#mats babygirl you will always be that bitch

[leonsliga]

Mats on Bayern Munich, Borussia Dortmund, and Bayer Leverkusen all advancing to the semifinals in European competitions 😂

[queenofmalkier]

So, for my personal thoughts I'm gonna have to watch it again, too much happened. I'm gonna word vomit every thought I have now. Putting it under a cut to be extra careful, spoilers for EVERYTHING.

BAYLE. MY BOY BAYLE.

The Seanchan are so much more horrifying when they explain they're about to fuck shit up in their best customer service voice. And that fucking SPIKE????? It's so perfect. Fucking gruesome. Not making the damane kneel was good too - because they're not people, they don't count. I do wish they'd shown her being rewarded at the end, petting her hair or something like that to really elevate the what the fuckery.

Adeleas is everything and I love her so, so much.

I understand why they made the change to have Nynaeve thought to be dead - it's sowing the seeds for whatever is going on with Mat and it gives Liandrin more depth. It also gives us Egwene showing her own stubbornness - if they won't go get Nyn then SHE'LL do it.

Honestly I'm kind of here for the Liandrin depth? She acts like a bratty little doll come to life but like. The Chucky kind.

AND SHE HAS A SON???? FUCKING TWIST OF THE CENTURY. I was wondering about her comments about living for such a long time and protecting little girls. And we all wanted to know about the "man" Moiraine threatened her with. Honestly I'm just... I like Liandrin as a character now and I don't know how I got here. How did this happen.

Egwene thinking she isn't noticed meanwhile all the background Aes Sedai are like DID YOU SEE HER. Babygirl you been seen. You're just not being stubborn so they don't have to worry about you.

Nynaeve. Fuck man. The Elnore scene broke me but they GOT ME with that fake out no lie. I was like WHAT IN THE FEMINISM GIRLBOSS BULLSHIT IS THIS!?!? And then "OH NO."

I'm glad Elayne got busted for trying to make her room fancy. I was initially annoyed because she wasn't supposed to get special treatment but I need to have more trust.

THEY GAVE US THE FADE SCENE.

They're also giving me Spooky Children of the Corn Elyas and I respect this decision wholeheartedly. He's very "Bitch you about to learn" and I also respect this. Even if him turning up riiiiight when Ishamael was being a shit covered in blood was not helpful for Perrin's Health, Wealth, or Wellbeing.

Oh the darkfriend social POV from the kid was actually genius. It showed all the details without the tricky business of an internal narrative! ALSO. Not everybody gets pulled to the shadow because they're afraid. I think it's important to show that, to show in some ways how indoctrination can happen. That's how you get people who are loyal down to their bones.

Fuck what else.

OH! OH OH OH! PERRIN WRITING LETTERS WAS ALSO GENIUS. Because he's so internal but he's genuinely so thoughtful. He would take the time to write letters, and would take care in what he wrote, and in that way we get to know him so much better. They're not doing my boy dirty this season.

Rand :( :( :( him working in a mental hospital worked well - I was afraid of that change, but they handled it with care. Him going after the dickhead showed us his lack of control too, even if I personally Support Him.

Lanfear is so good. She's so, so, SO fucking good. THIS is what she was always supposed to be. I love RJ, he's my boy, but I think he failed to convey just how fuck off horrifying somebody like Lanfear is. "Don't ever leave me" GIRL.

I saw some complaints about Logain "still taking care of himself" before it came out and was annoyed, but now I feel justified. The man is not eating willingly - I'm sure by now he knows if he doesn't eat they will force feed him. He's a living example. The madman in a cage. He's unkempt and unpredictable and I am living for it because to me, that is having nothing to live for. Asking for ridiculously expensive wine just to pour it out. Nothing matters to Logain anymore.

Min I'm unsure of. I feel like she was a plant by Moiraine for sure, to watch Mat and make him trust her the only way she could, but now she's helping him because of what she saw. (Which, WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK!?!?!?!?)

All the Beltane lanterns broke my heart.

One gripe: Loial roaring was. Um. Weird.

[holylulusworld]

Top-Notch Wrestling

Summary: You’ve got no clue how you ended up watching a top-notch wrestling show with the brothers.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: mentions of characters death, grown child Dean, Top-Notch Wrestling love, fluff

A/N: Inspired by the episode “beyond the mat”

You’ve got no clue how you ended up visiting the burial of an unknown top-notch wrestling dude but here you are, right by your boyfriends’ side while he smiles wildly.

Larry ‘The Hangman’ Lee died, and Dean wanted to check on his ‘mysterious’ death. Which means your boyfriend of five years tries to revive memories from his childhood.

“There’s Wrecking Ball Calhoon. Wow. The Brooklyn Beast? Sammy look, Gunnar Lawless is her too.” Dean freaks out, his eyes shine like he hit the jackpot and you cannot hold back a smile at his enthusiasm.

All you can see are broken wrestler trying to get around with a show which no one wants to see but to Dean, those men and women are icons, a tiny snippet of happy moments with his dad.

“You have to excuse your boyfriend, he’s a groupie…” Sam snickers but you don’t care about your friend’s words. Your man is happy, so you will bear the burial and give him a few peaceful moments.

“Shut up, bitch. Should I go say hi?” Dean suddenly shyly glances around the room until his eyes land on Gunnar Lawless again.

“How about we introduce ourselves, Dean? I bet he would be honored as a fan as you remembers him since childhood.” Nodding Dean grasps for your hand, walking toward the wrestler.

“Hi-uh…” Dean clears his throat, holding out his hand. “I am sorry for your loss. My dad was a huge fan of Larry ‘The Hangman’ Lee. Some of my happiest memories are when I think of your shows.”

Swallowing thickly, you give the man shaking Dean’s hand a thankful smile.

Gunnar smiles while your still star-struck boyfriend enthusiastically shakes his hand.

“That’s a great honor you remember me, son.” Dean’s eyes lit up when Gunnar calls him 'son’ and you gently place one hand onto his shoulder.

“I... I got to tell you. I... worshipped you, growing up. My dad, when he found the time and took a day off…you know from work and all. He loved those shows. I bet he would be honored to meet you, Mr. Lawless.” Dean stammers and you need to blink back the tears.

“Nice to meet you, just call me Gunnar, son. It’s not necessary to call me mister.”

“Dean, Dean Winchester and this lovely lady is my girl, I mean my girlfriend Y/N. She’s not a fan…yet.” Gunnar shakes your hand, smiling at you.

“You’ve got yourself a great fan, sweetie. Don’t let him go.”

“I plan on keeping that man.” 

While Dean talks about his first breaking and entering to borrow some family’s pay-per-view to watch a match with Gunnar you let your eyes drift toward Sam who stares at a woman.

He seems to notice someone familiar on the other side of the room and you assume, it’s Rio, the woman he was talking about on your way to the burial.

“I think Sam just met his icon too, Dean.” Pointing toward Sam who is awestruck when Rio turns to look at him you giggle.

You can hear Sam stutter awkwardly when he tells Rio she was his first crush. Your eyes round hearing the woman ask if Sam had a poster of her above his bed.

“He had one, I swear, sweetheart. The boy’s eyes were glued to his crush for at least two or three years.” Dean whispers and you watch Sam smiling slightly embarrassed, hiding he had one of the posters.

“Why did we come here?” Looking around the hall you sigh deeply. Dean and Sam talked you into watching a top-notch match.

Inside the hall, Rio is announcing the wrestling match. You don’t hear the names of the wrestler, too busy to check on the information about ‘The Hangman’s’ death.

The boys chose to take seats in the front row, beers in hand, they are laughing, excited to be there while you hope the show will be over soon.

Watching a man enter the hall with his son you wonder why a father would bring his kid to such a place. The boy seems to be excited so it should be alright, still, you would not want your kid to see violence, even faked violence, at such a young age.

“Got to love some wrestling, am I right?” The man grins and Dean nods. “Beer’s cheap, food too, my son’s entertained... parenting.”

Humming you try to concentrate on the file on your iPad and not the A+ parenting of that guy.

“That brings me back.” Sam huffs and you can see Dean’s face fall. “Can you not try to ruin one of the nicest things dad ever did for us, please?”

The audience is screaming for the wrestler, including Dean. When Gunnar punches his chest, raising his fists in the air. Dean gets up, just like the few other people in the hall so you shut off your iPad to get up too.

“Yeah!” Dean smiles, taking your hand. “Hey, get up, Sammy.” Sam, who still sat on his chair reluctantly gets up.

The wrestling match begins after what feels like ages and you can finally sit back down to check on the autopsy report.

Sam and Dean are cheering, looking happy for the first time in weeks. Your eyes glued to the brothers you don’t follow the match.

You can see the happiness on your boyfriend’s face, and you chuckle as he jumps out of his seat, cheering for Gunnar.

Sam gets up laughing next to his brother, smiling wildly as the crowd celebrates Gunnar’s move. While you clap your hands, smiling at Dean, you hear sirens outside – never a good sign…

“Another death.” Sighing you walk back into the hall to tell Dean the father got killed.

Your eyes round and you must hold back a chuckle when your boyfriend rolls into the ring. He bounces back and forth off the ropes, rolling into the ring again and again.

Smiling he struts across the floor, cheering for a crowd, or rather empty seats. He climbs onto the ropes, raising his hands like a victor.

