and sexiest little thing

bts// their moans

this is my preference


i feel like jin would let out little whimpers every now and then. but when he is close, the whimpers would turn into somewhat louder moans. he would like the sound of his whimpers and your moans mixing together in the room. he would be telling you how much he adores you or little dirty things throughout the entire time you guys would be fucking. when he is close to cumming he would put his head between your neck and shoulder, trying to muffle his now louder moans.

Originally posted by jungkookandyugyeomwhores


i think yoongi would let little almost silent groans and grunts out and would use A LOT OF DIRTY TALK. he would sometimes moan out your pet name when he was close to cumming. also SWEARING would be an ALWAYS. if you were giving him a blowjob, he would wrap his fingers through your hair and praise you- telling you how good you are doing or saying he knows you can fit more than that. when he would be close to orgasming his breath would hitch in his throat as a more audible grunt escaped his lips.

Originally posted by scartic


  i think high pitched moans would fall out of his mouth at times. he would mutter a few things to you, telling you how wet you are for him or how well you’re taking him. when he felt like a loud moan was going to come out of him, he would quickly kiss your lips, trying to muffle it. he would also try to muffle it by kissing your neck. he’d breathe heavely by your ear, making you even more turned on if it was possible. i also feel like he would curse when he hit a special point in you. when was really really close to cumming, he’d moan out your name in almost a growl. 

Originally posted by shinenamjoon

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  holy shit, namjoon would be so fucking vocal because he’s daddy. he’d also want you to be very vocal too. he’d make you beg for him, moan for him, tell him how good you’re feeling. he would absoutely live for your moans, so when you’d moan loudly, he would most likely moan too. soft growls would be an always from him. when he’d be close to cumming, grunts and heavy breaths would come from him. when he finally did climax, your name followed by some curse words would practically fall from his mouth.

Originally posted by bexsblogposts


i would just like to say that jimin moans would be the cutest but SEXIEST thing ever. little baby whimpers and moans would come from him. your name would be said breathlessly as he pounded into you. at first, he would try to not make  a sound, but you just felt so good wrapped around him he couldn’t help it. if you were giving him a blow job, he would PRAISE YOU SO HELP ME GOD. telling you how good you were at it, how beautiful you looked. when he reached his climax his body would jerk everywhere and a now loud, shameless moan would escape his mouth. i think little whispers or curse words would happen sometimes from him. AND IF HE WAS BEING THE SUB YOU WOULD TELL HIM NOT TO MOAN OR ELSE HE’LL GET PUNISHED BUT HE COULDN’T HELP IT AND jesus christ do i want a park jimin. 

Originally posted by jiminwhyyougotnojams


tae would be very very verbal during sex. raspy low groans would escape him every now and then, but DIRTY TALK and PRAISES were an always. he’d LIVE off of your moans too. your moans turned him on A LOT. so when you moan or whimper, a fucking GROWL  would come out of him. also i feel like his moans would change depending on the type of sex you guys were having. if it’s slow passionate sex, he would take gentle care of you and low soft moans would come from him. but if it was ROUGH DOMINANT sex holy shit GRUNTS GROWLS CURSE WORDS YOUR NAME EVErYTHING!

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys


so, like taehyung, i think his moans would depend on the type of sex you guys would be having. if it was the first time you guys would be having sex, it was soft, almost silent groans of pleasure. he’d also whimper your name. if you guys were just fucking because JUST FUVKING IS RLY FUN it would loud very loud groans and dirty talk. “mmh, you like that baby?”. when he would be extremely close to cumming, it was almost forced breathing and a lot of grunts. i think he would also bite and kiss your neck as he came. 

Originally posted by roselstra

Bad Days (WinterIron Prompt Fill)

Combining the WS/Bucky Prompts I got from @the-ice-goddess@larissaloki@the-superhero-under-your-bed​ and an anonymous

Prompt: Bucky likes Tony, but is too scared to tell him. What he doesn’t know is that every time he has a “winter soldier” moment, he is constantly protecting tony and not letting anyone near him, so tony already knows that Bucky likes him (“genius, remember?”). Bucky finally gets up the courage to talk to Tony, only for Tony to tell him what’s been going on and he’s been waiting for Bucky to be comfortable enough to actually tell him. Happy ending!

I’ve been on a winter soldier binge (thanks to the alpha WS you did!!) and I just love the thought of Ws being triggered in the tower and while everyone is creating a perimeter etc Tony walks in sleep deprived and due to how adorable he looks Ws aggressively cuddles and protects this sleepy cuteness!
I don’t know if you’re still taking prompts buuuuut if you are maybe a quick fic of Tony enjoying how beefy Bucky is 😘😉
Bucky panicking bc he can feel the WS creeping in & the team being shocked at how the WS in basically in love with Tony & how he is protective of him

Some days were just harder than others.

It was to be expected after all, a tower full of heroes with pasts that varied from something in the forties to that of a professional killer and everything in between.

So everyone had bad days. Natasha went from borderline scary to full on terrifying. Clints pranks went from mostly harmless to almost deadly as he worked out whatever was on his mind. Steve’s bad days were more manageable, usually holing himself up in his room to draw. Bruce of course… he had a Hulk proof room at the bottom of the Tower where he could go if he started feeling…green.

Honestly, out of everyone, TONY was the one to have the worst bad days. He would lock himself in the lab for days at a time, refuse to eat and basically self destruct until JARVIS got tired of it and called for one of the Avengers (usually Steve) to bodily remove Tony from the lab and force him to face the real world.

So yeah, some days were just hard, and the team dealt with them accordingly. Besides, its not like any one of them was going to hurt any of the other ones.

Or at least, that had never been a concern until Bucky moved in.
It was fine, usually. Sure Bucky was a little cranky, and if Sam Wilson got too close they fought like siblings, and Natasha and Bucky this weird animosity thing going on… but it was fine usually.

And for whatever reason, Tony had taken a special interest in Bucky, bringing him down to the lab to work on his arm for hours at a time. They bonded in the near silence of the lab, Tony only asking questions that had to be asked, Bucky answering as best he could. If anyone noticed that Tony seemed to smile more when Bucky was around, or that Bucky seemed to always be around if Tony was around… well no one said anything.

It was fine…usually.

Until Bucky had a bad day. Because Bucky’s bad days triggered his Winter Soldier, and that was never a good thing.

The first time Bucky was triggered, really triggered, no one really knew what had happened.
Maybe it was Natashas gilb comment about her last mission, maybe it was Clint shooting finger guns at Cap after a snarky quip, maybe Sam finally crossed the line with his teasing. No one knew, but it happened regardless.

To the team’s credit, the moment they realized what was happening, they jumped into defensive mode– definitely not OFFENSIVE, because no one was going to win that fight. They created a perimeter to keep the Soldier in the common area, JARVIS locked down the building as well as he could, and things were tense as Steve tried to talk to the Soldier, hands up peacefully as he stared into pale blue eyes that did not recognize him anymore.

The Soldier had his gun drawn, his left arm up and out defensively, eyes darting around wildly trying to map escape routes and possible hostiles and then—

—then the elevator door opened and Tony walked right into the fray, rubbing at his eyes because god damn it he was tired after a two day marathon in the lab.

“Tony!” Natasha hissed to catch his attention and divert him, but nothing much could divert sleepy Tony from a warm blanket and soft couch, so he just kept right on going.

“Move.” Tony mumbled and shoved at a shocked Steve, who acted without thinking and grabbed Tonys arm to stop him.

Steve was flying backwards and smacking into the wall before he could even blink, and all he and the rest of the team could do was stare at a furious Winter Soldier, who was standing protectively in front of Tony, damn near snarling, his weapon pointed firmly at Steve, who he seemed to think posed the biggest threat.

Tony froze instantly, his eyes wide, but not saying anything, and he barely managed to hide his shock when the Soldier turned right around and picked him up, cradling him close to his chest for the few steps it took to get to the couch.    

He held Tony easily in his left arm, reaching for a blanket with his right and wrapped it around Tony several times before setting him down, a pillow beneath his head.

Then the Soldier sat on the floor with his head leaned back against the Tony-burrito, his gun resting on his thigh, eyes closing enough to look relax, but not enough to fool anyone into thinking that he actually was relaxed.

“I think we should all just…back away.” Clint said quietly and held up a hand to silence Steve when he started to protest. “No really. If the Soldier was going to hurt Tony he would have done it right away instead of swaddling him and giving him a pillow. We need to back away. Slow and easy.”

One by one, some slower than others, the team started backing down, hands up so the Soldier wouldn’t get trigger happy.

Once the room was empty, Tony very calmly asked JARVIS to lock the doors and play some calming music while he slept.

And then he just… slept. Completely safe (if not completely confused) with the Soldier’s head resting against his knees.

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Turn Me On - Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request - “Can i request a imagine, you can choose between zach or jeff, but based on the song let me hold you (turn me on) by cheat codes…”

A/N: I picked Zach because I have lots of Jeff imagines and requests already! Also this is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever written and I’m a little nervous about it because I’m not very good at this kinda thing.

Playlist: Let Me Hold You (Turn Me On) - Cheat Codes

Jessica’s party was set out to be the party of the year, according to everyone. Although you didn’t believe them, little did you know it would be- for you, at least.

