’m sorry, Steve.” Natasha arrives a few hours later. She’s agitated but she covers it well, instead settling in a seat in the corner so she doesn’t disturb the pets and their owners sitting in the waiting room. They, at least, look more sympathetic to Steve than any of the doctors he’d begged for help in the emergency room.

To Steve’s surprise, Tony shows up, too. He’s got a man with him, who looks kind of meek and small. Tony talks to the receptionist in quiet tones and she looks at the man in surprise but stands hurriedly, leading the man to the back. Tony walks up to them awkwardly. “I didn’t—I didn’t know if I was overstepping, bringing Bruce. But he’s, um… skilled? At this?” “…He’s skilled at treating gutted werewolves,” Sam says in disbelief. “Not—not werewolves specifically. Or, um, gutting specifically?” Tony looks at Sam awkwardly. “He was actually gutted? Like they were hanging out?” “Oh my God Tony shut up,” Natasha hisses, dragging him over to sit beside her. “Just sit here and shut up you’re not helping at all.” And, well. Sam and Steve are giving him pretty filthy looks.

It takes several more hours before the man, Bruce, comes back out. “He’ll be fine,” he says tiredly. “He’s asking for Steve.” Steve starts moving immediately. Bruce takes him back to the room Bucky’s in. Sam goes over to sit by Natasha and Tony. “This is Sam,” Natasha says when she notices Tony peeking at him. “He’s a therapist.” “Oh,” Tony says, and then, “I don’t know what that means.” “I help people who are hurt mentally or emotionally instead of physically,” Sam explains patiently. Tony thinks about that for a while before quietly, hesitantly asking, “Do supernatural therapists exist?” Sam turns his head to look at him, concerned.

“Bruce says I can go home,” Bucky says, voice all gravelly. “Wow you look absolutely awful,” Tony says helpfully. “Thanks, Tony,” Bucky replies. Steve and Sam sigh.

It’s a little tense at the diner with Bucky at home on strict bed rest. His absence is fault like a missing tooth; the hole he left is raw and irritated. It usually is when one of the regulars stops showing up. Sometimes they find out that the regular has just moved away. Other times they find the regular in the obituaries. A group of soot sprites actually leaves a tip when Steve usually doesn’t charge them at all, it’s that bad. So the mood in the diner is already pretty low when Tony drags a man into the diner and slams his head down on the counter. “I’d like to see Steve,” Tony tells Kamala calmly as if he isn’t holding a man’s bloody face against the bar.

“Tony what the fuck,” Steve exclaims angrily as he bursts out of the kitchen. Honest to God if Kamala quits because of Tony or his friends he’s going to pitch an unholy fit. He squawks when he sees the man Tony has hold of, too. “Tony.” Tony looks down at the man and tightens his grip on the back of his neck. “Say you’re sorry.” Steve’s eyes dart between Tony and the man in confusion. When the man says nothing, Tony lifts him and then slams his head back onto the counter, baring his teeth and hissing, “Say you’re sorry.” “’m sorry,” the man finally manages, spitting it out as if the words are being pulled from him. Tony hisses again, fangs descending. “Like you mean it.” “I’m sorry,” the man says again, this time a touch tearfully.

Tony looks up at Steve and Steve stares back blankly before realizing, belatedly, that Tony is checking to see if that’s good, if that’s—if that’s enough. He nods and watches as Tony lifts his hand, as the other man slides to floor with a whimper. Tony looks down at the man and hisses one last time, eyes glowing red. “Get out.” The man scrambles to his feet and runs out of the diner faster than some of Steve’s dine-and-dashers. Steve stares after him, gaping a little, before looking up at Tony. ‘What the hell was that’ is on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t force it out in the face of Tony’s pleased smile. He’s pleased with himself. He’s pleased with himself for attacking a human. Steve shivers a little as Tony says a happy little, “I’ll make sure he’s actually gone,” before leaving the diner.

“It’s nice,” an elderly troll says as her grandson pays for their food. “That that vampire is watching out for you and Bucky. I’m sure that man will think twice before attacking another werewolf.” Steve gapes after her as she leaves. That—that was the guy who had hurt Bucky? Who sliced him open from one side to the other, who had left Bucky crumpled on the ground, trying to hold his guts in? Steve shivers a little. He had expected this from Natasha, or maybe even Pepper if she decided that it had upset Tony enough, but Tony? Tony was old and awkward, just like Colonel Rhodes had said—he sneered at vampire stereotypes in movies and talked to children in languages most people didn’t understand and got lost in his own city because sometimes he forgot what year it was and despised the taste of blood. He didn’t—he didn’t attack people.

