you look good in pink though :)

@keilattes
daddy 😍😍 I want him to grind on me fuck viktor lol. can he choke me w his tie!!!!!!! ily who r u DRUNK  BANQUET YUURI IS MY BF I WANT HIM TO STEP ON ME HOW DID YOU KNOW???? 😰😰😰 ily I don’t deserve him wtf zeph please kill me /KISSES U THANK U SM <33333 JUST THESE SKETCHES ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL & A BLESSING sobs grossly ily

LMAO KEI DO YOU NEED MORE WATER

Things every Kpop fan has heard before part 2

“Are they gay?”
“They all look the same”
“I don’t think any of them are attractive”
“So you like anime?”
“Why can’t you talk Korean then?”
“Why do the guys dye their hair and wear makeup?they can’t be straight!”
“It all sounds the same”
“How can you tell them all apart?”
“Why are they so pale?”
“The music is so generic”
“You like Korean pop! Hopefully in the south HAHA”
“It’s just a phase”
“Why is there some English words in the song?”
“There dancing is so good!”
“Are you sure that’s not a woman?”
“Why do the girls all look so young”( and I’m like she 30 though)
“There the Korean version of __________”
“What’s the point in liking them if you can’t understand them”
“Asia has hip hop?”
“The music videos are so weird”

Angel in the Darkness pt.5

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 



The bright sunlight behind the curtains, stirs you awake from your deep sleep. There’s a faint smile stretched upon your lips, as you feel as if you’ve had one of the best naps in the longest of times. Your eyes are still closed shut as you try to flex your stiff muscles; only you can’t.

As soon as you tried to lift your arms, you hit something very hard and muscular. Huh? That’s weird. You can also feel that your legs are entangled, and something wrapped around your waist.

You didn’t mind the feeling, as you were still too tired to process things, and because it brought great warmth, but then you heard it; a faint grunt. Your eyes instantly shoot open, and you blush hard when you realize you’re wrapped up into Jungkook.

His face is mere centimeters away from yours, and his eyes are still closed shut, indicating he’s still asleep. You can feel his hot breath, gently tickling your red face, as his hair is all over. You peer downwards and see that his left arm is securely wrapped around your waist, as both of you were laying down on your sides. His long, thick legs were clumsily tangled with yours, and you were finding it hard to breathe since you were so close to him.

OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!?!

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1 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU] 

WORD COUNT: 4,225

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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Seoul; the party capital of the world. At least that’s what you’d heard at university from the girls who hadn’t spent their adolescence in exile. They would all squark with delight as they exchanged crazy stories about unrequited love and getting so drunk they blacked out and still can’t remember a thing; of course that was merely Sarah Holt’s way of justifying kissing her best friends boyfriend at social gatherings, but that was none of your business.

You had always been the foreigner, sent to England after your parents died in a plane crash at the tender age of fourteen. To say the girls from school lived up to their British stereotypes would be an understatement, they all relished in the unveiling of your sob story. Unfortunately the past wasn’t a talent show and the truth did you no favours, it only weighed heavily on your heart. Admittedly life wasn’t all bad being Park Jimin’s younger sister, he was the youngest billionaire in South Korea after all, much to your friends’ envy. A teeny part of you anticipated catching up with your older brother, not that you shared anything in common beyond DNA.

After spending three years almost five thousand miles away from your childhood home, the limousine finally pulled up to the manor house. It was still the same as you remembered it; shapely colourful shrubs adorned the surrounding fields as soon as the gates opened. A beautiful cherry blossom tree swayed calmly in the summer breeze right outside the front door, it was so surreal returning home after spending so long avoiding it.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A voice you recognised straight away asked, though it seemed much manlier in comparison to three years ago.

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Ties and Turmoil - Jughead Jones Imagine

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Apologies for the lack of updates, I’m literally about to do my GCSE’s and school is hell :))) But thank you so much for reading and for 500 followers x

The whole atmosphere in the town was melancholy. It was a gloomy day for a gloomy cause. The memorial of Jason Blossom. Almost all of Riverdale had been invited, the reason being the Blossom’s were trying to single out who had killed their son. The memorial an excuse to do so. It was something no one really wanted to go to, but yet, everyone felt obliged.

Jughead paced around (Y/N)’s room, hands in his pockets as the lack of comfort of the suit urged forwards. He sighed, staring at his shoes as he waited for (Y/N) to come out the bathroom. A small ‘click’ of the lock caused Jughead to quickly glance up, and though the matter was depressing and sad, Jughead was taken aback by the beauty radiating from (Y/N). Jughead cleared his throat, looking back down at his shoes.

“You uhh… You look beautiful.” He mumbled, a light pink dusting his cheeks. (Y/N) smiled brightly, looking down at what they were wearing.

“Thanks, considering we are going to a memorial, however, I don’t know if that’s a good thing.” They joked, trying to lighten the dull mood. Jughead smirked slightly, looking up to meet their (E/C) eyes.

“True, but I’d just take it as a compliment.” He backfired, making (Y/N) laugh. (Y/N) eyed Jughead up, looking at him in a suit, something they had never seen in their life.

“You brush up quite nicely yourself, Jughead. I don’t think I’ve ever had the honour of witnessing you in a suit.” They grinned, walking up to him, and toying with his undone tie. “You still don’t know how to tie a tie?” They teased, causing Jughead to smile lightly. Whilst they began to tie up Jughead’s tie, he took the time to analyse their face. Noticing small details he hadn’t noticed before.