People seemed to be everywhere at once, and you were beginning to get stressed out. Partly because of the sheer amount of people, partly because honestly, you were pretty drunk already. What was worse was that your long time crush Zach Dempsey happened to be here, hence why you were so smashed already. You and Zach weren’t a lot more than acquaintances, but whenever you were around each other there was a major sexual tension that seemed to come from no where. There was something about the two of you that ignited far more than just a spark. Speaking of the devil, Zach came up behind you and placed a hand on your back.

“L/N. Didn’t expect to see you here, you told me you weren’t coming.” A flirtatious smirk played at his plump lips. His face was close to yours so that you could hear him over the loud music and people, which was making you sweat a little.

“You should know by now not to trust me, Dempsey.” You mimicked his facial expression.

“Oh, believe me, your unpredictable nature is part of the reason I like you so much.” He was so close that you could feel his warm, vodka-coated breath on your neck.

“You’ll probably regret saying that.” You chuckled as you began to walk away, shaking your cup as an indication that you were grabbing another drink.

“You’d better be back…” He muttered under his breath, biting his lip. However, you heard, and grinned to yourself as you walked away.

Deciding to make him wait a little, you went outside for a bit of fresh air, and a conversation with Jess.

“I’m not gonna pretend I didn’t see that, Y/N.” she giggled.

“See what?” You feigned.

“Dempsey making the moves on you. I don’t know why you don’t just tap that! He clearly likes you and he’s hot as fuck.” She tugged on your arm.

“I suppose he is.” You shrugged.

“Don’t be coy.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Oh shut up! I can tell you like him.”

You sighed and threw your head into your hands. “Is it that obvious?”

“Probably not to everyone, but to your best friend - yes.”

She pushed you toward the house lightly, “get it, you hot piece of ass!”

You snorted at your best friends ridiculousness, but made your way to the house nevertheless.


A couple of hours later, you hadn’t really seen Zach since earlier, but you tried to push the thought to the back of your mind. Let Me Hold You - Cheat Codes was blaring from the speakers and you were feeling the music. This was your jam. You swayed your hips to the music, bringing your hands up through your hair seductively, not caring about anyone around you. That was, until you made eye contact with the one boy you’d been searching for all night.

He was leaning against the door frame, watching you, drink in hand, with the cheekiest grin you’d maybe ever seen. When you realised the eye contact had been unbroken for a while, you slipped Zach a wink, running your sweaty hand through your tousled hair. He blushed ever so slightly, before swigging the remainder of his drink, crumpling it, then throwing it, and moving through the people toward you. His eyes didn’t leave you once. Whilst this was happening, you’d turned to face Hannah and giggle at your drunkenness, not noticing that Zach had moved. The warm hands on your waist were the sign.

“You look amazing.” His hot breath hit your neck from behind as he whispered in your ear. You placed your hands over his and moved against him, trying to conceal the hitch in your breath.

“Fuck.” You heard him mutter. You moved your hands up so that they were reaching behind you around his neck, pulling his head down to yours.

“Told you you’d regret it.” You breathed.

He nuzzled his nose against your neck. “Hell no.”

You continued to sway your hips against him to the beat of the song.

Let me hold you. Girl, caress my body.

You’ve got me going crazy.” He groaned. You intertwined your fingers with his, moving them away from your bodies and twisting them slightly. Then, you slipped down his body, before coming back up and turning to face him, fingers still interlocked.

Turn me on.

You leaned your face up to his. “Let’s make our way upstairs.” You whispered. He nodded ever so slightly, lips parted in anticipation. On that, you let go of his hands and made your way through the crowds upstairs, stumbling across an empty room almost immediately.

Zach entered, and in one swift movement, shut the door and pinned you against it, one had next to your head, other gripping your waist roughly.

“You gotta stop giving me those bedroom eyes.” His voice was gruff and broken. You bit your lip with a giggle.

“If these are bedroom eyes, what are those?” You dragged a finger over the side of his face.

That set him off. He shot down to envelop your lips in his, his movements rough and needy. You tangled your fingers in his hair before playing with his top button. His kisses were long overdue, and you both knew it. Making up for lost time, the two of you moved in harmony with one another, exploring and tasting.

With that he lifted you up so that your legs were around him, and moved you to the bed. His fingers trembled against the hem of your dress, he was clearly a mixture of excited, nervous, and buzzed.

“Are You okay?” He asked, breaking off a little. You nodded and pulled his head back down to yours in response. He broke off ever so slightly again.

“Maybe you should take this off then.” His fingers moved under your dress a little.

“Make me.”

You’re going home with me tonight.”

Moments Pt. 2 (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have grown incredibly close as friends, but the sexual tension can be cut with a knife. Will it happen? Won’t it? What about Logan Paul? 


A/N: HAHA I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. I really hope it doesn’t suck. Please please please let me know what you think. I love all of you so much. Thanks for reading. Special thanks again to my girls @ Dolan’s Horny Lil Pancakes. Enjoy!

The months wore on and you felt both more comfortable and more enticed by Grayson. His smile still made your heart stop but it was easier to be around him now that the two of you really were good friends and it became clear that this was never about a fuck and run. The two of you had feelings, real ones. It was now mid-winter and you’d managed to keep yourself clear of his advances (and your own, if we’re being honest) for almost seven months now. However, you didn’t stay totally clear.

Every time the two of you would hang out - even if it was just longboarding down to the pier together to get pizza and some footage for a new video or a scary movie projected on a wall at the warehouse as you watched from the foam pit with both the twins - Grayson would hold your hand gingerly in his. His thumb would gently stroke your knuckles and if you ever had a scratch or a mark on your hand, he would lay a chaste kiss on it. There was a scar on your right hand on the knuckle of your ring finger and he would let his thumb run over it again and again He would always insist on bringing you home and walking you to your door.

“For safety,” he had said. But you knew it was just an excuse for him to kiss your cheek sweetly and look ever deeper into your eyes. These were all things that, in theory, close friends would do. But they meant so much more to you - to the both of you - and you knew that he knew it too.

Things started to get tense when summer began to fade and fall rolled around. Grayson’s 18th birthday was rapidly approaching and the two of you were becoming more and more aware as the days got breezier, growing desperate to have each other.

One night in October, after spending a warm L.A. evening stargazing on a beach, he held you tight in his arms and you rested against his chest as he whispered all the awful, glorious, deliciously filthy things he would do to you as soon as he got the chance, leaving you whimpering in his arms, eyes shut tight. His hand was tangled in your hair, holding your head against his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as he spoke. It had almost driven the two of you insane. You had to take almost the entire month of November away from each other to calm down.

But the day you were anxiously waiting for and dreading at the same time had finally arrived: December 16, 2017 - Grayson and Ethan’s 18th birthday. The twins were throwing a massive party at their warehouse. You, Leena and Danielle were all invited, obviously. Why wouldn’t you be?

“You and Grayson are practically dating,” Danielle said as she coated her lashes with mascara, sitting on the bathroom counter to get closer to the mirror.

“It’s true. People on twitter can’t stop talking about it,” Leena said, fixing the back of her earring to the post. You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking for something amazing to wear.


In the end, you decided on one of the sexiest things in your wardrobe: a little black two piece with a cropped halter that was all but backless, save for the intricate straps that criss crossed and held it together. It basically stayed aloft by the tie at the back of your neck. It paired with a matching cute A-line mini skirt. You even managed to wear a pair of heels. You kept it sexy but classy and you knew Gray would appreciate it.

“He’ll appreciate peeling it off you, that’s what he’ll appreciate…” said Leena when you told her the look you were going for. You rolled your eyes but the three of you laughed openly. After a few more minutes of primping and curling and finding the perfect pair of shoes, you were all ready. The fact that you were about to leave to go to the party actually terrified you. Why? You knew what was going to happen.

But what if it didn’t?

What if Grayson had just been stringing you along until he found someone his own age? What if he was just messing with you? What if it really would be just a fuck and run? You’d never felt insecure about the opposite sex before, but now, it was all you could think about. You’d never been in so deep with someone before.

You’d been in relationships, sure, and you were no virgin, but you’d never become so emotionally invested in someone. You’d always guarded your heart. After seeing your parents’ marriage fall apart, it was just an automatic reaction. You never let anybody get close to you. You felt it was dangerous. But Grayson had somehow slipped through all of that. The thought made you feel delighted and sick to your stomach at the same time.

“Is everyone ready?” Leena asked as she walked out of her room. You were sitting on the couch waiting for them and you were shaken from your thoughts. You nodded, stone-faced, standing and smoothing out your dress as it clung to your well-toned figure.

“Well then lets go!”

The warehouse was packed with people. The lights were off, but cool-colored lights spun around the room. The Dolan Twins Warehouse sign was also on. Music thrummed through the sound system, speakers hidden everywhere, white to match the walls. Everyone was dressed to the nines so you felt a little better about your choice of outfit. You’d really gone all-out, but so had everyone else. You breathed a quiet sigh of relief as the three of you made your way over to the alcohol.

‘I won’t be so nervous if I have a drink in me…’ you thought to yourself, pouring a pretty generous portion of alcohol into your cup. Not enough to make you sick, but enough to take the edge off. You knew your limits.

