your delicious mouth

Bucky’s Idea

Hey guys! Here’s another oneshot for you. I wrote this when I was really mad one day and it actually made me feel a whole lot better! Lesson learned, when upset write some Bucky fluff. I hope you guys enjoy, I really like this one. Happy Saturday!

Warnings: angry reader that turns into crazy fluff

Note: The reader has powers similar to Wanda’s, kind of a telekenesis that you’re still learning to use. 

Originally posted by rohgers

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

Steve, Bucky and Sam were in the corner of the gym, filling their water bottles, their foreheads dripping with sweat and their tinted cheeks warm from their workout. Their chests were still rising and falling more rapidly than usual as they joked with each other and set up plans for later that night.

The endorphins running through their systems had them on cloud nine. You, however, felt the opposite.

You hadn’t even bothered to change your clothes before blasting into the gym and hoofing it over to the punching bags that were hanging from the ceiling, waiting for you to take everything out on them.

But Steve got in your way.

“Hey, (Y/N), what-”

“I’ll fix it Steve!” you snapped, making him back off. 

He crawled back over to the corner and took his water bottle from Bucky who had been holding it for him. You didn’t miss Bucky’s wide, slightly fearful eyes.

You pulled your sweatshirt over your head and threw it on the floor, your agitated powers making slide further away than you planned. Left in your leggings and thin tank top, you started throwing punches into the bag in front of you, making it sway back and forth. Even it was afraid of you today.

She did that? Tony’s pissed about that.” Sam whispered. 

“Her powers are linked to her emotions. She’s… having a rough day.” Steve tried to defend you.

“Seems like more than just a rough day. Did you see what she did to that-” Steve stuck out his hand to quiet him, but you had heard Sam’s mumbling.

“You’re next if you don’t shut up, Sam.”

Sam didn’t dare stick around to see if you’d keep your word. But Steve couldn’t leave you like this.

“Hey, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, try to calm down.”

“This is calming me down,” you sneered with a hard punch.

Bucky’s eyes were snapping from you to Steve like he was watching a ping pong match. 

“Come on, (Y/N),” Steve continued.

“I’m fine, leave me alone.”

“At least wrap your hands.”

“I don’t need it, Steve.”

“Yes you do, here.”

I don’t need it!” You wailed and sent the punch bag across the room, ripping it off its hook with your powers.

Steve stared at the bag in complete astonishment. He’d never seen you use your powers for anything destructive, and he had definitely never seen you yell at anyone. Exasperated, he finally gave up. He stalked out of the room with his hands surrendered in the air with a sharp “Fine.”

You moved to another bag a few feet away and started hitting into it, ignoring the sting on your knuckles from the harsh fabric. You were so engrossed in your abuse, you didn’t notice Bucky quietly standing next to you. After a particularly hard hit, you returned your wrists to your home position in front of your face. You jumped in surprise when he grabbed your right forearm and started folding the black, cotton wrap around your hands. 

“By the time you’re done, your knuckles will be raw,” he mumbled.

Within seconds, he was done and walking out of the gym. A pang of guilt ravaged your gut, you had never snapped at the guys before. You decided to ignore your sinking stomach and continue taking your anger out on the bag, you would apologize later. 

You carried on until you could hardly lift your arms, thankful for the wrap around your knuckles. You couldn’t imagine what your hands would look like if Bucky hadn’t helped you. 

The thought made you smile. You and Bucky weren’t very close, but you still work together, counted on each other out in the field. Though you would never say it out loud, you knew he could read you like a book. The one thing you and him had in common was your stubborn attitude, and he knew how to handle you like no one else on the team did.

Your rambling brain stopped as soon as you jumped in the shower. The hot water soothed your muscles and ran down your skin, leaving streaks in its path. You concentrated on the steam rising in the shower stall and fogging up the glass instead of replaying your awful day in your mind, which you had a habit of doing. 

You stood under the water until it ran cold, and only then did you shut it off and change into your favorite pair of pajamas. They were soft and cozy, the shirt was light and the pants long enough to cover your toes.

As you were running a comb through your tangled, damp hair, your stomach rumbled, begging for some kind of dinner. You sighed, knowing that the guys would be downstairs and this was your chance to apologize for being so rude and downright mean to them in the gym.

The elevator led you to the kitchen and before the doors even opened you smelled the scent of delicious pizza. Your mouth began to water and your tummy growled in anticipation.

You walked into the room and received a loud greeting from the guys who were sprawled out on the couches in front of the television. 

“Hey! There she is!”

“We have pizza!”

“And movies. All the ones you like.”

Sam’s body was taking up the entire couch, his feet hanging off the arm rest and his arms held high in the air. Bucky was sitting in the lounge chair next to him, grinning brightly at you, and Steve got up from the chair across the way and started walking over to you.

“What? What is this?” you couldn’t hide your excitement or your astonishment.

“We’re having a movie night. Only if you want to though.” Steve slung his arm around you and walked you over to the kitchen counter holding boxes of your favorite pizza. 

“We wanted to apologize for being up your butt today at the gym. We just hate seeing our little ray of sunshine upset.” He mussed your damp hair and you scoffed at his teasing. 

Steve, not knowing his own strength, pulled you into a one arm hug that resulted in your head being pushed into his arm pit. As you pushed him away, you felt the sting in your arms from your workout earlier. When your giggles ceased, you became much more serious.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize. I was downright mean today and-”

“(Y/N), shut up and eat your pizza!” Sam yelled from the couch, interrupting you.

Steve handed you a plate from the cupboard. You took it with a smile and sighed. “Okay, okay.” 

You caught Steve before he made to return to his spot in front of the television. “Steve, uh, thanks,” you said quietly. A movie night was just what you needed. 

“Oh, it wasn’t me. This was Bucky’s idea,” he said to you and then turned away and plopped down on the couch, leaving you with a gaping jaw. You caught your pizza slice before it fell on the floor and took a bite, your eyes still wide in surprise.

While Sam was starting up your favorite movie you inhaled your first piece of pizza and hurried to grab another and make it to the couch before the credits started. The familiar music made your heart swell, as did being surrounded by your friends. They were pretty special, you decided.

As the movie went on and the warmth from the pizza fizzed away, you began to feel the chill that was almost always in the tower. You regretted only wearing a thin t-shirt when you felt how cold your skin was. 

Luckily, hanging on the arm rest next to you was a familiar looking dark green hoodie. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I throw this on?” you whispered, earning a scowl from Sam who always hated when someone interrupted his Disney movies.

“Not mine,” he mouthed. Then he pointed to Bucky, telling you it was his.

Your head snapped to the right to find Bucky already looking at you. You weren’t sure how he would feel about you borrowing his clothes, so you stood up and whispered, “I’ll just go get one of mine, be right ba-”

“No, no, just wear mine. It’s okay.” Bucky stuck his hand out to stop you from going anywhere. He grinned and nodded again to tell you he was sure.

You smiled in thanks and plopped down on the couch again, slipping your arms into the over sized sleeves and plunging your head through the hood. You wanted to stay inside, it smelled so good. It didn’t smell like cologne or anything you were familiar with. It just smelled like Bucky, not that you noticed he had a distinct smell before you buried yourself in his sweatshirt. But now that you did, you never wanted to smell anything else. You could even go without the smell of delicious pizza if you could always have the scent of old timey soap and after shave ghosting through your senses. 

However, you tried to be a normal human and when you emerged from the hoodie, you pulled your hair out of the neck and snuggled into the extra fabric that was wrapped around you. You hoped Bucky didn’t noticed how you pulled the sleeves over your hands and brought them up to your face so every inhale was laced with his scent. 

Two movies later, the gang admitted their sleepiness. Sam turned off the TV and you offered to put the pizza away and clean up the kitchen. It was the least you could do, this whole shindig was for you, after all. 

You started putting leftover pizza into plastic baggies as you said goodnight to the guys. Sam ruffled your hair and Steve smoothed your locks back down and kissed your forehead before they both headed upstairs.

You piled the empty boxes on the counter and turned to shut the light off before you finished wiping off the counter. When you turned back, the boxes were gone and Bucky was standing there, sponge in hand. His dark figure made you jump out of your skin and squeal softly. 

“Jeez, Buck, you startled me. I didn’t know you were still down here,” you said with a hand covering your thundering chest. 

“Well, I couldn’t just let you clean all this up by yourself,” he said softly, rinsing off the dirty sponge and setting it on the side of the sink.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room was the buzz of the refrigerator. Your nervous habit of tucking your hair behind your ear struck again, but it made you notice the thick green material covering your fingers.

“Oh, here, thanks for this,” you said as you started taking off his sweatshirt. 

“No, it’s okay, keep it for now, it’s chilly in here. You can give it to me tomorrow,” he rambled.

“Okay. It is really warm, I might just steal it.” You winked.

“It looks good on ya, brings out your pretty eyes.” His surge of confidence quickly melted away as he cleared his throat and continued to babble. “Uh, it’s from the army. That’s why it’s so warm, they don’t make stuff like that anymore.”

You giggled and then hummed in agreement. You looked down at your hands and wrung them together, the sting from the punching bag reminding you about the guilt you still felt from this morning.