“If I had, I wouldn’t get to have you do it for me.” Jughead murmured quietly, grabbing their hand once they were done. Smiling up at him, (Y/N) reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Well you’re lucky I do it willingly.” They smirked once more, going to pull away, however, Jughead swiftly pulled them back, wrapping his arms around their waist.

“Do we have to go? We could always just, stay here?” Jughead suggested, leaning into (Y/N)’s touch as they caressed his cheek. Though (Y/N) smiled lightly, they frowned too.

“As appealing as that sounds, babe, not going, would weigh us both down with guilt. I mean, Cheryl, as much of a bitch she is, needs support. Because she sure as heck isn’t getting any from her parents.” (Y/N) grumbled, looking down. Jughead noticed their turmoil, and gently cupped their chin, (Y/N) closed their eyes at the contact.

Jughead leant forward, resting his forehead against (Y/N)’s, and kissed the tip of their nose lightly. “Okay, fair point.” He whispered. “But I need you to help me out with something.” This caused (Y/N) to open their eyes, looking up into his gorgeous grey.

“Am I going to like this?” They questioned, pulling back slightly. Jughead sighed, looking around the room.

“No, but this is really important, you always help with the murder board, and this is something that’s going to benefit that.” (Y/N) thought for a moment, before deciding, whatever it is, may as well be worth a try.

“Okay, but nothing illegal.” They jokingly warned, but Jughead knew there was some seriousness behind their tone. Jughead embraced (Y/N) tightly, their head resting in the crook of his neck.

“No promises.” He whispered, causing a chuckle to escape (Y/N)’s throat.

“Come on, we have a memorial to go to.” They smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the door.

narry is such an under-appreciated ship….

  • “everything we do!”
  • “that was for you! that was for you!”
  • where do broken hearts go being niall’s favourite 1d song
  • fetus harry going to mullingar
  • niall breaking a record for most amount of shots in a certain amount of time because harry dared him to
  • “i think he looks handsome, very handsome.” - harry about niall wearing glasses
  • high-fives turning into hand holding
  • “who was the last person you had sex with?”
  • niall kissing harry’s cheek under the mistletoe
  • ^ harry’s look of awed surprise
  • harry saying niall was the best kisser out of the band, eyes going wide straight after
  • “big spoon.” “little spoon… we fit!”
  • harry’s many attempts to grab niall’s crotch throughout the years
  • niall tucking his head into harry’s neck every time they hug
  • golfing dates
  • niall: “sitting in the garden!” harry: “i’m in the bushes.”
  • reenacting ghost during narry hour on 1d day
  • harry always trying to tickle niall…. but quietly
  • “i’d do niall.”
  • niall loving the pink album
  • “the laughs we have!” “between me and you…”
  • niall cackling at basically everything harry says and does
  • “harry just told me i look like a wall street banker.” “a good one! a good one, though.”
  • being in their own world during the 1d four hangout
  • “he [niall] looks good coming out of the ocean.”
  • harry telling niall to take off his shirt during a gig
  • “don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”
  • niall saying harry can do 105 press-ups
  • harry buying niall’s favourite item of clothing, a vintage the eagles top
  • niall using harry’s toothbrush on tour
Sense8 Season 2 Poster Analysis:

First, I’m going to do a technical summary about the new season 2 poster, listing important details for you to understand, “the psychological analysis”.

Clarification: I am a qualified graphics designer.

The poster has a lot of details that are very important, and there are themes that are present throughout the design: For instance: There is a variation between gradients and lights - The objective: complexity vs minimalist.

Sense8’s Poster has a degraded background which is blue-white-grey and it also has warm and cold lighting. This lighting stands out in specific points, creating luminance & contrast.

Rule of Thirds: The poster is divided exactly in this way:

Here we can see six imaginary lines. These lines show us important details at the crossing points. Our brain sees the poster from left to right and from top to bottom.

First point (left up): Will’s face.

Second point (right down): Capheus’s body.

Third point (left up): Kala’s body.

Fourth point (right down): Building - This point doesn’t seem to matter

Instead, the lines make us to read the poster this way:

Vertical left line: Sun - Will - Titles

Vertical right line: Kalagang - Cities

Horizontal up line: Will (again) - Lito

Horizontal down line: Riley

Also, like I said, we read the poster from left-up to right-down. Like this:

It redirects our mind with the different directions of the character’s faces.

Sun looks towards the opposite side of our view: from right to left. Some asiatic countries read this way.

Wolfgang + Kala: Their direction is the opposite as Sun’s, and they are the only ones who are shown together in the same shot. This could be telling us that they will be going down the same road, like a journey together.

Will + Lito: Both of them are looking towards the front. This could be telling us that they are going to advance a lot when it comes to their individual plots & story lines.

Capheus: He is looking in the same direction as Sun, towards the left. Sincerely, I don’t like this because it looks as though he turns his back on Riley and Nomi. Capheus faces the opposite side, but not like Sun. You can tell that she is looking towards the front, but he is looking down, and he looks worried. I DON’T LIKE THIS.

But if I don’t like Capheus’ position, I hate Nomi’s. It is horrible. First, she doesn’t even fall on an important line. She is looking far right and it seems she is a bit isolated from the rest.

Psychological Sensory (Three blocks):

Orange: Serious and decisive looks towards a certain point represent a goal.

Purple: Lost and serious looks, with an open mouth - something to say perhaps?

Green: You can calm down. Relax - happiness.

Lastly, love in the Cluster:

Pink: They are distant. I don’t know if that’s a good sign or not (they always try to fool us or throw us off). I have the sensation that this is for a particular reason though. Maybe Riley and Will will be separated in a physical way this season. Also, I would like to put an emphasis on Will. He appears bigger, while Riley has more of her body in the poster. All of this equilibrates the couple.

