#Thank you all for being so wonderfully patient with my stupid ass

[cxpperhead]

Copperhead takes time to warm up to people. In his experience, most people cannot see past his appearance and treat him differently, be it with thinking he's creepy or worse, thinking him an animal due to his serpentine looks. Copperhead is okay with the latter; people who assume his intelligence is low or that he doesn't 'experience feelings' like a human only makes it all the easier to take them by surprise when they underestimate him so badly.

[groovycatcollector]

The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gape

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

AU:I am so sorry this is so long I’ve been in quarantine for seven weeks

Chapter 10

My ass was damp agent the wet garden chair while I brought the beer bottle back up to my lips, must have been an odd site, me sitting in a satin blue bridesmaid dress with a cheap bottle in my hand. The wedding was still merry and loud long after night fell. It was a lovely wedding, and now three of the seven Price children were gone and married. I gulped down the bitter drink (given to me by the eldest Mae, who now can’t drink thanks to getting knocked up) hearing Baba walking stick before I heard her call my name

“Natasha” only she called me that “you hardly tired now solnyshkuh” She sat next to me on the damp bench, ruining her purple dress.

She reached a hand out for me to hold once she was settled and I held it “No Baba, just taking a break” She hummed, shaking my hand affectionately. “Sonya found a boy” She remarked, her accent still thick, she only moved to America in her twenties. She didn’t sound pleased about the prospects of Sonya finding a dance partner “He’s too ugly for her”

He wasn’t ugly in truth, even I was a bit weak at the knees for him. He was Sherry’s mysterious cousin from upstate. He was tall with high cheekbones, and short black hair. He was partnered to lead Sonya down the aisle and took great joy in seeing identical twins. We chatting for a while before dinner all three of us, but I quickly excused myself to after Sonya gave me a side-glance meaning: “Please fuck off I want to sit on his face”. So I excused myself to go play with Florence’s new-born Daisy.

I chuckled and handed her the bottle, offering her a sip. I was closest to her, she choice mine and Sonya’s name, which of course it had to be from a Russian old book. Irena Katina Nikolaevna Lebedev was probably the proudest person I know, even prouder to still to be Russian. But Irena Katina Nikolaevna Lebedev didn’t like pretty boys, she didn’t trust them, and my twin had just found one to dance with at our brothers wedding.

“You” She took a swig, still holding my hand. “You find a strong man, with nice arms” I looked at her, her head covered in her shawl, and underneath I knew was a jungle of curls that travelled through the family. “No soft’s like Ray, a good man, perhaps rich man would be nice” Thin lips that often spat out scaving remarks curled into a smile. “Now come” Baba bent forward and allowed her walking stick to prop her up.

Despite the hair, the name and the honesty I have inherited from her, it was the eyes that I and Sonya got. Big dark eyes, but hers like looked at the world like she knew its secrets “I get you real drink, we are Russian, no Americans” I laughed before linking arms with her and proceeded to get hammered.

 Last time I was in a church I was in blue satin, now I stood in a white shirt, holding a small child in an onesie. Maggie, Glenn and Father Gabriel stood around to the holy water. I felt kind of awkward being back in a church for some reason, well more than awkward, I was kinda panicking if I’m being honest. I had barley decided on a name, why the fuck did I always zone out when they got mushy.

“What do you think?” Beau asked, leaning agents the fireplace looking fondly at his girlfriend chatting to our Grandpa. My curly head barley reached the mantel only being thirteen. “She’s real pretty” I said, and he, still not taking his eyes off of her, smiled. My no nonsense older brother finally got bit with the love bug. Florence and Mary-Grace already knew Noelle from school, but it was her first time meeting the rest of us; Dwight, the parents, grandparents and the kid sisters (that’s were me and Sonya came in)

Her dark hair stood out in the room like a sore thumb in a family of blondes and redheads. Mary-Grace and her bright flames of hair took Mae’s place next to Baba by the fire now she had moved out and gotten married. Beau, being the third oldest in the house at nineteen, stood a good foot and a half taller than me, with curls brighter than mine and Sonya’s, and blue eyes like my daddy.

