NCT 127 While Packing For A Trip
  • Jaehyun: Would write 'Jung Jefferey' on the label of his suitcase and tell everyone that he's actually called jefferey.
  • Taeyong: has to make sure all of his clothes are cleaned, ironed and folded properly into the case. But ofc making sure everyone is getting ready first.. fabreeze is suddenly missing from his case
  • WinWin: *sits in the corner eating ice cream and watches as his suitcase gets filled by the other members somehow???*
  • Haechan: the bitch who takes shit out of other people's suitcases and fling their shit everywhere just so he could be the 'first one to finish'
  • Yuta: has probably 60% clothes, 7% toiletries, 3% clean underwear, 20% mangas and the last 10% games for his Nintendo packed
  • Johnny: probably packed like 5 books, 3 suddenly disappeared (probably removed from haechan)
  • Mark: Running around like a crazy person because his stuff keeps disappearing, he knew he put his favorite hoodie in the suitcase but it's ???gone
  • Taeil: actually packed everyone small lunch bags for the trip to the airport; "where did my neck massager go?"
  • Doyoung: The hoe that catches haechan doing all mixing up and hiding shit, so close to whooping his ass bc hc forgot where he put Doy's instant coffee


Originally posted by why-jaehyun

Anonymous: “Could you do a scenario with Jaehyun from NCT where he thinks you’re cheating on him but with a happy ending☺”

BOOIII when I read this request I literally ran to my laptop and cried :’) I love me some angst/fluff and i’m ALWAYS thirsty for some Jefferey!!! 💦👅😏 pls send in some more NCT scenario requests :) 

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Characters: You x Jaehyun

Word Count: 2.6K

Plot: Jaehyun thinks you’re cheating on him when you spend all of your time with your co-worker. 

(Y/N) = Your Name

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Dahmer’s Victims

I see a lot of posts about how they died (which is fine), but I wanted to make a post about how they lived. Like, what they were like as people. This information was scattered across multiple sources and incredibly difficult to find.

Steven Mark Hicks

1959-1978 (age 18) Steven, who went by Steve, was picked up by Dahmer whilst hitchhiking home from a rock concert. An activity he did often. He was four days away from his birthday, and had promised his parents he would be home in time for his dads birthday dinner. He was described as friendly, and well liked by everyone he met. He was close with his parents (Richard and Martha), and had a girlfriend at the time of his death. His parents were worried he smoked too much. Hicks often wore a necklace, and two bracelets. For thirteen years his parents held out hope he was alive somewhere. Steven was reportedly kind and chatty towards Dahmer.

Steven Walter Tuomi

1962- 1987 (age 24.) Tuomi simply went by Steve. He worked in a restaurant. He graduated from Ontonagon Area High School in 1981. His family reported him missing three months after his death. His grave was inscribed with the message; “We’ll love you forever.”

James Edward “Jamie” Doxtator

March 1st 1973- January 16th 1988 (age 14.) Jamie was a prostitute who’d had a few run ins with the law over this, but unfortunately was often treated as a criminal rather then a victim of sexual exploitation. Some reports say Doxtator was Hispanic, but most say he was Native American. His mother, Debbie Vega, in her only statement to the press on the matter, stated her sons favourite bible verse was “…Forgive them father, they know not what they do…”, but that Dahmer should not be forgiven for his crimes. Both photos circulated in the media were mugshots. A few reports say he was homeless at the time of his death, but official state records say he was living with his mother at the time. His grave is inscribed with the above mentioned bible verse and an etching of a buck and a deer.

Richard Guerrero

1967-1988 (age 21.) A young bisexual man who’s sister described him as a “mama’s boy.” He was last seen on the way to his friends house. His sister protested a Haunted Milwaukee walking tour focused on Dahmer.

Anthony L. Sears

January 28th 1965 - March 26th 1985 (age 24). Known to friends as Tony, Sears was an aspiring model. He worked at a restaurant and had recently got a promotion. His friend Jefferey Connor drove Tony and Jeffrey to Dahmer’s grandmother’s house. Years later he testified at Jeffrey Dahmer’s trial. Connor and Sears had been friends for 3 years and Tony had promised to call Connor the next morning. 