“I’m sorry I was such a jerk today. Um, thanks for…” you lifted your sleeve covered hand, “helping me.”

“Hey, we all have our days,” he said, taking your raised hand in his and rolling up the sleeve, showing your red knuckles. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently ran his fingers over the red marks. He shook his head and breathed a laugh out his nose. “You’re stubborn as all hell, ya know that?”

Your eyes lifted from your hands to his smirk. “I’ve been told once or twice.”

He chuckled softly and you thought of what you could say to make him laugh again. It was a wonderful sound. 

He covered your hand with the sleeve and returned it to your side. “Better lay off the punching bags for a few days.”

“Yes, Sergeant.” You said. He chuckled again and the sound made your chest swell.

You knew the conversation was over, but you didn’t want to leave him just yet. You leaned against the kitchen counter and played with your hair once again trying to find the right words to say.

“Steve told me this was your idea,” you said, implying the movie night.

“Punk,” he interjected, making you giggle. 

“Thanks.” You said simply. 

“Ya know, Steve calls you our ‘ray of sunshine,’” he mocked. “But it’s true. We just hate to see you upset. I hate to see you upset.” He admitted quietly.

What came out of his mouth was not what you expected. You didn’t know what to say. So you rose to your toes, placed a hand on his chest and kissed him quickly on the cheek before saying “Goodnight, Bucky,” and turning away.

You took two steps and you were about to enter the hallway when a hand wrapped around your wrist, turned you around, and pulled you into Bucky’s strong body. His lips quickly latched onto yours in a gentle kiss.

His hands cupped both sides of your face while yours settled on his waist. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and wrapped your arms around him and tugged on the back of his shirt. His fingers pushed through your hair and held your locks at the back of your head. 

If you thought his scent was sweet when you pulled on his sweatshirt, now it was overwhelming. He swam around you and you happily drowned, never wanting to come up for air because it would mean being away from him.

His tongue begged for entrance and you eagerly allowed it, humming happily as it danced with yours and allowed you to taste even more of him. Your brain convinced you if you didn’t touch every inch of him, you’d combust, so you complied. Your fingertips came around from his back and up his chest, pushing his to land on your hips. As your hands wrapped around his neck and tangled in the hair there, his lifted the sweatshirt just enough for his fingertips to land on your skin and leave flames behind.

It felt like years passed, but you wouldn’t mind spending your entire life in his position. Everything he did was so gentle, you’d never felt anything like it. It was addicting. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to let go, and from the way his body was glued to yours, you knew he felt the same way.

You finally pulled away but only far enough to grab a breath. He rested his forehead on yours and held you tightly around your waist.

“If I knew you were going to kiss me back like that I would have done it ages ago.”

You breathed out a laugh and pulled back and looked into his clear blue eyes. Even in the dark they sparkled.

“Well, now you know,” you laughed, running your hand through his hair and trying to memorize the way the his lips curled into that bright toothy smile. You’d never seen him smile like that.  




anonymous asked:

I hope this isn't too much to ask😶 Could I request a smut where your boyfriend Jimin and his bff Hobi have had a stressful day at work so he brings J-Hope home for dinner and asks you to help "relieve" both of their stress?😉 Once again I'm sorry if it's too much😅


Your body was light, laying against the couch as you watched the TV flick different images. Yawning gently, you wrinkled your nose feeling the buzz of your phone against your bare stomach. Laying in your panties and bra was common while your boyfriend was away. You groaned lifting the screen up to see that your boyfriend had messaged you. His name popping up with little heart emoji’s and other decorations around it. Laughing to yourself, your hands were quick to work in opening the document.

From: Jibi

‘Baby, I’m coming home and bringing Hoseok with me.. We both had a hard day and he feels to worst so please let him stay! Whatever you cook is fine we will be there in a few hours so no bra and panties! Love you’

From: Bunny

‘You’re lucky I fucking love you. I’ll be waiting. Don’t be too long.’

Sighing softly, you rolled off the couch after a ten-minute self-debate treading into the kitchen. Looking around with your hands on your hips you looked at things that wouldn’t take too long to cook because they would be home. Settling for steamed dumplings, shrimp fried rice and beef tips it only took a couple of minutes for the kitchen to be smelling like heaven. While the food cooked, you found yourself roaming down the hallway and to your shared room with Jimin. You didn’t want to seem overly dressed but enough to make yourself look nice. Hoseok and Jimin had been friends for a while and you had to admit sometimes you did cheek out the taller male whenever he came home with Jimin and it made you giddy to know he would be close to you again tonight. Feet scampering across the floor your outfit attire was something simple, red matching lace (because you wanted to relieve Jimin some after Hoseok left) and on top of that you placed on pink cute thigh highs with kittens on them, a long button down dress shirt of Jimin’s that was black. Styling your hair up into a messy bun your face was done lightly. Soft trace of your favorite shade of lipstick against your lips. Once you were done you checked the time and ran back down stairs to finish cooking, sliding across the floor in your socked feet.

In what seemed like hours later you managed to prepare three plates of food pressing them down on the kitchen table. A bottle of beer for the two men and you opted for a bottle of wine, drinking some occasionally while you cooked. You made sure to clean up the dirty dishes and straighten up the house a bit, spraying some air freshener to make the house a bit better. The door was pushed open and you heard the soft murmurings of voices followed by strings of laughter that made your heart tug in the slightest way. You walked from the kitchen with your hands behind your back. Hoseok wasn’t facing you but from the side he looked so fucking good. Light brown hair combed back, a pair of black slacks on his thighs and a button down white shirt. His red tie draping around his neck made you lick your lips slightly at the sight before your gaze was turned to your handsome boyfriend Jimin. You loved his style, simple tight dark skinny jeans and a button down gray shirt with the first three buttons as well as his tie undone. His blonde hair was combed back in the same style of Hoseok’s but he also just looked so damn good. Jimin turned towards you after pulling off his shoes, his eyes looked at you once over and the simple flick of his tongue against his lower lip let you know that you were in for a surprise.

“Jagi. I missed you.” He purred walking your way. The way he addressed you, with so much want had you wanting to push Hoseok out of the house so that you could just ride your boyfriends dick until you were both satisfied.

“I missed you too baby.” You cooed softly letting your arms drape around his neck as he gripped at the sides of your hips pulling you closer to him. You could feel his barely hard erection letting a smirk dance on your lips you leaned forward biting on his bottom lip.

“Be good bunny. Or daddy will punish you.” He made a fake pout before he slapped your ass with one hand. “Besides we have a guest over tonight, don’t we?” He asked pulling back from you. Hoseok was just standing there watching, his hands buried into the confines of his slacks he wasn’t worried about a thing.

“Hello Hoseok! It’s nice to see you again!” You said in a rather flustered tongue, his name sliding off your tongue as you danced to him, having to hop up on tiptoes to place your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Hello princess.” He greeted simply, his strong arms wrapping around to lock against your lower back. He picked you up, one of his hands pressing down against the lowest deep of your back. It caused you to feel your cheeks heat up more from his touch but shaking it off as just friendly you went with it. “And please just call me Hobi. No reason to be so formal.” He smiled setting you down patting your head. It made you want to pout and rip open Jimin’s shirt to yell “I’m the adult here!” but you didn’t do it. You kept it inside. “What did you cook, it smells good.” Hoseok continued like nothing was wrong.

“Yeah baby is the food ready I’m really hungry.” Jimin frowned hugging you from behind. You suddenly felt the space was too small and you wanted to get away. Nodding your head up at a smiling Hobi you waddled around with Jimin towards the kitchen showing them the food.

“Damn she’s cooked and it’s set out. You have a keeper.” Hoseok chuckled walking towards the table.

Directing him and Jimin to sit in front of you, you sat in front of Jimin as you all started to eat. It was much quieter than you had expected. Because usually they had everything to talk about. At first you didn’t really pay attention to it, your eyes were focused on the dumpling that was plopped in your mouth with delicious juices from the meat and vegetables seeping out onto your tongue. It wasn’t until you felt a foot press against yours that you were looking up from your meal. Jimin was watching you but Hoseok was not doing too much of anything. Fork gently pushing against his food, his eyebrows were drawn together and his face stoic as if he was searching or debating about something in his mind. Jimin made a face to you and getting his understanding you cleared your throat a bit looking at Hoseok once more.

“Is everything tasting ok Hobi?” You asked giving him a gentle smile. He paused looking up at you seeming to pull himself from his trance. Nodding his head, he plopped a dumpling into his mouth chewing on it.

“Mmmmm so good! Really good Y/N.” He started to shove food into his mouth eating to keep himself distracted and being half satisfied you went back to eating your own food as well. The kitchen filled with nothing but the forks hitting the plates or sips of things. The wine had you a bit buzzed and all you could think about was straddling Jimin so that wasn’t a help in your current state. Once you were all done you gathered the plates moving them to the sink to wash them up and finish cleaning off the counter. Jimin and Hoseok had talked about minor things but it wasn’t anything too great or interesting. You dried off the dishes, moving everything back and pouring yourself another glass of wine you made your way back to the table sitting down. Looking around at both you and Hoseok, Jimin opened his mouth pressing his hands down against the table.