Blue: Togetherness. The opposite to Blueski, who is an important part of the poster. Both are in different places and this separates them. But Kala+Wolfgang are together. Are they trying to telling us that Kalagang is going to be physically together this season? I want to believe that this is true, and my instincts tell me I am right - I’m crazy, sorry.

Other objects in the poster:

The buildings from each country tell us that they are united as a cluster, and that they are all connected through the same line.

“Sobreviviendo. Juntos” or “Survive. Together” is the definition of the season - The trailer says the same kind of message.

In big letters we have “SENSE8”, although it is in the corner of the poster, which grabs less attention - for me, this is an error - It would have been preferable in the upper corner. Until now I haven’t read the date - May 5th - because it is so small. This is a problem.

Lighting: This caught my attention. The poster has a warm stroke across it. Kalagang and Lito+Nomi are highlighted. This light is a way to create unity and bring attention to certain points.

Conclusion:

It’s a very different poster if we compare it to the poster from season 1 - The 8 unrecognizable faces - But in this case, they show us the 8 sensates with a different attitude, unity… For me, the characters that are less prominent in the poster are Nomi and Capheus. Lito is in the center and he look like a boss - I like it - But the main point of the poster is Will, he is graphically tagged. Although our hearts say “Oh Kalagang, OMG!”, our brain says: “Why do you look so serious Will?”. There are a lot of conflicting moods coming from all 8 of them. Sun is a big point too - Look at her size - And all of this is in the trailer as well; Will and Sun are the point of attention while Kalagang is shown very little and the others are just there somehow.

For me the poster is beautiful, it’s beautifully composed - there are always some mistakes, especially through the eyes of another (it’s all perspective) - I think that they don’t tell us so much, but at the same time they tell us many things - just like the trailer. They gave us a basic idea of season without leaving us with much more than the obvious.

Thank u @ww-n-double-d for making my English better, you are gold!

I hope you enjoy the analysis and I hope to hear your opinions about it!

princess [draco malfoy]

request: nonexistent! this was directly out of my mind (’:

word count: ~3700

a/n: good jesus christ this one took far too long to write. this is my first post of the blog, though, so color me excited for what’s to come! also i’m so tired. this has drained my energy for some reason. ugh. please do request though i have nothing to write and my ideas sort of go everywhere when i don’t have a solid idea in mind! thanks for reading! <3

summary: in which a sarcastic comment has draco calling you “princess”. he’s also kind of an ass. a very attractive, rude ass. (contains swearing ofc)

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Dinner with my Kitten

“Kitten, I’m home!”, I say as I walk into the house. I know she is around, we were supposed to go out for dinner. “Daddy!” she says as comes down the stairs to give me a hug. I love the way she wraps her arms around me to give me a big hug, her body pressing into mine. “How was your day kitten? Did you have a good time at work?” I ask, knowing she likes to tell me all that she has done through the day, even though she holds a senior position at her company. She gives me  her daily update, while I look at her appreciatively. She is still wearing the clothes I picked out for her this morning, and she looks mighty fine in them!

Tonight is date night, and I was planning on keeping us out late, so I asked her if she has gone pee-pee yet. She blushes, and says not yet. “Good girl kitten, we are going to have a long night out! I would like you to wear your cute pink top, and your short black skirt. I would like my girl to be good and hold it, but its going to be a long night, so would you like me to put a diaper on you?” She blushes again, replying “I am a big girl Daddy, I can hold it!” I smile, realizing that this evening is going to be fun!

I let her take her clothes out of her closet, and then I undress her slowly. I love taking the clothes of her body, watching her skin reveal itself. I put a fresh pair of panties on her, my hands tracing her hips. I don’t like her wearing a bra, so I pull her top on, playfully pulling her nipples while she squeals. I enjoy the tips of her nipples poking out of her shirt, tempting, but mine. I put her skirt on, asking her again if she wants a diaper. She refuses, saying she does not need to pee, and will be fine till after dinner.

We head out for dinner, and as I drive, I steal glances over at my kitten. I like looking at her legs, smooth and bare, extending out from under her skirt and going on forever. I brush my hand against knee, watching her smile her cute smile at me, knowing she is mine.

We get to our restaurant, and have a wait for our table. We buy a couple of drinks at the bar, and settle in. As I talk to her, I see her a get a little fidgety, but I ignore it. I know the evening has just begun. As I sit next to her at the bar, I tease her, and play with her hair, knowing she likes it. I love sitting next her, my knee against her thigh, contact so fleeting, yet so intimate. She leans into me, letting me hold her like the kitten that she is, and my hand ever so gently brushes the front of her top. I feel her nipples stiffen, and she notices me staring, giggling softly.

I watch as she crosses her legs, and I know her bladder is getting full. She is trying to be a big girl and not complain about it, but I know the signs, and I wait patiently. “May I go pee-pee Daddy? I really have to go!” she asks, eyes lowered, midway through her second drink. “No kitten, remember, you said you would be able to hold it like a big girl!” I reply, stroking her back. At that moment our waitress comes to the bar and tells us our table is ready.

I had requested a booth, and I made sure to sit next to her, just to be close to her. I loved the smell of her body so close to mine, it was something that could turn me on blindfolded. As we sit down, she slips a hand between her legs, wanting to help herself hold, but I reach down and gently move her hand back onto the table. “Now, now, kitten, be a big girl. Remember the only person you are allowed to hold when you are outside is Daddy.” She smiles and reaches over under the table and squeezes me. Her touch causes me to inhale sharply, as I react immediately, swelling in her hand. She giggles again, squeezes me harder, and puts her hand back on the table.

