#was writing him in a compression tee and got so turned on i started getting lightheaded and had to make this post

[devilfic]

*praying matt reeves puts battinson in a black compression tee so a 19 year old on tiktok with capcut can edit him twirling his slutty waist to an odetari song*

[sergeantnex]

hEHE Hello! Tubbo here >:) Host wasnt feelin good so i was wondering if you could write him a Trans Male Reader x Dream :eyes: he doesnt mind smut! but its all up to you B)))

AN: I went with tooth rotting Fluff for this one. ^^ I really hope you like it sweetheart ~HornedMother

Dream x Trans!Male!Reader: I Will Always Be Here For You (Fluff)

°•°•°Third POV°•°•°

He knew something was off the moment he left the house to visit with family and friends. He had promised Dream that everything would be okay, but being called 'she' was starting to become too much. No matter how many times (Y/n) corrected them or even asked them to stop, they never did. He took notice very quickly that his mind was becoming overwhelmed with various thoughts and emotions. Telling everyone he wasn't feeling well, he turned to leave heading for Dream's car.

Doing his best to drive safely, but quickly, (Y/n) just really wanted to get home. It wasn't long before he found himself pulling in to the driveway. Wanting nothing more than to curl up with Dream, watching a movie of something. (Y/n) stepped inside and was greeted with silence, now feeling nervous he moved to his boyfriend's Streaming room. The door had a sign that could be switched to show when he was offline or when he was live and currently it showed he was live.

Softly smiling (Y/n) grabbed his phone and turned on his boyfriend's livestream while moving to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Dream's laughter was as contagious as ever and never failed to make him smile no matter what was going on. It wasn't until (Y/n) was getting ready to get dressed that he felt that feeling return. Dream had ended his stream not to long ago and was currently making his way to their shared bedroom.

Dream was shocked because he hadn't expected his boyfriend be home this early. Dream moved to greet him but paused at the sight of his handsome lover side eyeing his reflection. He was all too familiar with the expression (Y/n) wore. Slowly Dream approached his boyfriend and placed his hands along his lover's hips. Gently placing his chin against (Y/n)'s shoulder while looking him in the eyes.

"You're so handsome." Dream whispered lightly pressing kisses to his shoulder before saying, "So handsome, in fact I feel jealous~"

His words made (Y/n) give a playful snort while shaking his head. His wet (h/l) (h/c) hair dripping droplets of now cold water on him and Dream. Grinning dream walked over to the closet and pulled out one of his hoodies. (Y/n) grabbed his loose tee shirt and moved to pull it on. Only to be stopped by Dream, who wore a soft smile.

"I got you something and I hope it fits properly." Dreams words were soft as he said it, lightly holding up a small package. Confused (Y/n) lightly took a hold of the package, tearing it open to see what was inside. There wrapped in clear plastic was a (f/c) binder.

Tears came to his (e/c) eyes at the mere thought that Dream got him a binder. Smiling (Y/n) ripped open the clear plastic, and pulled out the soft fabric. (Y/n) carefully pull the fabric over his head after making sure his arms were through. Pulling it down to cover his chest, the binder compressing his chest just right.

It wasn't to tight and squeezing the life out of him, but it also wasn't to loose and not holding everything in place. He couldn't help it, (Y/n) turn towards Dream with tears in his eyes engulfing Dream in a hug. Dream couldn't fight back the smile and reassuring squeezed him back, letting him cry against him.

°•°•°Dream's POV°•°•°

I had felt concerned when buying the binder, uncertain if it would fit properly or not. But now seeing (Y/n) wearing it makes me so proud, it fit him perfectly. Gently pulling him back I wiped away his tears, placing soft kisses along his face. Laughing (Y/n) lightly pushed me away, moving to pull on his shirt once more.

"I'm going to go pick out a few movies for us to watch, while getting snacks and drinks together for us." I told him before turning to leave the room. Greeting Patches with a bit of pets, I smiled as she followed behind me to the kitchen. Her tail swishing curiously as I gathered snacks and drinks.

"You know the drill Patches, we are having a movie night." I told her lightly petting her again before moving to place everything on the living room table. By the time I was finished making sure everything was ready he came in to the living room. Patches raced to greet him first making me laugh slightly.

(Y/n) left slightly as well, picking her up and moving over to the couch to sit down with her. As I sat down beside him all I could hear was Patches purring happily, all nuzzled up in his arms. Smiling softly I kissed his forehead slightly while petting Patches. (Y/n) smiled softly before placing a tender kiss on my lips.

"Before I start the movie I wanted to tell you that you are more handsome than you will ever know and I will do everything in my power to make sure you not only feel it but that you see it too." I promised looking in to his shining (e/c), my hand holding his tightly. A shaky smile made its way to his face, his own hand squeezing mine tightly. Pressing a reassuring kiss to his lips, I shifted so that he could sit comfortably between my legs.

His back now resting against my chest, his head tipped back so it could rest on my shoulder. Pressing play on (favorite movie) I let my fingers weave through his hair. It made me in incredibly happy I could help him even a little. I felt so blessed that he trusted me enough to tell me, and I won't ever break that trust.

As the noon turned in to night I lightly nudged (Y/n) encouraging him to sit up with me. He groaned at the movement, lightly complaining that he was comfortable. I chuckled and moved to clean up our snacks and now empty drinks. (Y/n) followed me so that he could feed Patches her dinner.

°•°•°Second POV°•°•°

As you poured Patches her dinner, Dream stepped up behind you. Circling his arms around your waist holding you closely. You smile softly leaning in to his body, bracing his natural warmth. Your hands up and down his arms tracing the muscles as you go.

"I know you have an appointment coming up soon and I wanted to ask if you wanted me to come with you. You know, so that if you get to anxious I could ask the questions for you or even just be there to hold your hand?" He asked softly. His voice was smooth and calming with each word. Dream knew how important the appointments were to you, after all he made sure to reach out when he had questions.

It helped him learn and it gave him ideas of what would best help you in anyway, and he was there every step of the way. Dream was every bit of a simp for you, and it showed. It started out with Dream correcting people when they misgendered you. To him asking if there were any triggers to the gender dysphoria that he could help with.

It meant more to you than you could voice that he was there supporting you in every way he possibly could. Just knowing Dream was there supporting you eased your nerves, so him coming with you to an appointment? That was an absolute yes. Turning in his arms, you looped your own arms around his neck holding him close. Nodding your head against his shoulder answering his question.

With how today had been your emotions were all over the place, coming home to such a loving and supportive boyfriend made things better. Dream chuckled lightly pulling away to guide you down the hall towards the bedroom. As he helped you remove the binder he explained that he had read they should never be worn for more than 8-10 hours or to bed. Your heart melted at how much time he had spent researching ways to show his support.

As the two of you laid down for the night, you pulled Dream close. Tucking your head under his and looping your legs around his. His hand brushed along your sides before pulling you as physically close as possible. In a hushed tone you began thanking him for supporting you, thanking him for being there, even thanking him for loving you. Large hands gently cupped your cheeks making you looking up towards him in the dark room.

"I made a promise to you, I swore that I'd love and support you every step of the way when you told me. I plan on staying true to my words. I love you no matter. I don't care what others have to say because it'll never change my option on you." Dream's words were soft but full of confidence. Softly his thumbs rubbed your cheeks and his lips brushed against your own.

"To me, (Y/n), you are the brave and so incredibly strong that it leaves me breathless. You are always so kind to everyone regardless of what they say to you. That alone makes you the greatest man in the world. I want you to know, I will always be here for you." Dream whispered against your lips. He held you close when you began to cry from his words. One hand buried in your (h/l) (h/c) hair while the other rubbed your back.

You couldn't help but cry at his words after the day you've had. After going out and being misgendered at every turn, only to return to a supportive and caring boyfriend made things way better. Mumbling 'thank you' and 'I love you' through your tears to Dream as you clung to him. You could feel his smile against you neck as he whispered back 'I love you too' and many other compliments.

As your tears dried, laced your fingers with his own wanting to hold his hand as sleep now pulled at your mind. Between the overwhelming day out and now after crying, sleep was nearly irresistible. Dream waited until your breathes evened out before kissing your forehead once again. Pressing his head against your own as he to fell asleep holding you close.