“What did you expect, Steve?” Bucky asks tiredly when he gets home, still looking shell-shocked. “I know Tony isn’t what you expected from a vampire but he is still a creature of the night. He operates on a different moral level than you. One of his friends was hurt, so he went out and found who hurt me. I’m sure he would have brought the guy here and made him apologize to me too except even Tony knows not to let a known bigot find out where he lives. Just because Tony’s an awkward little weirdo doesn’t mean he’s not still dangerous when he chooses to be, Steve.” And Steve knows that, technically, but it’s hard to reconcile this vampire who had brought Bucky’s clearly injured attacker in to apologize to him with the vampire that had been trembling like a leaf and clinging to Colonel Rhodes like a koala after being attacked himself.

“Don’t get the willies about him now,” Bucky orders sharply, and Steve realizes belatedly that he’s starting to hyperventilate. “Otherwise you’d have to give me that scared look, too. Tony’s our friend and if someone sliced him open I’d track that person down too. Only difference is I probably wouldn’t have the self-control to keep from killin’ ‘em.” Sometimes Steve actually forgets that Bucky’s supernatural. He can look so human. Steve gets down on his knees by the couch and gently wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist, shaking. He could have lost Bucky for something as stupid being a werewolf. He should be giving Tony some leeway. He knew that the supernatural didn’t trust the police to be impartial. Tony was just exacting punishment he thought the humans wouldn’t, and he didn’t even kill the man, when that man had had every intent to kill Bucky.

“I’m sorry,” Steve tells Tony when he sits down at the counter. Tony tilts his head, eyes wide with bewilderment, but he says, “It’s okay,” anyway. Steve wonders if Tony knows what he’s apologizing for. Probably not. He probably thinks he’s just forgotten whatever Steve thinks he’s got to feel sorry for. Steve doesn’t want to tell him exactly why he’s sorry, though, and for the first time in his life takes the coward’s way out and doesn’t tell him.


I need to be alone with you.
Wouldn’t you like that?

“Min Larel”

Request: “Hello! *blushes profusely* Could I request some smutty smut about Kylo seducing a rather innocent and shy officer? Maybe they’ve been seeing each other and he has to have her :‘3 pretty please?”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3773


A/n: ok this isn’t as smutty as i hoped and got way too deep way too fast and is super long but anyway, hope you enjoy!

P.S. I feel like a lot of my fics go off course and into really like meaningful? territory. Lemme know if you prefer for them to be more lighthearted or whatever haha

Originally posted by darcyfitz

Many would’ve expected the Finalizer to be buzzing with life, even in the earlier hours of the morning. After all, there was no real display of time amongst the stars, only the hovering red numbers on the many screens that covered your office. But even though maintenance worked round the clock, only mostly droids worked at these hours. Almost everyone slept at these designated hours, the whole ship feeling eerily empty as you marched towards the highest deck, stifling a yawn. Everyone needed sleep, but the First Order itself could not, due to risk of being caught off guard. You were the part of the operations, the element of the Order that kept its eyes on the dark starry horizonless sky during the hours your body naturally wanted to shut down.

You had always been a night creature, most motivated to do work when your eyes grew heavier. That’s why it didn’t surprise you that you had been tasked with watching over the ship while the rest slept. You weren’t alone of course, at least ten other officers greeting you with a tired nod or soft “hello” as you entered the command deck. Armitage Hux was amongst the sleepless lot, dark circles a permanent feature on his face. He was always awake, only retreating to sleep in his quarters for 3-4 hours a day.

He approached you with a weary smile, handing you a clipboard.

“You’re on communications tonight.” His voice cracked from lack of sleep.

You sighed “Again?”

“Sorry, wasn’t me who put you on there.” He shrugged, his posture much more relaxed around you.

“Of course not.” You smirked deviously. “You would’ve assigned me to your bed if it was in your power.”

He chuckled, bringing a lazy hand to prop his heavy head up. His eyes flickered down, bright with daring as he casually checked you out.

“If I did, Ren would kill me.”

You froze at the mention of his name, Hux rolling his eyes dramatically.

