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Small echoes from the few passing cars rang in my ears, as the sun started to burn properly into my skin. My heavy feet dragged themselves across the street, aching every step of the way. They always hurt like this, whenever I’d joined the boys for their early morning workout.

Though, I didn’t quite want to admit it, I simply couldn’t keep up with them. Especially Geoff was a beast and contingently mocked me, every time I had to stop and catch my breath.

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Matty Healy Fic // You Look So Cool //

“Remember to make it quick,” Ross lectured you, his seat making a soft noise as he twisted around so he could see you better. “There’s only one truck out front, so you most likely won’t have to worry about any customers interrupting you. Just get the money and get out.“

You nod, trying to listen to every detail he gave you despite the pounding going on inside your head. You hoped he didn’t notice how bad your hands were shaking as you traced your fingertips along the seam of your bright red pants.

“I will,” you promised, “Can we go?“

“Yeah,” Matty answered.  

Adam gave you both a quick nod before pulling open the door to the van, and Matty fit the black bandana he’d found over his mouth to complete his look.

“You look so cool,” you said to him, quiet enough so only he heard.  Matty had been exceptionally cold to you ever since you volunteered yourself for this heist, but you were hoping that would be enough to chip away at the wall he’d been building up.  

Just when you were about to begin crossing the parking lot leading to the small shop, he gripped onto your hand tightly, causing you to turn and face him before tugging you in for a kiss, his lips felt so soft and warm even through the fabric.

"I love you,” he whispered against your mouth.

“I love you,“ you said back.

Based off from the Robbers Music Video

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anonymous asked:

31 with taehyung please ^-^

thank you for requesting! i hope you like it! 

31. “I’m trying to flirt with you.” 


Originally posted by ladynwh

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Something To Enjoy (Jackson x Reader x Namjoon smut)

A/N: This has been in my inbox forever so I apologise for only just getting around to it now. There isn’t much bondage because in all honestly, I don’t really know how to write about that, but I hope you enjoy it anyway   ^^ 

Warnings: daddy kink, threesome, bad language? 

Words: 4502

You weren’t too sure how you had come to be in the situation you were in. One night with one too many drinks and a wild imagination and here you were, your wrists loosely but firmly tied to your bedframe with a black and white bandana and a matching red and white one covering your eyes, blocking out your vision. You could feel the bed shifting beneath you but with two of your senses unable to be used, you had no clue what was going on in front of you. You could hear the quiet whispers of your boyfriend, Jackson and one of his best friends, Namjoon, but you could barely make out what they were saying which made you a whole lot more anxious about how this night was going to unfold.

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Thighs [Sin Sunday] - T.O.P

Summary: All the dirty thoughts that sparked from him sitting down.

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Thigh riding, degradation, swearing, well like it’s smut too so yeah


A/N: My first smut!!!! What do you guys think? Is it good? I low key think I have a thing riding kink. I have another one on the way and I swear if it doesn’t take me to hell I don’t know what will. Please let me know what you think, I love feedback. Inbox is always open!

~ Admin Brooklyn


Seunghyun let out a soft groan as he sat in the white chair. You eyed him as he lowered himself into the arm chair. His outfit completely contrasted from the nice white fabric of the chairs exterior. An all black long-sleeve that showcased his arms perfectly, matched with an all black pant that you guessed was leather with the way the light caught against the muscle on his thighs, and the accessory of a black bandana tied onto his pants.

You eyed his thighs shamelessly. The thick width of his thighs sparking your unholy thoughts. By your mistake your gaze inched upwards, catching sight of the imprint of his cock. Seunghyun watched you intently, catching you staring at his lower half.

“Jagiya, do you want something?” Your face heated up from hearing his deep voice, looking away quickly. You looked up at his face, your cheeks bright red. His head was leaning against the back of the chair, his dark hair contrasting with the fabric of the chair as well and going with his tan skin exquisitely. His eyes stared into you. He knew what you wanted, and it was killing you.