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[primavera-cerezos]

what’s that? I’m supposed to be sleeping? no, thank you. I would rather write 900 words of genderqueer Hermione Granger.

tw/cw: looooots of talk of top surgery (not graphic), coming out to self/others (overall very positive)

not betaed. it’s 2am folks, we ain’t got time for that.

At 20 years old, Hermione Granger decides to get top surgery.

“I’ve never liked my chest,” they explain to Ginny, who nods in understanding. “It’s in the way, makes my tops fit funny, and… I just don’t like it.”

Hermione is, of course, quite familiar with gender affirmation procedures. They’ve read all about them, both the magical and nonmagical sorts. The people who get them, the surgical techniques, the aftercare. It’s all very clear. Trans men get bilateral mastectomies and other breast-tissue-removal procedures to make their chests match those of men who never formed breasts.

The thing is, Hermione is not a trans man.

But they read in a book—a muggle book, one they’re reading for Harry’s youth group—about a young person who doesn’t identify as a man or a woman. That led to a delightful rabbit hole into nonbinary gender identities (with brief side trips into computer coding and children’s movies), and several days later, Hermione emerges, library-dusty and fueled by knowledge.

“Is there a new name we should use for you, dear?” asks Molly, but Hermione shakes their head.

“No,” they say. “I like mine.”

They try muggle binders and compression spells, but it’s no good. There’s always the presence, the awareness. No, there’s only one thing for it.

“We love you,” their parents tell them. “Girl, boy, whatever.”

“I love you too, but I’m not a ‘whatever.’” This comment leads to some terse conversation over dinner and, later, quiet book recommendations. Their parents call the next day and apologize.

Ron offers to tailor Hermione’s wardrobe to fit their new measurements, once they’ve recovered enough for a good fitting. “Mum didn’t teach me a hundred seamstress spells for nothing,” he says with a shrug. “You want to get pho tonight?”

Hermione sees a muggle GP and is horrified by the amount of red tape around top surgery. They decide to start volunteering with a group that lobbies for reforming the requirements for gender affirmation procedures.

That’s all well and good, but then they see some post-op photos right after a bad bout of food poisoning and determine that muggle techniques are not the way to go for them. Nonetheless, they make up a spell to auto-dial MPs with gender-related medical best practices.

They visit St Mungo’s, but there isn’t a gender ward, or even a breast ward, so they find Draco and force him to figure out who they need to talk to.

“I’ll bloody do it myself if you don’t let me piss in peace, Granger,” Draco threatens, to which Hermione responds with direct quotes from the Healer Code of Ethics while standing next to Draco’s urinal.

A resident from Canada is located in the basement of the hospital. Elena Pfeifer, it turns out, worked in Ontario doing magical plastic surgery for several years before moving to the UK. She’d done a number of top surgeries and trained under the best-known top surgeon in North America, who had invented the magical version of the procedure.

“Well,” Draco says, “let’s bring him over.”

Healer Horatio Jackson-Torton is a very tall, very pleasant man. He and Harry get along like they’ve known each other their whole lives. Harry takes Horatio to the youth group, and by the end of the night half the kids have decided to become healers.

Horatio agrees to perform Hermione’s top surgery at St Mungo’s and demands any available surgeons observe. Having never been demanded to do anything before, the Healers comply with baffled curiosity. By the end of the two-hour operation, three of them have registered to study in Ontario under Horatio. Elena Pfeifer feels extremely smug the entire time.

Hermione’s recovery is quick, any pain alleviated by the way their sweaters drop from their shoulders to their belly with any interruptions. True to his word, Ron alters their clothes, and spends every moment telling Hermione how amazing they look. Hermione, who spends more time admiring themself in the mirror than they ever have before, agrees.

Molly brings stacks of dinners and baked goods, and Arthur listens with fascination as Hermione tells me about the muggle way of doing it. Harry and Draco come over to eat Molly’s food and watch Hermione’s new television. Draco french braids Hermione’s hair and Harry rubs their feet.

Four days after the surgery, Hermione is ready to go shopping. Ron’s done a wonderful job, of course, but they want to buy the kinds of clothes they’ve been eying for years. They spend at least a paycheque on button-ups and cardigans and a couple of blessedly-flat-fitting pocket tees. It’s all lovely and they feel delightful.

They help Ginny pick out a binder to try, and then they think better of it and invent a binding spell. “You can’t play Quidditch in a binder,” they explain, “but with the spell you can breathe safely.”

A group branches off from Harry’s, trans kids and genderqueer kids and kids who don’t quite know what they might be, but who like wearing their older sisters’ dresses. Harry hires two social workers from Canada to run it. Hermione marches in protests for fair treatment for trans people in the UK and sends hourly owls to Draco until he agrees to fund a gender affirmation ward at St Mungo’s.

All in all, Hermione thinks years later, swimming topless at the beach with their friends, it was a very good idea.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Can I have a Nathan x Violet angsty drabble with #50 from list one? Thank you, love you!!!

Fandom: Nathan x Violet

Warnings: Violence, gore, swearing, some sexual innuendo

A/N: THIS WAS SO DELIGHTFUL!! And I LOVED writing this. Even though I cheated a bit 😉 Prompt 50: "Holy shit, you're bleeding!"

Nathan curled up in the fetal position on Violet’s spare bed. She was so wasted that the only blanket she managed to hand off was My Little Pony. Either she was hiding a kid, or it belonged to a niece, cousin, or very surprise half-sister. Nathan knew all about them. Now he struggled to cover his upper half and lower half at the same time.

I mean, he was grateful he had a bed to sleep on. Hard metal and a dirty piss smelling cot in a jail cell wasn’t right for any human. Still it was December in the desert. Why had no one told him how bloody fucking cold it’d be? He couldn't sleep in a suit, and Violet was in no state to get to the casino now.

Nathan felt lost without his phone now that he had freedom. Not that he expected there to be any messages. Some new guy answered when he called back in September. He wasn't allowed to call his parents (bridges burned). And after two weeks he gave up hope Marnie would show with the baby. Why should he expect anyone to give a shit? He took the piss outta Simon constantly, poked fun at Alisha’s rotten power, and gave Marnie a one ticket to fuck off, Nathan land. Seriously, mate, you just handed over $10k.

Well first you conjured it in her twat, you dumb cunt.” Nathan raised his hands up in front of his face, “You're only doing good from now on! You cheated Spider-man with Curtis. Take that advice yourself, mate.”

It wasn't his hands that caused chaos during his testimony. It was Violet. She got under Nathan’s skin at first. There were ladies who told him to scrape off, but he eventually wore them down. Eager Irish puppy who never tired of the chase. But this bitch.. Woman.. Woman, she was a woman. Not his usual maybe 18 or 19. She was thirty. That's a mortgage paying, health care, 9-5 working adult.

Nathan’s cheeks burned from the embarrassment of HER taking the piss in front of all those people. He THOUGHT she liked him, but that ice queen indifference to him drove him barking. Do a little magic? She tells him Copperfield is better. Makes himself as presentable and sexy as ever? She calls him a bloody stick bug. He made that cunt’s tongue literally fall out when he slapped Violet’s ass. Even Nathan refrained from those shenanigans tonight. Violet’s reaction?

“You want another pint?” OF COURSE HE DID, AND NOW HE WANTED HER.

Nathan failed his arms and legs and beat them about the mattress frantically like a temperamental child. He kicked the nursery school cover off and rolled out of the bed to continue his rampage of blanket searching. He stumbled into the dark hall and immediately slammed his knee into the door frame.

“Bloody cock fuck,” he uttered.

The pain in his was jarring, but Nathan turned back to his room. He heard Violet rummage around in her room and then caught her stumbling drunkenly past him. She had not adjusted to the dark yet. He stepped out of the room as she swung back around and misjudged just how close the two of them were as he opened his mouth:

“Hey Vi do you have any-” the words didn't get to come fully from his lips.

Violet’s body, one Nathan anger wanked to before the trial (he's still a hot blooded 22 year old!) collided with his own. Soft breasts beneath an off the shoulder tee shirt molded perfectly into his chest. Then his brain registered a searing pain that consumed him from deep inside out towards his limbs and brain. Violet had stabbed him clean through the heart.

Nathan’s mind clouded as Violet started to panic. He was acutely aware of every single beat that strained around the knife. His skin grew warm and a coppery scent filled his nostrils. Blood. It was blood from around the knife.