“I’m going to sleep.” He said, beginning to walk away before stopping and adding over his shoulder, “try not to blush as much when you see your irritable lover.”

You gripped the clipboard tightly as you called after him. “He’s not my-!” But Hux had already rounded the corner, uncaring of what you had to say on the matter. You huffed, stomping down to the isolated communications room.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! May i request reaper, 76, junkrat, and Mcree reacting to their s/o who's usually shy around others bumpin to music in their bathroom, and mouthing the words passionately to the guys when they see them at the doorway smiling and happy?

Yes you may! Going for some headcanons with this one… :)


He never really expected to see you like this

  • Not from you since you had always been so quiet and shy
  • And he always just thought you’d never be comfortable enough around him
  • But it warms his heart to know you trust him enough to show him this side of you

It’s also a side of you he very much wants to get to know better

  • Watching you swaying and bouncing rhythmically to the music is something he could certainly get used to
  • When you see him, he expects you to stop but when you instead continue you with more vigour, his face breaks into a smile
  • It’s barely there, but its a smile nonetheless 
  • When you begin miming the words and coming towards him, he’ll roll his eyes and leave
  • But you know its only because he doesn’t want to give away how much he loves it


He does not know where the hell to look

  • Bless this lovely old man
  • Though he of course enjoys watching, he’s worried this is something very personal that you wouldn’t want to share with him
  • Still looks for a minute though

As he turns to leave, you see him and begin mouthing to him

  • He’s slightly in shock if he’s honest
  • Its just not something he ever thought he’d see from you
  • And to see a carefree side of you melts his heart just a little
  • Depending on his mood, he’ll either just keep watching from the doorframe with a grin plastered on his face
  • Or he’ll come into the room and sing back to you, leading you round the room in a bad impression of a waltz, whatever music you’re listening to


He can’t contain his brewing excitement

  • I mean he loves you, but he always thought you were a shy thing
  • Not even considering asking you to come out of your shell a little
  • Now that you seem to have done that, even just in front of him, filled him with joy

He bounds straight into the room

  • Eliciting a scream from you before you realise its only him and begin mouthing the words to the song
  • Singing and mouthing along to the words with you instantly
  • Dancing you around the room
  • You sing until your sides hurt and your laughter takes over
  • End up on the floor, laughing and laughing with stray tears coating the bathroom tiles


This guy is standing there enjoying the view

  • Watching you dancing around the room and enjoying the music to your heart’s content 
  • He just loves seeing you so happy and free
  • He also just loves seeing you dancing

You’re brought out of your trance by a low wolf-whistle coming from the direction of the doorway

  • You stop, but only for a moment before Jesse’s grin spurs you on
  • He starts laughing then, as do you, as your moves become more funny and for show instead of serious
  • Becoming a competition of who can do the silliest dance moves
  • Ending up in you laughing your way all the way to bed when you both collapse and fall asleep instantly
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Ahh, ok I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything! I’m not really sure what this even is? It’s just pure smut lol Let me know what you think of it here.


Warnings/Genre: Smut, Threesome

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Jimin ?

Word count: 3576

You made your way through the crowd heading back to the bar. Your skin was now glistening from dancing.You definitely needed a break from the dance floor. You ordered yourself a drink, then looked back at your friends. They were still on the dance floor grinding against god knows who crotch. This is definitely what you needed a girls night out.

You had been in a slump needless to say. Your boyfriend that you swore you would marry, ending up breaking up with you. The two of you were in two different relationships is what it felt like. And eventually you saw it coming, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

That was almost 8 months ago, and you had yet to go out on one date. That didn’t mean your friends didn’t try setting you up every chance they got. Because they did, even your co-workers tried too. You turned down every one of their offers. If you weren’t ready you weren’t ready.

At this point though you were ready to meet someone. Not necessarily date, but you were definitely ready for a hookup. It had been way too long since someone actually touched you in that way. Probably a year actually. Being that towards the end of your relationship with your ex you both grew distant. Which meant you weren’t having any sex.

Therefore you were extremely horny, and in desperate need to have sex. A shameless one nightstand is what you needed. That’s why you had agreed to let your friends take you out tonight in the first place. So far though you weren’t having any luck. You were though having a great time with your friends, but no one had seemed to catch your eye.