Raymond Lamont Smith aka Ricky Beeks

1957-1990 (age 32.) Smith had a daughter who was ten at the time of his death. He often left his family for long periods of time. He had spent time in jail, and was involved in prostitution. His family believed he had died a year prior in a shooting.

Edward Warren Smith

August 2nd 1962 - June 14th 1990 (aged 27.) Known as Eddie, or sometimes “Sheik”. According to some reports he was an acquaintance of Dahmer. He often wore a “turban like headband”. Some say he was estranged from his family, his sister claimed otherwise. She also claimed to have got a call from a man she believed was Dahmer, telling her he had killed her brother. After his death his sister and a lawyer talked about starting a company known as “Jeffrey Dahmer Inc.” where she hoped that she, other victims families, and even Dahmer himself could go into business selling Dahmer merchandise. 

Ernest Miller

1967-1990 (age 22.) Miller was a dance student who met Dahmer outside a book store. He wanted to leave his home in Chicago because of the violence. His grandmother described him as a very nice person. Friends described him as outgoing and sociable. Miller’s grandmother claimed she got a call from a man a week after Ernest’s disappearance, chanting “help me”, and later calls of choking and groaning sounds. She believed the caller was Dahmer.

David Thomas

1968-1990 (age 23.) David was the father of a toddler aged little girl. He was on probation for retail theft at the time of his death. The mother of his daughter described him as a devoted and loving father.

Curtis Durrell Straughter

April 6th 1973 - February 18th 1991 (age 18). Straughter lived with his grandmother, Catherine. He was estranged from some of his family members due to his sexual orientation. He had recently lost a job as a nursing assistant and hoped to become a model and earn a University degree. His friend Bernell Howard wrote a song about him after his disappearance. To his friends, he went by the name “Demetra”. His friends were surprised to learn he was among Dahmers victims as Straughter reportedly did not like white men. The mother of Anthony Sears suspects Dahmer claimed to be a professional photographer who could help with Curtis’ modeling career.

Errol Lindsey

1971-1991 (age 19.) Lindsey was a faithful Christian. He played the drums and sang in the church choir. He was described as an outgoing and friendly man, nicknamed by some “Cool Breeze”. He was also a fan of rap music, and lifted weights. His friends said Lindsey rarely drank or went out to bars.

Tony Hughes

1959-1991 (age 31). Hughes was deaf and mute. He was very close with his family. His sister said he knew Dahmer since October of 1989. Recently moved to Madison, Wisconsin with a group of friends after being “shaken” by the murder of his next door neighbour. Hughes had contracted pneumonia as a baby which caused him to lose his hearing. Tony had five siblings and graduated from the Delavan School For the Deaf.

Konerak Sinthasomphone

1976-1991 (age 14.) The youngest of four brothers, Konerak enjoyed playing soccer, swimming and talking on the phone with his friends. He liked to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Tom and Jerry and would draw pictures of the charactersHe was excited about learning to drive in the coming years and was passionate about sports cars. Konerak tried to find humour in every situation. Sinthasomphone was very close with his brothers and parents. They had come to America from Laos when he was four years old. One brother, Somsack, had been drugged and molested by Dahmer in 1988, and the family believed Dahmer was in jail. Konerak’s parents have said their sons respect towards adults and authority figures may have been what led to him being lured by Dahmer. Konerak famously managed to escape from Dahmer’s apartment, but was brought back to the residence by police. Konerak spoke perfect english but was reportedly unable to do so at the time, possibly due to the head injury inflicted by Dahmer. (Though his father claimed the officers simply didn’t bother trying to listen to his son.) His brother Anoukone stated nobody could have reasonably thought his brother looked 19, a lie from Dahmer the police believed. The Sinthasomphone’s, including Konerak, were devout Buddhists. 

