alcoholic veins

Obscure Angel Memes
  • [points to anything that isn’t an animal] that’s some good 6th day of creation shit
  • substituting curse words with words from dead languages
  • “Good job, Gabriel. “
  • arguing over which wing is more important to flight
  • “I can’t believe it’s not the Roman empire!”
  • God said let there be [anything that wasn’t included in the days of creation]
  • “Not Babylon again”
  • dinosaur bones in places they shouldn’t be
  • “it takes a village to raise the antichrist”
  • [playing Highway to Hell on a harp}
  • “Mount Vesuvius was a clerical error”
  • coming up with creative names for poisonous plants, then giving them to Michael as a new hair product
  • “Just because Jesus took a 3 day nap doesn’t mean you get one”
  • “I’ve got the body of a loaf of bread and enough alcohol in my veins to be called Jesus, too”
  • [anytime something bad happens] at least it’s not leprosy
  • the weekly game of “Worse Than Judas?”  that involves the angels competing to find the worst human alive
Let us have more of these nights
where we find our guiding lights
deep down in our hearts,
in their hidden parts;
lying flat on the streets
with alcohol flooding our veins,
while the stars above
are burning our chains
and those people are close
who matter the most.
—  // those nights, we are infinite
j.d.m.
Hormones

Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa… I did it! Finally managed to finish this one! Thank you for everyone who enjoyed the preview, I really hope you buys enjoy the full thing. Please let me know what you thought of it! Lots of love, B xx

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Originally posted by grabiajulia

Hormones.

They’re funny little things. 

Sometimes they take over your body and make you do things that you wouldn’t ever do if it weren’t for the obscene amount of hormones coursing through your bloodstream - you’d never eat a plate full of pasta and a whole chocolate bar right after or cry at the butter commercial cause that family looks just so damn happy that they have their butter and each other… And you would not, under any circumstances, be thinking about how much you want your friend to fuck you into oblivion if it weren’t for the hormones.

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Three (Harry Styles + Fionn Whitehead Smut)

You don’t know how it started. But from the moment you met Fionn, you wanted to know him. He was sweet, mysterious and there was something about him that made him different, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You had, what you called, a “friend crush” on Fionn. He was cute, sure. But he had also become one of Harrys best friends. You had never liked one of Harrys friends as more than a friend, and you sure as hell weren’t going to start now. But as Fionn slowly inserted himself into Harrys life outside of Dunkirk, the more time you spent time with him. And the more you spent time with him, the more you were able to look into his pretty hazel eyes and bright smile. And this lead to you developing more than a “friend crush” on him. But Fionn was good at hiding his emotions, so you had no idea that the feeling was mutual. He had let it slip after one too many beers sitting poolside with Harry.

“She’s hot mate.” He slurred looking over at Harry.

“Who?”

“(y/n)” he said shamelessly.

“Oy, that’s me girl your crackin’ on.” Harry said sitting up from his slouching position in his chair.

“But you’ve got to admit, she’s hot.” Harry let a sly smirk grace his lips as his drunken thoughts drifted to his beautiful girl. As much as he wanted to be, he couldn’t be mad at Fionn. You were hot. Now that Harry thinks about it, he had noticed Fionn looking at you the way only he was supposed to. Just then, a thought drifted into Harrys head that probably shouldn’t have. Harry would normally never suggest such a thing, but the alcohol running through his veins and the image of you in his head made his better judgement lapse.

“If…” Harry starts.

“Get on with it, Harry.” Fionn said to him

“If she agrees to a threesome, would you do it?”

“You mean… you, me and her?” Fionn asks.

Harry nods and takes another swig of his beer, which is probably the last thing on earth he needs more of right now.

“I’m in.”


When Harry gets home from his morning workout, he finds you curled up in your favorite corner of your shared home. He decides to pop in, kiss your forehead and take a shower before he speaks to you. When he comes back downstairs, he now finds you sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in your hands, held out for him.

“I made your coffee, baby. Just the way you like it.” You said smiling up at him and placing a kiss to his jaw.

“Thank you love. Um…can we talk?” he nervously asked you taking a seat.

“What’s on your mind, bub?”

“You like Fionn, don’t you?” he said keeping his eyes trained on his coffee mug.

“He’s sweet. Yea I like him.”

“Do you find him attractive? Like, sexually?”

“He’s cute…Harry, where are you going with this?” you asked him confused.

It was then Harry realized that the worst you could do was laugh in his face and tell him no, which he could handle, so he just spit it out,

“Do you want to have a threesome with Fionn and I?” he said finally looking up at you.

You hesitated for a moment. Harry had always been very protective of you and very private with your sex life. So why now all of a sudden, he wants to open it up for Fionn, of all people. How did this even come about? You can’t imagine it being Fionn’s idea, he always seems so innocent and respectful. But all these questions aside, Harry wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t trust Fionn. And you did think he was attractive; beyond, actually. So, before you could talk yourself out of it, you blurted out a “Sure. Why not?”

Harrys face lit up, and he got up from the table and placed a burning kiss to your lips. “I’ll go call Fionn!” he said running down the hall, leaving you to wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.


A few nights later, there you were, in black and red lace, a silk sheer robe covering your body, waiting for Fionn to arrive at yours and Harrys home. You paced back and forth wondering how all this would play out.

“Relax, love. It’ll be fun. And if you want it to stop, just say the word.” And before you could respond to Harry, who was sitting on the end of the bed in a pair of bright red Calvin Klein boxers, the doorbell rang and it nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“I’ll get it!” you said running down the marble staircase and to the front door.

You opened the door to be greeted by a smiling Fionn, with a bottle of Rosé.

“Hi, come on in.” you said and stepped aside, letting him into your home.

“Thank you. You look stunning. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He said nervously.

You laughed as Fionn took off his shoes at the door.

“Well believe it. Head on up to the bedroom. Go up the stairs and to the right; big white double doors, can’t miss it. Harrys waiting. I’ll get some glasses for the wine.” You said smiling at him. The wine would be helpful in loosening you up.

When you get to the bedroom, Fionn has already stripped down to his black boxers, toned arms and abs on display as well as broad shoulders. It was strange, it had been years since you’d been with anyone other than Harry. You placed the glasses down on the bedside table.

“Anyone want any wine?” you asked as you poured a glass for yourself. You were met with two “No, thank you” and you drank the whole glass in one go.

“Alright.” You said and dropped your robe revealing your lacy outfit. You didn’t know what to do, so you looked at Harry for guidance, which Fionn was already doing.

“What are you looking at me for? Have at it. My only rules are, if (y/n) says stop, stop. And Fionn- wear this.”

Harry said tossing a condom Fionns way. He nodded and you made your way over to stand between his legs, figuring Harry would join in when he was ready. You leaned down and let your lips ghost over Fionn’s, before pressing them together. The kiss was sweet, Fionn obviously testing the waters. As your tongue ran over his bottom lip to deepen the kiss, your hands pressed onto his shoulders to push him back onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, lining your aching core up with his hard cock, grinding on him like you would Harry. He let out a moan in your mouth, and gripped your hips hard. His hips bucked up to get more from you and this caused you to bite down on his full bottom lip and whimper out his name. It felt so strange, saying a name in bed that wasn’t Harry. You disconnected your lips from the beautiful boys, to leave a trail of kisses down his solid body, with no tattoos in your wake. Pulling his hard cock from his tight boxers, you couldn’t help but compare him to Harry. He was slightly smaller and not as thick, and had a little more of a curve to him than Harry did. You took the plunge and wrapped your lips around him. Fionns eyes rolled back into his head and his fingers made their way to your hair as you swirled your tongue around his swollen, raspberry head.

“Fuck, you feel like velvet.” He said pulling tighter on your hair as your lips slid up and down his cock, covering him in your saliva. You licked all the way up the vein on his underside, and sucked hard on his tip causing him to let out a deep moan.