Our house was really only one room that wasn’t used for sleeping, were we all were now. It acted as kitchen, sitting room and dining room all on top of each other since Baba and grandpa had to move in.

“How in the name of Moses did you get a girl like that Beau?” Sonya came sneaking up behind us “Seriously man she’s a ten and you are an ugly motherfucker” My image remarked crossing her arms over her chest. Beau simply rolled his eyes “language” he muttered before pushing her in the shoulder.

Everything was all a blur as Gabriel was mumbling Latin from a book, which in fairness is pretty hard to read considering it’s a dead language. “Name of guardian?” He asked finally looking up at me after taking the boy from my hands.  None of this felt real for some reason, I felt like I was in a dream. I shuffled my feet and licked my lips, my body getting nervous, deep breath Nina.

Pulling my shoulders back I announced myself “Natasha Ilyinichna Irena Lebedev Price” I heard a faint “Oh yeah I forgot she was Russian” from Maggie, forcing myself to smile at her.

Still not looking at my nephew or the priest. I focused on the cross behind his head, I was anxious to get this done with, to make sure he had sort of protection. My eyes darted around the room as Maggie and Glenn were called to pour the holy water over the baby’s head, both giving me an odd look and asking if I was alright.

 “What do you think of it all?” Sonya whispered in a hush as we lay in the dark, both of us trying to ignore the sound of our parents shouting. Parents shouting at the decision Sonya had made. “Think of what?” I asked, tucking the bedsheet up to my chin. She sat up in the double bed we shared. “Don’t fucking play me Nina” Her voice was harsh and bolder then usual, for a girl so reserved and gentile, she was pissed.  

She sat up and turned the lamp on, making Mary-Grace groan and tousle from the other side of the room. She sat up and crossed her arms, her mouth twitching “Well?”

Groaning I sat up too, not wanting to have this conversation. “What do you want me to say?” She was looking for a fight and I knew it. Her sporadic hand gestures gave her away “What you think? What do you think I should do?” Sonya’s eyes welled up with tears. I sighed “I don’t know Sonya, it’s a big decision”

She wanted to move to New York and live with Florence, who had a townhouse with her husband and two kids. Sonya had won a scholarship in the last pageant, and wanted to be an architect… and leave. New York sounded good, fun. Just far away. “Why do you even want to leave?” I asked with a sight, not understanding her longing to leave the safety of trees that surrounded the town.

“What do you mean why do I want to leave?” She looked at me dumbfounded, and a heavy air set between us. “If you were given the opportunity to get out you would too, I don’t want to be sewn to your hip for the rest of my life”. I raised my eyebrow at that, “You’re stuck to my hip?” I scoffed “Fuck off Sonya don’t be such a cunt” My arms got a chill looking at her face contort trying to control her rage.

“I think you’re jealous” She scaved, leaning forward into my face “I think you’re freaking out that you just realized you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing with your life” I leaned over her, not breaking eye contact, and turned off the lamp. My heart racing at her words, wanting to shout and kick and bite for what she said. But I didn’t. “I think you’re freaking out because you don’t know you who are without me” I whispered.

She stared dumbfounded, knowing I was right. Neither of us really knew who we were without the other. Didn’t matter if he had different interests, who liked pageants or cross country. Who was closer to Baba or Grandpa. We didn’t know who we were without each other.

I turned away from her pulling the bedsheet around me “Night Sonya”

“I aint going with you guys tomorrow, I don’t want to listen to you all the way to Roanoke”

 “Do you have a name ?” Maggie asked, just as they were about to pour the water on his head. Snapping back into reality, looking at the kid for the first time since we got into the church. “Uhh” oh shit yeah a name “Cain” I said, suddenly remembering “Cain Lyova Price” I forced a smile, not really listening.

Feeling a pang of grief for my brother that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. I watched them together drunk his head into the water, whispering prayers of protection. And finally he would be protected, not in this world but in death. I closed my eyes feeling a shudder down my spine, God don’t let him die.

My brothers child, that stupid bastard should be here not me. He could have given him a good name. I mean Cain? What kind of stupid name was that?