“So.. I’ve been thinking.” He started out softly, his fingers dancing against the brown marbled surface his ears were turning red as he cleared his throat.

“Well?” You asked crossing your legs under the table sipping from your wine.

“Have sex with Hoseok.” Jimin said in a rush looking up at you. Hoseok lifted his eyebrows and your hand froze your drink inches from your lips as you stare at your boyfriend. Your fucking unpredictable boyfriend.

“Excuse me?” You started.

“Y-yeah this is silly Jimin she is your girlfriend stop it.” Hoseok said in a flustered state. Your eyebrow rose as you looked at him. The cool and confident Hoseok was nervous? Please.

“It makes perfect sense!” Jimin urged raising his hands. “Hear me out please?” He asked you both. Swallowing a large gulp of your wine you gave a curt nod crossing your legs because you hoped for it. You felt part bad for wanting it but Jimin was your boyfriend and if he was offering it. You would take this chance. “Hoseok. I know you’ve had a long day at work. You’ve barely spoken. I know managing accounts and working on projects has had you worked up. Usually you go to the club or find random flings and buy them drinks and take them home. Then when they wake up the next morning they leave or get clingy. Well Y/N is my girlfriend. And a friend to you. At least this way you’d be saving money and doing it with someone you trust. And bunny.. You’ve talked about wanting to try something different. Why not do it tonight?” Jimin asked letting his brown orbs pierce through you. You blinked, and then you did it again before your eyes roamed over to Hoseok’s dark brown orbs that bare into you waiting for you to answer. “So?” Jimin asked hopeful after what seemed like a pause of silence.

“If.. She is willing to. I won’t say no.” Hoseok said softly licking over his plump bottom lips. “I have worked up energy I want worked out of me.” He murmured towards you and for whatever reason you took that as a sign that he wanted to be dominated and that was no problem. Jimin looked at you, eyes dancing with excitement and even if you hadn’t found Hoseok all that stunning just one look at Jimi’s face had you ready to do anything he asked you.

“I’ll do anything for you. And to help out my friend.” You gave a lazy smirk swallowing down another glass of wine setting it down so you wouldn’t be drunk.

“Fuck yes!” Jimin called out standing up from the table and like a kid he dashed towards the room. Sighing softly you stood up cleaning out the wine glass before you were walking to Hoseok holding your hand out for him. Hoseok smirked taking your hand he allowed you to pull him from the table as you led him towards your shared room. Your hips swayed from side to side and he walked close to you, his body heat rolling off himself and onto your body. You moved to spread open the door of the bedroom only to see Jimin already stripping down to his boxers biting on his lips as he watched you. Hoseok turned around to shut the door. You guided him towards the bed, your hands moving up to push him down on the bed on his ass he watched you biting on his bottom lip.

“What are my orders daddy?” You addressed Jimin like this because you both switched. One week you were the dom and the next week he was. Well today you were in his week and you wanted to obey every desire he had.

“Bunny. Strip for your daddies. Tonight, Hoseok is also your daddy and you will give him whatever he wants.” Jimin watched you and you gave a nod of your head stepping back. Slowly unbuttoning the shirt on your body, you swayed your hips side to side, until it was falling and all that was left on you were your red matching sets. Your hand moved up to pull at your bra but Hoseok had other plans.

“Wait.” He called out stopping you. “Come sit on my lap. Let’s not rush princess.” Hoseok beckoned you with his hand and you made your way towards him straddling him with one leg on either side of him, your arms draped around his neck. You were smirking a bit at him, full eager running through you.

“You’re cute.” Hoseok commended letting his hand undo your ponytail “Now strip.” He growled threading his fingers through your hair roughly pulling your head back.

It made you whimper but you obeyed him. While your hands were moving to grab at the bra clasps behind your back, he pushed your leg between his making you straddle his thigh halting your movements. “Ride it.” Hoseok cooed cupping your cheeks before he lightly slapped your cheek making you moan in pleasure. Not wanting to disobey him, your hips were automatically moving to push down against his thick thighs, the slacks causing a friction that was soft against your lace panties. “Open your mouth.” Hoseok demanded next. He was more dominate than you had originally thought he was. It made you feel like it was going to be one hell of a fucking but you were ready for it. Opening your mouth, you were greeted with his thick thumb pressing down against your tongue. You closed your mouth to suck on his thumb rolling your hips down harder against his thighs. Jimin had moved to get off the bed coming around behind your body, his hands moved up to pull at your bra undoing the clasps of it letting it fall off your breast. Hoseok was quick to cup your breast flexing his thigh when he could. You felt yourself getting closer to a release but before you could do so, Jimin was gripping at your hips forcing you to stop.

“Who said you could cum yet?” Jimin asked ghosting his breath against your ear. He licked the shell of your earlobe slowly before he pushed you onto the bed beside Hoseok on your stomach with your ass up in the air. He rubbed at your plump skin before striking it with a loud slap watching your ass cheeks jiggle. Hoseok smirked standing up beside you. Watching you with dark hooded eyes he started to strip himself until he was stark naked, his long thick shaft standing proud and oozing with precum against the lower part of his stomach. Hoseok walked towards the other side of the bed, laying on his back until he was beside your head.

“I want your mouth on mine while my mouth is on yours.” He said simply looking down at his own heated flesh. Your eyes darted forth as another cry of Jimin’s name left your lips from him slapping your ass harshly. Nodding your head, you smirked watching as Jimin pulled down your matching panties now leaving you bare. Your body crawling onto Hoseok’s you gripped at his shaft stroking it softly. All too soon you felt him wasting no time burying his tongue deep inside of your tight pussy. Crying out loud in pleasure your back arched from the wet tongue slipping inside of you. Your hand focused on moving to jerk up and down his shaft licking your tongue across the tip of his shaft slowly. Letting your tongue flick and dig into his slit moaning in pleasure. Your mouth started to slide lower onto his cock until you were taking it all in wrapping your lips around him to give him a harsh suck. You continued to let your mouth work onto his shaft trying to take the girth down your mouth mewling at every lick and every tongue flick against your walls had your body crippling and wanting to just break down on top of him. You felt hands on your ass cheeks spreading them wide. The next tongue pressing against your little tight rim made you yelp around Hoseok’s shaft making you choke. Your hands starting to grip at Hoseok’s thighs to steady yourself rolling your hips back. You wanted to feel more, the two-tongues grazing against your walls had you made you feel so much closer to your orgasm. You were continuing to roll and thrust your hips back. Whimpering your eyes were watering from the pleasure that you were feeling in your system and the tongues slurping at your walls. Hoseok moved his hands to grip around your hips locking you right on top of his body. Hoseok continued to slide his tongue up and down your wet walls curling it against your spot he vibrated it, Jimin on the other hand moaning against your asshole as he stretched it out with his tongue. You weren’t going to last much longer. And it took only a few more thrusts of both of your tongues to have your body locking up from the pleasure you felt. Your orgasm crashing down onto your body.

Continuing to swallow around Hoseok, you felt him lick up your cum, continuing to suck on him you felt the tongue slide from your holes leaving you empty. You were going to pull back until Hoseok was lifting making your body slide forward and his cock to slide out of your mouth. Whimpering you were about to get up, but Hoseok pressed his hand onto your lower back, looking up at the figure in front of you Jimin was shaking his head eyes dark and hooded. He leaned down to grip your chin biting roughly on your bottom lip. “Who told you to cum?” He demanded and when you didn’t answer him Hoseok gave a harsh slap to your left ass cheeks before Jimin spoke again. “Bunny. I asked you a question. Don’t make me ask again.” He growled tightening his grip on your chin.

“I-I was just too horny not to daddy. I couldn’t help myself, bunny is so sorry.” You tried to apologize but Jimin wasn’t having that. “Let her on her knees Hobi.” He told the male behind you who gladly obliged moving to place you on your knees. You watched Jimin pull down his boxers to reveal his reddened tip. Your mouth watered, you wanted it so much. Moving to plant your knees into the bed once Hoseok moved you. Jimin walked towards you about to place your hands onto his shaft until he shook his head no. Hoseok moved to grip your hands behind your back becoming your human handcuffs. Jimin gripped at the back of your hair opening your mouth up to roughly push his cock down your throat. He groaned not letting you adjust, he started to face fuck you harshly slapping his balls against your chin. He was enjoying how you choked, how quick the spit was dripping down your chin and onto your neck.

“Come on slut. Keep up for daddy.” Jimin growled reaching a hand down to slap at your cheek and pull his cock all the way out. Only to shove it back into your mouth and down your throat. You could feel your pussy getting wetter with each thrust just wanting to feel more of him. He was making you weak. Eyes hooded and cheeks flushed you tried to keep up but it was so easy for you to choke onto his shaft and gag. Jimin leaned down slapping your cheek repeatedly. When he was satisfied that it was red he moved to pinch your nose shutting off your air he buried himself to the base of his cock down your throat shutting off your air. Watching as you choked and your body react to not having any air he waited until your eyes fluttered before he moved back letting your nose go and let his cock slip out of your mouth. He groaned as his cock jumped looking back at Hoseok he nodded his head. “She is all yours to destroy. Just make sure I can at least fuck her mouth again if I can’t get the rest of the holes.” Jimin teased moving back from the bed.