Not again, he thought. The Virtue disaster. It took twenty minutes for him to die properly. The world upside down. He blacked out before. The shape-shifting wench and a sewage pipe or water pipe that cut through him and stuck out a few feet. He had stood on tip-toes to alleviate some pressure that bore down on his lungs and organs. That time his death came after almost an hour.

Violet’s voice registered in octaves only a dog could hear. Or Jeremy, a fleeting thought. She'd call 9-1-1. She can't call them, he'll be back soon. He always came back.

“NO!!” he felt himself shout.

Violet was startled and screamed she had stabbed him. Hadn't meant to. She could fix it. Him. This situation. “Holy shit you're bleeding! So much.. but the.. “ the rest of the sentence unfinished.

Nathan straightened his spine and held onto Violet's arms. “It'll happen soon, darling.” Maybe that's what he said. “I'll be right new after.” He couldn't remember.

He brushed Violet’s bangs out of her face and a tear from her cheek. He relaxed as a calm washed over him. If he could, Nathan would just become Death and avoid this part all together.

“Sweetheart, I've been stabbed in the heart by women before but never,” he gestured to the handle pointed out towards Violet.

She kept screaming at him, but Nathan’s ears only heard his blood as it pumped slowly out of his body. Down to his stomach and legs. All over her nice wood floor.

“I'm.. immortal,” the words were labored. Christ it fucking hurt. That didn't stop Nathan from trying to get a grip on the hilt. “C’mon, Vi, give us a hand will ya.” Her mouth was agape. “I'll die quicker.”

Now that iron taste was in his mouth. Blood came down from his lips unexpectedly. He was bleeding internally too. Still she listened and pulled the weapon out of his chest slow and steady. Nathan’s legs finally gave out and he slid down the wall. Violet caught him up in her arms, something no one had done before.

It was gobsmacking how long this particular demise was taking. Nathan’s eyes lost focus and sight not long after he hit the floor. He started to shiver as his life spread all over Violet's hallway and her hands. And legs. How warm her hand was as it compressed the wound in his chest.

Violet hummed a song that Nathan swore he knew, but his brain finally started to shut down too. She sang only to drown out the wet gurgling noises that hung in the still air. It was nice to have a lovely face so close by as he faded.

Nathan had one last fleeting thought as he died. Violet's fingers were tangled up in his hair as a comfort. The next time she had her hands on it, he hoped his head would be between her legs.

Tags: @robertsheehanownsmyass @bisexualnathanyoung @immortalled @super-unpredictable98 @joz-stankovich @elliethesuperfruitlover @magic-multicolored-miracle

[writingsofmyimagination]

Game Night

@local-alicia sent me this request:

Could you perhaps write a smut where y/n is having a sleepover with the maknae line and things get out of hand?

So this request I took as ‘things get out of hand with all of them’ :P So of course for a one shot this means there’s definitely some crack and some Ho behaviour; but it was super fun to write... so thank you and hope you enjoy!

Maknae Line x Reader (Sleepover AU)

Genre: Smut, slight crack :P

Rating:18+

Words:2889

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (Oral F receiving, implied M receiving, penetrative sex, thigh riding, tiny tiny bit of throat compressing), mentions of alcohol, spilt nachos (the tragedy).

Enjoy :)

“Hey!” you whined as Tae shoved you in dramatic victory when the kill scores finally came up on the screen.

“You only got two more than me, not exactly a sliding victory” you defended re-calibrating your cross legged position on the sofa.

“A victory’s a victory” he rightly stated beaming that beautiful smug box smile at you, recently washed fluffy chestnut hair draping over his forehead like an ethereal waterfall.

“Fine, snack break?” you’d let him have this round, confident in your ability for the rematch. Tae offered you a hand pulling you up. The douche purposely pulling you too hard flinging you sliding across the wood floor, your socks acting as perfect catalysts. You stopped yourself going any further by grappling onto the divider wall behind the flat screen

“Dick!” you bit, sticking your tongue in his direction in retaliation.The kitchen was neat and open, a large rectangular black marble topped island surround by a few bar stools. Your first mission, find the popcorn. You had a selection of white cupboards above the sides to choose from, your silent hesitation cried for assistance.

“Third cupboard” Tae directed with his head as most of his body was shielded behind the silver door of the fridge, the light illuminating the shine of his brown hair.

“You guys never put stuff in the same place twice” you complained, crinkling of the plastic wrapper from the popcorn, the butter aroma quickly rising to you.

“You really expect us to be organised?” The chip and dip was now joining the box of popcorn on the island.

“Fair point” you agreed beeping in the three minutes on the microwave leaving the pair of you with just the whirring and slow popping starting.

“When will the others be back they know its game night right?” leaning against the island.

“Yeah, you know what those two are like with their dance practice, they shouldn’t be late”

“Well that depends if Jungkook has a shower there doesn’t it”

“You know what, I’ll message them” he announced, you chuckled lightly.

“You’re so pretty when you smile” the camaraderie in his tone had dissipated and all that was left was a sincere compliment.

Weird, this is soo…

Before you’d even shoved your thoughts into order you were pressed against the counter, willingly wrapping your arms around his neck welcoming his lips to yours with an intensity out of nowhere. You didn’t fight any of it fully surrendering, his body pressing to yours. His hands fighting their way under your shirt. His hands traced your outline fingers dancing delicately on your skin.

“No bra?” he breathed taking the easy access in his stride.

“It’s a sleepover night, got to be comfy… easier to beat you” you breathed, suppressing the moans in your throat both of your lips twisted up into a smirk against each other

“How’s that working out for you” his raspy voice replied at your ear

“Its..” your head rolled back, answer hindered by the hand that had trickled down under the waistband of you trackies

“Feels like you like losing” he acknowledge through an impressed exhale at your neck. A faint click reached your ears, a small warning. The pair of you parted; quickly! Launching yourself away from each other. In the fluster and scurry all the tortilla chips scattered across the tiled floor.

“Shit! You exclaimed

“Easy Y/N you started drinking without us?” Jungkook toyed, holdall on his shoulder tugging his oversized black tee revealing the prominent defined collar bones

Stop!

“No, this idiot just thought he’d be funny and tackle me” His eyes grateful for the save while yours told him to sort himself out.

“Honestly Tae, think of the chips” Jimin added filing in after Jungkook slumping his bag at the door.You took an interlude to the popcorn duty and found yourself down on the floor cleaning up the mess, side eyeing Tae disappear to his room.

“Hope you’re ready” Kook checks collecting various bottles of alcohol from the cupboard, clanging them on the side.

“Hope YOUR ready, I swear if you shoot me this time just once. You’ll wish you never been respawned” Jungkook seems to have an ‘accidental’ habit of shooting you despite all of you campaigning on the same team. He’s never quick enough to hide the smirk that grows seconds before he pulls the trigger.

“I’ll do my best” he chuckles.The bass of the sound bar reverberated through the room in a dull boom as Jimin booted up all the sound systems. Tae emerged swamped under multiple duvets, chucking them on the floor before shuffling to fold them and create a comfy space in front of the TV.

“I guess I should go grab some more chips from the shop before we start, and don’t even say they are fine Jeon Jungkook, that’s gross”

“Fine but I’ll come with you”

“I’m more than capable of carrying some tortillas”

“You say that” he motioned his hands to the bin

“Besides the walk will be more fun with me”

“Fine” playfully rolling your eyes for him to see. Genuine lights sparked up from behind eyes as he bounced and grabbed his shoes.

//

The air was surprisingly warm given the 7pm time, everywhere was still bright and a low energy breeze caught you pleasantly as you strolled towards their apartment behind the security gates.

“I reached a new bicep curl PB” Jungkook beamed as we approached a door labelled ‘Gym’ prompting this new development. The hall way was carpeted a light royal blue, the walls papered a pale beige adorned with a more silvery beige pattern of fancy floral design. More like a feature wall than a hallway one but the luxury mirrored the apartment’s status.

“Yeah? Even the 30kg weight I set you?” your tone pitching at the end. He nodded.

“Prove it” you challenged, enabling Jungkook’s pride. It was cute, so you were happy to humour him. He beamed as he typed in the code on the door; thankfully the gym was empty. You followed him past the spotless cardio equipment to the free weights area. Plonking yourself and the carrier down on one of the benches your eyes following his every move as he thinned his layers down to just his t-shirt rolling the sleeves up for maximum bicep view. You certainly wasn’t going to complain.