I felt all the anger and grief bubble up, making my chest break into silent sobs. No. Not now. I can’t feel it now. I smiled, whipping the tear that had risen in my eye, trying to pass it off as tears of joy before hugging the tree.

I take the kid- Cain, back into my arms, before smiling and saying quickly a thanks and how I had to get to the infirmary.

 **

 The infirmary was as it usually was, quiet. Today we had the riveting excitement of Eugene asking if a mole was cancerous, which it wasn’t as he’d had it for a few years and had not grown, moved or changed colour or shape.

“You okay?” Denise asked me just as our ‘patient’ left. I smiled picking up the bab-Cain and shaking a bottle of formula. “Yeah fine” I lied with a smile, not wanting to acknowledge the tightness I felt in my throat for my brother. The doctor narrowed her eyes, before sitting down in front of her cheat sheet. She was just about to open her mouth to argue when I interrupted “Yah know what I haven’t had in a while?” She knew she didn’t have to answer, my nerves giving me the gift of small talk.

“A good piss up” I stated, nudging the bottle into Cain’s mouth. I laughed to myself while Denise just looked at me confused. “Remember the boxes of moonshine we found? Do you think they’d miss just one?” My colleague stood frowning “Nine we can’t steal, we need them to disinfect wounds” Her scolding me, though not sounding entirely too agents the idea. I rolled my eyes as she came closer, putting a hand on the baby’s foot.

“So what did you name him?” She changed the subject, looking up at me and pushing her glasses back up her nose. “Cain” I whispered looking down at him. “Or Lyova, havn’t decided wich one I want to call him” Denise hummed looking back at him, whos hands were grasped to the bottle, gulping like it was his last ever feed.

“Lyova, havn’t heard that one before” She looked up at me “Russian, for Lion” I explained. She nodded before moving back to study her cheat sheet. “Makes sense if he has hair like yours”. I faked laughed, looking back down, his daddy had lighter hair, more white then mine.

A few hours passed, the normal routine had taken over when Carol walked in with her usual chirpy smile. “Hey girls” she sang, placing a basket on the operating table. I still didn’t trust her, felt like she wasn’t being honest for some reason, no one survives out there and still comes there smiling and cheerful. I figured she was a bit like me in that way, full of shit.

Carol turned to look at me, one hand on her hip “So, what did you call him?” jeeze everyone wants to know this kids name. “Cain Lyova” I smiled back, a smile equally full of shit of the one I was reciprocating. “Oh Lyova, that’s beautiful” She cooed, leaning down to look at him sitting on the floor shaking a toy.  “It was my great-uncles” I noted, not too keen on mention that he was fighting for the soviets in Word War II.

I smiled at her, the colour on her neat jumper suited her, a pale blue. “I was thinking” She straightened up and faced me “Why don’t we celebrate?” She gave a little hmmp after indicating it was more of a request then a question. I raised an eyebrow, maybe she was listening in before smiling. “It’s not every day we’ve something to celebrate, could invite one or two people over and have a drink tonight” shaking my head I let out a sigh. Well I can’t believe it my dreams just came true. “Ma’am I think you read my mind”

 I woke up to the sound of the creaks of heavy footsteps followed by the door squeaking open. It was cold, and Sonya was snuggled up agents by back protecting herself agents the snow that fell softly on the window. My first speculation was that it was some sick murderer dressed up as Santa to kill us, it being Christmas Eve but soon decided that it was just Daddy going for a cigarette.

Just wanting to calm my nerves I pulled myself free of my sister, and immediately regretting leaving the warmth of the bed once the sting of the December air. Pulling my shoulders up close to my neck to try keep the warmth from leaving my body, I opened the door of our bedroom into the sitting room to see the front door wide open letting the snow in. Rushing to see what is was I ran to the door and peeped out, scared shitless and freezing my tits off.

What I saw gave me an icy shock of what I would never get out of my head. Baba stood, bare foot in her white nightgown in the snow. Her curly hair down, reaching past her waist as she fell to her knees and let out a shriek. I turned and grabbed a blanket from the couch and ran out to get her.

“Baba” I called stepping down from the porch “Come back inside its freezing”. She didn’t turn to look at me. Just sat in the snow looking up at the pine trees.