I gently reach around and squeeze her, and I feel her thighs press together as she tries to hold her pee in. “Daddy, I really have to go, its very bad” she says, but I remind her that we just about to start dinner, and she needs to wait. She pouts, but listens to me and tries to carry on with our conversation normally. I can see her legs bounce, and I can help but be turned on even more by her predicament. I drag my fingers up her inner thigh, making her jump. “Don’t do that Daddy, I really have to pee, and you will make me pee my panties!” she complains. I smile and remind her that I told her to wear a diaper, and as she refused, so she needs to be able to hold it.

As we start to eat, her fidgeting starts to get worse, and she suddenly reaches down and grabs herself. “Daddy, I am about to leak, I am sorry!” she says, looking into my eyes. I smile, and pull her to me, my hand encircling her waist, and replacing her hand on her pussy. “Daddy loves you very much kitten, and nothing will change that, you know that, right?” I ask, as I gently squeeze. She nods, trying her best to hold on, but I feel her struggling.  

I pull her closer, wanting to put her on my lap and cradle her. “Its alright kitten, Daddy’s here” I whisper, my hand pushing against her bladder. I hear a small moan escape her lips, and feel her warm pee start to escape her. “I am so sorry Daddy” she says. I press harder, smiling, and I feel a second squirt hit my hand. I start to rub her pussy through her wet panties, hiding it the best I can from everyone else. She quickly covers her face with hands, because she knows anyone who looks at her will know what is happening. I listen to her breath quicken, and she drops one hand to slow me down.

“Please Daddy, I will cum, please stop” she begs. “If I cum I will pee myself, and won’t be able to stop!” I move her hand over to my lap, and she automatically grabs hold of me through my pants and starts to squeeze. Knowing she is so close to letting go has made me very sensitive. I keep going, pushing her to the edge. “Please Daddy, please!” she whimpers, but as I push, she goes over the edge. I feel her body go rigid and she starts to squeeze me faster and faster. I feel the first squirt of pee, and know she is losing control. As the stream intensifies, she grips me tight and I start to cum. I quickly kiss her to hide my orgasm as I squirt into my pants feeling her pee flow into my hands. She empties her bladder as I finish, and we both look at each other and smile. I quickly drop the cash for our meal on the table, and we leave, her wet skirt clinging to her butt, me wet at the front, and the two of us feeling ecstatic!

~ Jungkook being bummed out cause he has no one to go bowling with

~ Jungkook begging Jimin to come play with him

~ Jimin refuses at first cause he doesn’t want Jungkook to embarrass him

~ Jimin finally gives in cause Kookie resorts to The Puppy Eyes™

~ Jikook looking cute in their matching bowling shoes

~ Jimin is really impressed by how good Jungkook is even though he’s only been practicing for a little while

~ Kookie dying laughing cause Jimin looking lost and smol with a pink ball in his hands is the absolute cutest thing he’s ever seen

~ CLICHE AF BUT INEVITABLE ‘here let me teach you how to bowl’ SCENE

~ Kookie standing right behind Jimin, arms around him and holding his wrists, coaching him in whispers

~ Jimin knows Jungkook is speaking coherent Korean to him, but he might as well be speaking English because Jimin c a n n o t pay attention with Jungkook’s breath on the back of his neck

~ sTOP thinking dirty thoughts Jimin!

~ Kookie pulls back and squeezes Jimin’s hips in reassurance

~ Jimin improves every time he goes and Kookie cheers for him each time

~ First time Jimin gets a strike he jumps into the air and Kookie can’t stop smiling cause he’s adorable 

~ Kookie jumps up and bear hugs Jimin in celebration

~ They both leave happy and with ice cream cones

I haven’t titled this yet, but here’s a preview. Feedback is much appreciated :) 

As much as he was used to this ritual you had of never keeping your hands off him the first twenty-four hours he was gone away from anywhere, and as much as he knew that you wanted to absolutely devour him even before he got into your arms once he climbed down the stairs of his jet, he was never fully used to it.

           It always left a bubble in his tummy, a tiny nervous bubble he only gets before shows or when he knows he must leave you for a long period of time. But this was a good nervous, the kind of nervous that always raised the question, ‘what has she got in store this time?’

           He heard the back-door creak open, a smile played on the corners of his lips as he looked out into his backyard over the patio in his two-story home, knowing full and well your arms would be around him soon. He stood still, his ears perked up when your footprints came closer on the wood, wine glass in his hand, taking a swig of the blood red liquid, smirking when he could smell your shampoo.

           You had just gotten out of the shower, following a massive dinner he had made, and then proceeded to have you as dessert, right there on the table. Your hands roamed up his massive back, one hand trailing over his shoulder to grip his chest, while the other wrapped around his tummy. Trapped in a hug from the back, you kissed the freckle right between his shoulder blades.

           “Mmm,” you hummed and took a big breath of his skin, the hand on his tummy trailing down to his happy trail, scratching at the hair. He took in a sharp breath as your fingers danced softly on his skin.

           Before you knew it, he had turned to face you, holding you around the waist.

           “Easssy, tiger,” he kissed your forehead. You pouted in protest and he smiled, setting his wine glass down on the ledge behind him, standing to his feet.

           “I can’t help it”, you started placing wet kisses on his chest, scratching your nails up his back. Your kisses kept dropping lower, your leg jut out behind you and you were about to get on your knees when he grabbed your elbow and pulled you back to your feet. Another pout adorned your lips and he full out laughed this time, kissing your lips.