He raised his hand. His relaxed fingers calmly calling you over. You stood up, watching as his arm goes back onto the armrest of the chair. You walked towards him silently, trying to display a calm demeanor while your insides eagerly wanted him to touch you. He eyed you up and down before leaning off of the chair. He stared you down, looking up slightly before letting his gaze trail down slowly. His gaze made you feel small, and all you wanted was to be held in his arms.

You watched as his hands came up to your waist, each hand securely staying on either side of you. He pulled you closer to him, slowly guiding you onto his lap. You straddled his waist, feeling the growing bulge in between your legs. You gaze up at him, your eyes wide and slightly pleading.

“Baby girl, what do you want?” Seunghyun asked, his voice deep and seductive. You rocked your hips against him slightly. You felt his dick grow harder under you. His face contorted slightly, closing his eyes as his head tilted to the side and scrunched up his nose very very slightly. He took a breath and you watched as his chest expanded and contract before he opens his eyes.

“Baby girl, I know what you want,” he said. You looked up at him, eyes pleading with him. “But you have to use your manners. It’s rude not to answer someone’s questions right kitten?”

“Yes it is rude,” you agree. The corner of Seunghyun’s lip tugs upward, a small smirk on his face. You watch as it slowly falls from his face. “I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you baby girl,” he replied. You frowned at him. He knew what you meant, but he loved teasing you like this. You groaned as you felt the hands on your waist slowly rub your sides softly.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you complain. He raises his eyebrows, although he isn’t really surprised.

“Now what made my baby girl so needy?” He asked, taunting you. “I’m sure that me sitting down couldn’t make you that needy that you’ll throw your manners out of the window.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of telling him. Your shameless staring starting to bite you back in the ass now, knowing that you’ll have to confess your thoughts to him. You look down, trying to avoid his strong gaze. You felt his hand on your chin, and he lifts your head up to meet his gaze once again. “Jagiya, what dirty thoughts turned you on?”

“Your thighs,” you confessed. Your cheeks were bright red as you spoke. He looked at you amused, a small smirk played on his lips as he watched you blush under him. “I’ve been thinking about your thighs.”

“I didn’t hear you clearly.”

You squirmed under his grip, wanting to escape the teasing he was doing. Although throughout all the embarrassment of his words, they had urged your need for his touch to grow. You felt your panties dampen as he continued to move his hands. They would rub soothing circles on the side of your hips before gliding forward towards you ass, slowly cupping your backside while snaking downward before coming back up to your hips.

“Seunghyun, I wanna ride your thighs.” You stated clearly. An amused expression crossed his face. He dipped his face lower, his nose nearly touching yours. His eyes never left yours as he moved closer. He kissed your nose, and you closed your eyes.

“I know baby girl,” he said. His voice was hushed, but his husky voice was enough to turn you on. “Go ahead. You can ride my thighs.”

Your eyes shot open and you started at him wide eyed. He smirked at your eager reaction and helped you onto one of his thighs. You straddled his left thigh your clothed pussy against the meat of his thigh. You slowly began rocking your hips against his leg, slowly building friction against your already wet pussy.

“How does that feel baby girl?” He whispered in your ear. Your hands flew this his chest as you held onto him for support. You moaned quietly as your clit begun to get the stimulation it needed. You continued to rock your pussy against his thigh, his words encouraging you.

“You’re so dirty, not even taking off your clothes and you’re already moaning.” You nodded your head. You gasped as he flexed his muscle underneath you. Moaned as your hips ground into him faster. “My dirty little (Y/N), fucking my thighs in order to get off. Such a nasty whore.”

His degradation turned you on, even more, his words and voice shaking you to your core. You continued to grind against him, moaning loudly as you got closer and closer to your high. Seunghyun encouraged you, whispering in your ear dirty words of encouragement.

“Seunghyun, I’m gonna,” you panted breathlessly. Seunghyun’s hands went to your hips, pushing you and guiding you as you rode him.

“Cum,” he demanded. “Cum in your panties like the nasty little girl you are.”