You bit the edge of the cup as you held it to your lips, your eyes scanning the crowd for a sign of the twins, of Grayson. You held your breath, your hand shaking a little as you caught sight of Ethan, taking a shot and laughing with some friends. Okay, so they were here. But where was –


You whirled around when you heard that voice you’d learned to love. Grayson smiled down at you. He towered over you, even when you wore heels. He had on a black button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark wash jeans.

“You look amazing,” he said, eyeing you up and down. You smiled apprehensively.

“Thanks. You clean up nice yourself. Happy birthday.” You held your arms up, offering him a hug. He gladly took it, wrapping both his arms around your waist as yours twisted around his neck. He picked you up and you couldn’t contain a giggle as he held you tight in his arms. It felt right. You belonged there.

He didn’t let go of you when he put you back down on the ground, and neither did you. Your embrace lingered for a moment or two before he drew back, but not completely. He kept both of his hands on your hips. Your own hands rested on his chest, just below his shoulders as he spoke.

“I should probably try and say hello to everyone before they come look for me…” he said, sounding a little sour about it. You nodded and he winked at you. “I’ll come find you when I’m done,” he promised before he started toward the crowd. You picked up the drink you’d placed on the edge of the table and chewed on the edge of the cup again. This whole event was wearing on your nerves. You’d never planned out anything like this before. If you had kissed someone or slept with someone, it had come naturally. Everything happened in the moment.

But the two of you knew something was going to happen tonight and it made your stomach churn. What if he didn’t like the way you looked? Or kissed? Or…

‘Oh Lord…’ you thought, downing a large swig of the alcohol. You finished it quickly, pitching the cup and heading into the crowd to look for Leena and Danielle.

After a fair amount of searching - there had to have been at least 200 people at this party - you found them, dancing with a pair of cute boys. You shook your head as the two of them realized you were in distress and pulled you aside. You paced in a corner as they both folded their arms over their chests to listen to your worries.

“You guys, I can’t do this. I’m so nervous. What if I’m not what he expects? Or what he wants? What if -” Leena held up a hand to silence me.

“I’m gonna stop you RIGHT THERE,” she started, Danielle nodding along, knowing the speech was coming. “You are FLAWLESS. You are A QUEEN. And if he doesn’t like you or can’t handle you, then fuck him. We find you a guy who can. You don’t change or alter yourself at all for him. You be yourself and if he doesn’t like it, he can walk. The two of us will have your back no matter what.” Danielle nodded and took my hand.

“But I don’t think that’s the case,” she added, looking to Leena before back to me. “Look, he wouldn’t stick around for more than half a year if he wasn’t seriously into you, and I don’t think one night filled with awkward tension is going to change that. If he was chasing you to sleep with you, I don’t think he would’ve waited this long. There are plenty of girls banging down his door. But he wants you. You have to remember that.”

You ran your hand through your hair and took a deep breath, your stomach settling. You nodded as the two of them looked back at you with confident smiles.

“You’re a queen. Remember that. Maybe have one more cup of liquid courage and make it happen!” Danielle squeaked excitedly, bouncing a little and the three of us laughed. You went back to the alcohol and each fixed yourselves a drink. You only had half a drink because you could start to feel the first one taking effect.

Your best friends’ words rang through your head and the more you thought about it, the more confident you felt. You were a queen. You were hot as hell. And most importantly, you weren’t going to be intimidated by anyone. You felt a little better, standing taller, feeling the confidence starting to course through your veins.

As you finished your drink, feeling well enough to have another, you turned to reach for a bottle, and saw a familiar face, making you freeze. The Paul Brothers were smirking at you from the other side of the table. You rolled your eyes, still feeling self-empowered as the song on the speakers changed to buy me diamonds by Bea Miller and you couldn’t help but smile as you poured a drink, walking away from the table.

You found Danielle and Leena again and decided to dance with them as you waited for Grayson to come back. It was a party and this was definitely your squad’s song and you were determined to have a good time now, relaxing as the liquor made it’s way to your brain. The three of you danced along to the music, laughing and singing along to the words. You definitely all drew male attention toward you, some of it unwanted.

Logan made his way through the crowd and stepped up behind you, trying to put his hands on your hips and dance with you. You pulled away from him, but he kept pawing at you, trying to pull you back against him. There wasn’t much room to put space between you as the crowd was so pushed together, dancing under the lights. The music was too loud for anyone but Leena and Danielle to realize you were yelling at him.

“Stop touching me!” You shouted, shoving him away from you, taking a step back and handing your drink to Danielle, ready to cuss him out, but someone else beat you to it.

“What part of ‘no’ do you not get, dude? She’s not into you. She moved on. Get over it.” Grayson was standing between the two of you. The music had paused and the crowd had stopped once the two boys faced each other.

“Yeah? Who’d she replace me with, Dolan? You?” Logan folded his arms over his chest and drew faint laughter from the crowd. Grayson just smirked.

“And isn’t that sad for you?” He said. The crowd “oooh”ed, and you started to get nervous, knowing neither of the Paul Brothers were above throwing the first punch.

“Nobody invited you guys, so why don’t you just leave? She doesn’t want you here and Ethan and I sure as shit don’t want you here.” You could see Logan’s eyes flash and his arm swing out and you opened your mouth to yell, but Grayson caught his fist and twisted his arm, bringing Logan to his knees.

“Okay, that’s fine. We can do this the hard way. E!” In a flash, Ethan was beside his twin, and the two of them dragged the offending brothers to the garage door, tossing them outside. Once the door was closed again, Ethan put his arms up and yelled.

“PARTY ON PEOPLE!” The entire party roared with cheers and applause as the twins made their way triumphantly through the thick of the masses.

You quickly found Grayson again. You smiled up at him, biting your lip.

“Remind me to find a recording of that later,” you said, tucking your hands into the pockets of your skirt. Grayson chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Yeah, I bet it’ll be all over Twitter tomorrow…” he said, sounding a little forlorn. You shrugged, reaching out for his other hand, the booze emboldening you.

“Who cares? It’s your birthday. Let’s have fun. Come dance with me.” He smiled at you and laced his fingers with you as you pulled him back toward your friends. Someone had restarted the song, and Grayson stood behind you, your back against his chest as his hands gripped your hips, you grinding against him as the music played.

Song after song played, and he never left your side, his fingers digging into your hips as  he held you close to him. You felt euphoric. The alcohol had done it’s job and you had a glorious buzz spinning around your head. As the song changed again, Grayson tugged at your hand and pulled you back through the crowd, to the back of the warehouse where the editing room was. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it. Most of the sound from the warehouse was blocked out now. He sighed and rested his head against the door.

“You okay, bup?” You stepped closer to him, reaching up to feel his forehead. He nodded, taking your hand in his and holding it against his cheek.

“Yeah. I just wanted a break from the crowd - from everyone else but you.” You could feel a blush bloom on your cheeks. He pulled you closer to him, releasing your hand only to wrap an arm around your waist, drawing you in.

“I never actually thanked you for telling off Logan…” you mused, looking up at him.

“You don’t have to,” he replied quickly, pushing a lock of hair out of your eyes.

“Yeah but you didn’t have to do that for me.”

“(Y/N), there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you,” he said, his voice low. He wasn’t drunk but he had “partaken” just like you had.

The sentence made you pause and look into his eyes. They weren’t clouded over with lust or demand, they weren’t distracted or wandering your body. His eyes were locked on yours, searching you, wanting to know you more. Your heart was in your mouth as you smiled at him.

“Oops?” He said with a smile and the two of you laughed. “I’m serious though. Everyone’s been trying to convince me that I shouldn’t be hanging out with you - that I’m just chasing you to get laid.” You held your breath as he spoke.

“But they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. They don’t know how I feel about you. They don’t know how seeing you smile makes me feel like I could run a marathon. They don’t understand that hearing you laugh at one of my stupid-ass jokes makes me feel like I can’t breathe for a minute…” Your head was reeling as he confessed himself to you. But you had to be sure. You had to hear it.

“Grayson, what are you saying?” You questioned him, and he smiled at you.

“Somewhere between ‘non-dates’ and holding your hand and making sure you got home safe and flirting with you…” he shook his head, and you could see him start to turn red. He let out an anguished sound and shrugged. “(Y/N), I fell in love with you…”

You would’ve cried if you weren’t drunk. So instead, you pulled him down to you by the back of his neck, landing your mouth on his in a fierce, hungry kiss. He was surprised, but after a moment, he reciprocated, kissing you back eagerly. You opened your mouth, your tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth, and he let out a gasp of surprise, his hand at the back of your head, holding you against his lips.

The kiss dwindled down after a moment or two, the passion leaking out through your lips. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. You looked up at him, doing the same.

“I love you, Grayson. I love you so much. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. It actually hurts me sometimes. It hurt not to be able to touch you or kiss you or tell you what I felt. I wanted to show you…” You poured your heart out to him, gripping the back of his neck desperately, clinging to him.

“Then tell me now,” he begged. His voice was low and gravely, raspy. He ran a hand through your hair and rested his hand at the back of your head again. “Show me.”

You looked into his eyes for only a moment before he attacked your mouth with breath-taking kisses again. He pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth, growling low in his throat. It made you shudder in his arms. He pulled out his phone and sending a text message as you watched, raising an eyebrow, confused but amused.

“Grayson, what’re you doing?” He grinned at you, tossing his phone onto a desk.

“I told Ethan to turn up the music,” he said mischievously. You smiled as his hands slipped down your waist, over your ass to the back of your thighs. He whispered against your lips.