           “Needy girl, are you?” he was still smiling softly, biting his lip, “not out here, baby,” he lovingly pulled you into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. His back hit the door and you wasted no time pressing more kisses to his chest as you heard an ‘oof’ leave his chest from your gentle push, un-wrapping the tie of your robe, kissing the spot right under his neck, your hands dancing on the waistband of his sweats.

           “Slow down, slow down,” he giggled a bit between your kisses to his nose and his mouth, both of your hands gripping his bum under his pants, “M’right here, not goin’ anywhere for a little while,” he assured you, but you didn’t care. He was yours, and yours to worship, and you were planning on doing that. Every second you got.

           “I have a surprise,” you finally mumbled out on his neck, squeezing his ass.

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yoi thing where every time victuuri do the diddly doo makkachin starts scratching the door and whimpering because he thinks victor is hurting yuuri from the Noises™ ... a good doggo

“Victor,” Yuuri moans, hands gripping the bedsheets.

Victor tangles one hand in Yuuri’s hair and keeps the other firmly on his hip, holding him in place. He leans forward and kisses his way down the back of his neck and then his shoulder, nipping on the blade. Yuuri groans again, burying his face in the pillow to try and muffle his noises. “Yuuri, I–”

There’s a whimpering and scratching from outside of the door.

Victor stills, slightly, and Yuuri moans again, shifting his hips backwards. “Don’t stop.”

“Makka cried,” Victor explains, and squeezes Yuuri’s hip. Reluctantly, he pulls out, and Yuuri whimpers, entire body shuddering at the loss. “Hang on.”

“Makkachin is crying?” Yuuri asks, paying more attention now that the words have set in. “Is he okay?”

Victor pulls on boxers, wincing as he does so, and then swings open the door. “Makka?”

Makkachin leaps onto the bed, lands on top of Yuuri and starts licking his face. “Makkachin!” Yuuri yelps, scrambling to cover himself with the bedsheets. “Makka, now isn’t… Now isn’t a good time…”

“I think he was worried about you,” Victor sighs, petting his dog on the head. “What with all of the noises you were making.” At that, Victor grins, and Yuuri laughs, cheeks tinted pink.

“He came to protect me from you,” Yuuri jokes. “Good boy. But can we please continue where we left off?”

“Shoo, Makka, we’ll come play with you in a minute, I promise. You’ve got your new toy in the kitchen, don’t you? Your new distraction?”

Makkachin looks unimpressed. He’s still watching Yuuri, tilting his head to the side with confusion. As though trying to confirm whether or not he’s okay. “I’m fine, Makka,” Yuuri promises. “Your papa was just… Um…” He glances at Victor, desperate for help.

“We were playing, like how you play with your toys,” Victor promises, then gestures for Makkachin to get down from the bed. The dog does so, still unconvinced. “Now we need to… Finish playing. Please.

He doesn’t leave the room. Victor buries his face in his hands. Yuuri gives Makkachin a pleading look. “Makka… Go see your toy. I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

Eventually, Makkachin obeys, but two minutes later there’s more scratching on the door – this time, though, Makkachin thinks Victor is in pain.

Of Tiger Diamonds & Dripping Gold (M)

word count: 7.1k

genre: smut; slumlord/pimp! au + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

warning(s): mentions and depictions of murder, blood, drugs, prostitution, slurs, very rough sex and all else that comes along with being a pimp/slumlord. please don’t read if this or anything along these lines bothers you, thank you.

a/n: there are several warnings with this fic, it is drastically different than my usual writings and therefore i feel as if i should warn readers before hand so please make sure to read them before reading the fic.  

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Fluff PROMPT: Mulder and pregnant Scully have a bath together after a long day. I love your writing!!! ❤️❤️

Dear perfect, lovely anon. Your fluff prompt kept me sane today when I drove through Ireland (insanely beautiful country, but roads not suitable for my currently slightly damaged car). So, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU. I hope you like this cause I didn’t read the ‘after a long day’ and this happened. Oops.

For some reason Mulder is five minutes early. Of course he knows why he is early if he thinks about it (he tries not to think about it, but how can he not). The reason he is early, no matter the minutes, is that his apartment feels lonely, empty even. The only place he feels like himself, where he feels like he still belongs, is at Scully’s place. Luckily, either because of her pregnancy or simply because she really does like him, too, Scully is fine with him coming over every day. Every single day. Just the other day Mulder thought she’d mumbled a ‘stay the night’ when he tucked her in. But she’d hardly been awake and no matter how long he stared at her sleeping form, she didn’t repeat it. So he left. He leaves every night only to return again the next day. Like a stray puppy. Except for that one day when he had a doctor’s appointment and she insisted that she come with him and they spent the morning together anyway. So if he thinks about it (he really shouldn’t), it’s not a surprise he’s early.

These days Mulder has more than enough time to lose himself in thoughts while he waits for Scully to open the door. At 8 months pregnant, she no longer walks, she waddles. Though that is something he keeps to himself. Whenever someone stares at her strange walk he shoots them a dirty look. It’s the least he can do, he figures, having missed so much already. Not that they ever talk about it. If they talk about the baby it’s just that: the baby. Scully turns pink whenever she calls it her baby and neither of them has dared to call it their child yet. It’s been 8 months and it seems too sudden. At least Mulder can claim to have been dead for a great part of the pregnancy. That’s another thought he keeps to himself, though. Whether they talk about it or not, he’s here for her and the baby. The baby. His, hers or maybe even theirs.