You moaned loudly as you came. Your body shook as your high took you over, letting Seunghyun push your hips against him as you orgasmed.

“Fuck.” Your eyes went wide as you realized what you said. You looked up at Seunghyun shocked, only to be returned with a calm and cool expression. Maybe he didn’t hear it, you hoped he didn’t hear it. You continued to stare up at him, your high gone. You lifted your hips off of him, only for him to push you down on his thigh.

“What did you just say baby girl?” He asked calmly. His calm and collected demeanor was scary.

“I-um, I said duck,” you lie. Seunghyun raised his eyebrow, amused with your lie.

“No, no little girl, you swore,” Seunghyun said. “You know how I feel about you swearing.”

He hates it when a lady swears, and you know he’ll punish you for it. He stares at you intently. “First you ruin my pants and now you swear, you really have lost your manners.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll-”

“You’ll go to our room and take off your clothes, bra and panties only. Understand?” He asked. You nodded your head, eyes wide and pussy wet.

“Good girl. I’m gonna have to punish you. You’re gonna have to earn your right to cum again.”

Movies that End in a Kiss

Relationship: Dean x Reader
Rating: Teens and up.
Warnings: None.
A/N: There is an author’s note at the end because I don’t want to spoil anything.

~3.5k words

Summary: You tell Dean you’re in love with him exactly three times.

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You tell Dean Winchester you love him three times.

Well no, you’ve said it more often than that growing up with him and Sam, taken in by John at a young enough age that the Winchesters are the only family you’ve ever really known. The only one you can remember, anyway. That’s what I love you has meant so far. It meant you’re my family, I’d die for you too and I’m here.

That’s the brothers’ way of saying it, to you, to each other. Never ones for ‘chick flick moments’ or at least that’s what Dean had decided. Jerk. Bitch. Loser.

That’s not the kind of ‘I love you’ being addressed here. You tell Dean you’re in love with him exactly three times.

The first, in true (honorary)Winchester fashion, happens while you’re dying. Of course, it takes a demon taking a bite out of your jugular to man up and fess up. You’re at the end of your rope, out of time. If you’re ever going to tell Dean, it’s now.

You open your mouth but he shushes you.

“Don’t talk,” he says.

I love you, you think as hard as you can, your eyes going wide as though that will help convey the message. Like you could communicate it telepathically or he could read the words in your irises.

Dean misunderstands. He presses the blue, now blood-black, bandana more firmly onto your fatal wound. “Don’t be scared. Sam’s breaking the angel warding right now and Cas is going to get his feathery ass in here and he’s going to heal you up and then we’ll go get burgers and that’ll be that.”

“Dean,” you rasp.

“Okay fine, we’ll go to a twenty-four-hour breakfast place.”

You chortle out a broken sound and wince immediately but the pain blurs along with everything else. You’ve lost a lot of blood, you know because you’re laying in it.

Dean taps your face and it isn’t gentle. “Hey, hey, stay with me, Loser. Don’t be a wimp, I bet it doesn’t even hurt.”

You chuckle again and say, “Only when I laugh.”

“Well then we’re screwed. I’m a very funny guy.” Dean lets out his own small laugh and grins down at you.

You think it doesn’t hurt at all when he’s the one laughing. That sound could erase all your pains and aches. It has many times before. Has made very bad situations, very dark times, just a little better, just a little easier. His smile isn’t half bad either.

The sunlight spills into the space from the open barn doors behind you, hitting Dean’s face in a way that’s making him hard to see, a little hard to look at. He’s lit up like a greek hero might be. Teary eyes shiny and twinkling in the light, hair more blond than brown as the rays filter through it, his skin goddamn glimmers like bronzed gold. Or maybe that’s just your vision that’s starting to go. Spots dance somewhere between your face and Dean’s so this must be it.

“I love you, Dean,” you say because you think it’s the last thing you’ll ever speak and there are no words more important.

You vaguely hear Dean laugh a broken sound, you think you hear him say Cas’ name, something touches you (other than Dean that has his arms around you), everything tingles and everything goes dark.

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