Matt Turner aka Donald Montrell

1971 - 1991 (age 20).  Matt Turner was described as bright and articulate. At the time of his death he had run away from home and was living in a halfway house. Turner/Montrell sang in his church’s choir. He met Dahmer at a Chicago pride parade.

Jeremiah Weinberger

1967-1991 (age 23.) Jeremiah had a lot of friends. He worked in customer service. According to Dahmer, Weinberger was exceptionally affectionate compared to other men he’d been with. He survived for two days after Jeffrey Dahmer performed an amateur lobotomy on him. His friends handed out and plastered flyers with his face around town with a toll free number to call with information after his disappearance. Described as outgoing and friendly, he was an amateur artist and kept his things exceptionally organized. He was also concerned with dressing well and always looking his best.

Oliver Lacy

1966-1991 (age 24.) Lacy was a body building enthusiast with a 2 year old son. He was a track star in high school. He disappeared after going to the mall, last seen buying an ice cream cone.

Joseph Bradhoft

1965-1991 (age 25.) The father of three children, he had recently moved in with his brother to look for a job. Bradhoft did have a domestic assault charge against his girlfriend. According to police records, he punched her and threatened to slash the tires of her car. He enjoyed sports and fishing. 

sources: newspaper articles, family statements, FBI files, US criminal records

Study Sessions

Ravenclaw: “You’re really getting the hang of it. Soon you’ll be able to do the charm no problem.”

Hufflepuff: “Thanks. Now I need to go check on the calculations for the potions homework before we move on.”

Ravenclaw: “Oh come on. I helped you do that. When have my calculations been wrong?”

Hufflepuff: “Well…”

Ravenclaw: “It was one time ok?! I thought we agreed not to talk about it.”

Hufflepuff: “…”

Gryffindor: “To be fair, she didn’t bring it up. Also, Jefferey was floating around for a month. That’s a pretty big miscalculation.”

Ravenclaw: “You mess up one time and everyone loves to bring it back up again.”

Slytherin: “Tell me about it.”

Everyone: “…”

Hufflepuff: “So… how ‘bout those quidditch matches?”

Oh, Jealousy

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: JDMxReader
Word count: 2,004
Request: Anonymous. Can i request a Jefferey Dean Morganxreader? Him and the reader play lovers on a tv show (whether it be spn or twd or something) and are secretly dating in real life and while at an interview the interviewer flirts with Jeff and the reader gets clearly jealous? possible smut also?
Warnings: Swearing, jealousy, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids)

“And, cut!” You heard the director cut. Your arms moved away from Jeff’s neck, breaking the kiss you had just been way too into. “That was great, guys. We’re taking a short break.” He called out. “Jeff, Y/N. Come here.” You shoved your hands in your pockets as you made your way over to him, wondering what was going on. Were they changing something up?


He motioned for the two of you to walk with him. “Entertainment Tonight is doing a piece on the show, and want a short interview from you two.” He explained. “We’re going to work on a couple scenes that we don’t need you for. She’s right over there.” With that, he walked back to where the show was filming. You watched him for a moment before heading towards the reporter.

As the two of you got closer to where she had been set up, you saw that she was mid-20’s, attractive, and seemed like an upbeat person. She slipped out of her chair and shook your hands. “Hi, I’m Taylor Andrews.” She beamed as she sat back down, smoothing out her skirt. Her long tan legs being flattered by the material. “It’s so nice to meet you two!” And apparently had too many Redbulls that morning.

You smiled back. “Like wise.”

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Dimples ~ Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Walking Dead. You were a part of the cast of the famous zombie apocalypse show sitting around with the Danai ( Michonne) and Lauren ( Maggie) in the your trailer. The two were giggling about something that Lauren just told but you were zoning out. 

This season was far the best, only one of your good friends was leaving the show. Emily Kinney who played Beth on the Walking Dead. You, Norman and Beth grew attached to one another. 

Being on set with close friends was one of the best jobs in the world. The Walking Dead was your favorite show, you had been casted on the show as Daryl’s and Merle’s sister. You were casted when the governor was in Woodberry and Merle was about to get killed. 