“Shit. Fuck don’t stop beautiful. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He said. You let your tongue feel out every vein bump and ridge on him as you took him as far as you could go, your lips touching the base of his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He let out a whimper and bucked up his hips harder, causing you to choke around his thick length and pull back. He was covered in your spit and you could tell he was close. But you wanted him inside you. So, you made your way back up his body pressing your lips to his mouth in a breathless, hard kiss.

“I want you inside me Fionn. Want your big cock inside my tight pussy. It’s so wet for you baby.”

Fionn let out a breath you didn’t know he was holding, and before you knew it, you were on your back, looking up at the pretty boy. It was now his turn to cover you in kisses. He took off your bra, and his lips wrapped around your nipple and sucked on the hard nub. He did the same for the other as one of his long slender fingers made its way into your soaked panties and slipped itself inside you. It was your hips that were now bucking up into him, his finger pumping in and out of you and his lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight baby. Shit and you’re so wet for me. I’ve got to taste you.” And with that, his fingers left your body, only to pull your panties down your shaking legs. He threw them over his shoulder, and leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs. You took this moment to look over at Harry, who you’d forgotten about until now. His boxers were off his body and on the floor next to his feet, as his hand dragged slowly up his hard, red cock. The sight alone, made you let out a whimper as Fionns soft, warm, wet tongue ran itself up your dripping center.  

“Enjoying yourself there, love?” Harry asked you.

And before you could even respond, Fionns lips wrapped around your clit and gave it a hard suck.

“Fuck, Fionn!” you moaned as you bucked your hips up to get more of his mouth. He kissed all the way down you, before his tongue slipped inside you, fucking you expertly. That, mixed with the slow circles he was rubbing on your clit, and the sight of Harry tugging on his oozing cock made your orgasm rip through you. Your toes curled, your back arched and your hips bucked. Fionns tongue was still fucking you, as your vision went white.

“Oh, my god, Fionn fuck baby.” You had a frim grip on his hair as you enjoyed the aftershocks of your high, his thumb still on your clit, his tongue still feeling your velvety, throbbing walls.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a smiling Fionn, with a mix of his spit and your juices covering the bottom half of his face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then said,

“I think someone else wants some of your attention as well.” And he nodded towards Harry who was standing on the side of the bed. You smiled up at your beautiful boy, and for the first time tonight, you kissed a familiar pair of warm, plump lips. You and Harry got lost in your passionate kiss, and you only broke it because of the sound of Fionn tearing a condom open and rolling it on.

“C’mere baby girl.” Fionn said and he pulled you away from Harry and pushed a hand on your back to make you kneel down, your ass touching the tip of Fionns cock, your nose nearly touching Harrys. Fionn wasted no time pushing inside you, you both letting out a loud moan at the feeling. You felt full, to the brim actually. And you knew it wouldn’t take long for Fionn to make you cum, your pussy feeling like silk against his thick cock. Your lips wasted no time wrapping around Harry, him almost doubling over at the feeling of your lips. You couldn’t hold Harrys hips like you normally would, having to keep yourself up, due to Fionn basically pounding  you from behind.

“Fuck my mouth baby.” You said looking up at Harry. He nodded and guided his cock inside your mouth, fucking your mouth at the same pace Fionn was fucking your pussy. The three of you were moaning messes, getting turned on by not only the feeling but also by the atmosphere. You moaned around Harrys cock when Fionn hit that little spot inside you that made you squirm. You squeezed around him as he let out an animalistic growl, driving his length into you hard, causing you to take all of Harrys length into your mouth. Spit was dripping down your chin and onto the bed, your arousal dripping down your thighs. You could feel both Harry and Fionn twitch inside you, just as Fionns fingers began to rub harshly at your clit. This caused your second orgasm of the evening, your jaw going slack and moaning around Harrys cock. He pulled his cock from your mouth and let his hand harshly jerk himself off, his cum painting your face as your name and a string of profanities falling from his lips. You got so caught up in Harry that you didn’t realize Fionn was also cumming inside the condom that covered him. Fionn moaned your name and collapsed onto the bed behind you, and you laid down beside him as he caught his breath.

You moved over to make room for Harry, and as soon as he was in reach, you pressed your lips to his in a hot kiss. He pulled away, admiring the sight of you fucked out, his cum dripping all over your face. He brought a finger up to your cheek, swiping a thick drop of cum off your skin, holding it up to your lips to suck at. You did, sucking on his fingers, just as you did his cock moments ago. You giggled, pressing another kiss to Harrys lips, before he wiped the rest of his cum off your face with a tissue.

“You ok?” he asked you sweetly.

“Great. You?”

“Great.”

You both looked over at Fionn.

“Fionn, you alright man?” Harry asked

“Never better.”

Screwed || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes had never taken a liking in you, no matter how hard you tried he always seemed to loathe you. That is until you get a little drunk and carefree leading to becoming much closer to Bucky than you ever imagined. The question is, how screwed are you?

Warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, swear words

Word Count: 1932 words

A/N: NEW SERIES WOOP WOOP I already have part two written get ready


“You coming to my party tonight?” Steve asked as you took a sip of your water, swallowing the bite of burger you’d taken.

“Is this a party party or a Steve Rogers party?” You asked, chuckling as he pursed his lips and gave you a small glare, “a Steve Rogers party, I suppose,” he said as you popped a fry into your mouth, “I’ll be there,” you smiled as he bit into his own burger.

“Who’s gonna be coming?” You asked after a few moments between the two of you, “uh well Sam, Clint, Nat, I think Wanda and Bruce are coming, but I’m not too sure on them,” he said a twinge of nervousness in his voice, “and Bucky,” he mumbled quickly before stuffing the last of his burger into his mouth.

You dropped the fry that was between your fingers, crossing your arms over your chest, “are you serious,” you said rhetorically as Steve gave you a sheepish smile, “oh c'mon he’s not a bad guy,” he tried to persuade you as you rolled your eyes.

“You know that he and I don’t get along,” you scoffed, “and you know that he’s my best friend,” Steve argued, pointing a fry towards you as you sighed knowing you were starting to be selfish. This was Steve’s party after all.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” you said as Steve grinned, “it’s all good, doll,” he said, placing his hand on yours, his thumb soothing the soft skin, “plus, I’ll make sure to have a talk with Bucky as well,” he chuckled as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Whatever you say, dad,” you mocked as he let out a laugh as you finished the last of your food. “Well, thank you for treating me to lunch, but I’ve got to get back to work,” you sighed as Steve reluctantly stood up to walk you out.

“I’ll see you tonight then,” he said as you nodded, “see you soon, Steve,” you said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before you both went your separate ways.

You had only met Bucky a little over a year ago when Steve introduced you two at one his parties. You thought you were making a good impression since you didn’t really talk to him much that night.

What happened during that night that made him hate you was beyond you. Ever since that party he’s been nothing but rude to you and although you tried to mend whatever relationship you had with him for Steve’s sake, it just didn’t work. So now no one wanted to be alone in a room with you and Bucky.

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You finally finished another gruelling shift at work finally being able to rip off your apron, stuff it into your locker and be done with it all.

It was only eight o'clock, so you had about an hour to get ready before you had to get to Steve’s. You decided on taking an extra long shower, since you had the time.

Forty five minutes later you were feeling pampered and ready to have some fun. You finished applying the light gloss to your lips, smiling to yourself in the mirror happy with the final result.

You grabbed your phone, a small purse and slipped on your shoes before starting the walk to Steve’s apartment.

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Knocking on his door you balanced you the balls of your feet as you waited for him to open it, “[Y/N]!” Steve shouted as he opened the door, pulling you into a hug which you returned.

“How was work?” He asked as you toed off your shoes and hung your jacket on the coat rack, “don’t get me started,” you chuckled as he lead you into the living room where Nat and Sam were already laughing and drinking.