“Baba” I called again, a little softer, I was only a few feet away from her now. Baba sat motionless, her knees now either side of her. I could hear her muttering in Russian, something about a sister

She was rocking back and forth, not breaking her eyes from the trees“Net net ne ona, ne snova ne moya sestra, pozhaluysta, ne moya sestra”. I placed a hand on her shoulder, making her stop rocking.

I cupped my hand under her armpits pulling her up before wrapping the blanket around her shoulders “C’mon Baba, let’s get you inside”.

 Oh yeah I was drunk. Glenn, Daryl, Aaron, Spencer and I may have ended up playing a drinking game. Turns out I’ve done a lot of things and slept with a lot of people because I lost pretty hard. Also turns out, I speak a bit of Russian when I’m drunk, didn’t even know I knew Russian that well, the more you know I suppose.

One or two people according to Carol turned out to be most of Alexandria, not that I minded, it gave me a break from the baby because so many people wanted to hold him.  I liked Carol, even if she was full of shit, I liked her, and I respect people who do what they can to survive. Though, seeing her be all flirty with Tobin was a bit gross. Then all of a sudden I looked around the room and everyone was flirting with everyone.

Anyways, now someone has Cain or Lyova or whatever to fuck I named him, and I was lying on the grass, pretty shitfaced. I liked looking at the stars, one good thing about this godforsaken shithole with dead sons’o’bitches walking around is that we have more stars.

I liked stars. I put my palms down flat to the ground to try steady myself from feeling so dizzy. The other hand rested carefully on my bottle, quiet comfortable on my own. Not wanting to be in a room with so many people. Last time I was in a room celebrating something was with my family, and now they’re all dead.

I heard a whistle behind me and I craned my head back to see, still not knowing who it was I raised a hand waving hi. “Hey kid” ahh the familiar grumblings of Mr. Dixon. “Mr. Dixon how nice of you to join me” I said politely as he stood above my head, he looked confused, but his cheeks were pink.

“Whacha doin’ out here?” Jeeze straight to the point. He was standing pretty close, his feet barley a centimetre from my head. I thought for a moment before answer “I went for a stroll, thought it could sober me up a bit” I was being honest. “Didn’t think I’d screwed so many  people” I laughed to myself, sitting up a bit to bring the bottle to my lips.

Daryl sat down with a sigh “I think you’d had enough” he went to take the bottle out of my hand but I pulled it away, cradling it like a baby “Heyyyyyy hold on a minute Mr. Dixon” He rolled his eyes, before looking away and looking back again. I liked his eyes, even if he acted like he was all tough his eyes were soft, and sweet.

 “So, why Cain?” He lay next to me, our shoulders barley brushing and my stomach suddenly did a summer sault “Well I thought I was being kinda clever” I slurred, my mouth not willing to articulate. “You know the story of Cain and Able?” One hand was rested on the bottle that hung loosely by my side, while the other was thrown up in the air, flopping like crazy.

“Nah, I don’t believe in that bible stuff” He said, moving his hands to rest on his abdomen, I glanced over at him “So who was Cain and Able” He inquired looking at me. I smiled to myself, feeling a sudden purpose in the years my Mama spent telling us the stories.

“They were brothers” I said simply “But when Cain killed Able God cursed him with immortality, no one could hurt him; he would forever be in divine protection” I trailed off, my arm still upright stilled.

“And I was hoping, with me killing my brother God would grant my Cain protection in this fuckin’ curse of the world” I sighed, feeling the guilt and remorse I had been keeping busy to ignore swung  up. I dropped my hand.

“’m sorry” He said and I turned to meet his face. “I had to kill my brother too” I’m not sure if it was the liquor or the grief, but I swear I could feel the ground pulsing beneath me. I looked at the archers’ face, all the lines and scares that told his story presented so plainly but all upstaged by the soul in his eyes. I suddenly felt like I knew him, or wanted to know him at.

For as much as we talked about our home lives it was only pre-apocalypse, never after. “I went out looking for him and found him as a walker, it really fucked with me for a while” he explained “He cut his own hand off right at the start, so he had this” it was his turn to lift his forearm “Badass knife put on in it’s place” He smiled, I like his smile, it made me smile too.