Hoseok nodded his head, moving behind you a bit. Not letting your arms go he slammed into your pussy in one go. Your back arched and he was quick to slam into your heat repeatedly. Groaning against your ear he let his body press against yours. He filled you up to the brim, the size of his girth almost not fitting all the way inside of you. He was thicker than Jimin and he was a tad bit longer but not quick it just was causing your mind to race and heartbeat to quicken. He slapped his hips against yours, not sliding out all the time keeping his shaft buried deep inside of your walls you felt as if you were a doll being lifted and dropped onto his cock. He was smirking one hand moving to grip at your ass cheek harshly helping you slide down onto him. Jimin watched in front of you both, the way you cried out for his friend usually would make him jealous but tonight it made him undeniably hard because you looked so good getting ruined. Your breast flopping up and down and stomach tightening from every thrust. How the juices of your shaft, Hoseok’s cock glistening from your wetness. Your pussy tightened around Hoseok more and he continued to switch angles landing against your g-spot. Once he found it and you cried out for more Hoseok was quick to lean against your ear.

“You want more hmm? More of daddies thick cock pressing deep into this tight cunt huh.. Bunny?” He asked but the way he said your name it was enough to have you screaming and begging to cum. Your head rolling back to lay against his chest you let him slam upwards and bring you down. “I don’t think I should let you cum. You weren’t a good girl.” He growled pushing you forward, planting a hand into your lower back to keep you face forward. His hand moved up your spine slowly ghosting his fingertips over your skin he grabbed at your hair shoving your head into the sheets, slamming his hips forward he cursed lowly letting all his pleasure and want drive out of him onto your little body begging for release under him. He felt his own cock twitch with release, he wanted to make you cum but to beg for it. “Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy Hobi how to make you feel good. Are you sorry? Sorry for being a dirty little slut and cumming without permission?” Hoseok asked pulling your hair back with his hand. He watched you pouting with a cute face though you couldn’t see it.

“I’m sorry! I’m very sorry daddy! I didn’t mean to cum! But please please fuck please let me cum I can’t hang on much longer.” You were filled with whimpers and apologizes not knowing if any of it made sense you just wanted to cum bad and the release was building up. Hoseok smirked growling out your nickname again he nodded his head.

“Cum for daddy. Cum for me baby girl.” He licked up your back sucking on your skin to give hickeys. His hips moving deep and fast into you his thrusts were powerful, causing you to release your cum onto his shaft tightening up. You shut your eyes and lips parted you were continuing to convulse around him. He watched you give him everything you had, his own hips were giving erratic thrusts and he found himself spilling his own cum inside of you after a few more thrusts. He slowed down a bit to let you both ride out your orgasm before he was letting your arms go and pulling out. Turning your head towards him, he kissed your lips gently letting his fingers massage your hips.

Jimin was walking up to you, turning you around to lay on your back watching you. He smirked at how fucked up you were. He leaned down to press your legs down against the sheets, letting his tongue lap up against your folds and clean the cum out of your pussy. He was making sure to clean you all up and take away some of the soreness. He pulled back to lay behind you on the bed lifting one of your legs up to hook his arm under your bent knee. He pressed his tip against your entrance and ever so slowly he slipped inside of your walls. Jimin was one to usually destroy you but because you had taken such a pounding from his friend he would drag it out. He kissed along your left shoulder blade until he was biting down onto your shoulder blade. He started to pull out of you before he slammed back into your heat. He continued to slam up into you at a slow harsh pace. His hips moving against your he rolled his hips grinding against you. He watched your breath hitch, how your hands gripped at the sheets as he moved into you. He watched Hoseok, who was gripping his shaft quickly jerking himself off at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Your hands moved to clench at the sheets, your hips rolling back to take him more his name continued to move inside of you. He felt so good and you couldn’t help but let his name leave your lips repeatedly. Licking your lips as you watched Hoseok you felt wanted and needed in this moment and there was nothing better than that. Your walls squeezing and wrapping onto Jimin’s shaft you let yourself be fucked into against the mattress. Your head thrown back and lips parted your eyebrows knitted together. You continued to roll your hips back and Jimin picked up the pace starting to slam himself into you groaning more as he felt himself getting closer. He moved to press you against the mattress starting to slam into you instantly landing against your spot. Your cries of pleasure erupted from your lips and soon you felt Jimin’s hand rubbing against your clit trying to help bring you closer to an orgasm. Looking up at him you wanted to beg for permission but before you could say anything he gave a curt nod of his head okaying you to cum for him. Your hips pressed back harshly against his as he pounded you into the mattress letting you meet your end.

“Daddy! Daddy! Jimin oh shit!” You continued to cry out as another orgasm swept through your body, biting on the sheets you groaned feeling that orgasm sweep over you before you were just laying against the bed. Thinking it was over as Jimin was about to cum erratically moving his hips. Hoseok gripped at your hair lifting your face he opened your lips to spill his warm load into your mouth watching as you swallowed all of him. Jimin watching the scene leaned his head down to press against your shoulder blades cumming inside of you. His hips slowly slowed down as he rode out both of your orgasms once again. His arms buckling as he finished his orgasm. He moved to lay down beside of you after he pulled out. Jimin pulled you close to him kissing your face.

“I am glad that you decided to do this for me and us. “He said playing in your hair. “I love you bunny.” He smiled softly.

“I love you more Bunny.” Hoseok teased wrapping his arms around you from behind yawning. “If Jimin isn’t careful I’ll steal you. A beauty who can cook, clean and fuck like that? She’s a keeper.” He moaned rubbing his hands against your lower stomach.

“Over my dead body.” Jimin pouted looking at Hoseok.

“You saw how she screamed she would cum good for me always.” Hoseok retorted starting a playful banter.

“Well we will let her decide.” Jimin nodded bringing you closer to his body protectively and a whine slipped from your lips as you decided you just wanted to go to sleep but with a light smirk on your lips you nodded.

“Later. We will see.”

Pull Them Harder

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 1,321
Warnings: Smut. Masturbation (Male and Female). Oral Sex (Male). Wing!Kink. Cum Play.
Challenge:  This was written for @impalaimagining’s Smut-Entine’s Day Challenge. My kink was “cum play”.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Would you write a Gabriel wing!kink with him guiding you just how he likes to have his feathers touched while you blow him? No sex, just wings and dick sucking lol

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Shameless | Jungkook x You (Taehyung POV)

Dedicated to my love @isolatedmims​

Rated: M

Warnings: Marijuana and alcohol consumption, exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Summary: Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party.  

Note: Just some PWP filth. Sin with me and read it. This is an AU I will be writing other PWP smuts for, so yaaay. lol I guess. I’m so tired and I will edit in the morning

Words: 5.1k+

Accompanied by the low rumble of hip hop music playing in the background, you and Jungkook were noisily mouthing at each other - sloppy, wet sounds filling the air that irritated Taehyung to no end. You were straddling Jungkook’s lap, hands clasped behind his neck and he was blatantly fondling with your ass, squeezing it and shaking it in his hands nonchalantly. But what surprised Taehyung the most though was how none of the other guys in the room seemed to even blink at the sight, which lead him to the conclusion that the two of you must do this quite frequently in order to have such a lack of response.

Little moans of content and arousal would drift from the pair of you every now and then when you would either grind your hips down or he would buck his up against you, causing even the littlest bit of friction.

Taehyung had to admit, when he was invited to a party, this was not exactly what he was expecting. A party to him was loud music, dancing, drinks and having fun. Not…. this. Just a group of guys, sitting along the couches lethargically, smoking joints and drinking beer, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

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Apologies: J-Hope (M)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Extremly graphic sexual scenes. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: This is all oral, and it was supposed to be 1.5k?!!!? What happened.

The room was deathly silent. You laid in the bed, not quite sure what time it was. The only thing that you were sure of was that you weren’t the only one who had been awake for hours.

Hoseok laid as far on the edge of the bed away from you as he could be. While you tossed and turned trying to get comfortable, it seemed like Hoseok had turned to stone the moment he had gotten into bed. It had been this way for about two weeks.

A small fight had blown completely out of hand in a mere few minutes. Hoseok was notorious for shutting down completely if the two of you got into an argument. He wasn’t good at expressing his feelings unless they were happy. If anything upset him, he closed himself off until everything blew over. Unfortunately, this had been the biggest fight between you and him, and because neither of you had apologized, the situation had not yet improved.

You sadly couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about, but now a huge rift sat between and your boyfriend. Your sunshine had dimmed noticeably, and you wondered if you’d ever seen a smile grace his lips again.

You turned again in the bed again, settling on your side facing Hoseok. He’d chosen to wear a shirt which was something he had started doing after the fight. You felt cold in the sheets, even with Hoseok’s presence. You couldn’t decide if you or he had been at fault, and at the moment, in the middle of the night, you decided to swallow your pride. You missed him too much to let something so silly come between you.