Every one knew who you were, you were friendly to those who were friendly to you. When you were at home, living in a hotel, that’s another story why you lived there. The doorman knew who you were, your last name was very known around. 

You pushed the past aside creating a better future for yourself. Becoming an actress was something you wanted to do since you were a little girl. Always in school play’s and musicals. 

“ Y/N! Y/N!” someone called your name bringing you out of your thoughts. It was Lauren who stood above you saying your name. “ Hmm?” you looked up at her, blinking a couple of times. 

She chuckled, “ Day dreaming again?” you shrugged before adding, “ What happen?” 

“ The girls and I decided we should go out tonight, why don’t you tag along?” 

“ Oh sounds good as long as you don’t hook me up with anyone. I remember the ;as time you tried, it was such a failure. The guy ended up spilling drinks on my dress when he carried them back from the bar” Raising yourself from the couch putting your hair up in a pony tail, brushing your bangs around your ear looking at the girls. 

What everyone liked about you was the dimple smile and those eyes that stood out. “ Dimples” was your nickname, also it was a nickname that Norman started. Every one started to call you that right after. You liked it, it suited you. 

The trailers were like another home to you, either that or you’d be in your suit. You decorated the trailer with photos with friends, things that you liked, your clothes around. It wasn’t messy but it was more you. Back in your suit, you had nice furniture, homy look. Your mother said it was not a home for a women like you but what did she know. She hasn’t seen you since you became casted in the Walking Dead. 

Later on the night, the girls were getting ready. Lauren helped you with your hair, Emily did your make up and Danai helped you with what to wear. Why were they doing this? You had no idea. 

You kinda got the idea when you walked into the small bar filled with guys, drunk men, only a few. Then to a far table, you saw Norman sitting with another man. This man had a leather jacket on, he had a sandy grey beard from what you could tell. He wore a cap on his head. You couldn’t see his face. 

Who was he? 

“ Are you coming or are you going to stare at that men all night? “ Lauren asks, smirk on her lips as she nudges your side. You playfully glare at her following her to a table, sitting between Danai and Emily.

“ Drinks on me tonight” Emily said winking at you. Why were they all acting all weird all of sudden. Turning to glance over to Danai to see if she had an idea, she smiled widely looking down at the table.

“ What is going on ? Why do you all look like you know something?” 

Emily was about to open her mouth when Lauren send her a look. What was that’ll about? You shrugged, “ Be right back.” Lauren says as she walks over to the bar. Your eyes roam around the bar laying on the mysterious guy in the leather jacket. Norman, who’s sitting besides the man catches your eyes, smirk placed on his lips as he sees who your looking at. 

One of your favorite movies were Watchmen, Comedian who is played by Jefferey Dean Morgan was one of your favorites on there. He had became a reason you loved acting more. 

Norman of course, knows Jefferey, he hears this from you every time you tell him how much Jeffrey inspires you to continue to act. On the other hand, Jeffrey had heard about you and watches the Walking Dead, you being his favorite character. Playing as Elizabeth Dixon, the other red neck archer. In the Walking Dead, Elizabeth played by you is a twin to Daryl. 

Dixon Twins. 

“ You’ve been staring at that men’s back for awhile now, go say hi or something” Emily says poking your shoulder. 

“ What? No…He’d think I’m some weirdo” 

“ I’m sure he won’t. He’s with Norman. Go..” Emily got off her seat as she made her way over to you pushing you out of the chair towards Norman and the man. 

On your way you were passing Lauren as she was coming back, “ Where are you going?” Then her eyes shifted where you were headed and smiled, turned to the girl setting the drinks down. Only they didn’t talk to each other but stared at you as you continued walking towards Norman and the man. 

Norman noticed your presences as he smiles, “ Hey Dimples.” 

“ Hey Reedus” you sat down besides the man. It was then he turned his head. It was then you noticed who he was. 