“Drunk already?” You playfully mocked as you fell in between Nat and Sam on the couch, Steve handing you a beer, “not quite,” Nat laughed as the four of you fell into conversation only stopping when Wanda, Bruce, and Clint joined.

By nine thirty everyone was having a good time with each other as you all caught up and reminisced. You were having a blast not even thinking about how you were supposed to be civil with Bucky, who had yet to make an appearance.

“Does anyone want another beer?” You asked standing from the couch, “grab me one will ya’,” Sam asked as you nodded, heading off towards the kitchen, “wait grab me one too!” You head Nat’s voice, whipping your head in her direction.

“Will d-,” you weren’t able to finish your sentence as you bumped into something, groaning at the contact, “watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice grunted as you looked up to meet a very annoyed looking Bucky.

You rolled your eyes, not having the energy to deal with him deciding that walking away would be the best decision, “an apology would be nice,” you heard him yell as you walked to the fridge. Scoffing, you simply raised your middle finger in the air as you grabbed two beers, not bothering to look at him.

You brushed past him not wanting to look or talk to him, but his arm gripped your elbow stopping you, “be civil,” you growled not breaking your gaze as he clenched his jaw, “fine,” he snarled, letting go of your elbow and following you into the living room.

You could feel the glare Bucky gave you the entire night. It didn’t matter what you did, hell you even met his glares a couple times but that did nothing but make him clench his drink and jaw even harder.

“Looks like Buck’s got an eye for you,” Nat snorted as she plopped her tipsy self on the couch beside you, “probably cause he wants to kill me,” you snickered before taking another swing of your beer.

“Oh please, there’s so much sexual tension between you two,” Nat smirked as you rolled your eyes, “you wish,” you said before you finally managed to steer the conversation away from you and Bucky.

As much as you wanted to listen to what Nat and Clint were talking about you just couldn’t get the thought you Bucky out of your mind. Did you guys have sexual tension? Even you could admit that Bucky was attractive. He was built like a God, his sparkling blue eyes complimented his skin tone and his brunette locks. He was what everyone looked for in a man, yet his personality ruined it all for you.

As the night went on everyone got progressively more drunk, leaving you giggling at every little thing and getting particularly more touchy with everyone. Everyone.

“Have you been working out lately?” You giggled as you squeezed Steve’s bicep as his arm snaked around your waist to hold you closer. You could smell the liquor on his breath as let out a chuckle, “maybe I have been, doll,” he whispered in your ear as you giggled.

You glanced over his shoulder only to be met with Bucky’s stare, his jaw clenched impossibly tight, pupils blown with little blue left in his eyes. He took your breath away. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol flowing through your veins or the way his tongue darted across his plump lips.

“Sorry Stevie, gotta go to the little lady’s room,” you excused yourself as he nodded, winking at you as you sauntered across the room, nearing Bucky.

Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you smirked brushing past his crotch not saying a word but hearing the groan bubble from his chest.

You smirked to yourself hoping he got the message as you made your way down the small corridors, the music slowly becoming more muted before you stopped at the bathroom door.

You closed your eyes as you leaned your hot body against the cool wood of the door sighing to try and calm your beating heart.

You gasped, your eyes snapping open when you felt Bucky’s body pressed against yours, a small growl coming from his lips, “you’ve been teasing me all night doll,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmm,” you moaned in response, lavishing at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, “I haven’t done a thing,” you smirked as he let out a dry laugh, “I beg to differ,” he growled pressing his clothed erection into your hip, making you gasp.

James,” you moaned involuntarily as his lips began nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot below your ear making you moan out again.

“Not here,” you whispered in a hoarse voice, smirking as you led him into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you.


You groaned as you peeled your eyes open, covering your entire face with your arms as you tried to sit up and gather your bearings. You were clearly much more drunk than you thought.

Sitting up you let out another groan as your eyes adjusted to the light, okay you were at Steve’s still and currently on his couch.

You stood up looking around to see no one else in the living room on the couches with you. Assuming they all went home you padded your way over to Steve’s room.

“Stevie?” You whispered as you creaked his door open, “ya in here?” You asked only to find him snoring on top of the bed, still fully clothed. You laughed to yourself, closing the door before making your way into the kitchen in hopes of finding some coffee and painkillers.

“Mornin’ gorgeous,” you let out a yelp when you heard Bucky, turning to see him leaning against the frame of the door, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t call me that,” you scoffed grabbing a glass of water before downing two painkillers, grabbing a glass and two more for Steve.

“After last night I think I can call you that, doll,” he chuckled as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but still walked around him to Steve’s room, him hot on your heels.

“You’re out of your mind,” you chuckled nervously as you entered Steve’s room again, placing the water and painkillers on the nightstand before joining Bucky in the hall again.

He raised an eyebrow, “are you trying to tell me you don’t remember what we did last night?” He asked, almost surprised as your eyes blew wide, nearly popping out of your head.

“No,” you said, “no, no, no, no,” you rushed out grabbing your head in your hands, tugging at your hair, “tell me you’re joking,” you begged as you walked into the kitchen, steading yourself on the island.

“What can I say,” he shrugged his shoulders as he folded his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest, “I hate you,” you growled as memories from last night came flooding back to you.

You remember the looks he was giving you all night. You remember drinking, a lot. You remember flirting with Steve. You remember luring Bucky to the bathroom and oh God you remember what he did to you.

You remember him taking you against the counter, relentlessly pounding into you as you raked your nails down his back and through his hair, chanting his name like a mantra.

“Thank me later, doll,” he winked at you as you gave him a glare, but couldn’t help the warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach as he spoke those words, remembering what he did and felt like.

Bucky Barnes had fucked you better than anyone else, and now you were screwed.


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pairing: jeff atkins x reader

characters: Jeff Atkins, Montgomery de la Cruz, Jessica Davis, Courtney Crimson, Hannah Baker, Clay Jensen, Justin Foley, Tony Padilla

warning: nonconsensual touching (butt), alcohol, a bit crying, drunken confessions. 

word count: 1,990

(not my gif)

Your name: submit What is this?

You were stumbling a bit as you stood in the middle of the gym and in front of one of the jocks of Liberty High, your date for the Winter Formal, Montgomery. His hand was laying way too close to your butt for your liking as the two of you swayed to the upbeat music playing, but the alcohol in your veins told you that it wasn’t anything to worry about.

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Can We Pretend: Part 1

author: @sincerelystiles
pairing: stiles x reader
word count: 2,783

warnings: kissing, teasing, swearing, fingering

authors note: i wasn’t too sure about writing or posting this at first, but after thinking it over multiple times, i decided to just do it. thank you so much to my baby @dylanobsessed for encouraging me that this was a good. i hope that by putting this out to you guys in such a way, will make you more aware of someone’s true intentions with you.

part 1 // part 2

summary: reader wants to make her ex jealous and stiles is more than wiling to help. although, things get a little too carried away. 


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Heat

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: street racing au, smut, angst

word count: 23k

description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets. 

But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed. 

warnings: mentions of alcoholism


For you, street racing had always been an addiction.

You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.

It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.

It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.

Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.

But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.

And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.

So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.

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Animal - Jack Maynard Smut

Summary: “So grab me by the neck and don’t you ever let go, mess me up so good until I’m begging for more”

Word Count: 5317

Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing

Requested: Yes!

Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut, besides that tiny thing in the Conor imagine I posted last night, so please please please let me know how you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve ever posted whoops.

Originally posted by mrs-jack-maynard

 

“You’re going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”

You whipped your head around at the sound of your best friend’s voice, having not even realised that your grip on your glass had become worryingly tight. You gave him a sheepish smile as you looked up at Conor’s face, so different to that of his brother’s, and yet with the same piercing eyes that seemed to draw you in every god damn time. “Dunno what you’re on about,” you mumbled as you turned back to where you had been looking before, unsurprised at the lack of change in the scene in front of you.