“I thought you were showing me your bicep curl” you’d watched him step over to the next area with nothing but blue mats and sat himself down

“Warm up push ups”“Oh I see” you lightly chucked mildly unimpressed. His form was perfect, back straight, going low enough and legs straight. He made them look so easy.

“Get on my back” he ordered in his soft tone, smile making it hard to respond in turn.

“What?”

“Sit on my back” he said again. You made your way over to him with hesitant steps.

So they ARE easy for him

You exchanged amused glances, two people unsure of where this was going. You slid off your shoes and did as you were told.

“Mmm higher, more in the centre of my shoulder blades” he instructed adjusting to your weight.

“Here?”

“Perfect, try and keep your weight all in your body and not in your legs so much, ready?”

Nope

Your right hand was pressed at the base of his neck the other was screwing his shirt up within your fist for any type of support. The ripple of his muscles did not go unnoticed beneath you, the room was silent, just his concentration and his controlled breathing as he slowly lowered and pushed you back up a few times; you giggled as you wobbled slightly. He followed suit his concentration and strength breaking as he collapsed under you. You fell backwards tumbling half on the mat, your legs nearly clipped his head. He shuffled onto his back in beat while you quickly found your way to your knees.

“So you’re not THAT good then” you toyed

“You distracted me” he countered, his hair half covering his forehead in a messy picture framing his face.

“You asked for it!” you protested smacking his side. Before you could retreat you hand was gripped in his. You followed his pull caving in to where he wanted you.

What is with these boys today. Why am I not complaining? what is wrong with me?

“Can I ask for this now?” so innocently spoken, like a puppy asking for your last biscuit and not palming you through your loose trackies;

“Think you need to be more specific” you teased greedily rolling in to his palm biting your lip through a smirk stifling a moan. Your body flushed with adrenaline, you needed some kind of relief especially after earlier. You took his hands at your mercy pinning them above him your hips rolling being greedy for all the contact of his bare thigh, shorts had been pushed up slyly on purpose by yourself. His eyes latched onto your movement

“Don’t go shy on me now Kook!” you teased nudging his head to the side stealing a gasp, lips nipping at his collar bone.

“I want this” he breathes

“I want to see you fuck yourself on my thigh” hips grinding harder for a stroke.

“Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm”

“But I want to feel you” he added, you’d do anything for those eyes, hazel shimmering pools of lust right now so you slipped off your trackies.

“And the rest” he added eyes greedy transfixed on your underwear falling to the floor. The direction of your focus however was on the door.

“No one comes in here at this time, trust me!” oddly you did, if anyone was going to know the extent of the gyms usage it was him.You both unanimously groaned at the contact

“Good?” you breathed holding your hips motionless

“Feels really fucking good” Your hands found their way underneath his shirt and your nails lightly indented at his chest, you damn well wanted to feel those muscles tensing underneath you. This was clearly a thing for the pair of you.

Your hips took no time in finding the perfect rhythm, the way his eyes stared at down at his thigh watching every movement. His eyes beautifully blown out often switched up to you watching your face crease in pleasure. Seeing his face crease equally was a sight you wanted etched in your mind; the small breathy groans tied your stomach in knots adding to the build-up you could feel in your core.When your hips started pushing harder into him happily gaining momentum chasing your high he threw his hands pressing into your sides stopping you.

“I want to be tasting you when you cum” Supporting you with one hand he had you on your back, tracing down your body with kisses gently nipping your breasts. You pressed your hips up to him when his mouth covered your clit hands tangling in his soft long hair.His tongue flat licking the length of your folds before honing his attention to your throbbing bud. Sucking lightly before going side to side in rapid movements, simultaneously thrusting a finger into you

“Jesus Jungkook” you cried. He hardly faltered only stopping a few frustrating times to catch his breath.

“Right there, god don’t stop”

You bucked your hips harder against his tongue and stilled his head gripping tighter in his hair as the sweet pulses surged oxytocin through you. He carried on applying pressure until the aftershocks had finally stopped.

“We better get back” his chin glistening with his work, satisfied smirk plastered at his lips.

“I don’t think so” you disagreed pressing up onto your elbows pulling his chain having him captured in a kiss.

“You are not going anywhere until I’ve sorted that” head looking down at the bulge in his shorts

//

“Seriously where have you guys been, we’re snack deprived wasting away here!” Taehyung moaned, pausing the race Jimin and him were competing in.

“One that’s not dramatic at all is it, two we just got chatting on the stairs, sorry” poker face level pro.

//

Finally managing to beat all the boys in the arena mode! You’d spent months coming second to JK, victory was definitely sweet. It was standard on game nights to finish with a film, after much procrastinating on Netflix you’d finally agreed on Thor Ragnarok. None of them ever stayed awake for the whole thing. It wasn’t strange for you to cover them with blankets, they were dead adorable when they were sleeping. Another bonus of this was there was three beds free for you to choose from. Like the old Goldilocks story you always went for Jimin’s because his was the softest. It was like sinking into a marshmallow, absorbing you to sleep the moment your head hit the pillow.

Nudged awake by the feeling of the bed depress beside you. A gentle smile adorning your lips feeling him slowly creep up so his chest was flush against your back. Head nuzzling into the back of your neck; you shuffled back into him, grinding once your ass into his crotch. Big mistake, but not really.

Taking this as a que he ground back, this carried on until you felt him grow hard against you and the warmth began to pool in between your legs and your breaths had become more audible. His hand travelled underneath your shirt, exploring your skin. Leaving a trail of goose bumps up to your chest, kneading them still pressing into you from behind. Nipples perked with him rolling them in between his fingers. His warm breath fanning your neck in between the wet firm kiss at the top of your shoulder and the side of your neck. He pulled your hips more into him, legs slightly widening allowing him access to the top of your waistband. The tease ran his fingertips along your inner thigh upwards avoiding where you needed attention.

“Please, stop teasing” you whined in a whisper.

“But it’s fun” you rolled your head. He carried on teasing driving you insane; until you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed his hand and forced it onto your core. You moaned rolling your head forward into the pillow, his moaned dragged from yours.You left your hand resting on top of his as he took over circling your clit, only stopping to tease his fingers at your entrance. Enticing you to want more than his hand. Pulling his hand away, turning to him enveloping your hand either side of his head and pulling into you, kissing him with everything you could.  He rushed, desperately clambering on top you. Knee in between your legs giving you something to have contact with.

“God I can’t wait to fuck you” he panted scrambling both of your t-shirts off.

“Please, hurry up!” you whined still quietly conscious of the noise; disturbing the other boys.Bottoms discarded somewhere on the floor. Nipping at your neck, collar bone and your hand gripping round him in an attempt to hurry him up.

“So impatient” he smirked.

“Mmmhmm” you breathed. Following your wishes he finally lined himself up at your entrance.

“Beg!” he asked. Forehead against yours moans mixing in between you.

“Serious?”

“Yep”The teasing of his cock at your entrance rendered you way more than happy to beg.

“Fuck Jimin, please fuck me, I can’t wait to feel you inside me. Need to cum around your cock” you pleaded.

“Jesus didn’t know you could be so sexy with your words” approving thrusting into you. Your cry was uncontrolled and loud. One which tugged hard at Jimin’s pleasure centre. As much as he wanted to see how loud he could make you; he did not want the others to know, tarnishing his innocence. His hand lightly pressing against your mouth.

“As much as I wanna make you scream, you gotta be quiet baby” you nodded, completely agreeing.His hand slid down from your mouth, your moans sheltered as best you could. His hand gently compressing at your throat. Your head rolled back louder moans escaping. He just felt so good and the compression on your throat blew your mind, making your thoughts cloudy and blissfull. More moans escaped you, his brows knitting together leaving you empty and clenching around nothing.

“On your front, if you can’t be quiet at least the bed will absorb some of it” he rushed passing you a pillow to put under your hips. You lifted yourself onto your elbows only to be shoved face deep in the sheets. Good thing as he thrust back into you, fists curled in the linen, angling your head directly into the bed. Any cries now muffled.

“Much better” he grunted, hands planted at your hips keeping them secure. The angle he was hitting your sweet spot had all of your muscles at your core taking a heated run up to your release.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” the words had you clenching tight around him resulting in him choking out ‘baby’ and leaning forward more onto you. Lifting your head up from your hair as he re-stabilised.

“Fuck..Jimi…yes” You were gone. Seeing stars convulsing around him. Jimin’s hips jerked into you cursing your name.