Daryl dropped his arm, and his smile. He turned his head back up to the sky but I didn’t look away, not yet. I decided to share my tale “I was on a run when he was born, and something must have gone wrong” Now I turned my face away, feeling my throat welling up, I barley thought about what happened, let alone talked about it.

“He-Cain must have then been quiet, because when I came in Beau was cradling Noel” I took a deep breath “Who was covered in her own blood, and I had just opened the door when he’d slit his own throat” My voice broke, and the corner of my eyes were stinging with tears. “But the fool didn’t go deep enough so he was just sitting there bleeding out with his wife” I let the bottle drop, not caring anymore.

I felt Daryl grab my hand, and I squeezed it tight. I let out a laugh, trying to brush off the sudden outburst of realizing that was the first time I’ve said his name in six months “Sorry, guess I’m just a sap” Jesus this is embarrassing, at least I didn’t vomit on his, yet.

I felt him squeeze my hand and I looked at him “You ain’t a sap, he was your brother” I smiled at him, grateful. I turned my head back up to look at the glimmers of the night sky. Feeling my throat well up again, I coughed, trying to keep it down.

I listened to the crickets, and the songbirds, and the thumping of my chest before remembering I was still holding Daryl’s hand.

“Yah know” I said, looking at him again “This is real romantic” My chest, previously stifling sobs was now bursting with laugher. “You and me” He said, smiling “Looking at the stars, holding hands, swappin’ stories about how we killed our brothers”

The stupidity and seriousness of the situation spurred my laughter on more

For the first time in nearly four years it was completely safe, I didn’t feel like I had to be ready to attack, or run or suddenly become a mom of a kid I didn’t make.

 It was just him and me, lying in the dry grass, looking at the starry sky.

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[strwbrryeos]

Close Quarters 04 (M)

SUMMARY; You are a translator for Bangtan, the only translator, actually, because of your fluency is so many languages. You work closely and directly with the group when they’re abroad, helping to tutor and prepare them for the interactions they’re bound to face. Being the only translator, you don’t get a lot of free time. BigHit makes up for it by paying you wonderfully, but BTS has other ideas on how to make it up to you.

Genre : Smut, fluff, au, fiction, fanfiction, series

Pairing : Reader x OT7⎥Reader x Park Jimin

Contains : sub!Jimin, dom!Reader, biting, dirty talk, praise kink, cum, cumplay, overstimulation, anal play, orgasm denial, blowjob, unprotected sex, creampie

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In a surprising turn of events, you’ve found yourself at the complete mercy of four far too attractive men, and you know it’s only a matter of time before it’s all seven. 

You enjoy yourself nonetheless—their attention gives you something to do when you’re on the road all the time. Namjoon and Hoseok worked Taehyung and Jungkook into their schedule fairly seamlessly. You’re not sure how it worked, but it was always a surprise. 

One day might have you snuggling up with Hoseok—no sex involved, just movies and laughs. The very next night might have you being fucked face first into the mattress by Taehyung while Namjoon watches, or maybe you’re riding Jungkook so hard the both of you are losing your minds. 

Either way, you never know what’s happening, and so in an even newer turn of events, when you were expecting Namjoon since you’d been with Hoseok and Jungkook last night, Jimin walks into your room. 

“U-Uh, fuck,” you stutter as you quickly throw on a shirt (you’d simply been wearing Hoseok’s favorite bra). “What are you doing?”

“Well, uh, I was talking to Hobi-hyung and Jungkookie and they-they told me to come in here.”

“Why?” A stupid question, really. You knew why. Hoseok wasn’t content to keeping you to just him and Namjoon. He really preferred to pass you along. He liked the way you so easily succumbed. 

“We just got to... talking and Taehyung and Jungkook were telling me some stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Yah, Y/N, are you really going to make me say it out loud.”

“No,” you giggle. “Sorry. Come here.” He does, but he awkwardly sits at the foot of your bed instead. His eyes are trained downward and there’s a very obvious blush on his cheeks. “Jiminie,” you whine, “please look at me.”