“You could always have a new career.” Smirking you watch Dean jump off the ropes, awkwardly clearing his throat. “You’re moves were not that bad.”

“What’d you find out?” Changing the subject Dean rolls through the ropes, to leave the ring. “Sweetheart?”

“According to the paramedics, the father of the boy two rows behind us got killed. Looks like he lost a fight with a knife. There are marks on his back. Sounds like a job for us, Dean…”

“Here we go again…” Dean wraps his arm around your waist, looking at the ring one last time. “All good things come to an end, I guess…”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

“Just a Few Days”

Summary- Bucky x Y/N. Bucky hadnt been home for long, but is sent back out on a mission. You and him decide on how to spend his time home once he gets back. Written for @the--sad--hatter The Weird and The Wonderful- writing challenge. Congrats babes on your milestone! Prompt is written in bold. Smut. Written in the same verse as Changes

Word Count- 3.1k

“You really think you can pin me Barnes?” You taunted the super soldier while the two of you circled the mat, giving him a taunting grin. His movements were almost cat like, slinking along on pads of his bare feet, his hands flexed in a relaxed manner at his side. He knew, you werent easy to catch. Flexible and quick as you were, this morning in the early hours of dawn you managed to pin him easily in the bed. Kisses raining down from your sweet lips to travel down his body as you wrapped your hands around his erection. You had smirked at him then in a similar way you were now. 

His sweat pants hid the tensing of muscles, preparing his move. “As long as I stay away from that pretty mouth of yours I can.” You smirk, recalling the blow job you given this morning. Bucky could see you were distracted at his words and he reached for a grasp. Your hand coming up to block his hold and jab out with one of your own, twisting around to his back, you scramble onto his shoulders, a move Nat so nicely shared with you, his head clasped between your thighs, you throw your weight forward, the two of you falling forward. You promptly slap the ground with your arms, and move into a roll. Bucky, prepared for it rolled as well and landed back on his feet to your back. 

“You had no problem with my mouth this morning” You huff out and still in the midst of sparring, he wraps his arm around your neck and slams you back to his chest, chuckling near your ear. “I would say my biggest weakness Doll. And check” Hes taunting you again, knowing you always hesitated attacking him. This is your chance to escape or relent the match to him, and you fall back to the age old tried and true. Your foot slamming down in the instep of his leg, and elbow sharply jarring back into his abdomen. 

An oof backed him up, and you spun around to see Bucky grinning at you and rubbing where your elbow clipped him. “Damn good Y/N, I was hoping you would break loose.” You blush at the compliment, and move over to him, placing your hand where you got him. “Im sorry, I know you say to attack fully, but I still feel guilty about it.Doesnt hurt right?” Silly question you know, but still....  

“I know you do Doll, and no. More of a surprise then anything, ive had worst.” His arm slung over your shoulder and he kissed your forehead just as Sam entered the ring, carrying a tablet with him. You get a sinking feeling, you know what it means. 

“You two call that foreplay? take it to your room.” Sam joked and Bucky muttered a “shut up Wilson, what you got?” 

“Listen I know you just got back, but this is an in and out case, and Steve figured you would want in on this one.” You glance over the details, a hydra base, an old one. From the notes it claimed Bucky might have been associated with its operation back in the day and might still be in semi activity now. Your hand rubs against his back when you feel him stiffen at your side, knowing he just saw the same information you had. “How long will we be gone?” you noted a hint of weariness in his voice, hesitation. 

“Couple days, few at best. Were gonna be headed out in an hour.” 

Of course they were. 

Little later, you and Bucky are getting ready for your goodbyes, so soon, you hated it since he had just gotten back. “Hey Doll, just a couple days. When I get back, Im taking a few weeks, screw ‘em all. Me and you will get out of here. Wherever we want to go.” Bucky did his best to bring a smile back to your face.

You brighten much to his relief at the suggestion, nodding” I would really like that.” a mischievous glint shines in your eyes and you lower your voice in a tease as you glance over his shoulder to where Steve is getting on the jet. “Can we just go on the road without telling anyone and call Steve to tell him were MIA for a while?”

Bucky laughs and nods, tilting your chin up to place a teasing deep kiss goodbye on it. “We can although Steve rather likes rebellion. You might get a better reaction out of Tony. I will see you in a few days doll, I love you.” 

“Love you to Sargent, I will see you when you come home.” 

He turned to walk away, a glance over his shoulder showed you flashing him a smile and a little wave, the lights behind you shimmering around your form in a silhouette. It would be one of the moments he would think back on later. Sam said its just a couple days. 

Turns out Sam is a god damn liar. 

What was one base turned into following leads to others still functioning. Flushing them out, chasing another lead, it had been weeks at this point, and to say Bucky wasnt kicking himself for jumping back into it all so soon would be an understatement. At about the third week mark, he had enough of being around the rest of the team on the jet, and set out to camp in the run down base. Setting up his site, he was soon joined by Steve and Sam. 

“I dont remember giving yall permission to take up in my space.” Bucky growled, kicking open his sleeping mat, and wishing sorely that it was your bed, with your soft words filling his mind and warm body wrapped around his. Not these two fuckers who thought that this was home as they made themselves all cozy as fuck. Yea, he was in a bad mood. “And you said this was just gonna be for a couple days.” he growled slightly at Sam, who was unaffected by Buckys mood. 

“You know how these things go Buck.” Steve said from where he was patching his suit, his large fingers nimble as he threaded the needle and dragged his suit in his lap. “But it will just be a few more days I think. Have you called Y/N today?” HIs friend never looked up from his mending and Bucky went from pissed off to resigned, digging into his gear to find the stark phone Tony gave all of you. “No... but I am.” 

Leaving the two of them behind, he stepped out into the night, glancing at the time. It would be mid afternoon for you, you would be busy training recruits with Barton and Romanoff, or in the field, unlike him though, closer to home. How he wished he was there now, he missed you terribly. Regardless, he would leave you a voice message, knowing that it would cheer you up. 

“Hey Doll, I miss you like fucking crazy babygirl. I hope things are better at home then here. I cant go into much details, but they basically just have us chasing leads. Steve did say just a few more days...” He snorted a bit, and brushed his hand through his hair in frustration. “Anyways, be sure to have your bag packed, cause the minute I land, were leaving. Well, maybe two. I mean a man has needs after all, and I have missed your sweet lips of yours. Those killer thighs wrapped around me to. Okay... Love you always Beautiful.” Hanging up, he sighed and tilted his head up to look at the full silver moon, making him think of you once more. You loved those aesthetic pictures, the way the stars shimmered around the giant orb, it made him recall looking back at you waving goodbye. Your braid laying over your shoulder and you kept that upbeat look on your face, the lights, they shimmered around you and it made his chest ache for you all over again. Lifting his phone, he snapped a picture. 

Over the next week, his message and the picture was what you fell back to, making you smile when you found yourself missing him. Often during the busy meetings where you were busy helping set up recruit schedules, moments training when you wondered what move would he be using on the person in the ring, to lonely nights fading into mornings, where you laid there, trying to find sleep and missing his heavy body enveloping yours in that protective hold of his. This particular night, you were laying in a half slumber when you heard it. The front door click, and then Buckys rough voice remarking on the softer side in case you were sleeping. 

“Son of a bitch keys and this dumb ass lock always sticking.” 

You hear his voice and grab his henley you discarded on the floor to yank on and race down the hallway to your front room, he dropped his bag on the floor and held open his arms to you that left you giving a squeal of excitement, jumping into his arms. “You bastard I missed you!” you rush your words, wrapping your arm around his neck and kissing him fiercely. 

“I couldnt tell” He growled as his hands slid along your bare ass, and squeezed firmly, arching his brows at your naked behind. You grin and nip at his lips, rolling your hips against him in a tease. “I knew you were coming home.” 

“Uh huh, sure you did. Its hot your just wearing my shirt. But I want that off in two fucking seconds while you get that cute little ass of yours back to the bedroom.” Releasing you, you fall to the balls of your feet, sprinting back towards the bedroom while discarding the henley, hopping on the bed. Bucky sauntered to the room, shedding clothing as he went along,kicking off boots, yanking off a shirt, ripping pants off his legs. When he entered the bedroom, there you were, kneeling so pretty in the center of the bed, biting the tip of your finger as you watched him, while palming your breasts, teasing yourself just for him. He lastly yanked off his boxers and sure enough, he was aching to have you pinned underneath him, you could tell from the way his erection throbbed. 

You beckoned him forward, not that he needed any encouraging as he hovered over you and pushed you back, hard kisses swelling your lips, tongue claiming your mouth and moans he ripped from you. Oh yes, this is what you been missing, his hand tight at your waist as it slid you back to stretch beneath him. Your hands wrapped around his sides to dig into his back and legs bending to grasp his waist between your knees. “You miss me sweet girl?” He asked between nips and kisses down your neck, slipping his hand between your thighs to slip through your slick, and find that sweet little trigger that as soon as he circled around it had you wriggling. It made you want more, and to chase a rush. 