“Please can this happen every game night” he panted crashing beside you on the bed.

[brattywriters-anonymous]

House Party 3

Erik's POV

Ibiza, Spain

Agroturismo Atzaró, Ibiza

Transcript from Inga: Parker sent over the assignment. Target: Eliaz Cruz Age: Thirty-two. Contract: Open Compensation: ten million our intelligence told us he'll be at Club O Beach Ibiza in the third bungalow on the right end. Got it 

"It's almost 8, maybe we should head out before he gets too fucked up and leaves." Mirah was putting on her skirt, "How do I look?" I almost dropped my nine millimeter on the floor. This girl looks good, damn if we had the time, I'd..

"Hey! Earth to Stevens!" "Oh, you look good. So you bringing a knife to this gun fight?" She nodded as she stashed the blade in her bikini top. "I'm old school like that." I laugh at her, "So... This is it for you?" She pointed around my figure I held my hands out, "What? What's wrong with what I got on?" She scoffed and giggled, "Its not much is what's wrong!" "It's a pool party! What am I supposed to wear?" "At least throw on a shirt, nigga! How are you supposed to conceal your piece?" I found a compression tee I packed for my morning runs and put it on, "Better?" She took a deep sigh, "Better."

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Mirah's POV

We left our villa to walk over to the McLaren 570GT that Inga rented us for the week."I'm driving!" I rushed over to the drivers side of the sports car. He trailed me over to the same side and shook his head, "No. You're not." I whined. "C'mon! You drove all day! And on our last mission! And on the way here! And whe--" "Okay! Okay! Damn girl! You whine too damn much!" He tossed me the key. "Yay!" I grinned and unlocked the doors.

I pressed the start button and Inga's voice blared through the speakers, "Hey team!" We vastly interjected, "We are not a team!" she chuckled, "I know! I just like saying it to get you two roweled up. Anywho, Club O Beach is about thirty-two minutes away. I sent the route to the GPS. Erik, please mind the speed limits! We can't afford anymore tickets on your license." "Actually, Inga, I am driving to our destination tonight!" She gasped, "Oh! Okay! Well, Mirah. Safe travels, buckle up, and I hope you have a safe mission." "Thank you!" As I traveled through the PM-804, we chose to travel in silence. "So....."

"Soooo..." Erik mirrored my attempt of breaking the ice."Can we talk about something? Thirty minutes is a long time to not speak." "I mean If you want to. I guess." "I do. So, tell me about you Stevens." "There's not much to tell." I sucked my teeth, "Why are you being so short with me? I'm sure we're gonna be doing more jobs together so you might as well let that shit go." I felt his eyes burning through my profile. "What you wanna know, MiMi?" "How old are you?" "Thirty-Three." "Okay. I'm Thirty. Where you from?" "A little bit of everywhere." "Everywhere like where?" He sighed hard, "I was born and raised in Oakland, Went to the Navy. I was stationed mostly in Korea until I joined the SEALS. Then I was in D.C. for three years. After I discharged, I went to Massachusetts for school. Spent six years there. After school I spent time in Harlem." "Damn, so you really from--" "A little bit of everywhere." "So which place felt like home?" I blinked in his direction, he shook his head, "None of em." "Oh..kay. Well, I'm from Miami. Born and raised. I moved to LA when I was nineteen, spent some time in film school. I wanted to become a director and screenwriter. Then I had to go back home to handle family shit." "Family shit, huh? What's that?" So he's gonna start posing questions now? Cute. "My momma lost her job and cost of living in Miami ain't no bitch. She was raised on what I like to call, Miami girl mentality." "What's the Miami girl mentality?" "Find a man with a bag. Keep that man with a bag. Boss up, and if he not keeping you, get with the next man..with a bag." 

"Tuh. Alright. What that got to do witchu MiMi?" "She kept tryna convince me to start stripping, escorting, or at least bar tending. I told her I just wanted to make films. She kept saying that's not where the money is right now, and we need money at the moment. So, I bar tended at a strip club for a year. Gave my momma half of my checks plus most of my tips for rent and she was always complaining that it wasn't enough. One night, a guy came in. He knew I was struggling and offered to help me. Under one condition." "You had to--" "Train. Sloan threw me full force into the assassin life. Gun ranges, cutlery training, chemicals, mercenary combat..all of it." "So, where's your mom now?" "I completed my first mission five years ago. I took my first commission and bought her a loft right on Ocean Drive. Paid the bills up a couple years and told her to leave me alone. She was hindering my growth. My goals. I had to separate myself. For that and the fact of my job could take away any family or loved ones I cared about at any given moment." He took my left hand. "I get it." "So what about you? You got any family?" "Yeah. My moms and pops died when I was young, I got cousins and an aunt though. They don't live in the states." "So is that why none of the places you lived back there feel like home?" He nods, "Yeah. My home is where they are." "Where is that?" We looked at each other for a moment.

Turn right on to S Rafe Joan Castello/PMV 812-2

I followed the GPS' directions. "So, where did you go to school?" "MIT." He shrugged it off like it was nothing. "Daaaammmn. You fine and you smart?" He laughed, "You think I'm fine, cutie?" Damn. I said that out loud. "Uhh.. I mean...You are attractive." I removed my hand from his to rub the back of my neck in nervousness. "Thanks. You not too bad yourself." I blush at his mediocre compliment. "So what you study?" "Business Administration. Then I went back for my Doctorate." "So, you're actually Dr. Stevens?" "Yup." "You get your Doctorate in business?" "Nah. Engeneering." Damn..he really is smart. "That's cool. So why don't you use your degrees?" "Who says I don't?" I clutched my pearls, "Ah! Ahkay! So we're multifaceted, are we?" I glared over at him, he sunk down in his seat and grinned, "We are." "That's wassup. This assassin life can be draining." "So you still film?" "Meh. Here and there. When I'm feeling it. You married? Got any little Eriks running around?" "Huh? Hell no! No wife. No lil nigglets. You got a man? Lil nigglets?" I burst out in laughter, "No. I am not married nor courted. And I do not have any little pokemon running around." He nudged me a little, "As fine as you are, why?" "I haven't been looking honestly. I never thought anybody would understand what I do or why I do it." 

"Why do you you kill, Miss Mirah?" "Dr. Stevens, I only do kills that are for the greater good. I'm not out here killing children, nor men or women that don't deserve it. The money is more than good. Which helps me gather my filming and writing equipment, pay for my expensive ass place, and my mom's." "That's plausible. I've been killing since I was fifteen. My first kill was strictly self defense. I was helping a woman, a man was beating on her in an ally back in Oakland. I was walking to my group home when I heard her scream for help. He was trying to...rape her. I saw the gun in his hand and I went for it. We were wrestling over it and I elbowed him in the gut. He dropped it and before I knew it I had it in my hand and PAA! I see his face all the time. Even during some of my other kills. I didn't kill again after that until I enlisted. All the countries I visited after, I had to kill to protect my brothers and sisters on the line with me. After that, I joined in a mercenary faction. We killed for the money. Every body I caught during that time was purely for the money. It didn't matter to me who was right, who was wrong. That's when I met Sloan. We were in the same faction. We never ran around in the same subgroups but after I left that life behind, he became my first associate." "So that's how you know each other.." "Mhm." "So why do you kill now?" He took a pregnant pause, which made me look back over at him, then he answered, "I kill now because it's necessary. Every hit now has either planned to take us or our client down. I can't have either if I want a steady cash flow rolling in. But after this one, I'm taking some time out. Spend some needed time with my family." I smiled, "That's great." "So, what you gon do witcho ten?" "Uhh.. I'm gonna buy my loft. Probably travel. Write and film more. I could finish a project just in time for the Sundance deadline." "Cool. Cool."

Continue on Es Novells, your destination will be straight ahead in 2.1 Kilometers

"If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?" Erik completely threw me off with that question. But I already knew the answer, "Africa. I don't know which country, but I've always wanted to go back where my ancestors came from." As I put the car in park, I looked back in his direction and he was already looking at me. "What?" "Nothing. I just don't hear many people say that answer." "Wouldn't you want to?" "Actually, that's--"

"Okay, love birds, it's showtime!" Inga's voice paraded through the speakers again.