“Just go and bloody talk to him,” Conor groaned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders comfortingly. He had watched you and his little brother dance around your feelings for each other for the better part of two years now and he was getting right sick of it. All those secret glances when you thought nobody was looking and avoiding each other when the other had someone of the opposite sex around, it was beyond ridiculous. He had thought that after you and Jack had kissed at the Christmas party last month, that things would finally improve but they hadn’t, your relationship had merely shifted from ‘just friends’ to ‘just friends with benefits’ and as much as he was thankful that you were finally getting laid and working out some of that aggression, he could see how much it was hurting you, and he wasn’t okay with that.

“And cock block the master? I don’t think so,” you scoffed bitterly, your fingers tightening around the base of your glass again. You knew that the situation you had going at the moment wasn’t ideal, but it was Jack.  You had waited so long for him to see you as more than his brother’s best mate and now he did but it was non-exclusive. You knew that you should respect yourself enough to get out but you couldn’t, if this was all that you could have with him, then that was what you would have. It hurt though, being with him between the sheets and then seeing him with pretty girls in the streets.

“Alright that’s enough!” Conor’s voice almost shocked you into dropping your glass, you looked up at him with wide eyes as he pried the glass out from between your fingertips and placed in on the table behind you before offering you his hand. “Come on,” he urges you, wriggling his own fingers teasingly, “You and I are gonna go get a drink, and then we’re gonna go and dance, and you’re gonna forget all about my little brother and his tiny dick,” he smirked at you, making you laugh slightly before placing your hand in his and letting him tug you back towards the bar.

Truthfully, you had often wondered whether you were chasing the wrong Maynard. Conor had been your best friend for the better part of the past three years and you spent a lot of time together. He was handsome and charming and hilarious and sweet when he wanted to be, and you had drunkenly hooked up before so you knew he was a good kisser. Somehow though, you knew it just would be right. Because every single time the thought crossed your mind, you thought of Jack and you just couldn’t fathom being with anyone else.

Conor led you to the opposite side of the bar, far away from where Jack was currently chatting up some pretty blonde with double d’s who would plaster the news of their hook up across twitter/Instagram/snapchat/etc tomorrow. You could never take your eyes off of him, and especially not when he looked as unfairly gorgeous as he did tonight. It wasn’t until his eyes flickered to yours and that signature smirk spread across his face that you looked away, refocusing on your best friend and the alcohol in front of him.

You let out a loud groan when you noticed that Conor had ordered a round of tequila shots each for the both of you. Tequila had always been the one alcohol that would send you under the table, having been your university room mates poison of choice; any other alcohol and you could generally hold your own but Tequila was the one which would have you yelling drunkenly at Jack within the hour. “Conor, really?” you whined at your best friend, “You know Tequila is my weakness, I’ll be all over you in an hour,” you joked, having already accepted your fate as you picked up the shot.

Conor shrugged, “If that’s what happens, then it happens, no regrets,” he winked at you before picking up his own shot, the both of you throwing the shots back before slamming the glasses down on the bar. You grinned at him as you noticed his face twisting into a grimace at the taste of the tequila, knowing full well that he had only chosen the liquor in order to get you drunk. You could already feel yourself lightening up at the alcohol pumping through your veins. “Feel better now?” he asked you as he chugged back the vodka and soda in his hand, obviously keen to rid his mouth of the foul taste.

You let out a small giggle as  you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, “Thank you,” you whispered to him, before holding out your hands, “Come on then!” you said loudly, “Thought you promised me a dance, Maynard?” you grinned at him, your smile growing as he slipped his hands into yours, tugging you into him for a tight hug before pulling you in the direction of the dance floor.

You refused to look behind you to where you could feel Jack’s eyes burning into your backside; if he wanted to use you and then throw you away then fine, he wasn’t the only one who could draw attention on the dance floor, and you were going to make sure of it, besides, was it just you, or was Conor looking particularly good tonight?

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Across the bar, Jack could barely believe his eyes. You never drank tequila when you went out, you always skipped out on it when the boys organised shots, so why on earth would you down four shots with Conor? And why the hell were you letting him drag you onto the dance floor right now? The only person who you ever dance with when you went out was him, he was the only one who you let put their hands on you.

Had you looked that good when they had gotten there? Had that dress always hugged your frame that fantastically? He gulped down the remainder of his joke and tried focusing on the girl in front of him, she had caught his eye when he’d come up here before, with her large chest and long curvy legs, but the longer he looked at her, the more he noticed the flaws in her appearance. Her eyes were dull and surrounded by too much eyeliner, they didn’t sparkle like yours did, he couldn’t see the emotions flash through them like he did in yours when you would lay in bed with him and tell him stories about from before you’d met him and the boys. Her lips were flat and looked sticky with lip gloss, they weren’t plump and red like yours always seemed to be, even more so after he had been kissing you.

He tried to pay attention to her, tried to focus on the way her lips moved, tried to imagine the way they would wrap around his cock like yours had this morning when he’d had you in the shower, but he merely cringed at the thought of her touching him like that. His eyes flitted over to where he could see you and Conor on the dance floor and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, rage pumping through his blood stream and making him nearly blind with unadulterated fury.

You had your back to Conor’s chest as you guys danced to the overly loud EDM song which was pumping out of the speakers, your head was thrown back against his shoulder as you giggled at something that he was saying into your ear. Jack had no clue what his brother was saying, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, wasn’t innocent. He clenched his fists together at his side as he watched Conor’s hands slide down to your hips, knowing god damn well that you didn’t wear proper underwear under that particular dress because of visible panty lines.

He snapped when he saw Conor’s head drop down and press to the crook of your neck, right where Jack knew that special spot was, the one that would drive you absolutely wild when Jack latched onto it. He was ditching the girl and surging across the bar towards the dance floor before he could second guess himself; all he knew was that he needed to get between the two of you before you ended up in Conor’s bed by the end of the night, because you were his.

It was a reasonably small and cosy club that the gang had found themselves in tonight, as opposed to some of the bigger ones that they frequented, so it didn’t take long until Jack was in front of you, and wanting to knock that dumb smirk right off of his older brothers face. You didn’t notice that Jack was there until he was right in front of your face, but as soon as he was, you barely registered that Conor was even there. A smile lit up your entire face that had Jack’s stomach doing backflips, you were so happy all of the time, how on earth could he even consider someone else?

“Jack!” You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, having to stand on your tip toes to wrap them around him properly. You could feel the warmth of him seeping in through your clothes as you buried your face into his neck like you always did. “Conor was just telling me the funniest story!” you giggled as you pulled back, whipping your head around to confirm the story, only to find that Conor was nowhere to be seen, “Hey where’d he go?” you pouted as you turned back to face Jack, only to find he had a peculiar look in his eye that you couldn’t quite decifer.

You also realised for the first time how close you were to him, “What happened to that girl?” You asked him curiously as he pulled you into his body, his arms wrapped tightly around your lower waist, “Looked like you two were really hitting it off,” you commented as your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, one hand tangling in his blonde strands as the other lingered around the hem of his shirt, the very shirt you had torn off of him this time last week.

Jack chuckled slightly as he bent his head down to be closer to you, “Why? Is someone jealous?” he asked, his mouth hot against your ear as his warm breath washed over your neck, making you subconsciously press yourself closer to him. You bit back a moan as he tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth gently before pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. He pulled back to gauge your reaction and wasn’t surprised when he noticed you rolling your eyes, despite the deep and dark blush on your face.

He brushed his lips against your jaw bone softly, barely even a whisper of a kiss against your skin, “You know you’re the only girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, dragging his mouth across your jaw and down your neck slowly, occasionally using his teeth to nip at the spots he knew were sure to set you off. He smirked against your skin when he felt your breath hitch, latching his mouth onto the special spot and giving in a particularly hard suck.