You sat there for a moment giggling to yourself at how your friends were dancing. When you noticed him. You hadn’t seen all night. You’re not sure even how you missed him, he was so handsome. He was tall with tanned skin, that seemed to glow when the strobe lights hit him. You couldn’t help, but stare. He was dancing in between two girls and a guy. The guy was probably his friend or something.

You must have been staring for almost a minute when he finally noticed you staring at him. You quickly looked away, your cheeks now flushed. It had been too long because here you were staring at this guy, like you’ve never seen a man before.

You quickly glanced back over at him, thinking he had to have looked away by now. But instead, you were met with his eyes staring back at you. All while the girl he probably came with, had her arms now wrapped around his neck. As she pressed her body against his whispering something into his ear. Still, he was gaze was on you.

Finally, you brought yourself out of whatever trance you were in. And turned around finishing off your drink. You weren’t going to waste your time or embarrass yourself anymore. Even though he was extremely attractive. He was dancing with a girl that was pretty much pushing herself onto him. While he just stood there practically eye fucking you. Yeah, that’s not what you were looking for. You ordered yourself another drink. Accepting the fact that you weren’t getting any tonight.

You sat there for awhile. A few guys had come and gone trying to chat you up. None though seemed to spark your interest. You sighed deciding you should probably call it a night. Your friends had long disappeared by now. Probably finding their guy that they’re going to go home with.

You pulled out your phone, getting ready to text one of your girlfriends to let them know you were leaving. When you heard a rather deep voice asking if you wanted another drink.

You looked up to see that same handsome stranger, that you were practically drooling over earlier. “No thanks,” you shook your head. “I’m actually just leaving.”

“But I just sat down,” he pouted. “I’m sorry, but weren’t you with some girl? Maybe she can come keep you company.” You came off harsher than you intended it to be.

“Actually if you must know I’ve been desperately trying to get away from her all night.” He said shaking his head. “C’mon let me buy you a drink, just stay for one more drink.” He flashed you his boxy smile, trying to convince you.

That smile just about melted you. “Ok, I’ll have whatever you’re having.” you smiled back at him. His face instantly lit up. He gestured for the bartender. 

One drink wasn’t going to hurt. Just one more drink for the road you told yourself.

Once he ordered the drinks, he turned back to you. “Taehyung,” he extended his arm out to you. You were a little taken back by his formalities all of the sudden. But you went along with it. 

“Y/n,” you said as you shook his hand.

One drink turned into 3 others. The both of you sat there chatting away. He was too charming, he knew all the right things to say to you. He listened intently when you spoke, always making eye contact. He laughed at all your jokes and your sarcasm. You were actually enjoying yourself. So when he asked you to dance, you agreed.

The dance floor was less crowded now. You began moving your hips to the beat of the song. While Taehyung started inching closer and closer to you. Your bodies were now touching as you danced against him. Your moves began slower and more sensual. And Taehyung’s face was so close to you now, you could feel his breath on you.

Your eyes traced the outline of his lips. He seemed to notice and licked his lips. You were about to lean and kiss him. When suddenly he was moving away from you. You recognized the guy that he was with earlier, grabbing his shoulder and telling him something. You couldn’t quite make it out though. Taehyung just nodded his head in response and turned back to you.

“This is my friend Jimin” he looked back at his friend and, then back at you. You leaned in closer so he could hear you, and introduce yourself. Now that you were closer, you noticed how attractive he was too. His body was fit, his legs were muscular and well defined. You guessed he was a dancer of some sort.

Taehyung leaned in closer to you asked if he could join you. He said something along the lines of the girl he was with bailed and now he was all alone. You nodded in agreement.

You were actually kind of disappointed. You thought the night was turning around. That maybe just maybe, you were actually going to get laid tonight. But hey at least you were dancing in between two attractive guys.

Though Jimin had joined you, Taehyung was still dancing with his body pressed against yours. You even forgot Jimin was there when Taehyung started pressing kisses on your jawline. You started pushing yourself against him. Feeling yourself getting more turned on as you danced against him.

You felt you Jimin’s hands come out from behind you, and you caress your hips. But you didn’t push him away. Instead, you backed into him. Grinding your ass into his crotch. All while Taehyung pushed his knee in between your legs. Letting it brush against your core.

You weren’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the drinks you had or the fact that you haven’t had sex in so long. But the thought of going home with Jimin and Taehyung sounded very appealing to you.