Gasping, you stared at him as he smiled wide seeing he got a good reaction out of you. “ Hi there” 

This was Jefferey Dean Morgan. In the flesh. 

He was much more gorgeous up close then in pictures. 

“ Dimples meet Jeffrey, Jeffrey meet Y/N” 

“ I-I know who-o he is..” you stuttered, a blush coming onto your cheeks. Jeffrey laughs, “ She sure is cute.” 

He just called you cute. Was this for real?

You were like a fish out of water not knowing what to say. Norman was smirking, this was his idea. He knew how much meeting Jeffrey mean to you. 

“ U-uh h-hi..” 

Kidnapped Part 2 - James March Smut - (AHS: Hotel)

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

Requested: yup

     -request:  “Hey babe! Mind doing a part 2 to the Mr. March smut you posted? Maybe they celebrate Devil’s Night so the reader is at the dinner with the famous killers. And then smut after. Thank you in advance. I really love this blog!! You’re amazing!” -anon

Type: smut

Warnings: smut, dom!James

Summary: Despite the fact that you had met him because he had you kidnapped so that he could kill you, you ended up staying with James. He tells you about Devil’s Night, and you ask to come, but he’s against the idea because he wants to protect you. But eventually, with a little convincing, you get him to take you with. (;

Notes: ig you can read it w/out part 1 and it’ll still probably make sense but there’s smut in part 1 too and it’ll probably make more sense if you read part 1 first, it’s linked at the top ((:


The first night you had met James Patrick March, you had been brought to his room to be his next murder victim, but he saw how undeniably beautiful you were and decided to have some fun with you instead. Shockingly, this led to something more than that, and even though it had only been a month or so since that night, you were a fairly “serious” couple. You shared a room in the hotel, a bed, and the two of you definitely did the unmentionable (quite a lot) in said bed.

So one morning, when you awoke, you were surprised to not be in his arms like usual. You rolled over onto your back and felt for him, but the only thing you touched was the cold sheets where he normally slept. Your eyes cracked open, and you frowned slightly as you sat up in the bed, wondering why he wasn’t in it with you. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table, seeing that it was only 7:38 am. You looked the other way and immediately spotted him getting dressed. He was wearing dark brown slacks, and buttoning up a crisp white dress shirt.

“Why are you up so early?” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

He looked up when he heard your soft voice, and a smile immediatly lit up his face when he saw you were awake. “Ah, good morning darling,” he said, coming over to kiss your forehead.

“Very early morning,” you commented, still waiting for him to answer your question.

He chuckled and sat down next to you. “Well, seeing as it’s October 30th–”

“Oh my god, happy birthday!” you said, leaning over to straddle his lap and kiss him, thinking you knew what he meant.

He laughed again, shaking his head. “No no no, not that, I couldn’t care less that it’s been another year since the anniversery of my birth. It’s Devil’s Night,”

You looked at him questioningly, and he went on to explain that it was the night before Halloween, so it was considered a special holiday to people like him and you immediatly understood what he meant. It was a special holiday to killers.

When he was done explaining that there would be a dinner party at the hotel tonight, you asked if you could come with him.

“No. Absolutely not.” he said, standing up from the bed and grabbing his suspenders to put on.

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t want to frighten you with this type of thing, I think it’s better to just keep my work and our relationship seperate.” “But James-”

“No. That’s final.” he said, putting his arms through his blazer.

“Fine, I’ll go out tonight then. At least then I’ll have something to do.”

“No you absolutely will not, Y/N. It’s not safe. On any night but today or tomorrow, that would be fine, but not tonight.” he said firmly.