“As much as you missed me Sargent” You whine out, rolling your hips up to press into his erection, rocking back and forth against him. His eyes glowered almost dangerously at you, his pupils blown in his arousal, and then his fingers turned a little harder, a little quicker, just to make you tense and wriggle underneath him all pretty like you were. “Your right Doll I have missed you, missed feeling you clutch around me because your so fucking needy for my cock.” He fingers stretched your wet channel, and you cried out his name in a breathless moan, nodding in agreement. “Yes Bucky, fuck yes please. Fuck me... “ 

He bit on her shoulder in a bruising kiss, and shifted himself to better line up to you.”Since your looking pretty here asking me...” Grasping himself, he slicked his cock between your folds, pressing against your entrance to feel you stretch around him, both of you moaning at the sensation, mouths opened against one another, not in a kiss, but gasps shared. Your nails are driving Bucky wild as they dig almost painfully into his back just to feel you holding on. Shifting your legs to fold over him, you tighten him to sink in further, bottom himself fully in you. “Fuck Doll... this is a perfect home coming.” 

You hum underneath him in agreement, pressing your face now into his shoulder and his first thrust to claim you made you whimper his name in that needy way, that urged him to continue, rolling hips to touch you everywhere and you rolled back to meet him. Bucky pulled away enough to ease you away from his shoulder and chained kisses down your collarbone and plumped a breast so that he could claim a nipple that was a tight little bud, the warmth moisture of his mouth making you arch into his mouth, sucking in more and pulling the sensitive skin from his mouth. He was marking you across your breasts, and you were sure at your neck when he claimed that flesh again, tipping your head back into the pillow to give him more room. 

“Make sure everyone can see Im yours Sargent.” You pant out, knowing that everyone would see his kisses all over your skin, and what kind of homecoming it was. Shameless you were, letting everyone know that Bucky owned you. His growl vibrated through you, making you giggle softly and then gasp when his next thrust hit you just right, and he lifted his head, eyes shining bright to see your ruined face, jaw popped open, your eyes squeezed shut and crying out when he did it again. Once he felt you start to unravel, he never slowed aiming for that spot, that sweetness that left you crying his name over and over, clutching him as if there was nothing else you were capable of. Just ride it all out.

Bucky grasped your jaw and gave a light shake,to make you look at him. “Your eyes open, I want to see you cum for me.” Your lids flutter open further to try and follow his request, eyes rolling up as you start flexing harder around him. “Thats right Doll, dont keep holding back.” He groaned, licking over your lips, sucking your bottom lip and tangle his tongue around yours. Pining your hips in place to give hard quick thrusts, chasing the start of your orgasm with his own, and your bodies slammed together to rock, you were soft, and he was hard, the two of them folding together in a tangle of limbs. Bucky rolled you two over so you clutched to his chest, milking his cock for everything, and hiding your face in his shoulder, shaking. He jerked a few more slow pumps into you while riding out his own and his hands loosened there hold on your hips, sliding up your side with one hand and down to cup your ass, and keep you pressed in close. 

His touch was soothing for you, and you hummed against his shoulder, lifting away enough to look down at him, kissing his lips softly with a grin. “Ahhh, well that was nice. So when you headed out on your next mission?” You teased and he growled, flipping the two of you back over, his kiss less urgent and fierce, this time it was teasing while he dragged down your body. “Your my next mission.” 

You were his next mission, several more times that night until early morning. 

You happened to waken first, and lifted your head to see his head tipped back and soft snores showed just how tired he was, so you were gentle to shift to the edge of the bed, preparing to get up and make coffee when his arm snaked out, catching you around your hips, sliding you back. Bucky had shifted down enough in bed to nuzzle his head in the softness of your chest, your fingers easing to brush through his hair, and watch him. “Im just going to make us some coffee Sarge.” and he inhaled deeply against your skin, finally lifting his head. “Just a few more minutes here, then I will let you go.” 

You werent going to say no to that, and you remained where you were, gentle still as your fingers kept sliding through his hair, spiking it further from the bed head he already had. Finally he shifted into a sit, and went to the bathroom, groaning as he rubbed his face on the way there. Taking that as your cue, you rolled up out of bed to go make that coffee, putting on his shirt once more and a pair of sleep bottoms. Picking up the clothing he had lost through the front room and hallway on your way to the kitchen.You then ditch the pile on the couch, making your way towards the coffee pot, humming happily to yourself.

He finished and put on clean boxers before going to find his clothes from the night before, digging out his phone to check messages. “Hey you are all set to head out later right Doll?” He called as he wandered towards the kitchen where you were nowhere to be found. Looking around, he saw that the back door was halpf open, figuring you went for the fresh air, he stepped out to see you leaning against the railing, watching the sun ease up through the line of pine trees that edged the compound. Bucky went up behind you, and wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin against your shoulder watching as well. 

“The world seemed to shimmer at the edges.” You lean back into his chest lightly. “Just as the sun came up, its been a while since ive seen that.” Your head tips up and kisses the side of Buckys face, and his hands rub along your hips, tipping to return the gesture, rubbing his chin against your neck and shoulder. It had been a while, but you were his world, and for him, you were always that shimmering outline waving him back home. 

“You said something about heading out Buck?” 

“Yea Doll.” He smiled happily “Later today, were sneaking out and hitting the road.” 

“Lets just go get that coffee, shower, and Im all set to go.” 

Sure enough later that day, your leaning against Buckys shoulder and holding up your phone, snapping a picture of you and Bucky, your hair hair whipping around from the open windows, both of you wearing sunglassws with open road showing in the in the background. You sent it to Steve who responded back with a simple text. ‘Dont do anything I wouldnt do you two.’

Telling Bucky, he grinned and put his foot down harder on the gas pedal, putting miles between them and responsibilities. 

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BTS When They Throw You Over Their Shoulder

anonymous asked: Could you do a reaction when Bts kiss their girlfriends neck or when she is mad and they took her over their shoulder

Warnings: mostly fluff, a strangely high amount of angst,a little smut ig, this got stupid long for what it is

Word Count: 3307

Jin

You were teasing him relentlessly, poking fun at his dad jokes in front of the boys. You'd teamed up with Jungkook, laughing and impersonating his "worldwide handsome" attitude.

Jin was annoyed but still smiling at how cute you were at first.

Jungkook did a impersonation of his kiss blowing and you squealed.

"Ooh, who's worldwide handsome now?" You breathed, squeezing Jungkook's bicep.

That was the final straw and Jin rushed at you, ducking to sweep you over one broad shoulder.

He patted your ass when you kicked and squealed for him to put you down.

He kicked the door of his bedroom shut and tossed you on the bed, jumping on top of you and nipping at your neck.

When you let out a small moan he looked up at you and smirked. "Who is worldwide handsome, again?"

Yoongi

You're bitching at him because he stayed out all night at the studio for the fourth time this week.

He isn't yelling but his tone is harsh.

"It's my job, Y/n, and it pays for this fancy apartment and all the shit you buy every month!"

Your mouth clicks closed. You can't make him understand that it isn't just that you miss him but that you're worried about him. You know he's not eating enough and the bags under his eyes tell you he's not sleeping.

But if he doesn't care enough about you to realize that and really thinks you're in this for the money, there's no point in wasting your breath.

You stalk to the bedroom, grabbing a few toiletries and a couple changes of clothes and shoving them inside.

You don't expect Yoongi to follow you but he does, arms crossed, leaning against the door jamb.

"What are you doing? Where do you think you're going?"

"I don't know. To my sister's. To my mother's. Anywhere away from you," you spit out venomously, lashing out.

He'd cut you deep with his words but you weren't one to sit back and take it.

He's shaking his head vigorously but you ignore him, finishing packing but when you go to the door he blocks you and throws you over his shoulder.

You beat your fists on his back but he ignores you.

He doesn't throw you roughly on the bed and kiss your neck like you expect. Instead, he places you down gently, or as gently as he could with you struggling against him.

He covers your body with his own, holding your face in his hands and looking down at you with dark, serious eyes.

"No. You don't get to leave me just because we had a fight. That's not how this works. We're going to talk about it because we love each other, yeah?"

You set your jaw, still angry but his eyes are shining and tears are threatening at yours, too. You know he expects a response but you can't speak.

"You still love me, doll? Tell me you still love me, yeah?" His voice is a little hoarse.

"I'll always love you, Yoongi, but sometimes I don't like you all that much."

Yoongi laughs and you can hear the relief in it.

"Sometimes I don't like you either, brat, but I don't try to leave you, do I? Don't scare me like that. My heart was beating out of my chest."

He kisses you then, long and sweet and he strokes your face.

"I'm sorry. Let's spend the day together, yeah?"

You set your jaw again. "Only if you sleep with me."

Yoongi smirks. "I thought you'd never ask."

You hit his chest with the heel of your hand.

"Actually sleep, you jerkface. I worry about you, you know."

His face softens and he flips over onto his back, tugging at your shoulder until you put your head on his chest.

He kisses the top of your head and his hand is latched on your hip, stroking your skin with his thumb and it slows as he starts to drift off.

His voice is husky and drowsy when he speaks again. "Tell me you love me again, huh, doll? One more time."

"I love you."

He kisses your hair again. "I love you more, Y/n."

You smile at how he's managed to get the last word again when you hear his soft snores.

(He sleeps for nearly ten hours and every time you try to get up he pulls you tighter to him. He doesn't rush to the studio when he wakes up like you expect, but takes you to breakfast even though it's 9pm, smiling fondly at you. When you get whipped cream on your nose from your French toast he kisses it off right in front of the waiter.)

Namjoon (RM)

"So maybe I had one too many martinis. He's not my dad."