The feeling suddenly welled in your chest and with a whine, you surged forward, resting your cheek against Hoseok’s shoulder blade. He immediately stiffened under your touch. You reveled in the feeling of his warm body under the shirt, and you itched to remove it from him.

“What- what are you doing?” He asked. He hadn’t made an attempt to move yet, and his body was beginning to feel uncomfortably rock solid beneath you.

“I just want to cuddle with my boyfriend. Is that so wrong?” Your hand hesitantly came to rest on his waist, pushing away the t-shirt to rest on his bare skin.

He brushed your hand off of him but had no where to move away from you. Your hand returned back to his waist, holding him tighter and burying your face in his back.

“Hobi,” you whimpered. He was angry at how quickly he was crumbling underneath your touch. He missed you just as much as you had missed him. He was done with being angry, missing his happy mood. You felt him finally begin to relax in your touch.

Your hand smoothed back under his shirt, lightly dragging your nails over his skin. You tugged the shirt up, signaling him to remove it. He hadn’t slept with this much clothing on in years, and you were angry at the fabric for separating his warm skin from yours. He took a moment to pull the shirt over his head before returning to your hold.

You hummed at the feeling of his heated skin. You took the opportunity to pepper kisses along his shoulder and at the base of his neck.

“I’m still mad,” he off-handedly commented. You merely ignored his statement. His voice was hardly convincing, and you were eager to break down the final barrier between the two of you. Your mind quickly turned to what other activities could ensue if you played your cards right. The ache in your stomach was slowly bubbling up and spreading through your limbs.

“But I’ve missed you,” he let out a yelp at a particularly hard suckle that you gave between words. It was obvious that you meant much more than just words could convey. The cold that had seeped into your bones a few minutes before was now completely dissipated.

Your fingernails dragged down his stomach, delighted to find that because of his break from work, he had yet to rid himself of his happy trail. Your smile only grew wider as your fingers ghosted over his shorts. He was half hard, and you hadn’t even done anything. It seemed that Hoseok had missed you too. He was known for his insufferable libido, and now was no exception. Even if he was “mad,” a little make up sex wouldn’t hurt anyone.

A low groan escaped his lips at your feather light touches. His inner scale was tilting ever so slowly. The chord within him was ready to snap, and he saw his ego slowly drain away.

“It you’re gonna do something, would you quit teasing already?” He snapped.

“Gladly,” and with that, your hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts.

He let out a wanton sigh as you wrapped your fingers around his length. You gave him a few long strokes, pleasantly rewarded as you felt him grow harder. Your hand ghosted down to fondle his balls softly, an action that had his hips bucking forward as he let out a grunt of surprise. With a smirk, you drifted back up until your fingers met his dripping head. You were satisfied with your work, happy that you had him worked up to quickly.

Your finger dug slightly into the slit and his head, then sliding back down to spread the precum down his skin. It made it much easier for you to quicken your pace on him.

“(Y/N)-ah,” he rasped. He found it hard to control his stuttering hips. The feeling of your slim fingers was nice, but he craved more.

“What is it, baby?” You hummed. The pace you set never faltered, and he struggled to get his words out. He didn’t want to orgasm just yet, realizing that if he held out, it would be that much more delicious.

“I want you,” he said at a near whisper. You almost chuckled at how quickly he was coming undone.

“But, Hobi, you have me,” you replied with a squeeze. He let out a gasp. His thoughts were hard to get together as pleasure clouded his mind.

“I-I want your mouth,” his face felt hot at the confession, but he was desperate. The handjob was good, but he wanted you to suck him off. It was no secret that Hoseok enjoyed blowjobs from you- if was something the boys frequently teased you and him about. For the time being, you decided to forgo your own pleasure in favor of his.

“Okay,” you replied simply. You removed your hand from his shorts, and he held back a whimper.

“Okay?” He questioned. He wasn’t ready to believe you would jump at the opportunity to blow him; it wasn’t something you really enjoyed doing. Secretly, you were more pleased that he was at your disposal. You wondered how quickly you could get him to beg.

“Yes, okay. I’m done with this silly fight, aren’t you Hobi?” You asked. He nodded furiously, and again you had to hide the urge to laugh. “But, I think that you owe me after this….” You drawled.

“What?” He squeaked out. He was getting impatient that you hadn’t done anything yet, and his erection was beginning to be painfully hard. He was hitting a desperation mode, ready to agree to any terms and conditions you handed out.

“I think I’m being such a good girlfriend for doing this. You have been such a meanie lately. You owe me is all I’m saying,” you finished. You believed you had him right where you wanted him. It felt like it had been forever since the last time Hobi had given you pleasure.

“Baby, I eat you out for hours if you want. I’ll fuck you into tomorrow. Just get your goddamn mouth on me now,” he whimpered.


You finally relented in your teasing, pushing down on his shoulder so that he laid flat on his back. You slid his shorts down fully, helping him shimmy them off of his legs. He sighed as his erection was finally released. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him. Your eyes traveled up the length of his naked body until you met his eye. You gulped deeply at how dark his eyes were, the pupils blown wide.

You ran your finger nails over the hard muscles in his thighs, scraping lightly. Hoseok looked ready to burst, and you decided to finally end your teasing. You steadied yourself on his thighs and leaned forward to place kitten licks on the weeping head. He was so needy at that point that his head flew back into the pillow. He fought to keep his hands down, giving you full reign over him.

“Baby, you can touch if you want to,” you said, pulling back from him to gaze with doe eyes. Your body was begging to be dominated, a role that you didn’t often take with Hoseok. You much preferred to be in control, but at that moment you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a damn. In an instant, his hands flew up from the sheets to wind into your hair.

He pulled you back down to his cock, and you licked him up the sensitive vein from the base back to the tip. You took the head in your mouth, suckling deliciously slow. A low growl emitted from Hoseok’s throat, and his grip tightened in your hair. He nudged your head down with a firm grip on the back of your neck.

You slackened your jaw to sink down on him until he hit the back of your throat. You happened to be blessed with hardly any gag reflex, something that Hoseok had called a “gift,” and chastised you for not using more often. You only ever responded with a roll of your eyes. He held you down on his cock, gazing expectantly. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard.

“Oh, shit,” he hissed. A thin sheen of sweat covered his skin by then, and you knew he wouldn’t last long with your warm mouth around him. Only when your lungs were burning and tears prick your eyes does he release his hold to allow you to come up for air. He always knew your limit, and even if he was dominating he was kind to you, never pushing you past your limit.

He groaned when you pull away, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips to his equally swollen dick. The cold air hit his hot skin and he reveled in the feeling for a moment. It isn’t long before his hands returned to your hair, tighter and more urgent this time around. The pleasure was beginning to swell inside of him, and you know he was close with how eager he tugged you back down on him.

“You’re such a good girl,” he moaned. Your thighs tightened at his praise. You were happy to give him all the pleasure he wanted and you obediently sunk back down on him. You took him as far as he guided you, your nose resting in the curls at his pelvis.

After resting for a moment to get control over your breathing, you swallowed hard around him. He let out a strangled gasp and bucked his hips up off the bed. You weren’t prepared for his sudden movement and gagged around him. Hoseok couldn’t control his hips as they jerked upwards again. The sounds that were escaping him were down right beautiful, the chorus of whines and moans echoing around the room.

“Oh my god,” he wheezed. His chest heaved as your continued your ministrations around him, alternating between light licks and long, deep sucks. You knew he was close to the edge when his sounds became incoherent and his hips stuttered between your lips.

You pulled off of him and replaced your mouth with your hand. That allowed you to watch his body writhe around on the sheets. The sight had your core aching, and you egged him on, stroking him roughly. He was a truly beautiful sight to behold.

“Come on, Hobi,” you cooed and rested your head on his thigh. He whined in response when your other hand traveled to lightly cup his balls.
“Let go, baby,” you encouraged.

He came after a few more harsh strokes, white ribbons of cum lacing his thighs and stomach. You licked whatever landed on your hand, humming at the familiar taste of him. It took him a few minutes to recover which gave you time to fetch a tissue and clean him off. His breath finally seemed to even out, and he gazed down at you with hooded eyes. His fingers ran through your hair lovingly as he stayed quiet.

“Am I forgiven?” You asked. He let out a breathy laugh, his hand trailed down to your cheek.

“Of course. In fact, I think it’s time I apologized,” he mused. Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding what he meant.

“What do you mean-” your question was cut off as you let out a squeal. Hoseok had planted his hands on your hips tightly and hauled you all the way up to sit on his chest. He held you with an iron grip as he tried to lift you even farther. At that point, you had a pretty clear idea of what he wanted. You struggled against his grip, refusing to move higher.

“(Y/N)-ah, would you get up here already and sit on my face?”

The question had your cheeks aflame as you let out another strangled noise.


“Come on, I want to do this,” his fingers loosened slightly. He didn’t want to force you in to anything you didn’t want to do, no matter how good you smelled so close to his face. You took a moment to mull over his offer, suddenly becoming very shy at your current position. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nodded.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled. You allowed him to guide your dripping core over his face. You’d neglected your urges when focusing on Hoseok, but suddenly your core burned in desire. His warm breath fanned over your folds, and you let out a wanton sigh. He was so close but had yet to do anything, and you fought the urge to push down on him.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned. The vibration of his voice made you buck your hips. Hoseok’s hands flew to your thighs, and he held you in place as he finally delved into you.