His blush deepens at the nickname, but hey obeys and looks at you slowly. “This is all just, um, kinda...”

“I know. I wasn’t really expecting to see you either.”

“Yeah...” he trails off, and the tension in the air thickens. The both of you know what you want, but Jimin doesn’t look like he’s going to take it for himself. 

Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands.

You shuffle from your position on the bed and move towards Jimin. He watches you nervously, but he doesn’t jump away. Your legs drape themselves over his and you prop yourself up on his shoulder so that you’re mere inches away from his face. “Why’d you come in here, Jimin?”

“Why’d I...”

“Yeah, why?”

“I, uh—” he pauses to look away embarrassedly, “I got kinda jealous.”

“Jealous?” you laugh. “Of what?”

“O-Of Taehyung and Jungkook. I mean, they both got to have you, and Hoseok didn’t even consider asking me.”

“Well, didn’t he?”

“What?” “Well, I mean, that’s why you’re here now, right? I know Hobi sent you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. He saw how jealous I was getting just talking about it and sent me over here.”

“You were, jealous, baby?” you coo, rubbing his shoulders. “Why? You know you could have me at any time.”

His blush still hasn’t gone away, and you’re really doing nothing to help him. 

“I don’t—”

“It’s okay, baby,” you whisper sweetly as you lean in to place a soft peck on his cheek. “Just tell me what you want...”

“I want... you. To myself.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you giggle. “I think you have to share. There’s one of me and seven of you!”

You carefully maneuver yourself to straddle his lap and begin peppering his face with kisses. His nose scrunches cutely, and the both of you are smiling brightly before you drop your lips to meet his. The two of you embrace in a slow but passionate, heated kiss. Your tongue probes at him, asking for entrance, and he complies, granting you permission to his mouth. The kiss turns from slow to quick and desperate, the sexual tension hitting a breaking point. 

“Y-Y/N,” he whines. You grin devilishly and push him on his back, taking your time to remove his shirt. Your head falls back towards his face, but rather than kiss him again, you move to work on his neck. Before long, two dark marks have been sucked onto his skin, and you know the stylists are going to hate you for it. 

“You’re being so quiet, Jimin,” you say to him, “Talk to me. I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you want.”

“I want you to suck me off, please.” 

“Good boy,” you praise. 

You begin working your way down his body, leaving light kisses on his abs that have him squirming under you. When you reach his belt, his hand shoots out to grab you, and he squeezes you desperately. 

“I know, baby,” you laugh. “Be patient.”

His pants and boxers come off in one swift motion to reveal his already painfully erect cock. You stroke it once, twice, and then your lips are on him. He bucks involuntarily against you, eager to feel more. You push him back down as you take more of him, and you love the way he whimpers under you, desperate to cum.

You can tell he's getting close by the way he grabs at your hair and whines your name. “Y/N... fuck...”

“Don’t, Jimin,” you say.

“W-What?”

“Don’t cum.”

“B-But! Fuck!” He lurches towards you, but you’re faster, squeezing his dick so that he’s shaking with the sensation of a dry orgasm. He groans, falling back in the pain of the denied pleasure, and you steady yourself on top of him. You’d slipped your panties off long ago, but you were far too impatient to do anything else, so you centered yourself over him while still in your bra and t-shirt. 

Jimin pulled at the fabric, but he was too fucked out to actually do anything about it. You slowly lower yourself onto him, and Jimin practically yells. You moan as you feel him inside you, dragging deliciously against your walls. You stroke his face sweetly as tears prick his eyes. “How are you doing, baby?” you ask. 

“G-Good. Fuck! You feel so good, shit, your pussy is so warm, oh my god. Please move. Please, please, please,” he begs.

What are you going to do, say no?

You pick up your pace gently at first, but it’s not long until you’re riding him frantically, eager to get yourself off on him. You’re not really surprised that he doesn’t last too long, and he sits up, biting down on your shoulder as he cums hard. 

You slow down to let him ride it out, but you still haven’t cum and now you’re just as desperate as he is, so you lift yourself up and continue fucking him roughly. “Y/N!” he screams. 