The woman sitting at the bar blinked at you slowly.

"Honey, I don't know this boy but it seems like he's just worried about you."

"Worried? Psh. He's not worried. He's just territorial. I made a friend. What's wrong with making friends?"

"Y/n, please stop bothering this nice lady and let's go home and talk about this, yeah?"

You hear a deep voice from behind you and you spin around, stumbling and bracing yourself on the barstool.

Namjoon is standing there, teeth gritted, glaring at you.

"She's not just a nice lady. Gladys is my best friend."

"Agnes," the woman chimes in, looking Namjoon up and down. "Honey, if I were thirty years younger I'd go home with him, so my advice is to listen."

Namjoon covers his mouth, stifling a chuckle. He's cute but you're still mad at him, so you frown.

"No. I'm gonna have another drink with you, Gladys, and I'll call my friend. He put his number in my phone, I think."

You dig into your purse with slow, drunk hands and hear a low growl before you're in the air, head hanging down, hair in your face, bent over Namjoon's shoulder.

You don't have the reaction time to struggle before you're in the Uber, head lolling against the back of the seat.

Namjoon swings your legs inside and gently shuts the door, but you can hear his door slam when he gets in on the other side.

"Hey! My friend-"

Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"Y/n I swear if you mention that guy one more time, I'm gonna lose it."

You frown because his voice seems deep and harsh and you can't remember what you've done to make him angry.

"You're so mean to me," you whine, tears tracking down your face.

Namjoon looks at you and his eyes soften. He wipes away a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

"Hey, baby, don't cry. I'm not mean, I just...it's our anniversary, remember? I wanted to be with you all night but when I came back from the restroom you were gone and then I find some guy with his arms around you...it hurt my feelings, okay?"

He speaks in a rush and then exhales forcefully.

"Oh no," you said, eyes wide. "I'm the asshole."

Namjoon laughed at that and put his arms around you.

"I'm so sorry, Joon. I love you so much," you sob, and he hugs you tighter.

"It's okay. Make it up to me tomorrow, baby."

You try to make it up to him the next morning, you really do, but he ends up taking care of you, holding your hair back as you throw up gin and olives.

When he brings you Gatorade and crackers from the corner store and kisses your forehead, you frown at him.

"This is the worst anniversary ever. I'm the worst girlfriend ever."

He chuckles, sliding into bed beside you and putting his arm around your shoulders.

"Wanna know something crazy? There's nowhere else I'd rather be and no one else I'd rather be with."

(He teases you endlessly about your five minute affair with the rando at the bar but you take it with good humor. After all, you deserve it. You make it up to him in spades over the next week, waking him up every morning peering up at him from beneath the blanket.)

Hoseok (J-Hope)

"Y/n, you're distracting me! Please leave." Hobi snaps at you when you're trying to talk to him about something in the dance room toward the end of practice.

You humph and storm out, going to the next room to talk to Jimin. You're just irritated, not really mad, and you figure you'll give him some space.

In the span of ten minutes you've forgotten about it and you're dancing with Jimin, laughing when he does an extra body roll even when the choreography doesn't call for it and clapping your hands.

Jimin's trying to teach you the movement, hands on your hips, when Hobi comes in.

"Hey, honey, look I can almost do it!"

You squeal excitedly, putting your hands over Jimin's on your hips, who's trying to back away.

Hobi walks over calmly and hefts you over his shoulder, one hand on your ass as he opens the door and takes you down the hall into the other room like a sack of potatoes.

You don't protest, giggling, and when he lies you down on one of the mats on the floor horizontal to the mirror, you smirk at him.

"Oh, I get your attention now, huh?"

He's frowning but he kisses your throat softly.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're not allowed to get dance lessons from anyone but me?"

You shrug. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't listen? I'm still mad about that salsa class."

His frown deepens, eyes dark and he nips at your throat.

"That salsa instructor was clearly hitting on you and it's not my fault he can't take constructive criticism."

You giggle again, loving the way he stroked your throat with his fingers.

"Quit being a jerk and maybe I won't have to look elsewhere for dance lessons," you pout playfully.

His eyes widen and he trails his hand down to your hip.

"You better not," he growls.

"Well, you gonna be good?"

"I'll show you good, babygirl," he says solemnly, and then he gets up, arranging a chair in front of the mirror.

"Hey, where are you going?" You whine.

He smirks at you and bends his fingers in a "come hither motion."

"Come here and let's put this mirror to good use, yeah?"

You can't scramble up fast enough.

Taehyung (V)

"Shut up, he's sleeping!"

Taehyung hears your giggle and stops at the doorway of the bedroom.

"No, I don't want to ruin everything, I just....I don't know. When are we meeting up? Of course he doesn't know!"

His frown deepens and he walks into the kitchen. He clears his throat and your eyes widen.

"Anyway, Mom, gotta go!"

You squeal and end the call, a loud and very obviously male voice protesting on the other end.

You smile at him but he doesn't stop frowning.

"It's so early, Jaigya. Where are you you going?"

You had meant to leave for his surprise anniversary party before he ever got up, but you'd lost track of time doing your hair.

Your hair was curled and you were wearing a form fitting new dress and heels. He took in your attire, not with an appreciative glance but with a scowl.

You feel dejected. You just knew you were going to out yourself, and you'd been planning his surprise birthday party for months as it was the first in your relationship he hadn't been on tour during.

Since you were such a bad liar, you figured maybe if you just left now, you could get away with it.

"Just meeting my friend for coffee! Be back soon, babe." You kiss his cheek and go to walk out the door, but he catches your wrist.

"Give me five minutes and I'll go with you."

"N-no...you stay here and rest. I'll be back in just a couple hours." You feel like you've turned white. You still have so much to set up.

You turn to the door, but you're stopped short when he tugs at your wrist again.

"Tae, please, I gotta go-" you whine and he exhales forcefully and grabs your ass, heaving you up over his shoulder and carrying you to the bedroom.

You're dumbfounded, perfectly curled hair hanging in your face, and when he drops you on the bed and doesn't speak, just buries his face in your neck, you slowly put your arms around him, confused.

"Please don't go, Jagi." His voice is muffled against your neck.

"Come on, babe, it's just for a while...just a coffee."

He snaps his head up and his eyes are dark with anger, startling you. In the six months you'd been together he'd never gotten fully angry with you.

"I'm supposed to believe you're going for coffee dressed like this? What's going on?"

You feel the color drain from your face again.

"Nothing, Tae, please let me up. I promise when I'm back we'll talk-"

"No." He says stubbornly, voice so deep it was rumbling in his chest. "I won't let you. I don't know what's been going on but it stops right now."

You squirm under him. "Tae, come on..."

He sighs and suddenly he doesn't look angry, just miserable.

"I'm gone too much, right? Look, we can fix it. I'll take a break, okay?"

He kisses your throat, soft and sweet.

"Look, everything is fine. Don't worry. But you have to let me go because I'm gonna be late."

"Everything is not fine, Jagi! Who is he, huh?"

His eyes are flashing again and your mouth opens in surprise.

"Oh my God, Kim Taehyung, you think I'm cheating on you?" You start laughing.

He's frowning down at you. "I don't think it's funny at all how you've been lying to me all morning."

You collect yourself and stroke his face.

"You've gone and ruined everything but I can't have you thinking I am unfaithful. I'm planning a party for you. For your birthday?"

Realization dawns in his eyes and he laughs at himself, relieved.

He clutches at his chest dramatically, rolling off you to stare at the ceiling.

"Oh my God, don't do that to me again, Jagi. That was awful, my heart was broken."

You smile at him. "Aw, baby, you know I could never. Now, can I go and you pretend to be surprised when Hobi calls you?"

He grabs you and pulls you onto his lap, smirking.

"Yeah, but you're already late. What's another half an hour?"

Jimin

You and Jimin had been at each other's throats all week.

Jimin had caught the flu a week ago and you were trying to take care of him, but he was so irritable because he couldn't practice.

He was finally on the mend but he was impatient to get back to normal, being stubborn about taking his medication and trying to sneak off to the dance studio.

Now you were getting sick too, your head feeling full and your throat aching, so when he bit your head off about nothing first thing in the morning, that was the final straw.

"Look, I'm gonna stay at my mom's for a while. We need a break."

Jimin's eyes widen instantly and he scrambles up from the couch to try and put his arms around you but you block him.

"No. I'm done. All I've tried to do this week is take care of you and I just...I can't do this."

His lip starts to tremble as you get dressed but he just stands there, not speaking.

When you get to the door, though, it's like something snaps and he spins you around and hauls you up over his shoulder.

You're too tired and sick to struggle. "Jimin, what are you doing?"

He throws you on the bed and leaps on top of you, kissing you hungrily.

You squeal into his mouth. "Jimin, no, you'll get sick again!"

"I don't care. I'm gonna kiss you until you love me again," he says determined, but his voice is shaking, eyes wet, and you sigh and put your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

His face is hot against your skin.

"Jimin, you're burning up," you whisper. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"

"Because I know you're already tired of me. I just want to be better. You've been so good to me and I repay you by being a jerk."

His voice breaks and you take his face in your hands and kiss the tear tracks on his cheeks.

"My poor sick baby. I love taking care of you. I just... I'm not feeling so well myself."