He started with long licks through your slick core. His moves were deliberately slow. He knew if he kept it up long enough, you’d lose control. Soon enough, you were letting out breathy moans and grinding down on him to gain more friction. The pleasure was hot and low, blossoming from your thighs upwards. They burned from focusing on holding yourself up.

Hoseok knew you were desperately trying to control yourself, and with a growl, he yanked you down fully, slackening his jaw to let you grind on his tongue.

“Oh god, Hobi!” You nearly yelled out. Your whole body felt on fire as he let you grind on his open mouth. He tightened and flattened his tongue in different rhythms. The edges of your orgasm were just out of your reach, and you knew you would need more.

When he knew you wouldn’t go anywhere, his hands left your hips, in avid of letting you set the rhythm. They settled lightly of your waist, gently encouraging your rocking.

“H-Hobi,” you whined. “I need more,” you cried. He knew what you wanted and his lips traveled up to your clit. You let out a yelp, nearly falling forward at the sudden surge of pleasure. He had wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking hard. The pleasure that had been so far away moments before slammed into you with full force.

He helped you through your orgasm with long locks until you were shuddering with sensitivity. He eagerly cleaned you off with his mouth. He helped you down a few minutes later when you had calmed down. Your limbs felt jittery and jelly-like.

You laid there, the both of you still covered in a thin layer of sweat. Your breath had finally evened out, and you were sure that you could finally get some sleep. Your body felt light from your orgasm but heavy from the lethargy.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head a few minutes later at the feeling of something against your thigh.

“Already?” You groaned. You looked up at Hoseok to see a semi-embarrassed look on his face. It hadn’t even been twenty minutes, yet Hoseok was already fully hard again. You really didn’t understand where this boys energy came from.

“Please?” He begged. “You won’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work,” he offered.

Unmatched libido indeed.

Nyx Ulric x Female Reader

Dedicated to @ladyscientia because who doesn’t love her fanfics.


Liquor was a pastime, the liquid euphoria Nyx turned to when the world seemed to disintegrate into nothing but an interfusion of his sister’s screams and sharp collisions of metal. His normal neatly slicked back hair with intricate braids were tangled and knotted - the outcome of constantly running his hand through it.

Niflheim Attack On Galahd. Those headlines would always hurt him.

Closing his hand into a fist, he extinguishing the fire; it clearly did not serve as a distraction whatsoever. Nyx squeezed his eyes shut in a pathetic attempt to block out the haunting sounds. Selena, get down! That was the last thing he said to her, the last time he was able to see her eyes full of liveliness and youth. Sometimes it would drive him to the edge of madness, yet he would never show it on his face. Sanity was so finely spun, as easily torn as butterfly wings yet so many had no idea. Composure. The word was drilled into his mind during training. Every soldier, every Glaive had that trait. Yet, he would always feel it slip away from the grasp of his conscious whenever he thought of his mother and sister, whenever he thought of you. Libertus, Crowe and Pelna, their love meant the world to him, but you, there was a different type of love he longed from you. No, it wasn’t longing, it was something much more than that. Craving. He craved for your love.

Something he would never get.

He’d seen you talk about the betrothed prince, Noctis. There was always a fervent and passionate aura whenever the subject of their conversations were about the dark haired prince. Nyx had recently been avoiding you or averting his gaze whenever you turned your attention to him. Your presence alone made his throat constrict and thoughts blur. Emotions like this were toxic, hazardous to the human mind. It corrupts every cognitive sense as its delicate tendrils slither into every thought until it takes over entirely. He knew that. The silverish haired hero let his eyes wander around the room before landing on the exact same spot it would always land on, a slightly faded picture of his mother and sister, the corners of their eyes crinkling and huge genuine smiles plastered onto their faces.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Nyx pressed his fists against his eyes. Hot tears burned behind his eyelids, reminding he was still human, still vulnerable and not completely emotionless. Emotionless; that was how he acted towards you. He had never shown true vulnerability in front of his friends, especially Libertus. God damn it, why did he have to lose everything he had ever loved?

Lost or never had at all.

All he had were memories. Memories. Memories. Memories. Eating him away every passing day. He was choking in his anguish, drowning in liquor and his own grief. Yet everyone around him were completely oblivious to it.

Nyx grabbed the costly whiskey bottle he bought a few day ago and chugged it down in large gulps, refusing to pause in between for air. In a hurry, the whiskey went down the wrong way and he choked, coughing out a mouthful of it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he collapsed on the ground, head hitting the corner of his chair. Good. At least the slight pounding in the back of his head jerked him back from the mournful fabrication of reality that preoccupied his mind. It was hard not to be lost in the past when it preserves everything he had ever had.

Crowe had once joked about how the ones who have the strongest of minds, break the hardest. Nyx let out a forced chuckle at Fate, it had played cruel tricks on everyone and will continue to do so. His breath came out in short laboured gasps, the memories were suffocating him, urging the tears to spill out. Snarling, he viciously wiped the stray tears away and opened a bottle of beer. This was not him. How much longer would he have to endure this slow torture alone? It dawned on him that liquor didn’t ease the pain any longer so he did what he never allowed himself to do since the death of his mother and sister: break down.

The sobs came in strangled pants, foreign and bitter to his own ears. Tear drops tickled his cheek, occasionally halting slightly due to his untamed stubble. It was the universal law: good people suffered the worst, broke the hardest and died most painfully.

There was a slight jingling of the knob before the door swung open fully, revealing you looking slightly out of breath. “Nyx, Libertus was wondering if h-”

The words died in your mouth. Strewn across the floor were bottles, some smashed and some completely empty. The simple yet neat place you occasionally visited was turned upside down. The bed sheet were tangled and his uniform lay in a crumpled heap in the corner of the room. Pain. Raw pain. You could feel his agony coursing through your veins.

“What did I tell you about knocking?” Nyx spat, fists clenched against the each side of his head.

You closed the door gently, made your way through the labyrinth of broken glass and knocked over furniture, and dropped down onto your knees next to his bent-over figure. “Nyx, what happened?”

“Do not even think of changing the subject. Why. Didn’t. You. Knock?” What was the point of being charming? There will never be a chance of him calling you his lover. Not even a sliver of hope of you calling him your beau.

“Mourning over your mother and sister, are you, Nyx?” His eyes snapped up and your breath hitched in your throat. God, his eyes, they were so beautiful. Painstakingly beautiful. You dragged your gaze across his features, from the arch of his eyebrows, the slope of his nose, the angle of his jawline, his plump lower lip, to his cupid’s bow. What would it feel like to run your fingers through his hair, soft like down feathers? What would it be like to feel his stubble brush against your skin as he caressed your lips with his? No, he was too busy, he would never want to be romantically involved with anyone, especially you. In his eyes, you were probably another friend, another being to keep him company for a short period of time. You wanted the hero so much it hurt. He was so broken. So broken, but you never noticed any of it.

Another wave of excruciating, full-bodied sobs racked his body. He needed someone, anyone close enough to reach. Once his hand touches your skin, it would be over. He would be head over heels for you, and he knew you would never feel the same. All he would be doing was inviting more pain.

Worth it. Worth it to just experience for a few minutes what it would be like to bask in your love.

Nyx caved into himself and fell into your open arms, face pressed again the crook of your neck, your warmthness surrounded his large frame and he surrendered himself to an open siege of emotions. He hated this feeling, he loathed it. Every fiber in his body screamed that he should be pulling away from you and asking you to leave before his heart breaks again, yet your intoxicating scent drew him nearer and Nyx bared his teeth, pressing himself further against his never-to-be lover.

“(Y/N).” He managed to choke out. The liquor’s effects were starting to sink in now. The room blurred except for your eyes. Your lips parted slightly, this was not him. His eyes were red rimmed and eyelashes spiky. Nyx knew he was a Glaive and he could be dead at any given time, whether it was tonight or in 20 years.  

It came in a sudden animalistic drive and before he could comprehend his actions himself, he had knotted his fingers in your hair and yanked you closer. Your noses bumped and his lips slammed onto yours with such intensity, it sent you reeling backwards.

You gasped and tugged at his braids, your legs tangling and you could feel his breath, hot and delicious against your mouth. You tightened your legs around his waist and breathed him in, inhaling through your mouth.


He tasted like whiskey, danger and delicious, sinful nights. The action evoked a pleased growl from the silverish haired hero and he slid a hand down to caress your thighs. The soft pants and gasps you vocalized made him want to bury his face between your legs until every goddamn person in Lucis knew his name. Nyx shuddered at the thought. All the screaming and battle sounds died down to just this moment, his mouth on yours, tongues tasting, exploring and dominating.

“God, you’re so heavenly.” He groaned, bucking his hips against yours once, creating stimulating friction between the both of you. His husky and rough voice sent delicious shudders down your spine and you slanted your mouth, leaning upwards to mold your lips with his once again. He reacted immediately, kissing you back with bruising force, as if that was the only thing he knew how to do.