Mulder contemplates using his key. It’s been minutes (or at least it feels like minutes) and Scully still hasn’t opened the door. If she gets angry, he thinks, he can always argue that something could have been wrong. If he’s honest, though, he doesn’t want to use the key. Unless Scully tells him to. Even when they were dating, or whatever they had been doing before he was abducted, he hardly ever used the key to her apartment.

“Hi.” Scully opens the door before he can finish his thought and Mulder is so taken aback by her attire that he forgets words altogether. Not that he’s never seen her in her underwear before (hey, he’s even seen her without it), but that was Before.

“Mulder? Can you come in? I’d rather not have my neighbors see me like this.” He walks in behind her and closes the door. Her hair is up in a messy bun and the tank top she’s wearing is sticking to her back.

“Is everything all right, Scully? How are you feeling?” She turns to him and he is certain he’s never seen her like this; her face is flushed as if she’s run a marathon and her eyes look exhausted. He hasn’t told her, because again, he isn’t sure he’s allowed, but this pregnancy looks good on her. Today, though, it really, really doesn’t.

“It’s so hot, Mulder. I can't… I don’t know what to do. My mother took me to the market this morning and I guess it was too much.”

“Oh.” It’s not a clever remark but he’s miffed no one told him about the market. He could have gone with them,

“Did we want to do anything today? I can’t remember. It’s too warm to think, Mulder.” She sits down on the couch where a fan is oscillating into her direction. She moans softly and Mulder bites his tongue as his cock twitches inside his jeans. Definitely not the time.

“No, we uhm, didn’t have any plans.”

“That’s good.” She sighs closing her eyes. Mulder wonders if he should do something, say something or maybe even just sit down. Looking at her pink face, he gets an idea. A brilliant idea.

“I know what we can do, though.” Scully opens one eye, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Do I have to move? Because I think I’d rather not.”

“You do have to move, but you’re going to love it.” Scully opens the second eye and gives him The Eyebrow.

“Mulder…”

“That’s not-”, Mulder swallows and his face takes on the same color as hers, though for completely different reasons, “Scully, I wouldn’t – I mean. That’s not what I had in mind,” it’s only half a lie after all, “how about a nice bath?”

“I’m not allowed to take hot baths.”

“I know that,” she glances at him; them not talking about things includes him not telling her that he’s read the pregnancy books. All of them, “I was thinking a nice, cool bath so you can relax and you know, cool down a bit.”

“That does sound nice. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I might need some help getting in the tub.” She refuses to look at him so Mulder kneels in front of her, one hand on her knee, the other under her chin. There are tears shimmering in her eyes, as there are so often these days, and he is prepared to wipe them away should any of them fall.

“That’s not a problem, Scully. Not at all.”

The moan Scully lets out once she slips into the tub sounds like ecstasy and Mulder needs to remind himself to keep a clear head. His little head refuses to listen, but Mulder concentrates on the happiness on Scully’s face as he kneels down next to the bathtub. The water is lukewarm (and remind Mulder of pee, but he’s not going to tell her) and covers half of her belly.

“That’s nice. That was a good idea you had, Mulder.” Her eyes close but she cups his cheek in her hand for a short moment and he leans into her touch. The whole bathroom smells like her cocoa butter bubble bath.

“You smell so good.” He can’t control his voice, or his thoughts. Neither can he control his actions; he kisses her naked shoulder before he gently bites into it. Scully gasps and stares at him open-mouthed.

“You taste good, too.” Mulder smiles at her, genuinely happy for once.

“Mulder, can I ask something else?” Here it comes, he thinks, as the water softly splashes against the porcelain. Scully turns to him and he forces himself to look into her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Get in here.”

“What?” He can’t help but laugh.

“Get in here.” Scully repeats and grabs at his t-shirt.

“Scully, the tub is not…”

“You think I’m too big, don’t you?”

“No! You look perfect, Scully.”

“You mean fat.” She is pouting and her nails dig into his shirt.

“No, I don’t mean that at all. You look so beautiful, Scully. You’re carrying our, I mean my, I mean your – the baby and you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

“The first one, Mulder.”

“Hm?” He looks at her and somehow he is defenseless now and she manages to get the t-shirt bunched around his throat so that the only reasonable thing he can do it to take it off all the way.

“Our baby,” she tells him, slightly scratching his now bare chest and this time it’s time it’s him who moans, “I’m carrying our baby.” He nods, swallows hard. “Now get in here.” Scully demands and hasn’t he been waiting for clear, explicit orders? Here he goes. Mulder takes off the rest of his clothes quickly, Scully watching him curiously, and finally he’s naked.

“Where do I…” he wonders out loud and Scully scoots forward so he can fit behind her.

“This is even better.” She sighs when he’s settled in the tub and she can lean against him. She feels warm against his chest, almost hot, and he wonders if them sharing heat isn’t counterproductive. He’s not going to complain, though. Mulder is uncertain where to put his hands and one of them brushes her breast. Scully hisses.

“Sorry.”

“They’re just sensitive.” She takes his hands and puts them on her stomach where the baby kicks.

“Wow.”

“I think the baby agrees with your bath idea.” She chuckles, gently stroking her belly, her fingers brushing Mulder’s hand.

“Smart baby.”

“Wonder where he gets that from.”

“He? We- You’re having a boy?” Mulder thinks he doesn’t care either way, but so far she hasn’t mentioned the gender of the baby and suddenly he can’t wait to find out. They should really start communicating, he thinks.

“We, Mulder,” Scully reminds him, putting her hand over his, “are having a baby.”