You chuckled breathlessly, using the hand that was in his hair to pull him away from you, “Last time I checked, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was non-exclusive, that’s what you wanted, right?” you asked innocently. You were riling him up and you knew it, for some reason, he was being all weird and possessive and you were gonna revel in it for as long as you possibly could. You let out a squeak when he used his arms around your waist to haul you into him, your hips pressed together tightly as he growled into your ear.

“Don’t pretend that this is just sex, you know it and I know it, so don’t give me that shit,” he hissed against you before sinking his teeth into that special spot and making you throw your head back, your nails digging into the exposed skin of his shoulder as you pressed the whole length of your body against him, feeling his hardness press into your stomach firmly as he rutted against you.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you used your hands to tug his head up harshly, both of you breathing heavily as you looked at each other, his cheeks already red with the arousal that was pressed against your stomach, as well as the dampness that you could feel pooling in between your legs. “So are you just gonna talk shit or are you gonna actually do something about it?” you challenged him with a raised eyebrow. You knew exactly how to bait him, the same way he knew how to drive you insane.

He let out a low growl as he yanked you into him, his hands caged around your face as he kissed you harshly. You moaned into his mouth softly as you gripped his shirt in your hands, nipping at his bottom lip playfully as he kissed you with a bruising intensity. You let out a soft gasp as one of his hands slid from the back of your neck, down to your ass, squeezing you roughly. You felt him smirk against your mouth as your mouth fell open slightly, slipping his tongue in between your lips and deepening the kiss.

There was no denying it, the boy knew how to use his mouth, he was a phenomenal kisser, and was even better at using his mouth on other areas of your body. Right now you weren’t concerned about his mouth though, you were more interested with the rather hard appendage that he was currently grinding into your hip. The boy was hung as hell, and there was no getting around it. Memories of this morning came flashing through you like a flood, the memory of waking up with his head between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, that boy knew all of you secret spots and was not shy about any of it.

Smirking, he pulled back from you, biting his lip at the sight of you looking up at him with pupils blown wide and lips swollen and bright red, the memory of you looking up at him from between his legs this morning making him swallow back a groan. He pressed his mouth against your ear again, “C’mon, let me take you home, you know I’ll make it worth your while,” he groaned into your ear, sending a sharp surge of pleasure shooting down your spine. Pulling back to see your reaction, he let out a relieved breath of hot air as you nodded quickly, his hand latching onto yours and tugging you behind him as you both made your way out of the sweltering hot club.

The tight grip that he had on your hand did not escape your notice as he pulled you out of the club and into a cab outside, letting out a deep breath as he slumped against the seat on one side. “What in the hell has gotten into you?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your body to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows together tightly as you moved your eyes over his physique. You didn’t want to stay on one part too long, otherwise you’d become distracted by the different parts of his body that reminded you how beautiful he was.

You let out a squeak as he wrapped hand around your waist, hauling you over to his side of the cab abruptly and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Didn’t like it,” he mumbled into your neck, humming contently as your hand reached up to run through his hair softly, your nails scratching against his scalp softly as he nuzzles his nose against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Didn’t like seeing Conor with his hands all over you,” he mumbled again, lifting his head up to look into your eyes that were wide in shock as you listened to him intently, your heart bashing against his chest. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his mouth pressing against your jaw again as you nodded blindly.

“Yours,” you mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.

 

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You didn’t remember how you made it from the cab to Jack’s apartment, partly because it happened so fast that you could barely blink, and partly because you had spent most of it with your mouth glued to Jack’s neck. As soon as you crossed the threshold into the apartment, both of your clothes were flying off, leaving a trail behind you both of your heels, Jack’s shirt and belt, with his shoes ending up somewhere near the kitchen. Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on Jack’s extremely plush bed, with Jack kneeling at the bottom of the bed and smirking at you.

Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed, balancing your weight on them as you cocked your head to the side slightly, “I’m not gonna magically transform into a perfect ten, y’know,” you chuckled softly, “This is as good as it’s gonna get, Maynard” you smirked. He simply shook his head at you before pushing your legs apart, your tight dress moving up and over your hips as he settled his body between your thighs, much like he had this morning.

He kissed a line across the top of your panties as his hands hooked behind your knees and dragged them over his shoulders, opening you up to him. You collapsed onto your back as he placed open mouthed kisses to you through the thin lace of your panties, your hands weaved into his hair as his mouth continued on it’s way down, placing kisses down your upper thighs before switching sides and kissing up the other thigh, just avoiding the place where you needed him the most.

Using his teeth, he dragged down your panties slowly, his nose brushing against you softly and causing you to let out the most pornographic sound you had ever heard in your life. He smirked up at you from between your thighs, discarding your panties behind him as he spread his hands out over your hips, holding you open to him as he physically licked his lips, oh this boy was going to be the absolute death of you.

Starting at your knee, he began placing feather light kisses to your inner thigh, slowly making his way up to the apex of your thighs where you laid bare and ready for him. “Such a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, “Always so ready for me,” he mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your hips, hard enough so that you were sure that you’d have matching bruises in the morning.

“Jaaaaack,” you whined, bucking your hips up in an attempt to create some friction, “Hurry U-ohhh,” a moan ripped out of your mouth as he suddenly licked a strip from top to bottom, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit as he slid one finger inside of you.

You felt the pleasure began to build as he latched his mouth onto your bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit as he set a steady rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of you.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you moaned even louder, your nails digging into his scalp and causing him the hum against you, the vibrations going through you like shock waves. You whined and bucked your hips against his face, desperate to go over that edge, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you in place as he added another finger into the mix.

Curving his fingers up to brush against that specific spot inside of you, you tugged on his hair harshly, making his smirk against you as he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers into you faster and making sure to press firmly against that spot every single time.

Finally, you could feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach begin to tighten almost painfully, your thighs shaking around his head as you threw your head back, “Oh oh my god, Jack! I-I’m g-gonna, oh! I’m almost there!” You moaned out loudly, trying to buck your hips up. Jack curved his fingers again, focusing on just rubbing against that spot until you were coming like a tidal wave. Your back arched up off of the bed as you fell apart beneath him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm until you were shaking, pushing him back as you tried to catch your breath.

Once you managed to regain your breath, you pushed yourself up again, intent on returning the favour, only to find Jack having already discarded his tight jeans and crawling up towards you. You never got used to seeing him like this, he was big but not too big and perfectly thick, in other words, the boy was hung as hell and you drooled slightly every time you saw him naked.

He crawled up over you, pushing your dress up your body and peeling it over your head as he went, his mouth pressing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses as he went. You didn’t object when he pulled your dress over your head, nor when he unclasped your lace bra and latched his mouth onto your nipple, dragging his teeth over it gently as his hand tended to the other one.

Your hand reached down between you, wrapping around his girth and beginning to pump him up and down. Jack let out a grunt as he grabbed onto your wrist burying his face in your neck as he pulled you off of him; that was different, Jack never said no to a hand job or blowjob. He chuckled against your skin as he brought your hand up beside your head, lacing it with one of his as he brought his head up to look at you. “I’m not gonna last if you put your hands on me,” he chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours with unfamiliar gentleness as he leaned down to kiss you, dragging the tip of his cock up to rub against your clit, and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Biting your lip, you lifted one of your legs to wrap around his hips, you pulled him forward until he was right against you. Smirking, he wrapped his hand around your thigh, hooking the other one around his hips as he entered you in one smooth thrust. Throwing your head back at the feeling of him fully inside of you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back and wriggling your hips in a silent plea for him to move. He seemed to catch on as he braced his hands next to your head in a push up position as he set a quick rhythm straight up.

You dug your nails into his back as you arched into him, dragging them down his taut skin as he attached his mouth to your sweet spot, working on leaving a sizable mark on your neck as he hiked your leg up even higher on his waist, scraping his teeth against your neck as he gave a particularly hard thrust, his fingers digging into your thigh harshly.