--

Erik's POV

The pool's blue and purple lighting set the entire club area's mood, the up tempo Spanish music filled the space. And so did the crowd. It was so many tourists and party goers. Mirah and I both turned on our communicators, Sloan decided that he would take the lead, associating on this mission. I was incredibly reluctant to do it, but Mirah says she trusts him with her life. I agreed to disagree. "Alright Mirah, Erik. The less attention placed on yourselves, the better. Enjoy the festivities for a while. When Mr. Cruz gets back to his bungalow, I'll let you know."I held my hand out to her, "You do dance, right?" She looked at it and walked out to the dance floor, still mean. I trailed her as she began swaying to the beat. That sheer shit she got on was doing her ass all the justice I needed to see. I moved along with her, grabbed her hand, she spun around. I looked down at her face, she was taking in her surroundings. I almost forgot the mission. This is the second mission she's thrown me off of. I knew this partner thing was gonna be distracting. I looked over to my right to see our target and our intelligence, a blonde named Arin. She was his plus one for the night and she's been entertaining him with all of the drinks and drugs he could handle."Hola! You guys look so cute! You here on vacation?" a woman, probably in her early twenties, was standing to our side. I skewed my head. I don't talk to anyone I don't know. I definitely don't talk to anyone I don't know, outside the country. Mirah stepped between us, "Yeah. We are. We're--" "Newlyweds. On our honeymoon." I interjected, wrapping my arms around MiMi. "Ahh! Well, congratulations! We should toast to that!" She motioned for a waiter, he brought us champagne. "Salud!" The woman said as she gulped down her drink, looking directly at us. We followed suit, looking at each other. "I'm Teresa by the way!" Mirah took her hand as they danced together. "Mr. Stevens! No need to be a prude! She's just a girl trying to party!" Sloan's British accent came through my communicator, "You checked her out?" "Yes. Teresa Mendez, twenty two years old, exchange student from Madrid. She's a regular at the club. There's nothing to be alarmed about." I just danced alone while peeping the scene, looking for our target. He was in the pool with Arin. Her and I locked eyes for a couple seconds and she said something to Eliaz while pointing at the bungalow. I quickly stepped between the two women, "Honey! I need to borrow you for a moment!" Mirah rolled her eyes and told Teresa she'll be back. "What's up?" I turned her around and held her close to me, her head peaking above my shoulder so she could see what I was witnessing. "He's about to make his way over to the spot. Arin is gonna leave him alone, we slide in and close the curtains." She nodded, leaned back and looked me in the eyes. She looked focused, she looked ready. "Alright gang, he is going to his section! Get ready to close in." I took MiMi's hand and lead her to our destination. She pulled down my shirt, my gun was showing. I peered over my shoulder and grinned, "Now who's tryna look at who's booty?" She laughed and tapped my backside, "I never said I don't look!" I stopped, turned around and pulled MiMi really close to me, "Alright we're gonna act like a drunk couple and stumble into the bungalow. Got it?" She gave a slight nod, "Got it."

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Mirah's POV

Erik cupped my ass and I immediately felt the heat radiating between us. I wrapped my arms around him and leaned in to seal the deal. Once our lips touched, I let a moan slip out. Damn, his lips are really soft. I pulled away from him with a puzzled look on my face, not because I didn't know what we were doing, it was because I didn't know if we were acting or not. He grinned at me and closed our gap again. This kiss was more aggressive than the last as he walked backwards. I was trailing his movements until we fell into place. I grabbed his face and added tongue, he grinned against my lips and placed a slap on my left cheek. Which made me open my eyes to realize I needed to close the curtains. I grabbed both strings holding the two cloths open.

"What the hell are you two doing?" We heard a thick Spanish accent. We slowly broke our kiss, I stared at Erik, down at my bikini top then back at him as I reached behind him. He got the clue, he cupped my breast then reached beneath it to grab my concealed blade. "You two need to leave. NOW." 

Eliaz stood up with is phone in is hand. I pulled out Erik's nine millimeter and aimed it right at his head, "I don't think that's such a good idea, Eliaz!" "Nah. I don't either. I suggest you give that to me and take a seat."

"QUICKLY! THERE'S AN UNIDENTIFIED BOGEY. HE IS RUSHING TOWARD THE BUNGALOW...FOUR SECONDS!" Erik handed me the silencer, I quickly screwed it on and cocked the gun back. Erik looked over at Eliaz, put his finger over his lip, signaling for our target to remain quiet."THERE'S ANOTHER RUSHING TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE. BE PREPARED TO TAKE THEM OUT.", Sloan warned. I reached into my clutch to give Erik my emergency .22. He grabbed it and the first bogey swept the curtain back. I pulled him in and shot him close range in his heart. He fell. Erik caught the one on the right, we heard guests screaming and scrambling. We looked at each other, pointed our weapons at Eliaz, shot him five times. I shot two, Erik, three. We booked it out of the club and blended in with the terrorized party-goers.

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[lonastic]

A/N : Sooo, I wanted to try something new with one of the requests. This is my first time doing this, so you’ll tell me if you like it or not, thank you! btw excuse my poor writing and grammar mistakes 😅

Request :  When the boys are making fun of you because you never had your first kiss/ a boyfriend but finally admit that they like you [Seokjin ver] [Jimin ver]

HOSEOK VERSION

After a long day of work at the restaurant down your street, you finally were able to have some time for yourself. The first thing you did once you got home was to remove your clothes and jump in the shower. Get rid of the greasy feeling and all the frustration the clients gave you today. There wasn’t a day where clients didn’t get on your nerves. Some were kind of course, smiling and talking to you politely but they were only a small portion.

Stepping out of the shower, feeling relaxed and fresh, you took your phone to check your notifications. More than a hundred messages from your groupchat. You shook your head, sighing of exasperation, as the numbers increased. They must be gossiping about boys again.

And lost in between all the groupchat notifications, you saw that Hoseok has just sent you a message. All you saw at first was capital letters. And this boy likes screaming all the time. You chuckled as you opened his message first.

You almost dropped your phone. You weren’t expecting this at all.

Long story short, Hoseok and you were both friends who have never been in a relationship before, always blaming the lack of time, even though you two knew it was a lame excuse.

You met him a bit after the beginning of your first year at university. Seeing that you were sharing some courses together you started talking and immediately got along pretty well. At first, you were only classmates and never talked outside the classroom, then he asked for your phone number and you became more than acquaintances and hung a lot together. It was during a late night of studying for exams that he confessed, almost shamefully, that he had never dated before too. You were surprised at first. How could someone as Hoseok had never been in a relationship? He was kind, cheerful and on top of that handsome. How was it possible?

Your questions were all answered as you spent time getting to know him. Though, he was this social butterfly that could easily talk to strangers, when it comes to the girl he was into, he turns into a shy and awkward person and never dares to talk to her. Moreover, just like you, he wasn’t the type to date just to date and brag. Insignificant relationships didn’t interest him. If he was to ask a girl to date him, it was because he was sure at, at least eighty five percent, that the relationship could be serious and last.

This is why his message took you off-guard. He met this girl during a party last week-end and she asked him if they could see each other again and as the supportive friend you were supposed to be, you encouraged him to go on a date with her. He finally got so hyped up about it that he bet that he was going to kiss her the night of the date. That was so unlike him that you accepted.

Guess you were wrong.

A “pop” sound caught your attention. Another message from him.

You couldn’t help but smile. A part of you was relieved that nothing happened and maybe that it did not work?

Yeah, you were the one always encouraging him. What could you do anyway? He always saw you as his single partner and had no problem talking about the girls he lhad little crush on. You couldn’t just come and say “Hey Hobi, guess what? None of the guys you introduced to me didn’t interest me because I, in fact, like you haha!”

Impossible.

And act like none of those feelings existed was the best idea you came up with. At some point, they’ll just disappear, right?

You loved talking to this boy. Everything was spontaneous with him. You didn’t have to think before speaking or be someone other than yourself. Losing him was the last thing you wanted.

You would get hurt someday, you knew it. He will find this person, who will make him happy and there will be nothing you would do about it. However, for the moment, you just wanted to enjoy the friendship you had.

Broken.

This is how you felt while reading the message and realizing what he has just told you. Your heart compressed under your chest and you stopped breathing for a moment.

How come you didn’t see that coming? You were always with him, how could you miss such an important information? Who could that be? Someone from his other classes? Or did he meet her at a party?

You promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry the day it’d happen but you didn’t know it’d come so fast. And the fact that his messages were innocent and sincere made you hate the situation even more.

See? How could you confess to him when he tells you things like this?