“It’s okay, baby, fuck you feel so good!” you praise. He falls back, unable to keep himself up as you overstimulate him. Feeling somewhat merciful, you give him a break, climbing off of him and turning him onto his stomach. He sinks onto the bed, grateful, but turned on again and rutting ever so softly against the mattress. 

You rub soothing circles on his back before picking him back up, propping him up. “How do you feel?”

“I-I’m good, fuck, I just—I want to make you feel good, too.”

“You are, baby. Don’t worry. Come here.”

He backs up closer you so that his back touches his chest, and you wrap an arm around him to play with his nipple. He jerks under your touch as if he wants to get away, but then he leans back into it, wanting more. You guide his hand back to your awaiting pussy, and his touch sends shocks throughout your body. 

“T-That feels good,” you say. Without responding, he prods blindly at you some more until he finds your clit, and he pinches it harshly. “Fuck! Jimin!”

You buckle over, but you restrain from cumming. Instead, the hand on your nipple moves down to his cock while the other moves to his ass. You stroke his overstimulated member, and he’s whining frantically under you. The hand at his ass decides to experimentally poke at his entrance, and the positive reaction you get has you eager to do more. 

Using the precum from his cock (and scooping up some of the cum that’s dripped out of you), you gently insert two fingers into him and Jimin is losing it. He rubs at you harder, desperate to get you off before him. “Cum for me, Y/N. Please, please cum for me.”

“K-Keep going and I will,” you reply as you pick up the pace on his ass and cock. Jimin’s thrashing wildly under your touch, only managing to stay close to you because of the urge to see you cum. 

You can feel the rush of pleasure centering at your pussy as you get closer to your high, and with the way Jimin is clenching around your fingers, you can tell that he’s getting close, too. “Y/N!” he cries loudly as he cums messily on your hand and the bed. The sensations max out for you too, and you cum right after him, bucking onto the mattress. 

Jimin collapses on the bed, not even caring that he’s in a pool of his own cum. You scoop it up in two fingers and bring it to him where he obediently swallows until you decide you’ve seen enough. “You’re such a good boy for me,” you whisper at him as he eyes flutter shut. 

“T-Thank you, Y/N.”

“Let me clean you up, okay, baby? You did so well.”

Jimin nods but doesn’t answer, content to leave you to move him around as you needed to clean him and the bed. You slip his boxers back on before climbing into bed beside him. He immediately snuggles into you; he hugs you as if he’s afraid you’ll get up again. 

You giggle and settle into bed, your own exhaustion taking its place in your body. 

“So,” Jimin murmurs, “when are you gonna get together with Yoongi and Jin-hyung?”

You chuckle softly at him. “Not sure. I suppose when Hoseok decides so.”

[sinning-on-the-sunny]

HOT DAMN YALL. THANKS FOR ALL THIS SIN

Admin Hannah: YOU’RE WELCOME, AND THANKS FOR THIS LOVELY MESSAGE,  WE SHALL AIM TO GIVE YOU MORE HOT SEXY SIN IN 2017.

Admin Tess: hot damn, you lovely anon. Thank you for dropping by to send us some love! <3

That is a sexy list! Knowing you guys are enjoying writing the sin makes the wait more exciting too! I got my fan and mister ready!

Admin Hannah: It's one hot ass list…..that we've neglected. BUT WE ARE BACK AND WE'VE GOT 2 OR 3 NAMES LEFT. it takes a long time to write 26 headcanons….260 headcannons all up….thanks for sticking with us though my friends!

Admin Tess: it’s sexy indeed. You’re gonna need some water to quench your thirst in the meantime. ;) 26 headcanons for one character ain’t an easy feat, and thank you for being patient with us! <3

Now I’ve seen some sin in my time here, but this is quality trash and I love it. Keep it up and thanks!

Admin Hannah: dude i've seen some sin in my time but admin Tess just brings the super sin out of me...i wasn't this filthy once.