He scrambles up to get the thermostat and pops it in your mouth despite your protest. When it beeps his eyes widen.

"All this time you've been sick too?" He says miserably. "I'm the world's worst boyfriend. No wonder you want to leave me."

"Jimin, I would never leave you. I just meant for a couple days so that I could get healthy, that's all."

He frowns. "But it's my job to help you when you're sick."

"Not when you're sick too!"

He shakes his head stubbornly. "No. You can't leave. We'll help each other, yeah?"

He slides under the blanket with you, wrapping you in his arms.

"I love you so much and I'm sorry I was a jerk. Dont ever talk about leaving again, okay? I can't take it."

"Okay," you murmur sleepily, nuzzling your face into his neck. When you kiss his throat, open mouthed, he groans.

"Don't do that, baby. We'll never get better that way."

(You stay sick for another week because you can't keep your hands off each other, but he's an angel the whole time, massaging your sore body and waiting on you hand and foot.)

Jungkook

"Don't lie to me, Jeon Jungkook. I saw no less than five pictures of you at that diner with the same girl every time!"

"Y/n, you know I would never cheat on you." Jungkook speaks through gritted teeth, trying not to raise his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say."

Tears are pricking at your eyes and you're trying not to let them fall. Jungkook knows your last relationship ended because of infidelity, and you don't feel like he's taking you seriously.

You know he thinks you're being irrational, but you're overanalyzing every conversation you'd had with him on tour and you can't help your mind from racing.

He's just looking at you as you keep yelling, and you're about to accuse him of not listening to you when he grabs you and hefts you over his shoulder, striding to the bedroom.

You fight him but he's strong and he pins your arms to the bed, eyes flashing.

"I am not your ex," he says firmly. "I love you and I would never hurt you like that."

You stop struggling and let the tears come, and he lets your arms go and cups your face, thumbing the tears away.

"Hey, I trust you, right? You're here for months alone, looking the way you do, and I don't accuse you of cheating."

"Except that time you saw my friend on my snap story and made up a whole affair in your head before I was able to talk to you two days later." You mumble, chuckling at him.

"I still don't like that guy. He's too touchy," he mutters and kisses your neck.

"I'm sorry. I just...I worry you'll meet someone better."

He nips at your ear. "Impossible. You're perfect for me. Now, how are you going to make this up to me, huh?"

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The Champion’s Champion (Zelina Vega x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  Hi! Is it possible to get a request where reader is the NXT women's champion and is dating Zelina Vega & since we all know Z has a thing with power, reader allows her to wear her championship and just be in control when they have sex? Tysm!

SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Your favorite pair of brown orbs settle on you backstage and you grin.  

Their owner, your girlfriend, Zelina Vega makes her way towards you, hips swaying seductively. She eventually gets to you, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss.  

“Hola bebé (Hey baby.)” She whispers and you grin, pressing another kiss to her lips.  

“Ready?” You ask, holding your arm out and she takes it, rolling her eyes when she realizes you’re flexing slightly.  

She gives your bicep a squeeze.  

“Si.”  

You move through the backstage area, you girlfriend gently stroking your bicep.  

“MOVE FOR YOUR NXT CHAMPION. Idiotas (Idiots.)” She mumbles and you snort.  

Your girlfriend had always been incredibly forward, where as you were soft spoken and sweet.

You chuckle, turning your head to press a kiss to her temple, the woman grinning.  

“Vamos a mostrarle a Charlotte cómo se hace (Let's show Charlotte how it's done).” She rasps and you nod, smirking cockily.  

“Let’s go.”  

                                                          ***

Your music hits, you and Zelina swaggering out onto the stage, Zelina still gripping your bicep.  

You turn to her sending her a wink and a charming smile, slapping your NXT belt on your waist before the two of you move towards the ring where Charlotte Flair is waiting, her eyes narrowed.  

Zelina moves up the stairs, you holding her hand tightly so she doesn’t fall in the incredibly high heels she’s wearing, you pull the ropes down your girlfriend bending towards you as she slips into the ring, you slipping in to stand beside her.  

Boldly you walk straight up to Charlotte, unclipping your title from your waist and holding it high in the air, face impassive.  

Charlotte scowls, green orbs darting from you, to the title and back.  

“Así es como se ve un verdadero campeón (This is what a true champion looks like.)” Zelina smirks, cupping your cheeks and turning your head so she can press a kiss to your lips.  

“Patear el culo de esa perra (Kick that bitch’s ass.)”

You smirk.  

“Para ti (For you.)”  

                                                          ***

You were absolutely dominating Charlotte Flair, much to Zelina’s delight, her brown orbs on you as she traps her bottom lip between her teeth.  

Needless to say, watching you complete dominate in the ring was an absolute turn on for the woman, your confidence and cockiness in the ring sending a jolt straight to the woman’s core.  

“Si Papi... (Yes, daddy.)” She whispers, low enough just for you to hear and you smirk, glancing down at her and sending you a wink.  

“Todo para ti bebé  (Everything for you baby.)”

Zelina lets out a full body shiver at your feet of strength, picking Charlotte up and slamming her onto the mat again and again as if she weighed nothing.  

Zelina licks her lips slowly, grinning when you get the 1,2,3, pinning the GREAT Charlotte Flair. She rushes towards the time keeper’s area, grabbing your title and slipping into the ring.  

She holds the title up with one hand while using her other to pull you into a kiss, the woman beaming with pride.  

“Volvamos al hotel y celebremos (Let’s go back to the hotel and celebrate.)”  

You smirk, growling possessively.  

“You read my mind.”  

                                                          ***

The second you hit the hotel room Zelina is on you, letting out a growl as she literally tears your button up off, your buttons flying all over the room.  

“You better buy me a new one Vega.” You tease, the woman shoving you back against the way, her tongue slipping into your mouth.  

You groan, sliding your hands down her back and palming her ass roughly.  

“Ahh, Si Papi (Yes daddy)…" She purrs and you groan, the woman slipping her fingers behind your back and unhooking your title from your waist.  

She hums, looking down at the shining belt.  

The woman cockily smirks as she slips the belt around her own waist, clipping it on.  

“I’m the champion tonight.” She winks and you smirk.  

“Well champ... What do you want?” You ask, a brow arched and Zelina takes a step back, making a show of stripping herself bare, your NXT champion the only thing covering her lower half.  

“I want you to take your clothes off.”  

Wordlessly, you slip your torn shirt off before unhooking your bra, Zelina licking her lips as you kick your shoes off and slowly unbutton your pants.  

Your girlfriend eyes you hungrily, her brown orbs black as you slowly unzip your pants, the sound deafening in the quiet room.  

Zelina’s brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C orbs as you slowly, shimmy out of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your boxers.  

“Detener (Stop).” Zelina growls and you freeze, growling when instead of pulling your boxers down, she unbuttons the fly at the front before slipping her hand inside, her fingertips running through your folds.  

“Ahhh...” You tilt your head back, grunting when Zelina starts to nip at your neck. 

“Ya mojada (Already wet.)” She whispers, kissing your collar bone and you grunt, your brows furrowing.  

“Por Favor (Please.)” You groan when Zelina ducks her head to bite the swell of your breasts.  

“Paciencia (Patience.)”

You sigh impatiently, crying out when Zelina begins suckling on your breast, her brown orbs locked on your dark Y/E/C lust filled orbs, meanwhile her fingers are still running through your folds, avoiding where you need her most.  

She lavishes your breasts, lashing her tongue against your nipple before tacking as much of your breast as she can in her mouth before again teasing the erect bud in her mouth.  

“Yes, fuck...” Your hips cant when Zelina’s fingers lightly tease your clit, your whole body shuddering.  

Zelina meanwhile has turned her attention to your other breast, her fingers slowly stroking your clit, the apex between your thighs growing wetter and wetter.  

She grins, turning to bury her nose in your neck as her fingers speed up, drawing tight, fast circles against your clit.  

You lean your head back, hips rocking in time with Zelina’s strokes.  

“¿Te gusta eso? (You like that?)” She moans against your neck and you nod.  

“Harder?” Zelina whispers and you nod, the woman grinning.  

“Use your words.” She purrs, sucking on your neck and you grunt.

“P-Please...” You stutter, Zelina biting your neck, hard.  

“Que soy esta noche (What am I tonight?)” She asks, giving your clit a pinch and you let out a raspy groan that makes the woman embarrassingly wet.  

“Champ... P-Pl-Please... Ha-Harder.” You shiver, Zelina grinning.  

She leans back, but before you can protest, she moves to stand right in front of you, slipping her hands down the front of your boxers.  

“Ugh, fuck Zelina...” You groan when Zelina slips a finger inside you, exploring the tight channel between your legs.  

“Tan mojada (So wet.)” She whispers, slipping another finger inside you, sliding them in and out of your tight heat.  

Zelina looks up at you, grinning at the thin sheen of sweat that’s formed on your face, your hips rocking harder as you chase your release.  

“¿Cerca? (Close?)” She asks and you nod, wordlessly, mere seconds from your release.  

Zelina’s fingers still and you let out an embarrassingly loud whine.  

“No... Bebita... yo estaba tan cerca (No... Babygirl... I was so close.)” You howl when your eyes flash open and you see Zelina on her knees, the woman winking before she buries herself between your legs.  

Your brows furrow, your mouth gaping as you rock into Zelina’s eager tongue, your body tingling as if every nerve ending in your body had been stimulated.  