“Ugh you’re so fucking tight,” Jack groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he snapped his hips against you even harder than he had been before. He let out a strangled grunt when you tightened around him, your walls squeezing him tightly as he picked up the pace, his hand wriggling between you two as his thumb pressed against your clit again.

You let out a high pitched moan as he slammed into you, knowing from the way he was quivering inside you, that he was nearing the peak. “Come on, baby, I’m almost there, go over the edge with me,” he grunted in your ear, the wet sound of skin slapping together filling the room, both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat as you bit your lip.

Using a brief lapse in his attention, you flipped him onto his back, arching your spine as the new angle allowed him to slip in just that little bit deeper, pressing harder onto that specific spot inside of you. Bracing yourself with your hands on his chest, you began bouncing up and down, moaning at the new feelings surging through you.

You moved faster, feeling the ball of fire in your stomach coil up even tighter as you picked up the pace, all you needed was that little push, and you’d go off of the edge with him. You let out a loud high pitched scream as his thumb pressed against your clit for the third time, white spots exploding behind your eyes as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. It wasn’t long until Jack was following after you, his hips snapping like pistons into your own until he was letting out a guttural grunt and holding your hips to his as he exploded inside of you.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, covered in sweat and coated in the combined juices of you two as he slowly slipped out of you, softening against your thigh as he wrapped his arms around your tired and clammy body. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in and out softly as you attempting to recollect yourself. You traced patterns onto his chest with the tip of your nail as you felt his chest still heaving up and down underneath your hand.

You had heard once that, if you have absolutely mind blowing sex (like you’d had just then) then the best thing for you to do, was not talk to the guy afterwards, so as to let him get his bearings back. With that in mind, you crawled out of his arms and made your way into the bathroom to clean up.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, your mind went back to earlier tonight, had he been jealous of you and Conor? If so, why? It had been his idea to keep the arrangement as no strings attached, friends with benefits only. Why was he suddenly being so boyfriend?

That thought remained on your mind as you tugged his thrasher shirt over your head, your favourite of all his shirts, and padded back into his room, expecting to see him zonked out on the bed. You were not expecting to see a fully coherent Jack Maynard sitting up in bed and twirling your panties around in his hands.

Blushing, you hurried over and pulled them out of his grasp, pulling them back up your legs quickly before taking a seat next to him on the bed. He smiled at you dopily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, “You look beautiful in my shirts,” he mumbled softly, his smile widening when you blushed deeply but leaned into his hand nonetheless.

Biting your lip, you looked up at him again, “Why didn’t you take that girl home with you tonight?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Why does it matter, Y/N?” he asked as he looking down at his lap, remembering when you had been on it fifteen minutes ago. He hadn’t expected you to ask him that, not after you guys had just had the best sex you’d ever had before.

“Because you were totally into her, and then you ditched just to make sure I wasn’t going to hook up with Conor!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. Jack was a master at avoiding direct questions and had been for as long as you’d known him, it was one of the things that made him so alluring to girls your age.

“Because he’s my brother!” He fired back, his expression twisting into a scowl at your persistence, “You have a club full of guys to choose from and you pick my brother?!” he sneered, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.

“All I would have done is kiss him, and that shouldn’t even matter to you! You’re the one who chose this arrangement, not me!” you screeched, running a hand through your hair in agitation, “So tell me why you went home with me and not her? Because I’m easy? Because you don’t have to worry about me being a pain the next morning?” you badgered him, knowing that you were getting too worked up but being too far gone to stop it. Your words were spewing out of your mouth at an alarming rate and you couldn’t stop them.

“She wasn’t you, okay?!”

To say you were shocked at his words would have been a vast understatement.

 

He took a deep breath before looking at you again, “She wasn’t you, and the more I looked at her, I compared her to you and realised that I was being a fucking twat to you,” he sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair and making you bite your lip as his biceps tensed slightly. “You deserve the world, Y/N, you deserve a guy like Conor or Oli who can give it to you,” he muttered, avoiding your glance.

You let out a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you for more than sex.

After unsuccessfully trying to capture his gaze, you crawled into his lap, sitting back on his thighs as you hooked your hands around his jaw, dragging his head up to look at you and almost melting at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Jack,” you said softly, your thumb rubbing against his jawbone gently, “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if it were any different,” you giggled. “So if you want to be with me, then I’m right here, but if you don’t, then I’m probably just gonna keep wanting you,” You told him in a soft voice, sure that your own vulnerability was shining through at that moment.

He let out a soft laugh before yanking you forwards and wrapping his arms around you tightly, “How could anyone possibly not want to be with you?” he grinned as he pressed kisses all over your face. You giggled loudly as he rolled you onto your side, tucking the blanket around you as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face at the action, so this is what it felt like when the person you wanted, wanted you back.

Save Yourself (Steve One-shot)

Characters: reader, Steve (Natasha, Bucky, and Sam mentioned)

Summary: After a disastrous mission and harsh romantic rejection, you find yourself in a downward spiral of destructive behavior until Steve steps in and shows you you’re worth saving.

Warnings: All the angst. Little bit of fluff. Mentions of death, sex, destructive behavior, suicide and self harm (mild), alcohol abuse. 

Word Count: 2.4k (another failed drabble, ya’ll. I’m a wordy birdy)

Song Inspiration: Save Yourself by Kaleo

Y/N: Late night angst strikes again! I thought about this song and story all day at work. I’m still working on my multiple series, but needed a little change of pace. I’ve also been missing Steve lately. I was reminded of Chris Evans’ advice about his noisy brain so I included that. This got a lot darker than I anticipated. I have no idea how it’ll be received, so let me know your thoughts. I adore you all!! <3

p.s. Happy Birthday, Chris Evans!!! :) 

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Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Ding.

Wincing at the unusually loud noise, you exited the elevator and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway toward your room. Rounding the corner, you placed a hand to the side of your head, hoping the incessant pounding would subside soon. You snuck forward quietly, high heels dangled from your other hand with a clutch purse wedged under your arm. At least you remembered to grab your purse this time.

“Have a nice time last night?”

You cringed. Only ten feet away from your room, you heard the one voice you hoped not the hear coming from the one man you were avoiding. Straightening up from your sneaking position, you slowly turned toward the voice.

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Oh Sehun//Love Thy Neighbor - Part 2

Originally posted by oohsehunnies

Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty
Word Count: 4,724

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What’s Your Name? // Jay Park

Originally posted by pervingonkpop

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: A Jay Park smut where you are a tough kind of girl and you meet jay in a club and he is intrigued by your attitude and you eventually hook up. Thanks :))))

A/N: Please note that this scenario contains: one night stand sex, squirting and general naughty stuff ^_^


After being in a dead end relationship for the past 4 years, tonight you were finally ready to reclaim yourself as a single woman and celebrate that. For too long, you had felt like you had become a shell of yourself – your ex being your childhood sweetheart and being the only person you had ever been sexually intimate with. You had completely revamped not only your looks – but you slowly began to become the tough, fearless girl that you knew you once were.

You looked stunning from head to toe. Your hair looked, smelled and felt like heaven; while any gained weight from the comfort of your previous relationship was dropped – and you felt damn good in your little black dress and high heels; donning a thong and no bra as your dress was so tight that it didn’t need it. You felt the sexiest that you had ever felt, and you were on your way to one of the best clubs in Seoul with your girlfriends for a night of intended debauchery and self indulgence.

After waiting in line and showing your ID’s, you were finally able to enter the club. The music along with the atmosphere was booming as the club quickly began filling up and drinks started to be consumed. You ordered a vodka and redbull along with a Corona – starting off as you were meaning to go on, as you sat down around the table with your friends. The club itself was bourgie, high class and was always filled on the nights that it opened as it also attracted some of south Koreas hottest and finest celebrities.