He needs you y/n. You cannot ignore him just because of those stupid feelings. You told him, you’d always help him out, even if it hurts.

You started typing your answer but you couldn’t stop making typos because of your state.

“Damn it y/n, get a grip on yourself!” You muttered, getting angry. You erased everything and started again, this time trying to sound more convincing, so he wouldn’t notice anything.

What did he mean by you shouldn’t be? Of course you’d be jealous. This girl was about to have the man you liked and you shouldn’t be jealous? He really did not realize how painful these words were to you.

It made your heart raced. Who was it?

You mentally made a list of people you didn’t like or couldn’t bear but no one came up. You weren’t the type to dislike someone. Most of the time, you would just don’t pay attention to them.

Then, was it one of your friends? But when did they meet? And if one of them was hanging out his Hoseok, she would have told you? It’s part of the Girl Code, isn’t it?

You chewed your lips, apprehending his answer as you were playing with your thumbs.

“ ‘Only if you hate yourself”? What does he m-” You stopped in mid sentence, only to tackle your hand over your mouth. You look around your bathroom as if someone was going to pop out of nowhere to confirm what you just saw.

You read this simple yet confusing sentence again and again. Were you interpreting it right? Did he just say the person who was “special” to him was you?

You paced around the small room, attempting to comprehend what was happening.

“Come on, y/n, this can’t be the real meaning.” You stopped. “But what does it mean then?” You ruffled your hair, massaging your scalp.

You were going crazy.

Should you ask him to clarify? You didn’t want to misunderstand his message and make a fool of yourself...

The sound of a new message startled you and reluctantly you looked at the screen.

Your emotions were definitely doing rollercoasters. You went from surprised, to heartbroken and now your heart was racing of happiness and you couldn’t stop smiling. So the girl he was talking about was in fact you? You took your face in both of your hands and shook it, squealing.

Were you dreaming? If you were, you wished no one would wake you up.

You didn’t waste anymore minutes and replied.

After this shitty day, that was, without a doubt, the best way to end it.

You pressed the “call” button and waited for him to answer but you were redirected to his voicemail and this twice.

“Don’t tell me you’re sleeping, Jung Hoseok?”

You sent him several messages but he never replied. You rolled your eyes, a bit annoyed and put on your pajamas.

You were on your way to your bedroom when someone knocked on your front door.

“Am I expecting someone?” You asked yourself, confused.

Lazily, you walked to the door and opened it, only to find a panting Hoseok, dressed in his grey sweatpants and a large tee, take-aways in one hand.

“I told you I won a date with you.” He said, a smirk dancing on his lips.

[notnaturalanahi]

Time For a Little Break

Characters/Pairing: MOC!Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut, safe sex (this is not a warning, more like an advice), oral - female receiving, tiny bit of angst if you squint but none really, and fluff.

Summary: Dean’s feelings for you are the only thing holding him to the ground, aware of it you decide to do something about it.

A/N: This is the first thing I write in a long time that’s not for a challenge or a request of any type. Beta’d by the beautiful Kris aka @kdfrqqg . If you’re not already I will strongly suggest you follow her... NOW, go. Click the follow button I can wait. 

There’s a little spanish in there, translation at the bottom.

[Remember, feedback is the best way to show your love]

Time for a little break

From across the table, Y/N glanced at him again, a slight smile formed on her plump lips. Dean knew that she did it unconsciously, just because she caught him staring every time she moved her gaze from the laptop screen to the yellow notepad or to one of the books around her. He tried not to do it, he really did, but the way her brow frowned in concentration typing everything away, how she scratched her head and move of her silky hair from one side of her face to the other or the expressions she made while having some inside conversation with herself. Dean found everything Y/N did absolutely mesmerizing.

She leaned back against the chair letting out an exasperating sigh bringing both her knees to her chest hugging herself tight as she dropped her head, her forehead meeting her knees.

“You look like you need a beer,” Dean finally said. She strained her neck up to look at him and nodded rubbing down her trapezius.

“And maybe an aspirin… or better yet, do we have any ibuprofen?” she asked, showing a flinching pain on her face.

“Yeah, I have some,” he told her and left her alone on the bunker’s library to go the kitchen.

When he returned, he found her talking on the phone. He placed the beer bottle in front of her and the small pills; she gratefully smiled at him and continued with her conversation.

“Si.  De acuerdo, señora.” She nodded though the person on the other side of the line couldn’t see her. “Está bien, la veremos mañana. Por la mañana, si.  Usted también. ¡Que tenga una Buena tarde!” *

She hung up, dropping her phone on top of the pile of papers, and popped the pills in her mouth chasing them down with a big chug of beer.  It still surprised him how well she could speak Spanish and French, and even some German was sexy.

“Who was that?” Dean inquired.

“The maid,” Y/N said to him. He quickly realized it was from the case they were investigating. “She kind of remembers something, I told her I’ll go see her tomorrow. I’m really not in the mood to be doing that tonight.”

She got up from her seat and stretched her limbs, lifting her hands above her head and bending backwards to make her spine pop, moaning all the way through.

Dean swallowed hard, trying to conceal his arousal. To be honest he thought about her making those noises, every time he found himself alone in the shower room or late at night as he lay in bed unable to sleep. Dean couldn’t stop his hand from stroking his hard length up and down, gripping his dick tighter, picturing her beautiful mouth around it. Her lovely eyes staring up at him through long lashes, or the way she would squirm beneath his weight as he fucked her senseless. Lately those were the only thought calming him, since he had taken on the Mark of Cain.  He cleared his throat and shook his head, sitting himself down quickly to hide his erection.

“Would you help me,” she said to him innocently, crossing her arms below her puffy chest making it excel walking towards him as she turned around. He caught the hint; she wanted him to wrap her in his arms, lifting her in the air and make her upper spine cracked.

He knew how she felt about her figure, she would complain about it all the time. But for him it was perfect; she was perfect, shaped after the contour of an hourglass, big bosom, small waist and full hips. He loved her body; he fantasized about digging his fingers on those fleshy thighs, holding her in place as his head was buried between them, lapping her slick as he made her cum just with his tongue.  Then nipping his way up, to kiss her as he enter her, filling her to the brim, stretching her, cuming at the feel of her inner walls clenching around his hard dick.

He forced himself back to reality and stood up, never noticing of the tent in the front of his jeans. Dean grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back flushed to his front.

“Umm…” Was all she could say as she felt his hard on pressed against her lower back.

“What is it?” he asked in concerned. “Am I pressing you to hard?”

She started laughing. “No!” She chuckled. “You’re kind of poking me.”

“Oh fuck!” He dropped her immediately, making sure she landed on her feet. “I’m so sorry!” he apologized.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s-it's ok,” Y/N smiled, reassuringly trying to catch his gaze.  

Dean knew he fucked up; Y/N was nothing like other girls. When he finally looked at her in the eyes again, she only smirked and took his massive hands pulling him closer.  With both of her delicate hands she guided his to her waist;  mewling as she pressed herself against his front.  Y/N snaked her arms around his body and squeezed his ass, moving her hips; rutting against him.

One of Dean’s hands traveled up her body, caressing her breast as he made his way up to her face. She wrapped an arm around his neck bringing him down to her level, pushing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

She sighed breaking the kiss, eyes lust blown, same as his.  “I think it’s time for a little break.” Y/N whispered with a giggle walking away from, eyes still on his, taking his hand again and pulling him behind her towards the bedrooms.

Dean surprised her by lifting her by her middle and she wrapped her legs around him. He turned around the corridor before Y/N kissed him one more time. He put her down and flipped her to face the wall, taking her hands in his this time, he spread her legs with his own, their hands on both sides of her head, holding them in place.

“God! You’re beautiful!” He kissed and nibbled at the side of her neck, the sounds she made going straight to his cock. He bulldozed her against the wall, thrusting his clothed hardness on her ass.

“Dean!” Y/N moaned. “I need you in me, Dean.”

One hand let go of hers and he started fumbling with his belt. “Anything you want, Sweetheart,” Dean growled.

“Not here!” She demanded. “Take me to the bedroom.” He leaned down and kissed her jaw and neck, letting go of her completely and allowing her to lead the way once more.

Once in her room, he picked her up and in one quick motion he dropped himself down on the bed with her on top of him. Y/N hooked her fingers on the hem of her shirt, crossing and uncrossing her arms to pull it over her head.  Dean unhooked her bra expertly and sat up to bury his head in between her breasts, nibbling at her soft flesh.