Zelina grins against you as your fingers slip into her hair, fisting handfuls of her hair as you pull her closer.  

The feel of your legs shuddering, and clit throbbing beneath her tongue tells Zelina your close, the woman whispering against your dripping core.  

“Cum bebé, cum.” She flicks her tongue against your clit and you do letting out a guttural howl as you tumble over the edge, body rocked by a powerful orgasm.  

Zelina is all too happy to help you down from your high, her tongue slowing when you eventually slide down the wall, a blissed out grin on your face as Zelina leans in for a kiss, your essence on her tongue.  

“Buena (Good?)” She asks and you chuckle.  

“Fucking great.” You rasp. “Fucking amazing.” You pull the woman into your lap, the apex between her thighs resting on your leg.  

“Someone’s wet.” You whisper, bending your leg just so, Zelina letting out a grunt.  

“Siiii (Yes.)”  

She lets out a squeal when you suddenly lift her into the air and carry her to the bed, all the while pressing sloppy kisses to her breast, stopping to nip and tease her nipples.  

“Ugh.” She groans when you sit her down on a nearby dresser, dropping to your knees and immediately latching on to her clit.  

“Oh, Dios mío (Oh, my god.)” She whines, your title scrapping against her stomach as she rocks.  

“Always taste so good.” You whisper, nipping at the button between her legs.  

“Follame (Fuck me.)” She snarls and you smirk, slipping both of her legs over your shoulders.  

“Oh, I’ll be happy to.”  

Zelina cries out when you dive between her legs, nudging her clit with your nose as your tongue explores her tight heat.  

Zelina grins as she rocks into you, tangling her fingers in your hair.  

“Make me cum.” She sighs. “Make the campeona (champion) cum.”

You give her clit a couple teasing nips before you latch onto it, sucking and lashing your tongue against the pulsing nub until the woman above you gasps, loudly, her entire body shuddering.  

Zelina continues to rock against your tongue, her body stilling when she comes down from her powerful orgasm.  

“Always so good with your boca (mouth.)”  Zelina sighs, unaware that you’d moved to your feet.  

Zelina groans when you abruptly slide two fingers into her, picking up a relentless pace as your fingers slip in and out of her tight heat.  

“Oh!” She cries out when you lift her up and press her against a nearby wall, the woman bouncing on your fingers.  

“Yes, yes, yes...” Zelina chants over and over again, the wrinkle between her brows deep.  

��I’m...” She starts, her mouth gaping and you smirk.  

“Gonna cum again?” You ask and the woman nods, burying her face in your neck as she convulses, crying out, panting against your shoulder as you help her down from her high, her body twitching.  

“Oh, Dios mío (Oh, my god.)” She pants and you grin, turning to kiss the side of her head.  

“No, he terminado contigo (I’m not done with you...)” Zelina lets out a squeal when you place her on the bed before laying down yourself and lifting her up, placing her on top of you, her legs on either side of you.  

“You’re in charge champ...” You whisper knitting your fingers together and slipping your joined hands behind your head.  

“Use me.”  

The last line makes Zelina clit throb, your NXT title still tight around her waists as she situations herself just over your own core.  

The first rock of her hits makes you shake, your hands grasping her waist, the cool medal of your title beneath your fingertips.  

Zelina’s hips pick up speed and soon you’re sitting up, rutting into one another wildly.  

Zelina cups your cheeks, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips, it’s only a few moments later when she cries out, her orgasm hitting her abruptly, the feel of her essence coating yours enough to make you cum, groaning against her neck as the two of you rut into one another before stilling, the two of you panting heavily.  

Zelina pulls back with a massive grin, leaning back in to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Fuck.” She whispers, undoing your belt and tossing it on to the hotel room’s opposite bed before spreading your legs and snuggling between them.  

“That was...” She sighs and you chuckle.  

“Buen (good?)” You ask and Zelina laughs.  

“Fucking amazing... I need to be champ more often.”  

[lunarimagines]

WATCH ME BABYGIRL [20]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: final part of the series! thank you for the support and the love you gave it! now onto the next one ;) (a jk bodyguard fic)

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“I think this is the last box babe,” Jungkook huffed as he looked for a place to set down the lumpy cardboard box. You gestured vaguely to a free spot on your counter as you surveyed your one bedroom apartment. Though you had toured it before it looked TINY now that all of your stuff was moved in. Would you even be able to fit everything? Of course Jungkook’s stuff was strewn with yours, but he’d insisted the two of you would only need a one bedroom apartment. You sighed as you reached down to begin unpacking some of the essential items.

Arms wrapped loosely around your waist and a soft kiss was pressed to the back of your neck. You hummed at the feeling. It had been a huge decision to move in with Jungkook during college, but you figured that since your relationship with him had already lasted this long it could stand to last many more years. Plus you loved being around him. You loved seeing a rogue sock here or there, smelling his scent on your bedsheets, placing your toothbrush in the holder next to his. The little things really do count.

“Hey… do you want to break in the bed with me?” Jungkook asked, craning his neck around so that you could see he had one eyebrow cocked. You rolled your eyes as you swatted his hands off of you.

“No. I want to unpack this and meet the neighbors before we even THINK about ‘breaking the bed in’,” you scolded, turning back to unpacking the box you had started on. Jungkook snickered behind you, but nonetheless he began to help you unpack. You mentally yelled at Taehyung and Jimin for jokingly giving the two of you housewarming gifts. At the time it had been amusing, but now that you were actually unpacking them and trying to figure out where the hell to put them it was considerably less amusing…

“Do you think they’d be heartbroken if we.. donated some of their gifts?” Jungkook questioned as he pulled a ridiculous doormat out of a bag. 

“They’ll never even have to know,” you replied, setting a now empty box aside. “I’m declaring this box the official donation box.”

Jungkook rolled up the mat and tossed it into the box before he continued unpacking. You watched the way his forearm muscles stood out as he pulled out heavier items and you admired the way his face became scrunched as he concentrated on figuring out where each item should go. You tried to busy yourself with unpacking more, but your eyes kept being drawn to Jungkook. You couldn’t help but think back to when you first started dating Jungkook. Both of you were so different now… You liked to think about how the two of you had grown together and how much you’d grown the love the boy in front of you. Your past self probably would have hit you if you’d told them you were going to be living with Jungkook someday, so infatuated with him that it was difficult to breathe sometimes. 

“We should frame a photo of me so that you can stare at that when I’m away,” Jungkook teased when he caught you staring. You smiled softly at him, not even bothering to joke with him. This was one of those moments when your chest felt so warm and tight and your heart felt too big to be contained and you wanted to cry because you were so in love with everything. 

Jungkook seemed to sense this because he quickly crossed the small space to grasp you in a tight hug. You snuggled into his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist as you breathed in his scent. 

“You know I love you. I love you so fucking much,” Jungkook whispered into your hair. You nodded in response and grasped at the back of his shirt to pull him closer to you.

“You know I feel the same way, right? It’s so overwhelming sometimes,” you replied softly, placing a soft kiss on his chest. He smiled and ran his hands down your back softly, tracing the words “I love you” as he went. 

“Do you think we’ll always be like this? I mean like this in love?” you questioned tentatively. 

Jungkook didn’t even stop to ponder before he replied, “Absolutely we will be.” 

You pulled back and looked up to plant a kiss on his lips before you pulled out of his grasp to continue unpacking. 

“What do you want to do tonight?” 

Jungkook looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and his mouth pulled into a goofy half-smile. “I have something planned… We have to be there by 7pm though because that’s when I made our reservation. We can always go out to eat before we go I suppose.”

“What are we signed up for at 7pm?” you asked, your eyebrows scrunching in confusion. You knew whatever Jungkook had planned was bound to be fun, but you wondered why Jungkook was being so secretive about it. 

“Help me move this box?” 

You were pulled from your wonderings by Jungkook calling out to you. Not even bothering to call him out for changing the subject, you wove through the maze of boxes to reach him to see he was struggling to lift a box onto the counter. Wrapping your arms around the box, you prepared yourself… only to be able to lift the nearly empty box with ease. It probably didn’t even weight five pounds. Jungkook simply stood there smiling widely, his eyes crinkled at the corner and filled with love. You knew he’d done this to distract you, and it worked. You laughed out loud at his shenanigans.

“Wow muscles, okay!” he praised as you flexed. You smiled as you leaned over to peck his lips before going back to your own boxes. Yeah, living with the love of your life was the best decision you had ever made, second only to agreeing to be Jungkook’s girlfriend. 

When 6:15 pm had rolled around the two of you had finally finished unpacking most of the boxes and were halfway through devouring some takeout you’d ordered when it became clear the two of you had a SHIT ton of boxes left. You decided not to think about that and instead turned your attention to figuring out whatever Jungkook had planned for you. 

“What should I wear for our rendezvous tonight?” you questioned, trying to get a hint as to what you would be doing tonight as you tucked your leftover takeout into the fridge. Jungkook hummed as he reached around you to stack his food next to yours.

“Something athletic and comfortable,” he relied, kissing the side of your head as he moved back. Not helpful at all, although admittedly you were too distracted by the kiss to really think about what he’d said. The kiss had been so soft and filled with love. You adored the little kisses he gave you throughout the day and mentally noted that the physical affection was another thing you adored about Jungkook. “Oh! And probably something dark, too.”