And he would continue to do so, if you let him.

Pulling away from his warmth with much hesitation, you gasped for air, feeling the familiar cool air rush into yours lungs. Not that you minded breathing through his devilish mouth, tinged with the taste of him.

“(Y/N), god, I need you. So much.” Nyx sighed contentedly, resting his forehead against yours, blowing a little air to your lips. He was the Devil’s incarnate, you couldn’t deny that.

“You think I don’t?” You mumbled against the expanse of his chest, running your hands up the hard ridges of his abdomen before digging your nails gently into his shoulder blades.

“I think actions speak louder than words, darling.” With that said, his kiss-swollen lips crashed onto yours once more and you surrendered what was left of your rectitude to absolute hedonism.

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow

Noona, Unnie (4)

Member: Jimin (Jimin x Reader x OC)

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut  : Poly! BTS

Word Count: 2426

A/N: iight yall, Imma level with ya. My dumb ass thought I queued part 3 ½  to post after the most recent part of Jimin, CEO. OBVIOUSLY that wasn’t the case but by the time I realized it, it was late and I was lazy :P So here is part 3 ½ and 4 combined for a longer Chapter 4.

I know I don’t much feedback but I’d really appreciate feedback on this.

                ~~  Meet Unnie  ~  One  ~  Two  ~  Three  ~~


You screamed into Jimin’s left ear as Unnie did the same to the right ear.

A wide smile spread across his face but his eyes stayed closed. He rolled over with a laugh, an arm tucked seemingly uncomfortably under him and his other arm flung lazily around Unnie’s waist to pull her down next to him. Your smile faltered a bit but you laid on his back. He chuckled happily.

Despite the unbalanced dynamic IT’S JIMIN’S BIRTHDAY! And oh how how you loved birthdays! Your lovers’ especially.

Jealousy couldn’t ruin this. Birthdays brought out a happiness in you that you couldn’t explain.

“Ok come on.” You said after a moment. With swift tug, the covers were completely off of him. He chuckled and stood up, attempting to walk with Unnie but you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room with excitement.

Nearly pushing him onto the couch, you posed in front of a huge, nicely decorated piece of paper.

He read the big words on the top aloud. “Birthday Schedule?”
You nodded excitedly as Unnie came to sit on the arm of the couch, with a smile almost as bright as yours.

“She has been planning for months.” she whispered to him.

He nodded and smiled too.

“OK so first a set up breakfast at your favorite place. Then…”

They let you ramble excitedly until your were rushing them off to get changed. Scurrying to your room, you hoped this would be as exciting as you planned.

“I don’t think I can move.” Jimin complained.

He and Noona came into the dark apartment and he immediately fell back onto the couch. You were parking the car but you still had way more energy than you should. Mostly fueled by what you had to end the night.

She chuckled. “But you are content I assume?”

A smile spread across his face. “Definitely.”

The day had been packed with good food, friends, his parents meeting you for breakfast, and more gifts than he could count.

“Oh! Before you get too sleepy we have to post a thank you and a picture with all your gifts from fans.”

He let his arm slip off the couch in laziness. “We can do it tomorrow. Plus alot of stuff is still in the car. There’s no way Y/N can bring it all up herself.”

Before she could make a comment on how she doubts that, he had already reached out to bring her closer. She landed next to the couch with a huff. “I thought you were tired.”

“I have enough energy for a final present.” He said with closed lids and a grin.

She smacked her teeth and he opened his eyes enough to catch the small smile she was trying to repress.

Without another word he captured her lips in a languid kiss. She was hesitant but even tired, he was hard to pull away from.

Just as she melted in the kiss, you were struggling at the front door. You were able to the door open before his book fanart could slip through your arms. You sat everything down near the front door before locking it behind you.

It had been a long day but you still had one more thing to do. A call of his name died in your throat before you even opened your mouth. Seeing the two of them already so heated drained the rest of your energy. You weren’t sure why but all the birthday excitement was finally weighing on you. You just wanted to sleep.

With careful steps you made your way to your room, at this point getting more and more used to being in there.



The calm dream of sitting near a lake turned into your back laid in the grass with an undeniable heat growing in your stomach. One hand held onto the imaginary green as the other gripped someone’s hair between your legs.

Slowly, you were pulling from your dream, feeling the person more vividly.


Both hands now gripping the person’s hair as your eyes tried to open. You felt it clearly now. A smooth pair of lips placing kisses over your heat. Hands ran up and down your inner thighs telling you exactly who it was. Only one person caressed your thighs like that.

“Unnie.” you called hoarsely. You felt her smile against your inner thigh before laying a kiss there.

You shuddered at her gentle touches. A soft moan slipped past your lips. “Unnie.”

She glanced up at you, removing a hand from your thigh to run a finger up your folds. Her touch wasn’t foreign but it had been a minute since you last felt her touching you so intimately. Momentarily lost in thought, she slipped a finger past your entrance.

Your mouth opened in a breathless ‘O’.

“Has it been a minute, sweetie?” her voice low and seductive. “You’re tighter than I remember.”

She commented with a smile, slipping another finger in before curling them.


“Sweetie, how long has it been since Jimin or I touched you?”

You tried your best to keep your legs open. “T-Too long, Unnie.”

‘Hmm.” was all she replied before leaning down to place a kiss on your clit. “You know…” Another kiss. “I’m just…” Another kiss. “Next door.” she lightly bit this time. You gasped and your back arched, close to your climax.

“Or do you like it when Unnie comes to you?” emphasizing with another curl of her fingers as she pumped harder.

Your legs threatened to close as her head dipped back down to suck your clit as her hands continued.

A string of curses tied with her name erupted as you reached the edge.

She continued through your high, before she slowed and final pulled her hand away with one final kiss your folds. She sat up and moved to lay next to you. You thoughts were still fuzzy and her thighs were closed.

With a tired yet content sigh, you stretched. She propped herself up on her forearm to smile down at you. “Good morning.”

You grin. “Very good morning.”

Her beautiful smile grew wider. “Was this a good way to ask to spend my day off together?” You nod, bending over to pick up a pair of panties and nightgown from the floor. “Good because I haven’t seen you much lately. Especially since Jimin has been extra needy and sleeping in my room at lot more lately.” she hesitated before continuing. “You know…you are welcome as well.”

You gave a weak smile. Of course you knew you were welcome. Until recently, you mostly only came in your room for clothes. Or when they were being extra frisky and you needed sleep. The questioning look she bore into you made you bite the inside of your cheek. You focused your attention in the spot where your white paint met the very off white of your ceiling.

“Jagiya, I know something is wrong.” She gently placed her hand on your cheek to make you refocus on your gaze on her now worried one.

With a sigh, you moved her hand away as you sat up.

“I’m going to go make some coffee.”

A sigh is all you hear as you leave the room.

The coffee doesn’t take long, though you were distracted while it was brewing. Someone shuffles into the kitchen as you fill your cup.

Without warning, a large shirted figure jumps onto the counter next to your cup, almost making you drop your creamer. “You shouldn’t drink so much coffee, agi.” Jimin laughed. A too-big black shirt covered his top half while only boxers covered the bottom.

It was your favorite look on him. It let you know he was relaxed. Plus the fabric was as easy to slip off as it was to slip on.

Disregarding his comment, you put away your still in tact bottle of creamer and make your way to the living room. You weren’t sure if she was still in your bedroom but you wanted to avoid anymore of the conversation she was trying to start.

Unfazed by your silence, he jumps onto the couch next to you.

What is up with his jumping today?

Out of habit he tries to grab your legs to place them on his lap but you jerk them away as soon as he grabs them. For a second, he eyes you looking for a reason. You expect him to question you but instead he quietly turns his attention to the TV.

It wasn’t long before you felt his hand on yours. You tense up as he begins to play with your fingers. Glancing over, you notice he is absentmindedly doing so.

Part of you wanted to pull your hand away but instead you relaxed in the back of the couch, lazily watching his hands play with yours.

“Y/N.” You meet his eyes and realize he is watching you. He flashes a sweet smile but you can’t find the sense to return it. Your body is frozen the same way it was the first time he ever smiled at you.

He leans his forehead to rest on yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

Something in hearing those words come from him for the first time in so long sets a fire in you. One opposite of the jealous anger you had become acquainted with.

Your lips are against his in a second. You feel his smile against your lips.

All movements almost on autopilot as you slide to straddle him. His hands grab at your waist pulled you toward him as you grind down on his lap. His needy moan makes you smile as you open your mouth to allow him in. Your hands move quickly to his boxers. You didn’t bother palming him through the fabric, too deprived to wait to feel him in your hands again. Removing his cock from the thin boxers you begin stroking him as he moans deliciously into your mouth. You pull away, looking into his eyes as you lift to move the crotch of your panties out of the way. His half lidded eyes stared into yours as you lined his tip with your entrance. You sigh as you slid down on his cock.