You were having the time of your life, laughing and talking with your friends, feeling the effects of the alcohol begin to take over your body as you threw back drink after drink. After finishing the one you had in your hand, you decided to get up and go over to the bar to order yourself another – even though the guys that had made their way over to your table had insisted on doing it for you, you had told them that you really didn’t need a man to do your legwork for you – that you were a big girl and you can handle walking a few metres to get your alcohol yourself, to which they smirked and probably thought that you were some kind of stuck up bitch; but you couldn’t care less about what they thought about you. You toddled over to the bar, shimmying yourself between the group of guys that were standing around it and placing your hands on the counter.

“Can I get a whiskey – on the rocks please?” you said sweetly, looking into the barman’s face as he smiled at your request.

“Going hard tonight then, Miss?” he replied as he poured out your drink into a small tumbler over ice.

“Damn right I am” you replied, giving him a cheeky wink as he placed the glass on the bar. Just as you were about to hand over your money, you seen a heavily tattooed arm from your left reach over, gently placing money down on the counter. You swerved your eyes over, following the trail of tattoos to eventually be met by someone who you wouldn’t have been able to mistake from a mile away. The arm just to happened to belong to Jay Park, famous rapper and creator of the record label AOMG. You looked at him, becoming star-struck for a few seconds as he smiled at you slowly, raising his eyebrows and studying your facial expressions as the barman looked on.

“The lady’s drink is on me” Jay purred, giving the barman a sideways glace as he took his hand back and rested it on the counter. You scoffed through your teeth, taking the money that you had in your hand and placing it into the barman’s hand.

“The lady prefers to pay for her own drinks herself, here you go” you said to him politely, watching him smile as he took the money from you. You looked back at Jay to see him beaming a smile at you, noticing now that the people who you had previously slid your way through were some of the guys from AOMG – Simon, Loco Cha Cha; and of course, Jay.

“Do you always offer to pay for strangers drinks? Or is this just your good deed for the year?” you asked coyly as you sipped on the whiskey, feeling it warm your throat as it went down into your belly. Jay chuckled, staring at you intensely and never taking his eyes off you. You had heard he had a reputation for being a “player” – it was no secret that he was of course attractive, you found his tattoos to add to his charm and of course, he looked after his body too. But that wasn’t enough to make you fall for his tacky ‘paying for your drink’ move that he just pulled.

“I don’t do it too often; but when I do, usually I’m not refused.” He chuckled at you, shifting his weight from his feet and tilting his head back a little. He was intrigued by you – usually girls were all over him, so why were you different?

“Well there you go then, there’s a first time for everything” you said as you flashed him a small smile and turning to walk away. As you did, he gently reached out to you, taking a light grasp on your shoulder as he stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait, you don’t know who I am? You’re not even gonna introduce yourself?” he asked you, a look of shock sweeping over his attractive face – his features striking and his eyes alluring.

“Oh I know who you are. But you’re gonna have to try a little harder to get what you want, Jay” you said teasingly, before shrugging his hand off and giving your best walk back to your girlfriends, letting him have a clear view of your ass in the tight dress as you did. Jay sat watching after you, as Simon slung his arm around him and chuckled dryly.

“Damn, she got you good son. Has Jay Park met his match?” he said loudly over the music as the rest of the guys shared knowing glances between themselves. Jay lay back against the counter, gripping his bottle of beer and watching you from across the club as you sat with your friends, completely ignoring him and his entire existence. You knew it hurt his ego – but you were always a push and pull kind of gal; you weren’t going to give it to him that easy.


Before long, you and your girls were finally drunk enough to join the masses on the dance floor. As you began dancing and giggling with your friends, Jay Parks song “You Know” came on in the club – the sexy and sultry beat filling your ears as you swayed back and forth to the beat, moving your hips slowly and running your hands through your hair. It was then you felt two hands snake around your body, over your stomach and down towards your hips. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact, before turning your head around to see Jay, pulling you closer towards his body as he moved in time to the beat with you. You turned around, still dancing with him as you leaned in towards him.

“You’re really not going to give up, huh?” you purred into his ear, your voice soft and velvety. Jay could smell the liquor on your breath along with the smell of your floral perfume filling his nostrils as he put his hands on you once again.

“What do you take me for? You’re interesting. What’s your name?” he said back, dying to know who you were as if you were some kind of great mystery.

“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” You replied, not touching him once as you ran your hands up and down your own body as the strobe lights flickered. Jay said your name over in his head as he caught glimpses of your drunken face, your head tilted back with your eyes closed as you felt your body becoming absorbed by the heavy bass of his song. It was then you pushed him back, smiling at him and backing away, never taking your eyes off him as you slowly moved through the crowd. Jay followed you in a trance as time seemed to slow down, the alcohol swarming through his veins and edging him on even more as he watched you present a ‘come hither’ motion with your finger. Simon and Loco watched from the bar as they couldn’t believe how you – who Jay had only met tonight; had gotten him so wrapped around your little finger that he was now following you like a little puppy.

You continued walking through the crowd, coming to the edge of the dance floor to a more quiet part of the club, not even looking back as you knew that Jay was following you. You stopped upon approaching the wall, reaching your hand behind your head and pulling your hair around, exposing your neck. You looked over your shoulder to see Jay, staring at your womanly frame, practically undressing you with his eyes as he felt his member suddenly twitch gently, getting harder at his explicit thoughts of you. He walked closer, before you turned around and backed yourself up against the wall as he trapped you between it, his mouth lingering over yours as you caught glimpses of his toned body through the dim and sultry lights of the club. Jay kept his eyes on you as he ran his hands over your sides, feeling the soft, thin fabric brush against his palms as he ghosted them over your breasts, feeling your nipples harden as you had no bra on, making him smirk slightly.

“No bra? Aren’t you a naughty girl” he whispered, his voice soft and delicate but well controlled as you giggled, music to his ears as he pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his hard manhood on your lower abdomen. You began feeling the space between your legs soak your thong as you imagined how he would feel in side you, his hands gripping your ass as you let him take you in the most animalistic way possible. You placed a finger on his lips, looking into his eyes which were filled with nothing but pure lust and seduction.

“Not here” you moaned gently, further enticing him as he looked to the side and spotted the back entrance which he knew had a hallway which was always empty.

“Over there” he said, taking your hand and whisking you away to the side door, the both of you slipping out unnoticed.


As soon as you were out of view, you slammed Jay against the wall and began kissing him roughly, both shocking him and turning him on beyond belief. It was the first time he had met a girl who took such control as you did, but at the same time you were vulnerable in so many ways too. You pressed your chest against his, reaching your hand down and palming his clothed core, making him groan into your mouth as he fed your ego. You pressed harder, dominating the kiss as you took what you wanted, almost feeling him tremble from your touch as he gripped your body close to his. You ran your hands up and underneath his shirt, feeling his hard abs against your fingertips before pulling the shirt up and over his body and placing your lips on his neck, leaving small pink and purple galaxies in your wake. Jay relished in the feeling of your teeth grazing his skin as he slipped his hands down and slid them under your dress, pushing your legs apart and placing his hands over your soft, clothed mound, feeling how wet you were.

“You’re so wet already, fuck” he growled in your ear, as you stopped your attack on him, letting him take over as he switched places with you, this time your back being against the wall and letting Jay have his way. He continued to kiss you, occasionally biting your lip while he hiked your dress up over your ass and hooked his finger under the small fabric of your thong, running his fingers gently through your fold and spreading your juices up towards your clit, massaging it gently as he elicited soft, breath mewls from you as you panted into his mouth. He pulled back, watching your face as he slid his middle finger inside of you, feeling your walls grip it tightly as he began to pump you at a fast speed; knuckle deep. You gripped his arm as you tensed your entire body against him, watching his eyes bare into your soul as you let small moans fall from your mouth.

“Do you have a condom?” you managed to let out in between laboured breaths.