And you did.

He gripped your thighs as you wound your legs around his waist and he spun you around and pinned you against the door, his mouth at your throat with your head tilted back. You reached up and pulled the blinds down, blocking any outside view into the room. He looked up when he heard the noise of them falling down, and looked back at you, smirking.

He slid his hands under your top and easily lifted it over your head, tossing it aside. His mouth moved from your neck to your shoulder to your collar bone. He bit down on it, leaving a red mark, and you cried out in pleasure. You felt him smile against your skin as he leaned back up to whisper in your ear.

“I want you to be as loud for me as you can,” he said, his hands moving up your ribs to your chest, unlacing your backless bra. You tried not to let your chest heave under his fingers as he looked from his hands to your eyes. “Don’t hold back…”

You nodded as he pulled the garment off you and tossed it somewhere near where your top probably was. He put his palm flat on your back and dipped his mouth to your chest, teasing you, leaving gentle, chaste kisses in his wake. You whimpered and bit your lip and he took your nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, making you gasp.

He smirked until you put your feet back on the ground, your eyes locked on his as you unbuttoned his shirt, slowly - painfully slowly. Once you’d popped every button open, you slid your hands up his hard, chiseled form, taking in his skin as you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind you. The two of you lingered, staring at each other before you both kicked off your shoes and he sat you down on the couch, pulling you into his lap. You straddled him, feeling how hard he was already against you.

He started to nip and bite and lick and kiss your other shoulder, leaving hickeys in his wake. You moaned out loud as his hands wandered down your back, sitting at your hips. He gripped them tightly and pushed you down onto him, which only made you moan louder.

“That’s it, baby. Moan for me,” he whispered against your neck and you rolled your hips into his, causing him to groan and hiss, biting your skin. You gripped his chin and brought his gaze to meet yours.

“If I’m moaning, I want you moaning too,” you said, your voice a hushed tone. He smirked.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he replied before silencing you with a kiss.

And it went on. You would grind against him every time he tried to bite you or leave a mark, teasing him mercilessly. He would gasp and moan and groan, making delicious sounds only encouraging you. You pushed your hips into his one last time and he growled again, pushing you back on the couch, leaning over you. He knelt between your legs, pinning you down.

“You like teasing me?” He asked, his tone still low and harsh. You smirked and he mirrored you. “Let’s see if you can handle it.”

His hand trailed from your ribs, down your stomach to rest at your hip bones. He’d pulled your skirt off a while back, leaving you in just your little black lace boyshort underwear. His thumb stroked over your hip bone and for some reason, it drove you wild. You bucked your hips up as he leaned down to bite your neck, his tongue dipping against your skin after a moment or two.

“Grayson…” you breathed, your hand tangling in his hair. He leaned his head up to your ear.

“I’m gonna torture you babygirl…” he said, slipping his hand into the front of your panties, his hand hovering over your core. You bit your lip and moaned, closing your eyes. His middle finger pressed gently against your clit and you gasped, gripping his shoulder with one hand.

He grinned as his finger started to move in slow, steady circles. You let out a long, loud groan, your head thrown back. His slow movements really did torture you, and you knew he was loving listening to you, watching you. You bit your lip and let out a quiet whimpering noise, wordlessly begging him for more.

“You like that baby?” He asked. You nodded eagerly before he stopped, and you held your breath. “How about this?” He asked before you felt his middle finger sink into you slowly. Your jaw dropped open and you moaned louder than you had all night.

“That’s right, kitten, moan for me. Let everyone know,” his finger curled up inside you as he stroked your g-spot expertly. You nearly jumped out of your skin, panting and moaning and rolling your body against his. “God, (Y/N), you’re so wet for me already.”

“Grayson, please…” you asked, begged, pleaded. You had to have more of him.

“Tell me what you want, (Y/N),” he commanded as you writhed underneath him. He added a second finger into you, making your eyes roll back into your head.

“I need you,” you moaned, clawing at his back, surely leaving deep red scratches.

“What do you need me to do?” He asked. You couldn’t help but smirk as he pressed you. You opened your eyes to see him staring down at you.

“I need you to fuck me,” you said, and his eyes seemed to turn black with desire. He pulled your panties down and chuckled them across the room. He made quick work of his jeans and boxers, taking his place between your legs again. You were surprised at how big he was.

He lined himself up with your entrance before looking back to you.

“Ready?” He asked. You nodded earnestly, and he sunk himself into you slowly, the two of you groaning and gripping each other, trying not to explode right then.

“Oh, fuck. Grayson, you’re so big,” you said, gripping him by the scruff of the neck. He bit his lip until he was entirely inside you, leaning down to kiss you sweetly as you adjusted to his size.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he muttered against your lips. You smiled and kissed him quickly.

“I love you, Grayson,” you responded, pushing his hair off his forehead. You could feel him twitching inside you, desperate to move.

“How do you want it, baby?” he asked, trailing kisses across your shoulders. You made him look at you.

“Hard. Fast. Fuck me, Grayson,” your voice was full of lust and desire, and you didn’t have to tell him twice as he began to move his hips. He started slow, building up speed, but the quicker his hips moved, the harder he pounded into you. You moaned his name over and over like a mantra, praying for release.

“That’s it, babygirl, say my name.” So you did. You moaned and sighed in the shape of his name as he drove the two of you closer and closer to oblivion. His right hand dropped to your hips and he began to rub focused circles against your clit with his thumb. You cried out as you had earlier.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Grayson, don’t stop,” you pleaded and he did as you asked, only picking up pace and fucking you harder. Your head clouded and you were completely engulfed in the pleasure he was giving you. You were so close and he was only pushing you further into climax.

Your body arched and shook underneath his ministrations. Each touch he provided only made you moan, made you wetter, pushed you closer. Grayson flipped the two of you over, so you were sitting in his lap, straddling him again, riding him. You bounced in his lap and he held your hips so tight that there were sure to be bruises in the morning. You rolled your hips into his, sliding along his length easily, and his head fell back against the back of the couch.

His hands moved from your hips to your ass and he gripped it tightly as he helped your hips keep up pace, making both of you gasp in pleasure. 

You were getting close and you knew he was too. You moved quicker, and he dug is fingers deeper into your skin, his nails nearly breaking your skin. You leaned down to kiss his neck, leaving angry red and purple marks, biting and licking his skin, tasting him, wanting to take in as much of him as possible. He practically roared when you bit him, and he pushed you back down onto the couch, doubling his speed and force.

You let out a moan to match, nearly screaming his name. He again reached down to rub your clit in frantic circles, making your back arch.

“Grayson, I-I’m so close…” you breathed, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

“Cum for me, (Y/N),” he ordered. His voice was so deep that it vibrated through you, and you unraveled in his hands, clenching around his cock as the two of you cried out. He came tumbling after, shouting your name and gripping a handful of your hair carefully. He kept pushing until he couldn’t anymore and he collapsed on top of you, the two of you panting and gasping for breath. You wrapped an arm around him, keeping him on top of you.

He pulled a blanket from the chair nearby and laid next to you, pulling you into his chest. You hardly protested as he wrapped it around the two of you, then wrapping his arms around you under the blanket. You smiled as you looked up at him.

“I really do love you,” he said, stroking your hair. Your smile widened.

“I know. I love you too. Happy birthday.” He chuckled and put an arm behind his head, smirking broadly.

“No kidding, happy birthday to me.”

BTS Reacting to Their S/O Constantly Mooning Them

Request: BTS reacting to their s/o constantly mooning them when theyre alone
Note: I’m going to sort of change it a bit to their s/o always taking off their clothes when their alone together. Just cause idk if you just mean butt or?? 

Jin (Seokjin)

Jin would nag his s/o constantly about thier habit since he would be super paranoid the other members or somebody random would see. He wouldn’t undress with them but would probably wrap his love up in a blanket or one of his shirts and pull them in for cuddles. 

 Ya, you’re so beautiful and I love seeing you like this, but Jagi please. Be careful. I don’t want to have to punish you. 

Suga (Yoongi) 

 Yoongi would be a little startled at first, his eyes widening in surprise. Even if he was a little flustered, Suga would play it off really cool. He would carefully check to make sure no one was around before openly admiring his love. After his initial surprise, his partner immediately stripping would be his new favourite thing. 

*a few minutes after you two are alone together* Ya Jagi, what’s going on? You still have all your clothes on. Its just me, get comfortable. 

Rap Monster (Namjoon)

Namjoon’s reaction would be so funny. The first time his s/o stripped Namjoon would be a little shocked, but immediately his eyes would get really dark and fill with lust. RapMon would be down, so down. I feel naked is his aesthetic. 

Ahhh, you tempt me Jagi. You are the sexiest little thing. Get over here.

Jhope (Hoseok) 

Jhope would be really chill about it after awhile but at first he would probably be one of the most surprised and distressed members. He would immediately try to cover up his s/o and would scold them for being so wild. After he realized that it was just for his eyes only, he would absolutely love it. Hobi would like the idea that it was a private thing between them two and would definitely follow suit.

You are the most gorgeous thing to ever grave the earth. I am so in love with you. How did I get this lucky? 


Jimin would be the shyest member, his cheeks instantly reddening the first time his s/o stripped. He would be distracted the extreme, initially trying to play it cool and act like his love wasn’t completely naked. Jiminie would be adorable unable to stop his eyes from roaming over his partners body. Jimin would be really gentle and try to cover his s/o every time. I don’t think Jimin would ever really get used to it.