As if Taehyung read your mind, he moved his lips to your ear. Sticking his tongue out, and licking a stripe on your earlobe. Before asking if you wanted to head back to his. His breath tickling the shell of your ear. Sending shivers straight down to your core. You practically moaned yes. The alcohol in your system helped you feel a little less embarrassed at your eagerness.

You knew exactly what he was insinuating. Of course, this was something you had never done before. But you weren’t necessarily against it. They way you were dancing in between them made your head spin. All you knew was this felt good. You wanted this.

With that, the three of you were off. Quickly heaving in and out of the crowd. Making it towards the exit and catching a cab.

The cab ride to Taehyung’s flat was silent. You were actually starting to wonder if this was their plan all along. Have they done this before? Was this something that they did often? Would that change anything? Probably not. This is what you wanted, a one night stand. Not necessarily a threesome, but this was definitely better than going home alone.

Once the three of you were at Taehyung’s flat, he led you straight into his bedroom. With Jimin following behind closely. Taehyung started kissing you, while Jimin sat at the edge of the bed and watched. It felt strange at first having someone watch you whilst you made out with someone.

Was this how this was going to be the whole time? You’re not really sure how threesomes work. You only knew of what you watched on porn. You pushed those thoughts out of your head and let Taehyung kiss you. 

Taehyung started pulling at your dress. Helping you get out of it. His lips never leaving yours. All while guiding you backward towards the bed. Jimin’s hands reached out for you taking you out of Taehyung’s grasp. Letting Taehyung undress.

Jimin was already shirtless when you turned around. His skin looked soft and inviting. His chest and stomach defined. You instantly lowered yourself, placing kisses all over his chest. And running your hands over his torso. Letting one of your hands drop lower. Skimming the fabric that covered his bulge. Eliciting a soft grunt from Jimin. That was enough to send you into overdrive.

It had been so long since you’ve had a man react to you touching them. You wanted more. You quickly stood up pulling Jimin up with you. Jimin and Taehyung were both shirtless now, standing side by side. You studied them for a bit. Bringing hands to each of their chests. And slowly running your fingers down to their abdomen, and back up.

Taehyung was a bit taller than Jimin. His skin was darker in comparison to Jimin. Though his body was still defined, Jimin definitely had more muscle. Taehyung took initiative more than Jimin. He was the one that got you here. He was the one that got you undressed. And now he was the one reaching out to you. Cupping your breast, kneading the soft flesh in his large hands. Running the pads of his fingers over your nipple. Then lightly tugging them, causing you to part your lips. All the while Jimin watched, studying your reaction as Taehyung touched you.

Suddenly you remembered why you stood up. Making them both stand in front of you. You wanted to feel them, taste them, make them feel good. There was nothing more that turned on, than hearing the noises a guy made when you touched them. And now you had to gorgeous men in front of you. Willing to do anything you asked. Even though there hadn’t been much talking between the three of you. You could tell they were both willing to submit.

You leaned in, pushing your lips against Jimin’s. Kissing him while Taehyung’s hands started to roam your body. You wanted to taste both of them at the same time. You slightly turned your head. Grabbing onto to the back of Taehyung’s head, as you guided his lips to yours.

The three of you sloppily kissed each other. Tongues and teeth clashing. Their hands were both on you, grouping any part of you, they could. Jimin was gaining more confidence to touch you as he grew more aroused.

You moaned into their mouths. It felt so good. You had never kissed two people at the same time before. It was messy, but something about it was so hot. You wanted to explore more. Reluctantly you pulled away and dropped to your knees. They looked down at you with anticipation and lust filled eyes.

You palmed both of them over their jeans. Feeling them start to stiffen under your touch. Without having to say anything Taehyung and Jimin were quickly undoing their pants. You helped by pulling them down along with their underwear.

You took both of their members in each hand. Giving them a few pumps before leaning down and swirling your tongue the tip of Jimin’s dick. Jimin hissed as you swirled your tongue over his slit. Tasting his bitter precum, all while you pumped Taehyung in your other hand. You switched over to Taehyung giving him the same treatment.

“Please y/n, give us more,” Taehyung asked. “We want to feel that pretty little mouth of yours don’t we Jimin?” Jimin looked down at you quickly nodding his head.

You thought about ignoring him. And continuing to tease them, by giving them little kitten licks. But instead, you had a better idea. You’ve watched it before in some porn, and you remembered just how much it turned you on and how hard you came whilst watching it.