Y/N pushed him back down and climbed off of him, walking to the nightstand, she produced a condom from the drawer and tossed it to him. Dean stood quickly to tower over her, he ducked his head finding her mouth with his, kissing her with fervor. Taking step after step, guiding her backwards. Y/N gasped into the kiss as her naked back hit the cold wall and simultaneously Dean squeezed her breasts, played with them, held them in his palms; testing the weight, the shape, loving the responsiveness Y/N revealed.

He parted the kiss, allowing her to breath freely for a few seconds before he replaced his fingers with his warm lips and tongue. One at a time he relished himself with taste of her nipples. He nibbled and flickled with the tip of his tongue before sucking each into his mouth, suctioning hard, feeling the front of his pants get painfully tighter every time Y/N arched her back towards him, her fingernails biting harder on his scalp and neck or jerked in pleasure, choking on her own moans.

When she was a whimpering mess Dean let go of her breasts and finally dropped to his knees. Desperate he pulled on both sides of his plaid, shaking his arms until the shirt fell off and rapidly pulled his black tee over his head tossing it to the side. Once free of the material restricting his movements he slipped his hands under the waistband of her yoga pants and tow them down, underwear included and for the first time since it begun he was able to ignore the constant throbbing of his right forearm as he delighted himself with the sight of her bared body.

On his knees, Dean walked impossibly close to her body. His nose nudged her folds apart allowing his lips to make contact with her soft wetness. Y/N cried out as he licked and sucked, bucking her hips and carding her fingers through his soft hair.

She was exquisite just as he imagined her, the taste, the scent and feel of her velvety walls around his digits, the way they fluttered compressing as she came. Dean couldn’t take it anymore and rose to his feets, turning her around like he did on the hallway, what it seemed like ages ago. Once more her cheek met the cold concrete surface.

“I want you like this,” he roared and grabbed her chin to reclaim her mouth when he nodded in agreement.

Y/N waited for a moment, listening to the rattle of his belt on the floor. Pushing her ass off the wall, craving Dean as much as he did her. Dean hissed in her ear and she gasped as his hot cock slid in between her ass cheeks and she thrust back.  His swollen tip feeling the entrance of her soaking slit.

“Put it on.” Was all she managed to say as she bit down on her lip anticipating Dean’s actions.

Dean complied. She shivered at the lost of his body heat while he rolled the rubber down his length, pumping himself a couple of times before he aligned his cock to her softness before sinking in. She cried out at the burning stretch and he could barely hold his release at her tightness.

“Dean!” she whimpered when he finally moved, sliding in and out of her.

Dean wrapped one arm around her chest pulling her completely off the wall and to help her stand in place and his other hand slithered down to her slicked heat, stroking the little bundle of nerves. Y/N bucked up as he allowed her to set the rhythm at first but he wasn’t able to control himself for long and soon enough he started to plunge forward, his ass pursed with every assault.  He panted into her neck and she angled her head to his side struggling to breathe deeply.

“Make me come again,” she begged with a sob.

Dean’s arm around her neck forced her head up, he kissed her, his lips dragged down her jaw and neck, quickening the flickers of his wrist and powering up his thrusts. The smacking of skin against skin mixed with sharp intakes of air and laments for release clouded the room and filled their ears.

Dean’s teeth bit down Y/N’s shoulders when she convulsed underneath him, her cunt pulsed acutely and he stopped resisting his own pleasure. Dean thrusted mercilessly, jostling Y/N’s body against the wall. It took him just a few more minutes of manpower to join her in the bliss.

Moments later they lay on her bed, all Dean could do was stare at her in awe, although his heart was already aching about the future risks of him hurting her. Y/N smiled, lazily and caressed his cheek. “Don’t over think it,” she whispered, her hand traveling down his body, provoking goosebumps all over his skin and wrapping around the dormant keloid. “Everything will be alright.”

*“Yes, okay, ma’am” She nodded though the person on the other side of the line couldn’t see her.  “It’s fine, we’ll see you tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, yes. You too. Have a nice evening!”

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Really bad drain thread!!!

We’ve all had them. I could write a book, as could so many others out there. Figure we can share our PITA day’s experience. Bragging rights or how you figured it out. Here is a disclaimer for handy hacks, handymen, diy’ers and anyone else who is not a professional Drain Cleaner, DO NOT ATTEMPT ANYTHING DISCUSSED IN THIS THREAD, IN YOUR HOUSE, ANYONE ELSE’S HOUSE, PLACE OF BUSINESS, INDUSTRY OR ANY PLACE ON EARTH! ONCE SPACEFORCE IS LAUNCHED, DO NOT ATTEMPT THERE EITHER! BODILY HARM AND OR PROPERTY DAMAGE CAN OCCUR! Before you start reading, grab a beverage and some popcorn... this is a long one... Had probably the oddest one yet yesterday! Had to reset a toilet for a landlord yesterday. He’s a no BS kinda guy, I like him, but we’ve butted heads in the past over price. So while my Master is working on his toilet he turns to me and asks “what I’m doing later.” Um... nothing.... “I have a city inspection at 2:15 today and my tenant texted and says his main line is backing up. I went there earlier to check it out, but no signs of a main line back up. The laundry stack is full though.” Me: “well that’s on our way to the next one, we can stop by.” (I already had my machines loaded for other jobs.) The best way I can describe the basement is clean, empty, dry and has two floor heights. The upper floor is about a foot and a half higher and the main line goes out “highwall” or into the upper floor with a pvc wye on its back, 45, tee for the laundry, clean out at the top no hubbed to the old cast. Sure enough, the laundry was holding almost to the top! F! So I go to the front clean out spanner plug and slowly pull it. No leaks.... shine my light down there and only see a solid slug of black sludge. Told the LL I’d run it if he wanted, but his best bet is a jetter. So we go outside, Master asks what’s up. Told him it’s a main line jet job. “Why?” Me “just go and see.” We all go back down.... this where I thought about posting in the soap opera thread... my Master says grab your machine. Really?!!! I know I can get it open, but why half azz it?!! I get tired of him calling my shots sometimes. Halfway dragging my machine up the driveway the LL stops me and says “If you’re sure it needs to be jetted, why just not have it jetted and not have to pay you. I agreed. Master says nope. Bring your machine. (The have a long time trust/friendship. For those who might not know, Drain Cleaning is my company, his is Plumbing, we are essentially two companies working together.) Ok, whatever. So I run the front clean out twice about 65-70’. I know the line, cabled it a few years ago... it’s about 60’ long. Pull back a some roots, enough to cause a backup, but not noteworthy. By this time my Master has the hose down there. Guess what backed up right away. So I get the blow bag. 20 minutes later seems to be flowing. Now on to the blockage between the ”highwall” or better yet “lowwall” clean out. Caught what I could in buckets. Shined my light in the clean out. Solid wall of brown! Got a chunk of 1” copper, beat one end flat to ream out as much compacted poop as I could to get the blow bag past the wye. Nope, started pushing right back out. So I cabeled twice to and from the front clean out to break the poop up. Reamed it out again with the copper and put the blow bag in. Master watched the front clean out. Said a 8-10’ black slug came through followed by a 6-8’ brown slug. We ran water for a good 2 hours until finally semi clear. To give you an idea how compacted this line was, and believe me, this is a thousand times worse than any constipation you’ve ever experienced... take a five gallon bucket, fill it only with poop, compress it so all liquid is gone! I wish I could have taken more pictures, but I burned through six pairs of gloves. The pile under the clean out was just the crap I couldn’t catch with the bucket. I’ve seen this before, but never to this extreme! No where even close! Tenant doesn’t want to call the LL thinking they’ll have to pay pay the bill because of tampons or wipes, but this case was straight up abuse and neglect! My invoice reflects it accordingly. My guess is they spent a week cleaning the basement before telling the LL. No way in heck did this line drain one bit in months if not a year! Back out at the truck I told the LL no warranty and when it backs up again... he interrupted me and said jokingly “Don’t call you!”. I said “Yes. I got you open, not cleaned out. You will plug again. Chunks of sh!t will fall from the top and collect and your plugged again! This time my Master backed me up. Yeah, thanks for making me do a half azzed job with my name on it! I give this LL a discount because of volume, I know he’s going to charge the tenant, so his bill will be full price. So let the nightmare stories roll in!

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