*coughs* umm…jagi. So…uh…Jagi, so do you want uhh…I CANT DO THIS. Y/N i cant think when you’re sitting there like that. 

Taehyung (V)

Taehyung would turn bright red at first. He would be so surprised but then he would love it. Dropping his own clothes TaeTae would probably dance around the room with his love, laughing and smiling at how fun it was to be this comfortable with his s/o. Tae would find the whole thing so fun. 

 YAH JAGI, what a good idea! You’re the cutest. Naked dance party? Woaawww your so pretty like this Y/N. 


Depending on how long Kookie has been in a relationship with his s/o, it may be surprising but I think Kookie would barely be phased. If he was really comfortable with his s/o he would probably find it extremely sexy right away. Jungkook would play along after making sure none of his hyungs were anywhere near. 

Shall I be naked too Jagi? But if we’re both naked I can think of different things for us to do together. What do you think Y/N? 

A Man at the Bar

Title: A Man at the Bar

Pairing(s): Dark x Fem!reader

Request: noope

Warning(s): SMUT! (and some cursing)

Summary: Who’s the mysterious guy from across the bar? What happens when he lets you know exactly what’s on his mind?

A/N: sorry for the delay on this doods! I hope it doesn’t feel rushed or anything like that! Enjoy!! <3


He looks at you from across the room, the sickly atmospheres the bar melts away with his gaze. You lock eyes and can immediately feel heat pool in your stomach. He licks his lips as he looks you up and down, drinking in your form. He stalks toward you, giving a sly grin.

“Hey there gorgeous, I’m sure you get this a lot, but your probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiles a little to reveal slightly pointed teeth beyond his lips.

“Is that so?” You say teasingly

“I don’t think I could explain it, you should let me show you doll. I’ll let you know just how sexy you are to me.” He purrs into your ear and takes you by the hand. You follow him, almost as if you’re in a trance or under some kind of spell.

He enters a back room with you in tow behind him. “Y/N” you say to him.

“What’s that love?” He asks

“My name, it’s Y/N.” you stutter

“A beautiful name for a beautiful gal, you can call me Dark.” His voice seems to pitch down a bit at his own name, making it sound borderline sinful.

The moment you’re behind closed doors Dark is shoving you against a wall, ravaging your lips. Your hands travel to his neck, soon tangling themselves in his hair. He bites down on your lip as he pulls away, eliciting a small squeak from you.

Dark chuckles to himself as he feels your pulse quicken, sliding his hand slowly from your neck and toward your stomach. You reach down, palming him through his jeans, he quietly mutters curses under his breath.

His fingers dip below the waistband of your jeans, your breath catches in your throat as you can feel calloused fingers work their way toward your heat. His finger brushes your clit, causing you to let a gasp escape from your lips. He smirks as he pulls your jeans and panties down, getting a look at the way your thighs glisten with moisture.

“Excited doll?” He chuckles as a hand wraps around your throat and the other teases your folds. You bite your lip to keep from making any noise. He dips a finger into your core and starts pumping in and out of you slowly, his thumb putting a heavenly pressure on your clit. You shut your eyes and get lost in the sensation of his hands. “You like it when I choke you my pet? You like it when I make it hard for you to think?”

“Uh h-huh” you say breathlessly as he quickens his pace. You can feel yourself becoming close, just as your about to feel your release Dark removes his hands from your body. You whine at the lack of contact and heat.

You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels down toward your core, you can feel his hot breath on your skin. He looks up at you as he peppers hot kisses on the insides of your thighs, his hands gripping your hips as he works his way up toward your stomach.

He kisses around your core, you let out a whine. He kisses along the curves of your hip bones, pausing here and there to hip at the sensitive flesh. Leans in, kissing your folds while his hands threaten to leave marks on your hips.

He flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit, sending a wave of pleasure through you. He sucks on your clit as he moves a hand to tease your entrance. When you moan between breaths he smirks and picks up the pace with his fingers. Your knees get weak at the sight of the man below you, kneeling and fucking you relentlessly with his fingers and mouth.

He curls his fingers just right, hissing your g spot and causing you to cry out for the first time. The sound of your pleasure sends Dark into overdrive, he’s determined to make you forget your own name. He wants to make sure that every question he asks, you answer with “Dark.”

The pressure builds in your stomach, when you climax you shut your eyes. You swear you saw stars as your knees gave out, thighs shaking as Dark catches you before you hit the ground. He holds you close to his chest, running his hands through your hair.

“Baby, you need to come home with me tonight. There’s no way in hell any other guy is going to have your name on their lips in this bar.” He smiles as he helps you gather the discarded items of clothes around the room. You take his hand in yours as you walk out the front door, meeting the brisk air of the night.

Oswald x Reader- Sleeping Beauty (Rated M for super smut)

So the amazing, beautiful @oswald-cobblepot-addicted sent me a prompt and this is what happened! Please read the warnings on this as it may not be to everyone’s taste


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You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down,
You, you enchant me even when you’re not around,

If there, there are boundaries,

I will try to knock them down,

I’m latching on babe,

Now I know what I have found

summer love (◡‿◡✿)

Missing You [M]

Author’s Note: Just a little conversation I had one night with @seokjin-seng about Jin missing you something fierce while he was away, and I created this little drabble because of it.

Warnings: Slight choking, slight daddy kink, pet names

From the moment he stepped foot in the door, you could see it in the expression on his face; you could feel it in his bruising kiss, you could taste it on the tip of his tongue. Desire ran thick through the blood coursing through his veins, and he wanted nobody other than you in this moment.

He had missed you, god he had missed you.

“Let me show you just how much, Princess,” he whispered, his fingers trailing up your spine, smirking when he hears your breath hitch. The mild, calming scent of his shampoo fills your nose as he draws himself closer, having just taken a shower from having been drenched in sweat from being onstage; but the thrill and the buzz that tingled throughout his limbs was still going strong, and he needed to set it free.

And how else to do so but through worshiping you?

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Spa Treatment: An Ed One Shot

Are ya’ll ready for some sweet, caring Ed smut? After much waiting and anticipation it’s finally here! Thanks so much to everyone who encouraged me to do this. Seriously, I never dreamed of getting so many people requesting smut from me. I’m truly honored and hope it lives up to expectations. Without further ado (cos there’s been plenty) I present…well you read the title (can you tell I’m nervous?)


I glance at the clock and groan. I have a little over an hour to shower before meeting up with friends. When I had tried to politely turn down the invite, I was subtly reminded that going out when I didn’t want to was the exact reason I was happily in a relationship in the first place. I couldn’t really argue with that. I wasn’t sure when Ed would be home, so I figured I should at least start getting ready. I drag myself to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I hook my phone up to the speaker and strip as the water heated up.

Why I hadn’t gotten in sooner was beyond me because this was exactly what I needed. I could feel my stress start to melt away and go right down the drain. After about the third or fourth sing-along I heard the front door close and Ed voice calling out. After a minute I heard the bathroom door open and a rush of cooler air flood in.

“Would you care if I join you? I’d like to shower too and I know you’re not going to save me ANY hot water.”
I poke my head out of the shower to give a quick retort but the words died in my throat. He was in the middle of pulling off his jeans. I hear his belt hit the floor, the buckle dragging across the tile as he kicked them aside. He must have shed his shirt as soon he walked through the door. His hair was damp, I guess it was still raining. Half was plastered to his forehead while the other half had rebelled, curling up in an unrefined mess. He was the epitome of disheveled sexiness. Is my mouth open? Yep. mouth’s open. I slide the door close, darting back to where it was warm.

“How could I say no when you’re wet and cold?”

I hear him chuckle “So, I’ll get my way if I strip down?” I could picture his expression. His lips curling up in a smirk, one of his eyebrows raised in a teasing manner.
“Mmm, well it’ll definitely help your chances, but its not a guarantee.” But it almost is and he’s just too much of an gentleman to use it.

He slides the door open and feel the cold air pour in with him. I shiver and crowd a little closer. He must have noticed, since he leaned down and added a little more hot water before turning around. He stood there for a moment, letting the water run down his body. I take the moment to admire the view, watching the water run over the cacophony of colors that covered his torso. It’s something I’ll never get tired of seeing. I could spend hours in bed studying every inch of that vibrant torso.

He tilted his head back, running his fingers through his hair. He peered at me with one eye almost hidden by his hair, with a little smirk. Singlehandly one of the sexiest things I have ever witnessed and he most definitely knew it. There used to be a time where he’d get self conscious about it, but now he revels in it. He never ceases to amaze me, with just the simplest things. Whether it’s the way he rubs his eyes when he starts to get tired or the way his face lights up with the first bite of a meal. It really is the little things.
“By the look of things, you’ve been in here a bit. You have a bad day?”

His question has pulled me out of my reverie. “Mmm, not a bad day really.” I sighed “Just long. I was glad to be home.”
He pulled me into a hug, one I gladly returned. I put my head on his shoulder and I felt his hand brush the back of my head. I really hadn’t realised just how exhausted I was until that moment. Or how much I really needed an embrace, specifically from him. I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head.