“Kiss.” You said looking up at them while still slowly stroking their erections. Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other then looked at you with wide eyes.

“Uh— what do you mean kiss? Kiss you?” Taehyung said absolutely confused and hoping you weren’t actually meaning what he thought you meant.

“Kiss each other, then I’ll suck you both.” You weren’t exactly sure where all this confidence that you got came from. Sure you were never really afraid to ask for what you wanted during sex. But this was completely different than that. This was a fantasy that you never thought would ever actually happen.

“No— sorry that’s not happening, their ” Taehyung said shaking his head no.

“Please,” you said in almost a childlike whine. “It’s so hot, seeing you two do it will get me so wet, enough the thought of it has me almost dripping.” You weren’t lying. You could feel your arousal already sticking to your underwear. And you had barely just started.

You lowered your mouth, sucking the head of Taehyung’s dick lightly. And then pulling him out of your mouth with a lewd pop. You did the same to Jimin.They both groaned at the action.

You weren’t actually sure if they were going to do it now. But to your surprise, Jimin leaned into Taehyung. You expected Taehyung to move away, but he didn’t. Instead, they stayed there for a second. Staring at each other, as if they were mentally having a conversation on whether they should do it or not.

Your core throbbed at the thought that they were so close to doing it. You spit on each of their erections. Then smoothing out your saliva over their dicks. You Squeezed them a little harder and started pumping them a little faster.

Jimin moaned at the sensation, deciding enough was enough. He closed the gap between him and Taehyung, and kissed him. You moaned at the sight of them kissing. Your pussy clenched around nothing.

You quickly lowered your head taking Taehyung’s dick in your mouth first, and then Jimin’s. You looked back up at them to find that their lips were still pressed against one another’s. You moaned against Jimin’s dick. Desperately trying to take more of him into your mouth. While pumped Taehyung’s erection faster.

You were turned on beyond belief. You squeezed your thighs tight together, rubbing them to get any friction possible. Taehyung and Jimin didn’t stop kissing. Their kisses got more passionate. When Jimin parted his lips to moan, Taehyung took the opportunity to put his tongue into Jimin’s mouth. You felt like you could pass out right then and there.

But there was no time for that. You needed something anything to soothe the ache between your legs. You released both of their erections and stood up. Taehyung and Jimin stopped kissing once they realized you stopped.

“Fuck me.” Was all you could say.

Taehyung smirked. “With pleasure,” he said. And then he kissing you, pushing you back towards his bed. Helping you pull down your underwear. Letting it fall down to your ankles. You kicked off the lacy material.

He laid on the bed first, with his back to the mattress and his feet planted on the ground. He signaled you to climbed on top of him.

“I want you to ride me while you suck Jimin off.” He ordered you nodded quickly getting onto the bed. Taehyung extended his hands out towards your hips. Helping you situate yourself on his thighs, while your back faced him.

“Jimin will you get me a condom out of the top drawer?” Taehyung asked, and Jimin did as he was asked. Handing the foil packet to you.

You ripped the packet open, taking out the condom. You lifted your hips and grabbed Taehyung’s member. Giving him a couple pumps before rolling it on. 

You lined the tip at your entrance. Slowly sinking down on his cock. You gasped at the stretch. You knew you were wet enough, but it’s been too long since you’ve been stretched out like this.

You kept your hips still while you adjusted to the size. You looked over at Jimin who was now standing in front of you. His dick in his hand as he slowly stroked himself while he watched you. You motioned him to come closer.You took him into your hand, with your other hand pressed against Taehyung’s thigh for support.

You leaned down taking Jimin into your mouth. You took as much of him in as you could. Bobbing your head up and down coating his dick with your saliva. He groaned, tossing his head back relishing in the feeling of your warm wet tongue. And having your mouth all to himself.

“Fuck,” Taehyung said under his breath. The sight of you sucking of Jimin, and the feeling of you clenching around him was driving him crazy. He held onto your hips, thrusting his hips upwards.

You took the hint and started grinding your hips back and forth, while Taehyung thrust up into you. You moaned around Jimin’s dick trying to keep up. But it was hard, you were quickly losing yourself in the feeling of having Taehyung inside of you.