Admin Tess: we’re absolutely delighted that you enjoy our quality trash. More of them to come. ;)

Hey! Sending this here so both admins can see: oh my god I’m so sorry about that last anon, neither of you deserved that! Accidents happen and you were totally upfront and honest with us about it all. Other people may have hidden it or forced a redo (putting out low quality as a result) or even quit entirely but you were both determined enough to keep going despite this and to imply you were just conveniently lying is super super rude and I’m shocked and disgusted anon would do that?? I am so sorry and so angry on your behalf I just had to say something, I hope you can put that rude anon out of your minds soon!! Tons of us all appreciate you way more than them <3

Admin Hannah: oh you don't need to apologize my friend. I was so gutted when that happened...i also lost all the replies from my hour special.. This response really lifted our spirits and we can't thank you enough!

Admin Tess: sweet souls like you are the reasons why we keep going. <3 thank you for sending kind words our way. You’ve no idea how much it means to Admin Hannah and myself. Keep shining, anon! <3

Woooooww. I can't believe someone sent you two an ask like that. Accidents absolutely happen, and especially when it comes to accounts and technology, there can be confusion. Maybe the asker will know one day (unless they were just being ignorant/impatient). That was out of line, and I just want to thank you two for all of your time, hardwork and effort. You two have lives and do this for fun and for our enjoyment too and don't deserve that. Plenty of us love you and got your backs.

Admin Hannah: Thank you for this message my friend! It was a stupid mistake on my part, but I wouldn't have known. But thanks for loving this blog and get ready for some new sin in 2017.

Admin Tess: seeing your message makes me so happy and comforted! We were initially upset at receiving that ask, but an acknowledgement was required so there… Thank you for having our backs and know that we love you very much too! <3

Hey there just wanted to drop by and ask if ya all are okay? I haven't really heard much from the blog in the past few weeks and I'm a bit worried :s How are you doing? Is everything okay?

Admin Hannah: We are all good my friend! Busy times, busy times. I'm just excited to get back to some regular sinning! 

Admin Tess: hello, sweet anon! Admin Hannah went on a trip and I was tied down with so much work, hence we couldn’t manage to put out any sinful content. We’re now back in action, so hang around for some sin! ;)

I haven't been on your blog in a while, and when I finally opened it again, I saw the title and started giggle king to myself. My grandmother is sitting in the same room as me do all I've been doing is reading sin.

Admin Hannah: we all know grandmas like to sin too….pass her the phone...she’ll love some zoro shower sex sin man...but seriously get tips off Tess, I’ll write her something and she’ll say “i’m reading this at the supermarket” SHE READS SIN IN CHURCH. SHE'S THE MASTER DETHRONE HER!

Admin Tess: the title was a masterpiece by Admin Hannah. I read sin everywhere. Clearly I’ve mastered the art of keeping a straight face WHILE reading smut (in public). It’s a vital skill to cultivate. ;)

Hey guys. It's been a while since we've heard from you. I hope everything is well! I don't know what I'd do with myself if another sinful hc blog was discontinued! Who else will I ask if cum disappears with Robin's clone when inside of one?!

Admin Hannah: HI my friend! We are all good just the end of the year is a busy time. I've been away for 2 weeks...Admin Tess…..she’s been rummaging through bins to find quality trash. The start of the new year has given us the oomf needed to get our asses in gear and get back to some serious sinning…...that Robin thing though...i...I seriously dont know..does it- im not even going to try….i'm seriously jetlagged man.

Admin Tess: hello! We’ve been fine, thank you very much for asking! Admin Hannah was away on a vacation, and I was swamped with work over the last few weeks! We’re now back in action, so get ready for some good overdue sinning! ;)

Mannnn, I love this blog so much my god. Your Shanks hcs killed me, I loved them so much and you guys are such amazing writers holyyy. I love all your wonderfully sinful hcs, I love you guys and the filthy old men 1000/10👌🏻👌🏻🙏🏻

Admin Hannah: aww thanks friend! Ho thank tess for any shanks sin…. She loves that greasy one armed man.thanks for loving this blog my good man…..and loving those tight ass men

Admin Tess: I’m humbled that you love our blog! <3 ohohohoho, the Shanks headcanons were a joy to write and I’m glad you got killed by it. ;) come talk to me about slutty old men. They’re my favourite things to talk about (and possibly, do).