“Can I do something that might help?” I look up. “I can wash your hair,” My face must have said I’d rather you do anything else because he quickly added “If you don’t want me to, that’s fine. I just remember you saying you loved it when you get your hair brushed and I thought washing it might have the same effect.”

My heart melted. Seriously, how did I get so damn lucky? “Oh, No, sorry, I didn’t mean- It’s just, I’ve never had anyone ask to wash, well anything come to think of it.” It came out in a rush, trying to reassure him that it was fine.

It was his turn to look surprised. “Wait, really?” He let out a laugh, which caused me to grin. Just the little things. “Well, never mind that now. I’m going to have to fix that. I’m gonna give my lady the proper spa treatment she deserves.” He grabs the shampoo bottle and pours a ridiculous amount into his hand. I’m talking about overflowing handful and while I do have long hair, but this is utter overkill.

“Wait, Ed, you don’t need that mu-”

I’m cut off when he pours it all on my hair, tells me to turn around and lean my head back a little. I do as he says and soon his fingers are massaging my scalp and the amount of shampoo was soon forgotten. I hum in appreciation, closing my eyes and let everything else fall away. When he’s right, he’s right, this did feel amazing. Though, if this is going to be a reoccuring act, I’m going to have to teach him proper shampoo dispersion or I’m going to be buying a new bottle every week.

I tilt my head back a little more so I can look up at him as he works. He was wearing a content smile, humming softly as his fingers worked through my hair. He tsked, pushing my head back up. I had prepared myself some tugging and snagging since I knew how bad my hair liked to tangle, but it never came. He worked with a gentleness, stopping to work out every tangle he came across. Soon his fingers went from working the knots out of my hair to the ones in my neck and shoulders. A moan escaped my lips and he chuckled.

He gathered all my hair to one side of my neck and started placing a trail of kisses down the other. My eyes fly open. He knows that’s my weakness. All fight (and decency) leave my body once those lips touch my neck. Alright Sheeran, you wanna dance, lets dance. I turn and place my hands the on the sides of his head, intertwining my fingers in his wet locks, pulling him to me. He gladly accepts my invitation to come closer, his hands cupping my face before his lips brush against mine. Gently, but with a hint of need. There was never any lip crushing kisses with him. No tongue forced in, shoved down your throat. No, his was always gentle. Soft, but never hestitant. Slow, reassuring, filling you with need. No, nothing was ever rushed with Ed. His hands moved to the back of my head. His tongue grazing over my lips, outlining them before pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, applying light pressure.

I let my hands fall from his hair and glide down his back, enjoying the feel of his wet skin under my hands, before dropping them down to his ass. I give it a squeeze, reveling at how perfect it was. He pulls his lips away from mine.

“Oh, is that how It’s going to be?” There was a a smirk playing around his lips. His eyes glinting with, what I assumed was very dirty thoughts.

“That’s how it’s going to be.” I reply simply, returning the smirk with one of my own.

A truly sinful grin started spreading across his face. He twisted my hair around his hand and pulled my head back. He started nipping and sucking on my now easily accessible neck, his breath tickling my skin and causing goosebumps to raise on my flesh despite the warm water flooding down. His other hand gliding down, his fingers lightly grazing over my collar bone, all the way down to my breast. He rubbed his thumb around my nipple, teasing it until it hardened. He pulled it in between his finger and thumb, rolling it slowly applying just the right amount of pressure. All while still kissing his way up and down my neck. I feel my body arching toward him, my nails digging into his skin. I drag one hand away from his behind and trace his hip bone, lingering for a few moments before dragging them down his length. His fingers twitched, but he maintained the same steady rhythm.

I started gliding my hand up and down his shaft, gradually tightening my grip but, mantainting the same slow speed. I could feel his body tensing to my touch. I began to focus on just the head, my thumb running steady circles around the tip. I felt him moan against my neck. His breathing was the only thing that faultered. After a minute or so he lifts his head.

“No one likes a tease, love” He whispered in a husky voice, his lips brushing against my ear. The sound of his voice mixed with his breath tickling my neck and ear sent a wave of heat through my body.

“Mmm, You started it.” My voice a little breathless, but my hand never waivered, still rubbing circles around his head.

“I started it?” He scoffed, his eyebrows raised in mock shock. “I wasn’t the one over here moaning. You know, I love it when you moan. It drives me absolutely mad.” This sounded more like a revelation, rather than a statement. I hadn’t noticed that his other hand had let go of my hair until he was gently pushing me back against the shower wall. “I love seeing you come undone.” He added, slipping his fingers into me causing me to gasp. I let my hand fall, opting to grab ahold of his shoulders instead “I love seeing your skin flushed and your breathing ragged.” His thumb rubbing on my clit while his fingers steadily pumped in and out of me, in what I noticed was the same speed I had been using on him. Always attention to detail.

He smirked when he felt my grip tighten but still kept the same tantalizingly slow speed. Those gorgeous blue eyes keeping a steady gaze on my face. I wanted more, no I needed more and he knew it. He was dragging this out, soaking up every moan and gasp I made.

“I’m going to take my time.” His voice had dropped down to a low, tantalizing whisper. His fingers had stopped, but stayed inside. His focus had shifted exclusivily to my bundle of nerves. His thumb switching to circles, his speed increasing slightly causing me to squirm. “I’m going figure out every spot that makes you moan.” He twitched his middle finger, hitting a sensitive spot causing me cry out. A satified grin flashed across his face. “I’m going to find out how long it takes before you’re trembling.” He added pressure with his thumb in spontaneous intervals making me jump, moan and grab on to him even tighter. He’d curl his fingers inward every now and again for an added effect. “And I’m going to find out what makes you lose complete control.”

He had started kissing on my neck again, nipping and sucking his way down to my breast. He ran his tongue around my nipple, then flicked it across a few times before taking it into his mouth. He began sucking on it, running his teeth over it, using his tongue to massage it. I could feel him smile at the sound of me getting more worked up. I could feel the warmth starting to gather in the pit of my stomach and my legs had began to shake. My hands moved to his head, my fingers grasping his hair.

“Ed, Ed, please.” I had barely managed a whimper. Both his tongue and thumb worked in the same motion, faster now. His fingers working furiously, hitting just the right spots. He wasn’t just teasing me earlier, he really was doing exactly what he was saying. Figuring out every spot and what my reaction was to it. He put his new found knowledge to the test and soon it felt like someone had replaced my blood with lava. The heat building up, threatening to spill over. Sensing I was close, he switched his rhythm from circles to a quick back and forth, paired with his teeth holding my nipple in place while his tongue just flicked back and forth. Adding the hot water beating down on me was almost too much for me to handle.

He pulled his mouth away from my breast putting his lips by my ear. “Come for me love. ”

The heat spilt out, spreading out to my extremities, causing me to see white. I closed my eyes, my hands closing into fists in his hair desperately trying to find something, anything to keep me grounded. In that moment nothing else existed, I was floating away, carried off by a wave of pleasure. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour. Time meant nothing. I felt his lips press against mine, bringing everything back into focus. I felt his arms around me, holding me close to him. I hadn’t even noticed he was holding me up. I open my eyes, greeted by a very pleased looking Ed. Another sight I would never get sick of seeing.

He brushed some stray strands of hair that had stuck to my face, his other arm still wrapped around me. “So, how did you like your first spa treatment?” That smirk creeping across his face again.

“Hmm” I tap my chin in mock thought, yet unable to hide the smile that had crept across my face “Well, I was definitely satisfied, but I won’t be recommending this spa to my friends. I think I’ll keeping this all for myself. Though I do feel bad about this being an one sided treatment”

He smiled “This is an exclusive spa love. You’re the only one that has a membership. And don’t feel bad. Keeping score is no way to run things. No ‘You owe me a shag at a later date of my choosing.’ Your pleasure is my pleasure. ” He tapped my nose with a wink causing me to laugh. How he could go from dripping with sex appeal to being an loveable goof was, in short, amazing.

It really is the little things

I reach up to feel that most of the shampoo had been washed away. Which was a good thing since the water temperature was dropping fast. “Lets hurry and get cleaned up so we can get out and warm up before we head out.”

Ed planted a kiss to my forehead. “Yeah, we sorta forgot why we were in here in the first place.”

After a night of dinner, drinks, and friendly debates, we call it a night and make our way back home. I crawl into bed, completely exhausted. I hadn’t drank near as much as everyone else but after the, as Ed put it, spa treatment I was ready for a warm bed. Ed climbed in beside me and I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me toward him. His fingers toying with a strand of my hair.

“Hey, Ed?”

“Mmm?” I could tell by the way he responded he was just as tired as I was.

“Can we have another spa day? For both of us?”

I hear a sleepy chuckle. “We can have as many as you want. We’ve nothing but time.” His words were slightly slurred, his tongue heavy with sleep. His fingers still playing with my hair, helping me wind down. Warm and content, I drifted off to sleep. His hand still in my hair.

It’s the little things


Take the Lead (EoWells x Reader)

Rating: M (smut)

Summary: After mentioning how dominant your boyfriend is in bed to your friends, they suggest you should switch things up a bit… And you just might take their advice.

This is so embarrassing.

I should’ve kept this to myself.

After each of your friends finishes going around the table confessing in-the-bedroom secrets (because like hell you could talk to your Team Flash friends/co-workers about this kind of stuff), it was your turn. All they know about your dating life is that you’re with a man named Harrison, but you have neither confirmed nor denied their inquiries as to whether he’s Central City’s very own Harrison Wells.