You pulled Jimin’s cock out of your mouth, no longer being able to concentrate on sucking him. Jimin quickly stroked himself as he watched you ride Taehyung. You used both hands to grab onto Taehyung’s thighs for support. You finally raised your hips up before slamming them back down, bouncing on Taehyung’s cock.

You were going to come embarrassedly fast, with the way Taehyung dick rubbed against your walls. But you couldn’t seem to care. You were watching Jimin pull on his cock as hard as he could. While he watched you ride Taehyung.

Taehyung’s thrust became harder and faster. And you cried out in pleasure as his balls kept slamming against your clit. Your orgasm was coming fast. Your body began to tremble and your toes curled. You squeezed your eyes shut seeing all white. As spurts of electricity shot through your body.

You were panting and moaning mess now. Taehyung kept thrusting upwards, letting you ride out your high. Until finally you slumped forward. You opened your eyes just in time to see Jimin’s face contort. As white ribbons of his cum shot out covering his hand.

Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist, flipping you both over. So now your chest was pressed against the mattress. He continued thrusting into you from behind. His hips slamming into your ass, as you laid there. His thrusts became more sporadic as he reached his end. Grunting your name as his cum spilled into the condom.

He collapsed onto you, panting heavily trying to catch his breath. After a moment he pulled out of you and rolled over onto his back. Just then Jimin was walking back into the room, and handing you a cloth to clean yourself up. You didn’t even notice that he had left the room. He was now cleaned up with his boxers now on.

You wiped yourself off a bit then tossed the rag somewhere on the floor. You turned over to see Taehyung cleaning himself off too and then climbing back into bed with you.

“That was fucking amazing,” Taehyung said as he pulled the covers over the both of you. “ I think I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.”

You laughed and nuzzled in closer to him. You were so exhausted, your eyelids were starting to grow heavy. Before you let yourself fall asleep you looked around for Jimin. He was gone, you were going to mention something to Taehyung. But when you turned to face him, he was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling.

You giggled to yourself at how fast he had fallen asleep. You closed your eyes figuring you should sleep now too. You would just ask about Jimin tomorrow. With, that you drifted off into dreamland.

anonymous asked:

from your tags you said you dont think grays trump card is iced shell. can i ask why please? because thats what i have seen and thats what this seems to be building up to. ending the way his whole story started

I’ve seen many people say that Gray’s trump card will be iced shell but I have other ideas for what it may be.

First, let me tell you why I’m pretty sure it’s NOT iced shell:

1) Gray called it his ‘trump card’. This gives the implication that it’s something we’ve not seen before, something that’s new for him to use. If it wasn’t new, he’d just say “yeah, well I have iced shell up my sleeve.” It’s not like iced shell is some secret weapon or anything. We’ve seen it enough times now for him to just call it ‘iced shell’ and not his ‘trump card’.

2) Gray has already come close to using iced shell twice before. Once in Galuna when Natsu stopped him, and once in Tartaros where he stops himself after remembering his friends and those close to him. I’d say the iced shell story is pretty much finished with now. Also, in this arc, we saw Gray finally having recovered from the trauma of his past, thinking of the future…which brings me to my next point.

3) Gray mentions his trump card in ch. 453 to Juvia. Here: 

If you ask me, he looks pretty happy in this panel. He’s talking about his trump card in a positive manner after just having discussed the future with Juvia. Why would he talk about the future and be smiling if he’s planning on using iced shell against Zeref? We all know how that ends: death. Gray wasn’t heading into the war against Zeref and END with the intention to die. He has a future with Juvia and his friends to get back to.

SO they’re my reasons for why his trump card won’t be the iced shell spell we’ve already seen and heard all about multiple times now.

Here’s what I think his trump card might actually be:

1) Demon-slaying magic’s version of iced shell. Maybe he’s learnt a modified iced shell that lets him cast it and seal away his opponent WITHOUT using up his own lifespan. This would come in handy when it comes to sealing away Zeref or the book of END, and he would continue to live with no harm done to him.

2) Memento Mori. In Tartaros, Mard Geer cast this curse but Gray protected Natsu and seemed to absorb it all. It could be that he now harnesses an advanced version of Memento Mori and planned to use it against Zeref or END.

3) Demon force. Kinda like dragon force but demon slayer version.

Well, I hope that answers your question! I think either of these situations are far more likely than his trump card being iced shell. Guess we’ll find out next week ^.^ 

EDIT: Or maybe he’s just not learnt his lesson at all xD