You rolled your eyes. “Great, so you’re making me stay here alone, with no internet or phone signal, because I apparently can’t go with you to your thing or go out and do my thing. Wow, I’m so excited, I can’t wait to do absolutely nothing. Thanks, dad.” you muttered. James immediatly felt a little guilty for being so controlling. He knew you should be able to do what you want and not be left alone all night, but he had to go to the dinner party, and he most definitely didn’t want you going out anywhere alone on a night like this. He rubbed his hands over his face. “Fine, you can come to the dinner. But there’ll be some dangerous peple there, my love. You have to understand that when I say this-– while we’re there, you must stay by my side the entire night, alright?” “Okay,” you agreed, happy that he was even letting you come with. He wasn’t normally controlling like this, and you thought he was being a bit overdramatic and overprotective, but in a way you kind of liked it. You could tell how much he really cared about you, even if it could be annoying at times. ————————— “James? Are you almost ready? It’s 10 till 6!” you called from across your large bedroom, to James who was on the other side at his dresser. You were standing at your vanity, slipping a pair of diamond earrings into your ears before smoothing out your knee length royal blue dress. He must have been closer than you thought, because you then suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. “I’m ready whenever you are darling.” he replied, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turned around in his grasp to face him, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “You look positively stunning, Y/N.” He smiled widely and let you out of his arms to retrieve your shoes. You stepped into your black pumps and started towards the door, knowing that James was close behind. You swayed your hips a little bit more than usual as you walked, knowing how amazing this dress made your ass look. Suddenly, you felt a firm smack come down on your rear. “James!” you scolded him with a giggle. He just kissed your cheek innocently in response, as his arm came to rest around your hips. You walked down the main corridor until you came to the elevator. James pushed the button for the first floor, and peppered your neck and cheek with tiny kisses as you waited. Soon enough, you arrived at the main meeting room of the hotel, which had been set up with a large dining room table and a set of twelve chairs, with two at each head and four at the sides. A few guests were already seated, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the food to come out. “Hello everyone!” James called, drawing their attention to the two of you. As the guests turned around, you could see faces you recognized from the news or old books– Jefferey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy. Hadn’t they all died years ago? James must have snesed how tense you’d become, because his grip on your waist instantly became tighter as he led you to the head of the table and pulled out your chair.