You nodded as you walked over to the couch where your clothes were currently spread. 

“Is all black too much?” you questioned, holding up a jeans and t-shirt combo. 

Jungkook shook his head. “Nope. That’s just right.” 

Fifteen minutes later, you and Jungkook were both dressed in head-to-toe black. You were climbing into the passenger seat of his car as he held the door open for you, closing it when you were tucked into your seat.

“I heard this place is the best in town,” Jungkook said as he slipped into the driver’s seat and started the car. 

“What place?”

Jungkook simply quirked an eyebrow at you as he pulled into the street. “You’ll see.”

The place, it turned out, was a laser tag place. As in a laser tag place like where the two of you had your first date with one another. As in where you’d realized just how hard you’d fallen for Jungkook.

“Ugh you’re so cheesy and it’s so cute,” you whined as you walked beside Jungkook into the building. 

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked, a cocky grin on his face. “I’m just too good, right?” 

The laser tag place had cameras set up to see inside of the laser tag course. There were not only walls to hide behind but also obstacles to get around. The vests were pitch black, no blinking lights to indicate they were even on. The guns only glowed faintly around the barrel, a soft white glow that turned a soft shade of orange when fired. You watched as another team went through the course, tripping over small indents in the floor meant to be challenges. They had missions on glowing screens within bases and you could see they were racing to complete as the timer ticked down from 1:30… 1:29… 1:28…

“This is a lot more difficult than the one at home,” you whispered to Jungkook. He nodded as he watched the screens but you knew he was up to the challenge. The reason he’d probably chosen the place was because it was so different and difficult. 

You suited up beside Jungkook, the two of you managing to be on the same team. He tightened a strap on your vest before kissing you quickly. “Ready to kick ass and take names?” he joked.

You adjusted your vest and gave him a thumbs up. “Absolutely, bitch.”

As soon as the course opened the two of you ran towards your base and you tried to note where the obstacles were before the lights were turned off. You knew you wouldn’t remember though, and you hoped you wouldn’t twist an ankle. You’d already signed a waiver saying whatever injuries you sustained would not be at the fault of the laser tag group. 

You ducked down behind Jungkook as the clock on the wall counted ten seconds until lights out.

“Okay here’s the plan. I take the front, you take the back. We switch each mission. If one of us dies we both go back to the base to recharge because it won’t be any good if we BOTH die. Sound good?” Jungkook reasoned. You nodded and he hugged you into his side and kissed your head quickly as the clock reached zero and you were thrown into darkness. The neon lights buzzed on. You and Jungkook took one look at the screen showing your mission, then at each other, and then the two of you were running through the course.

“Movement on the right side,” you whispered to Jungkook. He tapped your arm as an indication for you to shoot when you had a clear shot. As soon as you saw a flash of neon you were shooting. Your gun glowed orange and buzzed, letting you know you had fired and hit your target. 

It was more chaotic than the original course. There were about 20 more people to compete with and every now and then you would find yourself falling right into an enemy trap. Sometimes even Jungkook would fall for the traps. With one minute remaining in the course the two of you were down by one kill. 

“We need two kills to win… Here,” Jungkook pulled your arm as he ducked into a small alcove you hadn’t seen before despite passing the spot numerous times. “Okay, new plan. I know there’s another base across from here. We both take a side and hope the other team returns. Watch the scoreboard because even though they’re ahead in kills they’re also dying a lot.”

You hummed quietly in response, crouching beside Jungkook and leaning against his side. 

“Oh, and one more thing,” he whispered suddenly. You felt him tug at your hand and you let go of the gun only to feel him slip a ring… onto your left hand ring finger. You whipped your head around to look at your boyfriend, your mouth hanging slack with shock. He giggled. “It’s a promise ring. I don’t think I’m ready for marriage yet, but I do want you to know how serious I am about you. I love you so much, Y/N.” 

You were about to say something back, maybe even cry, when Jungkook quickly shushed you as he saw the enemies approaching.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your head feeling light. The clock was at ten seconds. 

“One… two… three… shoot!”

You felt your gun buzz and heard Jungkook’s buzz softly. 

“We should go pro,” you whispered as the clock hit zero, your mind still reeling from the ring now adorning your finger. 

“Fuck yeah we should,” Jungkook whispered back, high fiving you before pulling you into a tight hug. “Reigning champions.” 

The two of you tried not to hold your heads too high despite being happy with your win. You congratulated the other teams and even set up a time to come back to play. 

In the light of the lobby you could see the ring clearly. You could also see Jungkook had a matching one on his left hand ring finger. They were dainty, gold, and perfectly sized. You had no doubt he’d gotten Taehyung to steal some of your jewelry to figure out the perfect size. 

“I love the ring. I love you, Jungkook,” you said as the two of you walked hand-in-hand through the parking lot to his car. He squeezed your hand lightly before bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles lightly. 

“And I love you, Y/N.”

You weren’t sure you believed in fate, but you knew something had brought you and Jungkook together. Originally, Jungkook was just your brother’s annoying best friend. You couldn’t stand him but he just couldn’t resist teasing you. As it turned out, he would go to any length to find his way into your heart. And you weren’t even about to complain.

[fathertaurus]

Written by 💀 anon: Here’s some smut for y’all. I’ve been working on this for a few days so I hope it suffices! Stay horny bitches

“Hey Bub what time is it,” your voice raised in hopes he could hear you from somewhere in the depths of the house.

You were currently leaning over the bathroom counter, as close to the mirror as possible, applying the last bits of makeup needed for a night out with the squad. You were clad only in your underwear, a black laced thong, and your deep v cut dress was hung on the back of the closed door.

It was the first night in a few weeks, hell maybe even a month, that everyone was in town and free to hang out. Even David, much to your surprise, was down to hang out. As long as he could take his camera. You smiled to yourself, knowing how much trouble y’all would get into tonight. It’s always bound to happen when everyone was drunk and together.

You heard shuffling on the other side of the door and then a light knock before the door creaked open, “did you call me babe?”

Turning you say “yeah I asked what time it was.”

As you said it the door was finally fully opened and you both locked eyes. His rake up and down your exposed body, a certain fire igniting behind them. He’s standing, belt undone and black collared shirt completely hung open. Flustered, you realize both of your mouths were hung open slightly.

“Oh uh sorry babe I didn’t mean to barge in,” he stuttered.

“You’ve seen me naked before, Bub, it’s fine. And actually I need your help zipping my dress up anyway.” You stepped toward him to grab the dress from the door. Stripping it from the hanger, you hand the hanger in his direction and shimmy into the dress.

You hear the hanger hit the floor somewhere behind you both, and you turn your back to him so he can zip you in. His fingers delicately trail down your skin before finally doing the zipper and settling his hands on your waist. Letting your hair down from the loose bun you had it in to get ready, it falls along your shoulders and you turn into him, looking up into his eyes.

Hands dragging up from his waist, to his chest, and up his neck into his hair, you settle there.

“Hey,” you breathe out. You were quite sure he was looking at you as if he has never seen you before.

He locks one hand behind your neck, pulling you up and into him more. “You look absolutely divine, babygirl.” His voice is low and husked.

Your lips are so close together. You feel his brush against yours slightly, asking for permission. You press into him slightly, giving him what he asks. He smiles and plants his lips to yours. His hand still on your neck, he pulls you as close as possible, deepening the kiss. You feel his tongue swipe, wanting more from you.

“You’re going to ruin my makeup,” you whisper as you break away from his lips.

He locks eyes with you, “oh baby I’m gonna ruin so much more than that.”

Your breath catches. There is something behind his eyes, something almost animalistic. You long knew he liked to be in control, and you were always happy to oblige his dominant advances in the bedroom, but this was something different. Something more.

Suddenly he’s backing you up against the counter, your butt hits and he growls, “Up.” You oblige and your legs hook around his lower half.

Hands grasping the loose bits of his belt you pull him close. His hand engulfs your throat and he presses his lips to yours again, fervently. He cocks your neck to the side and begins his descent. He’s on your neck now, sucking and nipping.

His hands are pushing the straps of your dress down and you’re desperately hiking your dress up. It’s now bundled around your midriff.

He pulls back and looks you up and down before locking eyes and whipping his belt out of the loops. Your hands out of instinct reach for his pants as you begin to fumble open his fly. You hastily pull down on the waist of the pants and his boxers and they pool around his ankles.

He’s breathing heavily and you can’t take your eyes off of the sight in front of you. Ruffled hair, collared shirt open and slung still on his figure, and his cock hard ready for you.

He smirks and you absentmindedly mutter “Please,” feeling your underwear soaking just looking at him. He’s still staring at you as his hand begins working himself. You inch yourself closer to the edge of the counter to give him ease of access.

His hand locks back around your neck and he says “Tell me you want it.”

“God baby please. You know I do.” You’re breathless now. Panting for him.

“No. Fucking say it.”

“David please. I need you to fuck me. Now.” That’s all he needs. In one swift motion he has your thong pulled to the side and he’s entered you.

He fills you as you both moan in pleasure. He wraps one arm around your waist and one hand around your throat and pulls you into him. You clutch his biceps, digging your nails in, as he pounds himself into you. You push closer to him, planting kissing on every inch of your skin you can find. He hitches your leg up more around his waist and the new angle cause you to bite down. You’re now nipping and sucking at his collarbone, stifling every yelp of pleasure as he hits exactly where he needs.