“Yes… we are. But you’re not telling me?”

“I’m not telling you.” He buries his nose in her neck and she giggles when he starts nuzzling her.  

“You want to be surprised, Mulder. I know you do.” He doesn’t answer her knowing she’s right. Instead he leaves tiny kisses all over her neck; he lingers a moment longer where the chip is hidden inside and then moves on. She’s moaning again, but he can’t stop. Maybe, he thinks, if he keeps doing this, she’ll ask him to do more than kiss her soon. And maybe, if he’s really lucky, she’ll even ask him to stay again.

a dire predicament

an: inspired by the bts of colin’s big number, and encouraged by @this-too-too-sullied-flesh and @gentlesleaze. Those fucking sweatpants, man.


She can’t stop laughing. Years of loss and loneliness, distrust, curses, death, pain and heartache. Being separated by realms, and temporarily defeated by foes - all the things they’ve been through, and as she stares up at the rooftop of her home, Killian looks as though this is the most difficult bind he’s ever gotten himself into.

He’s not…necessarily wrong.

She’d left her Poptarts behind at the store when she’d felt the tingling of her security charm at work, and had poofed herself back to the house fully prepared for battle with whatever idiot thought it was a good idea to mess with the Savior, and had instead been very confused to find no signs of an intrusion on the house, only the newspaper still sitting on the front lawn. Killian was usually up by now, reading through it like some old-timey gent, sipping his coffee while he flipped through the pages, like there was anything in there Leroy hadn’t already exclaimed in the streets for all to hear.

Her favorite part of the morning was distracting him enough to put the newspaper down and focus all his attention on her.

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LITERAL CHASERS [SIRIUS BLACK]

request: “58&82 from the list with young sirius black x reader? your stories are totally awesome, I love this blog❤” — by @girllfromslytherin

a/n: aww thank you, lovely! hope you’ll fancy this imagine i did for you :-)

58. “Hey, it ain’t my fault I’m so attractive.”
82. “Pull me closer.”

Masterlist + Request here! 

    “I don’t like it. Not one bit.” You murmured to Remus as he, you, and Peter sit down on one of the benches facing the Quidditch Pitch.

     From where you were at, you could see James and Sirius laughing with two girls, broomsticks on their hands while they would flirtatiously flip their hair behind their shoulders. You knew those girls as James’ teammates in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and it was obvious that they were ogling at Sirius who was with his best friend as well.

     Oh, and did you forget to mention that Sirius Black was your boyfriend?

     "Well, they are pretty girls …“ Peter had spoken beside you, making you look at him and glare.

     "That didn’t really help, Wormtail.” Remus also looked sideways to speak to him. “Y/N here is clearly jealous.”

     You raised your hands up in what seemed like surrender. “Why wouldn’t I?” you demanded, focusing your attention back at clear field to see the other girl place a hand on Sirius’ arm, in which he took a step back subtly to let the hand drop in midair.

     As if sensing that you were gazing at them disapprovingly, Sirius finally decided to search the benches and a smile automatically made its way to his face when he saw you, waving a hand as if to say to go where they were standing.

     "I think he means you.“ said Remus, nudging you with his elbow.

     You rolled your eyes and got out of your seat, jogging shortly forward to greet James and Sirius whom were the reasons why you were there to begin with, the former asking his closes friends to watch him play and wait for him before coming back to the common room all together.

     Sirius beamed when you got there, holding out his arm for you.

     It was obvious from the girls’ looks that they didn’t expect Sirius to have a girlfriend, and were rather shocked when you accepted his offer, the young handsome boy placing a soft kiss on your cheek upon your arrival.

      James smiled at you. "This is Y/N, by the way.” he gestured to you. “Y/N, these are Ruth and Helen, they are two of the Chasers from our Quidditch team.”

     "Pleasure is all mine.“ you forced a smile to your face.

      Ruth analyzed you from head to toe. "Er — are you Sirius’ girlfriend?” you could feel the resentment on her tone as she asked.

     You narrowed your eyes ever so slightly. “Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?”

     "Oh, not at all.“ said Ruth with a sudden sweet voice.

     Sirius smirked abruptly and when you saw it, you raised an eyebrow in question.

     He glanced at the two girls once again, now both speaking to James about the team’s strategies and opponent, before he leaned down to whisper on your ear so that only you could listen to what he was going to say.

     "You don’t need to be jealous, love. You know there’s only you.” said Sirius, placing yet another sweet kiss on your temple.

     You grinned upon his statement, knowing the effects his charm had on you.

     "I better be, Padfoot, or you’re dead.“

     He laughed. ”Hey, it ain’t my fault I’m so attractive.“

     With that statement, you also laughed and pulled away for a minute to look at him properly.

     Sometimes it still amazed you how you managed to get such a handsome boyfriend. He wasn’t just all looks too, he was good at his classes and was even an Animagus, something that was hard to attain and yet he had done it along with James and Peter.

      Sirius noticed your stare and grinned, wrapping his arm around you yet again.

      "Sickle for your thoughts?”

      “Just admiring my perfect man.” you admitted, pink etching on your cheeks as you didn’t try to hide the fact that you were practically crazy for him.

      He was pleased to hear that. “Hmm, you seem to be doing that a lot lately.” he teased which made you punch him on the arm.

      Without warning though, Sirius kissed your lips, catching you off guard. You could hear Ruth and Helen let out shocked gasps, much to your amusement, and you held onto his neck to keep him in place. You felt him smirk against your mouth when you did so before lifting you up.