Because this was a tricky question to answer.

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Night of Champions

Summary: Interracial Foursome Finn Balor/TJ Perkins/Dean Ambrose/Riley Styles(OCC)[Original character of color, She’s black]. Riley Styles has been the most dominant female superstar since she debuted after Wrestlemania 32. She was considered to be the hottest female superstar but due to constant teasing, she doesn’t believe it. After Clash of Champions, Sasha and Charlotte drags her to the after party to celebrate but instead, Dean, Finn, and TJ convinces her to have an after party of their own back at the hotel.

Warnings: Smut, Language, A little Angst, Fluff

Notes: What up? It’s Jessie. Yeah, sorry it took me so long to post this story. I was almost done with when my fucking computer died so i had to start over. But anyway, enjoy! Happy new years! And I’m sorry if it’s terrible.

Tag List: @fioportella @skyrina @na-nou83 @thelegitgingerninja @nickysmum1909 @thatonegirloncealways @laigy2213

“Oh, look! It’s the resident dwarf! Hey, Riley!” 

I rolled my eyes as I put on my jacket in Gorilla, waiting for the tech guy to hit my music for my match. I was going up against Bayley, Sasha, And Charlotte in a fatal four way match for the raw women’s championship. And I wasn’t finna let Charlotte’s rabid chihuahua’s words get in my way of greatness.

“Look, Dana. Why don’t you go find your owner and be a good girl and let professionals focus on more important things?” I said, patting her head like she does.

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She smacks my hand away. “I don’t know why you bother trying to be champion. No one wants a burnt soccer ball like you as the face of anything.” she said before walking away.

I wanted to be hurt about it because it was the whole reason why my ex-boyfriend broke up with me two mouths ago, saying I wouldn’t amount to anything in the Wwe because of my skin tone. It kind of broke me but it also motivated me to take that championship. 

Before I could get deep inside my head, I heard the beginning chords of Kevin Rudolf’s “In The City” play. I straighten my jacket and looked down at my attire before going through the curtain.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the raw women’s championship. Introducing the challenger, first, from The Queen City, Riley Styles!” 

“Natural Selection from Charlotte to Bayley!” Cole said.

“That’s it. The queen retains again.” Graves said.

“Wait a minute! Legacy’s End from Styles! For the cover!” Bryon said




“Here’s your winner and the NEW raw women’s champion, Riley Styles!”

Ever the opportunist, many superstars have called me. Tonight was no different. I waited for Charlotte to go for his bread and butter, Natural Selection because I knew she unintentionally line herself up for Legacy’s End. (Shinsuke’s Kinshasa)

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I threw my championship over my shoulder as I walked through the curtain. As I was congratulated by my colleagues, I went to my locker room only to find my suitcase had been rummaged through. I looked through it to find my black dress and red heels are gone. There’s a note in there as well.

‘Why does a troll like you have a dress like this if you never gonna use it? It would do you no justice. So I’ll gladly take it off your hands and put it to better use at tonight’s after party. Wish me luck.’

“For someone who hates everything about me, she sure wants everything I have.” I said, packing my stuff up.

I headed for the parking lot and put my things into the trunk of my challenger rental and drove to the hotel. 

“I’m sorry, Ms. Styles. There’s no rooms available.” The receptionist said.

“Really? Okay, thank y-.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The new raw women’s champion doesn’t have a room?” I turned around to see Ric Flair behind me.


“It sure is. What’s this bs of the wrestling goddess not getting a room?”

“It’s true, sir. We have no more rooms.” The receptionist said.

“I’ll tell you what. Since you’re championship getting, legacy ending, and “L” giving, you can also be penthouse suite living as well.” he said.

“Wait, you’re -.”

“Sweet pea, put the reservation of the penthouse suite under Styles instead of Flair.” he said to the receptionist.

“Of course, sir.” she said .

“Enjoy your stay, Ms. Styles.” he said, giving me the key.

I hugged him. “Thanks, Ric.”

“No problem.” he walked away to the exit.

I went to the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse suite. I walked in and my jaw dropped at the sight of the suite.

“Goddamn. Thank you, Ric Flair.” I walked further into the penthouse, looking for the bedroom.


“The view from here is awesome.”

While I watched the view from the bedroom, I heard my phone ringing.


“Hey, Ms. Champ. You’re coming to the after party to celebrate your first championship win?” I heard Sasha ask through the phone.

“Nope. Not in the mood to entertain drunk idiots bullshit tonight.”

That’s a lie. I didn’t want to deal with Dana’s shit anymore. But of course I couldn’t tell Sasha that for the sake of my ego that took up two area codes.

“Really? Or you don’t want to entertain Dana’s bullshit tonight?” she said.


“Look, Riley. I don’t know what she said or done to make you not want to go but you’re going and that’s that.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’d like to see you try, Banks.”

“Challenge accepted, Styles.”  She hung up.

What she up to?

I shrugged and gathered my things for a shower. After I showered, I put a towel around me and entered the bedroom.

“What the fuck?!” I screamed. I walked in the room not only finding Sasha in my suitcase but Charlotte in my makeup bag.

“What? Did you really think that I wasn’t finna let you challenge me and I wouldn’t do anything about it?” Sasha said.

“Besides, It’s your first championship win and I want to see you drunk off your ass.” Charlotte said.

I shook my head. “Okay, first off, I ain’t a lightweight. It’ll take a year of straight drinking before I can get drunk off my ass. Second of all, no. I don’t want to go.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll embarrass yourself?” Charlotte said.

“No. I’m Riley Styles. The wrestling goddess. I don’t get embarrassed.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then you have no excuse of not going.” Sasha said, shoving the outfit she picked out for me in my hands.

“15 minutes, your highness.” Charlotte said, handing me the makeup she picked and shoved me back into the bathroom. 

After 20 minutes, I put on the makeup and the dress that was given to me. 

Sasha knocked on the door, “Come on, You royalty. I’d like to be at the party before it ends.”

I walked out the bathroom, twirling around. 

“There is a such thing as fashionably late.”

“Well, damn, Riley. I don’t think everyone’s ready for this much, this much-.” she began to said.

“Nope, we’re going. If I can render you speechless, I can silence a whole party.” I said, grabbing my purse and keys.

“Let’s go then, bitches!” Charlotte said, going out the door.

After a few minutes, we arrived at the party. I showed the bouncer my ID and I walked in. Just as I attempted to sneak to the bar, I heard Enzo say,

“Damn, Riley! That you, mama?”

I cheesed as I played with my hair.

“Yeah, it’s me, ‘Zo.”

“Let me buy you a drink.” he said.

“No, I’ll think I’ll take it from here, Enzo.” I turned around and saw TJ.

Enzo shrugged, “Do ya thang, Perkins.”

I walked to the bar and sat down on a stool with perkins following suit.

“Beer and Chicago martini, please.” he ordered.

I raised my eyebrow at him. “Since when you know what i drink?”

“Since I’ve noticed a sexy thing like you.” he winked at me.

I gave a shy smile and looked down at the ground as the bartender placed our drinks in front of us.

“Well, you don’t look bad yourself.” I said, taking a sip of my drink.

“Riley, is that ya, lass?” I heard a Irish accent say.

“Yeah, Finn. It’s me. You look good, fella.” I flirted.

“Not as good as ya, Darlin’.”

“Here, sit down. Chat with us.” I said, pulling out a stool for him. 

He sat down and He, TJ, and I talked for a couple of minutes when I heard a commotion. 

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Dean! It’s obvious that you fell out of love with me! Let’s call it quits now before it gets out of hand.” Renee said, walking out of the party.

“Renee, wait!” he said. He sighed and hung his head when she didn’t stop. I asked for a beer and walked over to him.

“Hey, Dean. You all right?” I asked, handing him the beer.

He took it and took a sip. “No, Riley. Renee broke up with me.” he sighed.

I rubbed his back. “Oh, Dean. I’m so sorry. You want to talk about it?” 

“Yeah. But not here.” 

I nodded and went back to the bar to finish my drink.

“Where ye off ta, lass?” Finn asked, noticing I was about to leave.

“Dean going through a thing and wants me to take him back to the hotel.” 

“Hey, can we tag along? I’m a little concerned about him, too.” TJ perked up.

“If it’s cool with him.” 

We walked back over to Dean who looked when he realized I wasn’t alone.

“Hey, they wanted to come, too. Is that cool?” 

“Sure. The more the merrier to make me feel better.” he said.

He got up and walked to the parking lot with the rest of us. We all got into my car and we headed back to the hotel.

When we walked into the hotel, we got in the elevator, heading for my room. On the way up, TJ asked:

“So, why did Renee lose her shit the way she did?”

“TJ!” Finn said.

“Because of Riley.” Dean simply said.

I looked at him, Shocked. “Me?” I asked. “Why?”

Just as fast I could blink, Dean backed me up against the wall with his hand around my throat. He leaned forward, eyes growing to an almost black.

“Because you’re the sexiest little thing i ever saw. and I’m pretty sure Finn and TJ would agree.” he said, lips barely touching mine. 

I moaned. “Really?”

Finn stepped to the left side of Dean, eyes going dark as well.

“Really, Darlin’. Ah still to dis day wonder why ya still single.” 