“Back pocket baby” he cooed into your face, enjoying watching you unravel underneath him. You slipped you hand around into his pocket, feeling the small foil packaging before placing it in your mouth and reaching down to his jeans and almost ripping the buttons clean off them. Jay removed his finger from inside of you, sliding it into his mouth as he lapped your juices up – making you whimper at the sight of him.

“You taste so good, mmh” he moaned teasingly, but you had had enough. You pulled his jeans and boxers down in one go, watching his member spring free. He was average size, but you were surprised at how thick he was as you now imagined him filing you to the brim and stretching you out, making your arousal almost unbearable as he stepped out of his garments and began pumping himself slowly. As you tore open the packet and began to roll it onto his hard cock, he gripped your breasts through the thin material of your dress, kneading them and pinching your nipples, making your body judder at the over stimulation. Jay checked that the condom was on securely, before pressing you back firmly up against the wall and placing his hands around your thighs below your ass and hoisting you into the air. You primitively wrapped your legs around him and gripped his shoulders as he guided himself into the entrance of your sopping sex. You both let out long, drawn out moans as he slid his member deep into your core, feeling every inch of him fill you up. He fitted you like a glove as he began to move deeper and harder, ramming you against the wall as you panted into his ear.

“Fuck you feel amazing baby, ohhh shit” Jay groaned, shutting his eyes closed tight and breathing harder and heavier with every thrust, his hips rolling into yours while gripping your thighs for dear life – so hard that you were sure he would leave nice little marks for you the next morning. You put your arms under his shoulders and began dragging your nails down his back, making him hiss and that contact and ram into you harder – reaching your little spot of heaven deep within you every time. It was then you felt Jay’s member begin to twitch inside of you, filling the condom with his seed as his orgasm began to wash over him. He moaned your name, but you couldn’t help feel hard done by. At least with your ex, he always to bring you to your end first before he let himself become undone. You rolled your eyes as Jay began to slow down and let you drop to the floor, rolling the soiled condom off himself and tying it before placing it on the ground.

Just as you sighed and began pulling your dress down over your legs, you felt Jays hand grab the back of your hair and bend you over the large crate that sat beside the both of you.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you felt beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead. He gripped your hair harder, learning over your back as you let out a whimper, squirming underneath him and spreading your legs further. Jay moved back, getting down on his knees and observing your open holes and he spread your ass cheeks and running the flat of his tongue over both of your openings, making you moan in both shock and pleasure.

“That’s it (Y/N), moan for me. Let me hear your voice baby” he hummed into your soft skin, before moving your body back towards him, granting him more access to all of you as he attacked your clit with his tongue, rubbing it back and forward and drinking you down. Without any warning, he slammed two of his fingers inside of you, producing lewd sounds that filled the air along with your uncontrollable moaning as your legs began to shake from his penetration. It all became too much as you felt something that you had never felt before. Complete ecstasy built itself up in parts of you that you didn’t know existed, as you tried to hold it back for the fear of the unknown.

“Let go baby, it feels good right? Just let it go” Jay said reassuringly as he put all of his strength from his arm, pumping into you at an alarming rate. Upon hearing his words, you let your body relax as much as it could, before feeling your orgasm hit you like a 3 tonne truck. You couldn’t stop the screams that fell from your mouth as you felt yourself squirting over Jay’s hand has he continued to pump you and make you ride out your intense high.

“That’s it baby, fuck you’re so sexy, good girl” he moaned, encouraging you and making you feel less embarrassed as your sweet nectar dripped down your thighs and his arm. He slowed down with your body naturally, as the convulsions of your orgasm came to a slow and steady stop, before he stood up and pulled you back into his arms, looking at your fucked out, post orgasm face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he said seriously, looking into your eyes with concern. You let out a small chuckle, putting your arms around him as he lifted you up to sit on the crate to get you off your feet in fear you would collapse.

“Yes…I’m fine but…that’s the first time that I ever…uhm…you know” you replied sheepishly, your cheeks turning red as Jay couldn’t help but find you completely adorable as he rested his forehead against yours, smiling and looking into your eyes.

“I bet there’s a lot of things you haven’t ever done, hmm?” his voice as soft, but sensual as you ran your hands along his body, a little damp from sweat. Jay kissed your forehead, before leaning back and retrieving his clothes before getting dressed and returning between your legs, smiling at you devilishly with his cheeky grin.

“What?” you giggled, cocking your head to the side and wondering what was on his mind. Jay placed his hands on your hips once more, before leaning into your ear and making you bite your lip and widen your eyes at his words, his tone laced with lust and desire.

“Why don’t you come home with me and I can show you all the things you’ve never done before?”

Midnight Reminiscing: ReggiexReader! PART ONE.

hey guys, this is a multi-part mini fic :) please leave feedback in my ask!

Summary: Reggie and (Y/N) reminisce about their sophomore relationship at a senior year house party. 

(GIF not mine, credit to @netflixuniversity. I know its a Zach Dempsey gif btw)

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Tantrums

“That’s not my name.”

Harry visibly frowned, stopping for a moment from going down the fire exit of the hotel he’s been in so that the both of you would not encounter paps and would go straight to the parking lot, the same one he’s been in to have a few drinks with Jeff and his bandmates that made him easily more than tipsy and a handful.

His wrist’s held by you that made him frown even more when he looked at the sight, yet a sober part of his mind saying that no one could blame you since you received a call from Jeff to pick him up when you were waiting for him to go home for the past hour.

“What’s this about now, Harry?”

“You’re doing it again!”

Harry exclaimed, slightly stomping on the ground before crossing his arms on his chest, pouting which made it for you even harder to get him down the stairs.

“I’m doing what exactly, Harry?”

You put emphasis on your question, being nothing but frustrated on the situation that drove you to the point on attempting to bring him with you.

“Harry’s not my name!”

He whined with his deep voice, motioning his hands out yet not knowing whether he’s sensitive because he is at the moment or it’s just the alcohol in his veins.

“It’s not Harry, it’s love! You call me love, not Harry!”

The way he said it was in par of him throwing a tantrum, his eyebrows furrowed but his words not harsh yet they were simply filled with so much complaint.

“Your name’s Harry Edward — Harry.”

You managed to said straightly without your hand going through your hair frustratedly, your lips set in a line.

“My name’s love — you call me love. Don’t call me Harry!”

It isn’t a joke when he says he’s emotional, feeling that whether he isn’t intoxicated, he’d still react like this.

“Harry, can we please-…”

“Love.”

He corrected you, his bottom lip trembling as a sign that sooner or later he’d be tearing up with his hands at his sides, looking at you.

He felt like a big baby, even though admittedly he sometimes is, on being in the verge of crying over something that seems so little but really isn’t to him since your petname for him that was common yet had made such a big impact on him.

Harry couldn’t deny now how much he loved it and how much he anticipated being called for when it comes from you, a little flutter in his chest every time.

“Come on, love.”

You immediately offered once he finally cracked by tearing up, looking up at you so dearly that he instantly put his figure to rest on yours, burying his head onto your neck.

The issue about him not coming home as immediately as he could like he promised slightly dissolved, yet Harry knowing and making a mental note to make up for it.

The next few minutes were you calming down Harry since he couldn’t have it if it isn’t you who’s gonna do it, mumbling incoherent things.

“Love.”

He tested the word on his mouth, feeling a little foreign on his lips because it wasn’t the only name he called you, nonetheless feeling that noting would compare to you on how you say it to him.

Harry smiled, chuckling at the thought before briefly looking up at you, resting his head onto your shoulder.

“I love you.”

Sober

Summary: Soulmate AU - you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts x Lorde’s Sober || What will you do when you’re sober?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language (I am so sorry in advance)

Word Count: 1631

A/N: Here’s my submission for my wife Blade’s 2k Writing Challenge! Hope y’all enjoy, this might just be a personal favorite of mine now. (Italics indicate reader’s/Bucky’s thoughts / lyrics are set aside)

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