      “Ugh, get a room, will you?” Helen couldn’t help but say as Sirius places you back down quickly, the two of you laughing.

     Sirius sensed her annoyance.

     "Y/N, pull me closer, would you?“ he hugged you from the side as if to prove he didn’t give a damn about what they were going to say.

     James understood too and it didn’t take him long enough to start snickering with Sirius, Ruth and Helen wrinkling their foreheads in anger that led to them stomping away.

     "Ruth, Helen, wait up!” yelled James, running after them though not before sending you guys a wink and apologetic smile.

     You stared at their fading figure, unaware that Sirius was gazing at you lovingly from beside you. When you looked up at him, he gradually flickered his attention to something else, and you chuckled.

     "Hey, it ain’t my fault I’m so attractive.“ you copied his line from earlier.

     Sirius snorted. "Come on, Remus and Peter are waiting for us.”

     "Yes, sir.“ you mocked, swinging your arm towards him so that you held onto his torso while he placed an arm around your shoulder, the both of you walking funnily then back to the benches.

uncommon alliances [draco malfoy]

request:  “ wowowow ive only read one of things youve written (idk if youve written more but still) and i already love your writing, since you taking requests, can you do something with the reader being rons twin sister and draco is interested™ in her and pansy is like wingwoman as fuck, but not to draco, to the reader, like theyre lowkey friends, you can take it where ever after those things tho.. thank you ❤️” - @reading-vs-reality

word count: ~1800

a/n: awww, thanks!! sorry this was sitting in my inbox for so long! i got a lil carried away with the “reader is ron’s twin” part and wrote tons (like 5000 words worth) of domestic relationship building between reader, ron, hermione, harry and ginny / the background between pansy and reader’s friendship. it might be posted later if i feel like it, but for now, this is what you got! thanks for reading and sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!

summary: sitting around a table in hogsmeade is the best place to find out secrets. also, reverse psychology ALWAYS works on a slytherin.

part zero

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Smooth - Johnny [6] (M)

•Suggestion: Virgin reader x Johnny

A/N: Omg guys it’s finally here, the last chapter of Smooth! Ahhhhh I’m sorry it took so long. I needed a little break to try to make this last chapter gooood. I hope you guys like it. I’m actually like rlly sad that it’s over ;-; mehh

-Admin Kay

PS OMG ALSO THANKS FOR 5K!!! 🎉You guys are the best 💕

Pt 1   Pt 2   Pt 3   Pt 4   Pt 5

Chapter 6 - I Love You

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Rating R

(sexual content, slight language)

Word Count: 3,352

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au where a few students go on a 2 weeks trip and the teacher makes even, isak, jonas and mikael share a room, and its a mess bc isak and even both develop crushes on each other like, immediately, but isak thinks mikael is evens boyfriend and even thinks jonas is isaks boyfriend but they always make eyecontact that lasts at least 5 seconds before they look away feeling guilty and one day isak walks in the room when even is struggling with his tie bc of this thing they have to attend and even sighs frustrated like “can u please help” and isak is a little hesitant but ends up in front of even anyway,tying his tie with shaky hands and breath and evens like “good thing your boyfriend can count on you when it comes to tying ties” and isak looks at him, which he kind of regrets bc even is so close and his lips look too inviting and pink, “my boyfriend?” and even frowns “yeah? jonas?” and isak snorts,his hands still on evens tie even though he finished, and it takes a few seconds to realise even was being serious,he really did think he was dating jonas and then he’s like “jesus christ no he’s not my boyfriend” and even laughs confused yet relieved but they leave the room with isak still thinking mikael and even are a thing so the next day at breakfast when isak pulls away when even reaches for the butter and touches isaks hand on the way ,even thinks isak doesn’t feel the same. then one night,dark in the room there’s some bed squeaking and jonas is like “dude,im still awake,stop shagging even” and mikael laughs like “nobody’s shagging anyone, why would i be shagging even” and isak moves his head so he can hear them better and jonas goes “he’s your boyfriend?” (bc isak might have whined about how unfair the universe is for putting even in the same room as him but with his boyfriend (”are you sure mikael is his bf” “yes or else i wouldve gone for it” which actually is a lie but.)) and evens like “holy shit ,im not” and isaks heart starts beating against his chest so hard and loud he’s afraid they could hear and for like 10 minutes they talk about how they thought the other two were dating (even might have whined to mikael about “isak and his cool boyfriend jonas” too). and from the next morning, even is sure isaks gaze lingers on him 2 seconds longer than usual and the butter is always on his side, even having to reach for it, arms touching each time but isaks not pulling back anymore ,not even when its 2 days later and even is leaning in to kiss isak for the first time under a lamppost at night 

potions partners (draco x reader)

in which draco is a little shit and both of you are a wee bit oblivious to emotions

Word Count: 5,098

Request: “Could you do an imagine where Draco’s crushing on a Gryffindor and does everything he can to be partnered with her and stuff to show his affection?” // @dolphindewott

Warnings: cussing and sexually explicit language

A/N: i actually went so overboard with this, im sorry to anyone who reads this super extra 5k word thing

Originally posted by owlswithfins

Your name: submit

Your surname: submit What is this?

You’d only given in because you were, unfortunately, alone.

Potions class with Slytherin was the one part of the week you always dreaded. It was one thing to be stuck in a room for an hour with a bunch of Slytherins, but a whole other thing to be stuck in a room for an hour with a bunch of Slytherins and an odd number of fifth year Gryffindors. As a result, you were forced to partner with a random Slytherin in almost every lesson.

And today, it was Draco fucking Malfoy.

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