Suddenly his hand is wrapped in your hair and pulls you back to look at you. Tears streaming down your face, you’re having a hard time catching your breath as he never breaks eye contact.

“Fuck! Please fuck me harder, Dave. Please.”

He gets this devilish look on his face, smile half cocked. Your gut fills with butterflies and god help you if that didn’t almost make you cum right there.

His thrusts stop, “Turn around.” You nod and follow command, hopping down and turning around to lean over the counter. He’s entered you again in a heartbeat and you push your face to the counter letting out a loud moan.

He’s pulling up on your hair again, “Look at yourself while I fuck you.” You open your eyes and the sight before you is almost too much. Eyeliner and mascara smudged along your lower lash line, sweated hair matted in his hand. And him. Oh boy him. His other hand is splayed across your lower back and he’s looking down as he fucks in and out of you.

Sweat glistening his chest, he finally looks up to meet your eyes. Your vision starts to tunnel as he pushes into you harder. He’s sloppy now and you know he’s just as close as you are.

“Please baby I’m so close,” you moan as he hits your g spot once more. His hand leaves your hair and hooks underneath you to press right on your clit.

You cry out as he says “not until I say so.” You nod but you know you can’t hold off much longer. You lean up so your back is pressed to his chest and you pull his face into your neck, begging him to kiss you.

Your hands thread into his hair and he obliges you, sucking and nipping at your exposed flesh as he drives harder up into you. You know you’ll have bruises on your hip bones in the morning but you don’t care; the pain mixed with pleasure is overwhelming you.

You feel yourself begin to lose it, you clinch yourself tighter around him in hopes that it’ll buy you more time, but his fingers work your clit once more and you hit your high. It rolls through you like the ocean and you crash forward onto the cold tiled sink, curse words escaping your lips at every thrust he still gives you. Your orgasm sends him over the edge and he goes almost lax against you, sloppy thrusts, as he hits his own high.

He grunts, “fuck babygirl how do you feel so good?” He pulls out as he comes down and plants one single kiss to your shoulder blade. He reaches down for his boxers and pants still looked at his ankles and hikes them up a bit.

“Grab me a towel would ya?” You shakily step towards the towel rack and hand him his. He wipes the sweat from himself before he begins doing the same to you.

“You were supposed to wait until I told you to cum,” a smirk settled on his face, he starts doing his pants up. You’re breathless, dress still hiked around your waist

“Yeah yeah and we were supposed to be at Jason’s house 15 minutes ago.”

“Get your cute little ass fixed back up then and we’ll just meet them at the club. I gotta change shirts,” he turns to leave.

“You’re going to be the death of me Dobrik,” you mutter as you begin fixing your dress.

“With pleasure babygirl.”

[hayleyshorriblethoughts-blog]

Introductory.

I’m beginning this blog on a sort of impulse here which I do not wish to share just yet. I can assure however, if you asked me this morning if I were starting a blog on my “feelings”, I’d tell you to shove it. But here I am doing the exact opposite of what I feel is right all for the sole purpose of believing if I do not get all my emotional baggage off my chest in some way, I’m going to explode. (Shit that sounded intense didn’t it) And oh boy is there a whole crap fest going on in my head as I type this. Yes, just little old, insignificant me. With swollen red eyes and matted curly hair, typing on a blog post nobody will see or care to read. One thing to know for sure is that I’m absolute shit at writing. So it’s a real shame that it’s one of the only things I take joy in doing. I pray what I sit here writing isn’t too shoppy and incoherent to understand. But it’s alright though, nobody is really here reading this anyway. I can’t really blame you for it either.

Now onto the reason of me beginning this blog, you might think it’s a completely petty thing. And hey, we are all intitled to our own opinion. But this one seemingly petty thing may be stupid to some….but it means a great deal to me. Sometimes I wondering if my feelings are even valid, let alone valued. That’s aside the point. I’m getting side tracked again. I honestly don’t know where to begin. I guess it would be Monday. The first day of our spring break.

So anyways, that Monday I asked my good friend Jacob to go to the movies with me on Friday night and he said he would think about it. Me, I was naturally excited seeing as this is my first chance to interact with Jacob outside of school.

A particularly valuable detail to mention is that I have a raging crush on Jacob. I had been pining after Jacob for about 4 months. And endless late nights spent texting him, and the long hours spent flirting with him in band class generally turned us into really great friends. He had always initiated the flirting, so naturally I thought he would totally be down to come to the movies with me but I was sorely mistaken.

I’m pretty sure I, well, we, fucked everything up on Wednesday night. We were texting like any other time and it must have been about 2 o'clock I’m in the morning. We were just joking around and sending each other memes when suddenly he sends me a statically diffrent text it read,

Hey baby Girl what’s up. Naturally the only human reaction to your crush calling you babygirl, is to freak the fuck out. He advanced his flirtinting with me after that. All his innocent flirtations began morphing into something hotter, erotic even. I told him I liked it when he called me babygirl.

Then my kinky side took over and I called him “daddy”

And he seemed really fucking into it.

After that, it seemed only to fuel his fire. Figuratively speaking. He described all the stuff he wanted to do to me and I was both shocked and incredibly aroused by this.

It was long before we started, well, kind of role-playing? Idk if that’s what I would call it. It was basically us, describing what we would do to each other if we were there together. He told me how he’d fuck me and call me babygirl, and I was hanging on to every sentence he typed.

And then he asked me for nudes.

This is not as big of a deal as it may seem because I had already sent him pictures before. Just one time. And he had been my first and ofcouse he’d sent some back, but that was nothing like right now. Right now we were not just friends. Right now it was hot and Jacob was getting me all aroused with his words.

So I consented and sent him a picture of my chest.

Then he sent me a picture of his dick and I think I was more turned on at that moment than I’d ever been.

He obviously jerked off to my pic too. And something about that made me proud. Like wow I actually turned on a guy.

I went to bed that night feeling satisfied and happy. My last thought was probably 2 words.

Baby girl.

The next day I woke up late and attempted to get a conversation started up with Jacob so maybe we could talk about the nights past events but I could get no response.

I didn’t worry too much though, he was probably just busy.

But by Thursday night my anxiety has eaten a soccer ball sized hole through my stomach. And I still had no reply.

I finally got a reply around 12 ish and it was a short blunt text from Jacob saying that he was sorry he wouldn’t be able to make it to the movies on friday

My brain automatically jumped to a thousand conclusions of why he wouldn’t come. But I chalked it up to…

1.hes no longer interested because he got what he wanted, and he didn’t like what he saw.

I could shoot my self, I was so stupid. I felt and still feel like an easy whore. I should have never sent him pictures. I wanted to crawl in a hole and freaking die.

In an attempt to find some closure I texted my best friend of 5 years Sydney. I knew she would make me feel better. So I invited her to the movies instead. And I soon got a reply saying she couldn’t come because she was trying to save money. I quickly responded saying I would pay for her and pick her up but she still declined saying she was busy.

In an attempt to save my self esteem I stopped asking so I didn’t seem like a desperate loser, no matter how much it stung.

I felt bad because my mom has already bought tickets and she’s bought an extra for no reason. So I decided to call up, in a last resort, my cousin, Taylor. I lied to him saying my mom had ‘Accidentally’ bought an extra ticket instead of my other option which was to explain that nobody would go with me.

Keep in mind I already felt like shit about everything that has happened priorly. So, I was more than pleasantly surprised when he responded back enthusiastically that he would love to go. I smiled and thought to my self, wow. If there’s one thing you can rely on, it’s family.

I was mistaken yet again.

Nearly 2 hours later I was in the shower washing my hair in order to look nice for the nights event, when I heard my phone beep.

I quickly dried off before running to my phone. (I think a part of me was still holding out for Jacob)

It was Taylor texting me remorsefully about how he couldn’t come with because he would have to work extended hours at his job.

I felt sorry because he had been the only one who truly wanted to go tonight.

I told him it was alright and we could hang out some other time.

Later that night when I went to the movies with my parents I was feeling more than one emotion. I felt lonely. And like I wasn’t good enough or worthy of anyone’s company. I also still felt like a stupid whore so that didn’t help matters either.

My problems felt petty and insignificant, but they still consumed my whole being.

I couldn’t focus on the movie.

When I got home I sat on my bed wanting nothing more than to disappear into the dark lonely abiss that was my mind.

I checked my instagram instead.

Imagine my surprise when I see that my cousin Taylor had instead of working late, has gone fishing with his friends.

I couldn’t really blame him. I coudnt blame any of them. I wouldn’t want to hang out with me either.

I turned off my phone and went into the bathroom and cried.

Pathetic, I know.

But I can’t seem to stop fucking up.

My mom tried to hug me when I walked out. And I didn’t hug her back. She had done nothing wrong it wasn’t her fault I was a fucking idiot. She had been the one to buy the tickets and drive me there. And I pushed her away.

I was a fucking bitch. And I always make everything worse. I was screwing up every time I turned around.

Naturally my mom got pissed and she came into my room and yelled at me and I just sat there and took it because I knew I deserved it.

When she left I cried some more.

Now, I sit here, typing this god awful situation. I don’t even know what to say.

Oh that’s right, Welcome to my Blog. :/