Then TJ spoke up, “I mean, look at you.” He grabbed my hips sliding them up to my triple D breasts, squeezing. “The breasts, the hips, the ass on you, girl can drives any man crazy.”

I whimpered. “Well, why don’t you guys show me how much you want me?”

The elevator dinged, signalling that we reached the penthouse. Dean let go of her throat and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

TJ whistled, looking around the room. “Damn, penthouse suite? It’s like someone was hoping for you get fucked tonight.”

I shied away from the trio of guys into Dean’s neck who chuckled and set me down on the bed.

“As cute as that shy shit is, I want that sex goddess that you’re known for.” he said, grabbing my chin forcing me to look at him.

I shove him back and stood up. I turned my back to them as I grabbed the zipper on the back to slowly unzip it. Once I unzipped it, I shrugged it off my shoulders to reveal the lingerie beneath. 

“Fuck.” they growled simultaneously. I sat down on the bed, spreading my legs and rubbing my thighs.

“So, which one of you is gonna have me first?” 

Finn rolled up his sleeves much like TJ had and walked over towards me. He grabbed me by the hips and kissed me gentle but hard. I moaned as I fell back on the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist and tangled my hands in his hair. He flipped me over with me on top. He broke the kiss as he moved his hands to my breasts, squeezing lightly.

“Ye have da most perfect breasts Ah’ve ever seen, baby girl.” he said, sticking his face in between them. I whimpered when he put his hands under the cups of my bra, toying with my nipples.

“Not as perfect her round, fat ass.” TJ said, smacking my ass, groping it. I sat up and grabbed Finn’s shirt, ripping it open. I rubbed his abs, biting my lip.

“You guys are wearing way too many clothes. It’s not fair.” I said.

Dean laid down on the bed, taking me off of Finn. “Tell you what. While they get undressed, I can get you ready for the night of your life.” he said.

He pulled me up to his face, making me sit on it. He licked me from my hole to my clit then sucked it in his mouth. I moaned, throwing my head back and biting my lip so hard, I’m pretty sure I had a bruise. I began to ride his face. He pulled away and started using his fingers, moving at a rapid pace.

“Oh, shit, yes. Yes! Fuck my tight little pussy!” I moaned.

“Fuck.” I heard TJ say. I looked over to see him and Finn stroking their cocks. It made my mouth water. I clenched my walls around Dean’s fingers. 

“Mmm! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” I screamed, moving my hips faster.

Dean growled, feeling my walls squeeze his fingers. “Cum, baby doll. Let me taste you.” he said.

“Oh, fuck!” I came all over his fingers and face.

TJ grabbed my leg, pulling me onto his lap and flipped me over. He rubbed his condom covered cock against my pussy lips.

“I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you now.” he said. I eased down on his dick until he was fully sheathed inside my tight pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Damn, I think I’m addicted to this pussy already, Riley.” he said, moving his hips, hitting gently but deep.

“Oh. Oh…mmm. TJ. Faster.” I moaned. I grabbed his biceps as he picked up his pace a little bit. I felt someone grab my hair and turn it to the side. 

“Forgot about me, Darlin’?” Finn asked.


“No, what?”

“No, Daddy.”

He chuckled, putting his cock to my lip. “Suck.”

I took him in my mouth, adjusting my head to allow him to fuck my mouth. Dean pushed TJ and grabbed my breasts.

“This is a perfect rack, Riley. Kind of makes me wonder about about how they feel.” He said.

I pulled Finn out of my mouth and stroking him fast. “Why do you find out?” 

He straddled my chest, careful not to put pressure on me and sandwiched his dick in between my breasts. I grabbed my breasts to hold them in place. He started a quick pace, being so turned on already. I gagged as Finn began to move his hips, feeling his peak coming to a close.

“Fuck, baby girl.” Finn said, cumming in my mouth. I moaned as I tasted his essence on my tongue.

“Oh, shit! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I moaned, moving my hips faster.

TJ growled. “Then cum, Riley. Cum all over my cock, sweet girl.”

I screamed, arching my back as I reached my peak, squirting all over his dick.

Dean looked at me and move his hips faster.

“Ah, shit.” he groaned. “Shit, you gonna make me cum, Darlin’.”

I moved him off my chest and began to suck his cock, trying to bring him to release. I moaned at his taste.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” he roared, cumming in my mouth and on my lips. I scooped the rest of it and put it in my mouth.


He chuckled, pushing my hair back. “You’ll be the death of me.”

I giggled then moaned as TJ smacked my ass, forcing me to look at him.

“I’m not done with you, yet. I wanna see your face when I make you squirt again.” 

I squealed as he pulled me to the end of the bed by my legs. He guided his cock back into my wet hole, ramming into me. 

“Ahh, fuck! TJ! Yes!” I screamed, still sensitive from my last release. He put my legs on his shoulders, smacking my ass again.

“I’m sorry, who?” He said, grabbing my throat, pounding me harder.

I grabbed his wrist, my eyes fluttering at the pleasure. “Da-Daddy! Daddy!” I whimpered, feeling my orgasm approaching. “Fuck, I’m gonna squirt.”

“You’re gonna squirt? Huh?”




“Then do it, baby girl.”

My back arched and my toes curling as I stared him in the eyes, squirting once again for him.

He growled as he came, squirting rope after rope of his cum into the condom. He pulled out and laid down on the bed, pulling me with him in a cuddle. Finn and Dean chuckled.

“Ah take et ya’ve got ‘er?” Finn asked TJ.

TJ chuckled as well. “Yeah, I’ve got her.”

Dean walked over to us, kissing my forehead. “Thanks for clearing my head, Ri.” 

I smiled. “Anytime.”

TJ cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I mean, Anytime TJ lets me.”

Finn laughed.

“See ya tommorrow, Teej.”

TJ bides the guys goodbye as I snuggled my face into TJ’s chest, making him laugh.

“Comfortable?” he wrapped his arms around me. I nodded, earning another laugh from him. I yawned, wore out from the workout i received.

“Good night, TJ.”

“Night, Ri.”

The End!


Again, so sorry for the delay! Happy new years!


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anonymous asked:

Oh god, biting is my literal kink. Can we get a biting when you come concept??

Okay so like….

Lets say you do it without thinking about it. You’re having sex, and you’re cumming, and you just sink your teeth right into his shoulder. And he’s so shocked, he wasn’t expecting it. He lets out a little gasp that you barely even hear, because all you’re focused on is how good it feels. Especially when he cums shortly after you do.

But the minute you come down from your high, you release your teeth and notice the deep and red teeth marks in his skin. Your face goes red. “Harry… shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

And his eyes are half lidded and he can barely keep his head up while he’s gasping to get his breathing back to normal. “Wha’? For….?”

You nod towards his shoulder. “That.”

“What, your teeth? God baby, never apologize for that. That was the–” he lets out a little cough because he’s still out of breath “–the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.”

anonymous asked:

How about something where soldier 76 and his s/o go to a Halloween party and his s/o's costume is kind of revealing so they start getting a lot of attention from other guys and soldier 76 gets jealous. I love your writing btw!!!

Head canons about how soldier 76 confronts someone that is flirting with his fem s/o and making them visibly uncomfortable?

These two are kind of similar so I’m going to combine them. And thank you so much sweetie!

-76 really didn’t want to attend the Halloween party at first, because he felt like he was too old for them and just wanted to stay inside. But his s/o kept giving him the look that scares him so much that he agreed to it.

-They even made him wear a costume that looked pretty close to Michael Jackson’s outfit in Thriller, but it made his s/o happy so he wore it.

-Now his s/o a costume that was similar to his, but modified to be sexier and a little bit revealing. He thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and wanted to keep them inside with him. But they gave him the look so he had to go.

-At the party, they stuck together at first until they wanted to go dance. 76 didn’t want to dance, but he was fine with them dancing with their friends. He met them before and they were harmless.

-That’s when some guys started to notice his s/o and their costume and started to get closer than 76 was comfortable with. The first few left after they were rejected.

-But one guy was really stubborn and wouldn’t leave his s/o alone. When his s/o was starting to look uncomfortable, 76 started to make his way over there. Now when the guy grabbed his s/o’s arm, 76 was furious and he started stomping there faster.

-At 6′1′’, seeing 76 stomp towards anyone was terrifying. Seeing 76 stomping towards you was enough to make you shit yourself. So imagine the look of terror on the guys face when he noticed 76 making a beeline for him.

-76 knew his s/o was attractive, so he got jealous easily since he is quite a bit older. So the first thing he did was pull his s/o in for a long kiss and grabbed their ass in front of the guy to show him that they were his.

-When 76 pulled away from the kiss, he looked at the guy and sized him up before asking him if he needed anything. The guy knew that he couldn’t beat 76 in any way, so he stammered out a half assed excuse and scurried off.

-76′s s/o was amused by 76′s show of jealousy. They were also thankful at the same time because the guy would not leave them alone no matter what they said. So they gave 76 another kiss as a thank you and offered to go home so they could show him even more of their appreciation. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


I don’t know, I think sexiness is strange, it’s a thing you can’t really- it’s a strange thing to define… I always find… People say ‘what do I think is sexy?’ and I was… I don’t quite know… Um… I guess the sexiest thing in the world is… is- what I think, when I meet someone and… they seem like they are themselves. You know, be yourself… I guess.