His lips find the curve of your neck after removing your nightgown, every now and then moaning profanities as you steadily move your hips. You start slowly, relishing in the feeling and the attention. It didn’t last long until you needed more. Your hips moved faster, grinding down against him. His impatience was clear as he began thrusting upward to meet your movements. Occasionally, your clit brushing against his hips.

“Fuck.” you cursed. The feeling was indescribable but you were waiting for him to hit the spot he always found.

The sweat on your forehead mixes with his as you lean against his. You bite your lip as you watch his pleasured face. The only thing that could fuel you more would be your name falling from his lips.

You drop a hint as you release a rather dramatic moan of his name. When his mouth opens you smile wickedly but halt your movements as soon as he speaks.


The neediness in his voice throws you for a half a second but it doesn’t mask the name he called. You scramble off of him, trying not to let the loss of contact openly affect you.

His confused eyes shoot open and turn to your heavy breathing figure. “What-” he begins to protest but stops at the tears already rimming your eyes.

“What’s my name Jimin?”

He pauses still looking confused and unsatisfied when his eyes go wide. “I didn’t mean-”

He attempts to reach for you but you push his hand away.

“Stop, you know I didn’t mean to call y-”

“Why do you do this?” You ask suddenly. “Why do you cast me aside? Do you not like citrus? Is that it? Am I not mature enough to acknowledge in any other way?”

“Citrus? What are y-?”

“You don’t even realize that this is the first time you have actually acknowledged me in so long.”

“Just because we don’t have sex everyday?”

“This isn’t about sex Jimin! Tell me, when was the last time you told me you loved me before a few minutes ago. Or slept in my bed?” You paused, not sure if you should even mention this. “Or even looked at me.”

“What’s going on?” Unnie comes frowning down the hallway in an oversized night shirt and shorts. Immediately he is drawn to her. His eyes glance over her form almost hungrily. His glory is covered with a pillow but you can tell he is trying not to stay hard.

In a whisper, you let it slip. “I shouldn’t have done this.”

“‘This’ what?” she questions. “We’ve all had sex on the couch.”

“No!” You shout. “THIS!” You point crazily between the three of us.

Her face falls. “You don’t mean that.”

You nod. “This was a stupid idea. How could I even think two perfect people like you could incorporate me into your lives?”

“Don’t say that.” She says, her heart breaking more with every frantic word from your mouth.

You don’t respond as you pick up your nightgown

“Y/N, I love you!” she says desperately.

“I know. I love you too.” You fix your panties, ignoring the sensitivity of being unsatisfied. “But not as much as you love each other and definitely not as much as he loves you.”

“Y/N this is insane. You know how I feel.” You frown at his words.

“I’m saying I love you and trying to find some reason to stay in this weird triangle and you still can’t say you love me.” You look right at him.

“Please don’t do this.” she pleads, grabbing your hand. You can’t bare to see her cry but your mind is fried and can’t think straight past what you’ve have already decided.

You remove her hand from yours before grabbing your backpack by the door after sliding on your coat and shoes. You silently hope your wallet and phone are still in it so you can stay away for a while.

Ten minutes of odd stares at the crying freak and walking uncomfortably, you knock on someone’s door.  

When it opens you stare at Hoseok through tear blurred eyes. “Don’t say I told you so.”

Without hesitation he welcomes you into his apartment and into his arms.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Broccolini Mushroom Stir Fry

One of my favorite foods in the winter months is sautéed mushrooms. I know, it sounds gross. But if you let those babies sit for at least a half hour, you’re looking at whole new mushrooms. They’re savory, salty and melt-in-your-mouth delicious.

Mushrooms are very watery, so you only need a little bit of olive oil to coat them in the beginning. Once they start to release their water, you can lower the heat and let them sit. They will also shrink a lot, so don’t be alarmed if you start off with a frying pan overflowing in sliced mushrooms.


  • 10z baby bella mushrooms (standard carton size) sliced
  • 1 bunch broccolini, stems trimmed
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon soy sauce
  • 1 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 tablespoon rice vinegar


  1. Combine olive oil, soy sauce, ground ginger and minced garlic in a stove pan over medium heat.
  2. Add mushrooms, crank up the heat, and stir until mushrooms begin to sizzle and release their water.
  3. Turn the heat down to low, stirring occasionally for 20 minutes. But mostly, just let them sit and sizzle.
  4. Then add broccolini, bring heat back up to medium, and stir occasionally for 8 minutes. (Until broccolini turns a deep, rich shade of green.)
  5. Stir in one tablespoon of rice vinegar, and let cook for one more minute.
  6. Serve as a side dish, or with rice or pasta for a main meal!

Note: This recipe leaves the broccolini cooked, but still firm. If you want a softer broccoli, I recommend using regular broccoli florets instead of broccolini stems.

Seven Minutes in Heaven with Jiyong

Fandom: BIGBANG/ OT5

Synopsis: At a party, Jiyong decides to liven things up a little with a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven…

Warnings: Fluff & a bit suggestive…actually, this chapter is the raciest. It’s not what I would call smut, but it’s skirting the edge for sure. lol

Author’s Note: This chapter is what happens when you draw Jiyong’s name…
And so, the leader came out of the bag last. :) This one also has a bit of a surprise ending… *gasp*

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


“Well, well, well… aren’t you the lucky one?” Jiyong said, looking over your shoulder to see his name written on the paper.

Your eyes slowly slid closed and you swallowed thickly. This was going to be… interesting. Ever since you had become friends with Bigbang, Jiyong had been flirting with you. But, much to the leaders frustration, you declined all his advances. You could tell that it ate at him, knowing that he couldn’t have you & people always want what they can’t have.

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Tell Me

Summary: Dean x reader. You’re stuck in the Impala on a cold night, so you find a way to stay warm.

Warning: smut, detailed blowjob, a lot of dirty talk

Word Count: 1900ish

A/N: This one was fun to write. Hope y’all enjoy it, too!

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A/N: I honestly don’t know how to titled this scenario. I was in the middle of working on requests last night and was hit with the need to write something angsty, and JB came to mind. Regardless, I hope someone enjoys this 4 in the morning rambling.

Genre: JB x Reader

Words: 1560

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

Originally posted by mixedangel

You remembered looking at him and thinking, “This is gonna hurt.”

The thought only becoming more dominant when outstretched hands interlocked on the same spine of a book. His smile devastating, like the rest of him: a hurricane shaped in the form of a man. Jaebum was all charm and brooding. His gaze always making your skin come to life, goosebumps of anticipation starting long before he’d touched you.

You could remember your first kiss: drenched and laughing under the weak shield of his soaked jacket. The both of you laughing as you struggled to wipe wet strands of your hair out of your face. It was when you’d looked to find his eyes dying of laughter that your smile wilted with your throat finding it so hard to swallow. If you closed your eyes you could still remember how he let his jacket go. The action exposing you both to the cool April rain, but you couldn’t tell the difference. Your body felt like it was enveloped by the sun, as Jaebum reached out to cup your cheek in his hand. His thumb running complacent over your cheek while his hooded eyes roamed your face for a sign of confirmation. A part of you wanted to scream at him for taking so long, but when he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips your world stopped. Your breath caught as you struggled to feel past how well they formed against yours; the way his hand delved into your wet hair or how your hands clasped tightly into his wet shirt.

You wondered if this was how new universes exploded into existence. The kiss deepening until all you could remember was a soft chill in your spine and the green hum of neon.

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I’ve seen that lately, @riza-hawkqueen and @aheartmadefullmetal16 have been feeling bad, and you guys are both amazing and deserve to be happy! So here’s some Royai fluff!!

Laura, I’m sure your exam went better than you think! You’re wonderful and smart, and I’m sure it was great!

Kaylee, I wish I could hug you right now, but I can’t, so I hope this plotless Royai fluff helps you feel a bit better!!

Riza stirred her glass of tea in the kitchen, her metal spoon making quiet scraping noises on the bottom of her mug. Due to the scalding temperature of the drink, the sugar cube she’d put in it had melted quickly, and it wasn’t before long that she could begin mixing Roy’s, and hoping the copious amount of sugar he usually enjoyed in his morning drink would actually dissolve.

Eventually, her superior’s sickeningly sweet drink was finished, and with Hayate dancing around her feet, Riza made her way back into the living room, where Roy sat, clouded grey eyes fixated on her as she entered.

Despite it being a month after the Promised Day, Roy was still blind. Doctor Marcoh had taken up the task of healing Havoc; a task which was taking infinitely longer than anyone could have expected.

After having had no use of his legs for months, poor Jean’s muscles had atrophied almost to the point where he couldn’t walk, even after his nerves were reconnected using Marcoh’s stone. The doctor had had to stay behind with the former Lieutenant in order to help with physical therapy, and to expedite the healing process of Havoc’s legs. While he could probably have used the stone to perfectly reconstruct every muscle to their former fitness, the man did not want to burn out his philosopher’s stone at once.

After all, he still had another crucial patient to heal.

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The Pleasures Of Healing (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader) - Smut One Shot

Originally posted by crowned-in-october

Summary: Oswald is hurt and has been admitted to the hospital. You’re his nurse and he turns out to be quite the difficult patient.


Warnings: Light Domswald, Vulgar Language, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Wall Sex.

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