Both of you took your seats, and you could feel him scooting his chair closer to yours, and then placing one hand protectively on your thigh. You knew it was just meant to be reassuring and protective, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it was turning you on. As everyone began eating and talking, you felt his hand slowly inch higher up your thigh. You clenched your thighs together, trying to relieve yourself from the small bit of arousal that you were feeling. James must have felt you doing so, because his hand immediately crept higher and rested on your clothed clit. You let out a small moan by accident, and you felt a few pairs of eyes looking at you questioningly. Your cheeks flushed bright red, and you could hear James laughing quietly next to you. “Uh, you alright Y/N?” One of the guests asked, her expression a mix between surprise and confusion. “Oh, um, y-yeah, I’m just not feeling too well.” you responded quickly. James immediately followed up what you said by adding in, “I should probably take Y/N upstairs to rest since she’s not feeling well. Goodnight everyone!” he stood up and pushed his chair in before holding a hand out for you. You gladly took it and followed him out of the room. As soon as the two of you were in the elevator, he shoved you up against the wall and smashed his lips against yours. You groaned into his mouth and one of his hands slipped in between your legs and under your dress, so that he could start teasingly rubbing your clit through your panties. Soon enough, the elevator door opened and James took this as his cue to pick you up bridal style and carry you to the room. He quickly unlocked the door and then pushed it open and set you down. “Y/N, go to our bed, I want you naked and waiting for me by the time I come in, do you understand?” You nodded your head, but apparently that wasn’t enough, because he added, “Use your words.” “Yes, I understand.” you corrected yourself, and then practically ran to your bedroom in excitement. You could tell he was feeling extremely dominant tonight, and that was the best kind of sex in your opinion, apart from angry sex. Once you got to your room, you quickly pulled off your clothes and laid back on the bed, with your left leg bent and your right leg extended flat. You could feel how wet you were getting, so you let one hand slowly slip between tour thighs and lazily rub over your pussy. James came in about two minutes later, still partially dressed, but now without his shoes, suspenders, and shirt. You looked up at him and bit back a smile– he was so perfect. And he was all yours. He didn’t join you on the bed, instead he said, “Come here,” and began to unbutton his pants. Your stomach did flips as you realized what he wanted you to do. Once his pants were off, and you were standing in front of him, he kissed you quickly before pulling away and saying, “On your knees.” You did what he said, and patiently waited as he shoved his boxers down. His erection stood straight up, flushed at the head and already decorated with a single drop of precum. You looked up at him, almost or permission. before taking him in your hand and kitten licking his tip. James threw his head back at the feeling, and wove his fingers through your hair once you took him in your mouth. You couldn’t fit all of him in because of his length, so you pumped the part that you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. “Oh, god,” he groaned as you started bobbing your head up and down his cock. This was always one of your favorite parts of sex with James– sure, you loved it that he was always dominant with you, but when you were giving him a blowjob was the one time you had complete control over him. His hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth, making you gag a little bit. “Stop.” You pulled away, looking up at him expectantly. “Come here darling, I want you to lay back and relax.” he said, leading you to the bed. You laid back, your stomach bubbling in anticipation of what was about to happen. James climbed on top of you, making sure to hold his weight on his knees and elbows so as not to hurt you, and reached one hand down to feel how wet you were. “Mm, so wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.” he commented, continuing to rub his fingers over your clit and almost inside of you. “Please,” you whimpered. You’d had enough of this teasing, right now you just wanted him to fuck you. “Please what, love?” “Please fuck me, I need you,” you groaned, placing your arms around his back. He smirked at your words before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing into you slowly. Once you let out a moan of approval, he started thrusting in and out of you, occasionally leaving kisses on your neck and jaw. And hickeys– can’t forget about those; James almost always gave you hickeys when you were in the bedroom, marking you as his and only his. “Ohhh,” you moaned as his hand came in contact with your clit, rubbing hard but slow circles as he continued fucking you. “Fuck, James.” He usually wasnt very loud in bed, focusing mainly on your pleasure while he fucked you, but this time he let out loud, breathy moans of your name. “God I’m so close,” your warned him. He started rubbing your clit faster in response. “Good girl. You going to come for me, Y/N? Come all over my cock?” His dirty talking must have set you off, because as soon as he finished that sentence, you orgasmed. You pushed your hips up and let out a long moan, letting him know you’d come. You could tell he was close, so you gently kissed his neck and collarbones, hoping that the small gesture would help him get to his orgasm faster. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, you felt him still inside you, and then hot spurts of his cum filling you up. “Fuck,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you properly. You tightened your grip around his neck, pulling him closer to you and opening your mouth to let him kiss you deeper. He smiled into the kiss, quietly saying, “I love you.” He’d said it before, on the first day you met, but never since then. You figured he had realized that you couldn’t be in love with someone the first time you met them, and that he either didn’t love you yet, or was just waiting for the right time before he said it. But as soon as the words left his mouth, you felt your stomach doing flips. “I love you more James.”

I hope this is sorta what you had in mind when you requested this? If anyone wants a third part I can do that too lol, I’ll keep this going as long as you guys want me to. If anyone has any other requests, for anyone from AHS, send me an ask telling me who you want it with, if you want smut or fluff, and a brief storyline! xx -l


Monsta X's English names

So this is my opinion of what their names should be!

What do you think their English names should be?

Shownu: Sam. It’s simple and I can see him being the sweetest Sam you’d ever meet.

Originally posted by wonkyuns

Jooheon: Johnathan. Nickname would be Johnny. Its manly and adorable just like him.

Originally posted by kihqun

Wonho: I think he would make a good William. Could you see yourself calling him that? 

Originally posted by lehyuks

Minhyuk: I think his name would be Stevie not Steven. Idk its a dorky and cute name that I think would work with him.

Originally posted by monstaxmemes

I.M: Jefferey. No real reason other than he could be a good Jeff.

Originally posted by gifsmonstax

Hyungwon: Isaiah. I have a feeling he would make a good Isaiah.

Originally posted by yooneroos

Kihyun: Damien. It’s adorable right? I really could see him being named Damien.

Originally posted by kihqun