and you sound drink

anonymous asked:

Pro tip: make a cup of hot chocolate with a little bit of melted butter mixed in. It's my step dad's recipe, it works miracles. Hope you feel better!

That sounds like a recipe of a delicious dessert drink oh man, I would try it but I don’t have any hot chocolate in stock :(

There is an Asian remedy I know were you boil Pepsi mix with a scoop of ginger in it. It sounds gross but it works lol

Hufflepuff Through The Seasons.

Summer: Waking up to golden light streaming through your barely closed curtains, the sound of birds chirping, nestling yourself deeper into the few white sheets that cover you. Enjoying the longer days in the sun, the warmth and the earthy smells. Spending hours playing silly, child-hood games with your friends or sitting on the front porch with a cat curled up on your lap. Sipping at chilled, lemon tea, and the sound of the soft chink of ice cubes against the glass. frantic water fights, tag-teaming against your other friends. Then watching as the last rays of sun sink beyond the horizon. The pink glow of the dusk filled clouds. Then finally settling back into bed, with a warm cup of tea and a book, while you listen to the cicadas through the open window. A light breeze sending you off to sleep.

Autumn: Waking up with a few more blankets piled on your bed, most fallen off from the still warm nights. The sun still starting to come up and the air slightly crisp. Mist laying on the distant hills.The sound of the kettle as you make tea, drinking it quietly in your warm bed. Sleeping a few extra hours, snuggling deep in your blankets. Walking through trees, laced with red, yellow and brown. Disturbing piles of freshly racked leaves, collecting a few rare beauties as you go. Stocking piling acorns like a squirrel for no reason, then feeling sad when you accidentally drop or lose one. Roasting chestnuts over an open fire. Watching as the days grow shorter and the trees deader in preparation for winter. Watching the rain pour down from the ledge near the window, nestling into a newly brought jumper. Indulging yourself in the seasonal treats. Trick or treating with your friends even though you know you’re already too old. Falling asleep under growing layers of blankets , to the feint sound of trickling rain.

Winter: Experiencing your first frost. Waking up colder than you wished. Burrowing deeper into your blankets to warm up. Eventually crawling up to make yourself a hot cup of tea while still being wrapped in every blanket you own. Feet crunching through frozen grass to get the mail. Puffing out balls of steam, pretending your a dragon. Watching as the snow begins to fall silently. Having brutal snow ball fights with friends and making snowmen and snow angels. Warming your feet up in front of the fire and drying your snow covered clothing. The sweet smell of steam in the warm air. The smell of wood smoke. Setting up the Christmas lights and the Christmas trees. Wrapping paper littering the floor. Smells wafting in from the extravagant Christmas feast. Waving your friends and family goodbye, feeling content. The sound of the kettle as you search for your long lost hot water bottle. Preparing for the cold night a head. Watching as the sun goes down early, the last blankets off snowing drifting peacefully. The dozens of blankets piled on your bed. Snuggling in deep, feeling like a badger or hedgehog. Falling asleep to the warmth of your hot water bottle.

Spring: Waking up to the fresh noise of bird song. Shoving off your blankets as the days get warmer. Snow melting and plant life is popping up everywhere. The fresh, crisp scent, like the morning after a storm. Yellow Daffodils nodding their heads in the soft breeze. Soft rain showers. Green everywhere. You pick bunches of Daffodils, and make daisy chains for all your friends. You watch as you cat turns another year older. You celebrate Easter with more chocolate than you need, feeling sick by the end of it. You watch as the days, once again, grow longer and warmer. You dance around, making dandelion wishes. Picking plums from trees and eating the sweet fruit. Making over sweet Jam with the leftover plums. Watching as sky lines appear more frequent in the deep blue sky. The silent droning of passing planes, that seem a life time away. watching as new born lambs learn to walk and prance around, giddy to explore. Feeling happy as the world feels reborn. Playing on an old chain swing, tied to a small oak. watching as the sun sets slowly. Prolonged, as if it is reluctant to see the new season’s first day die. You boil up a cup of tea and settle in bed, listening to another shower of spring rain. You sip at your tea, as your cat curls up on top of your covers. You fall asleep, dreaming for the next Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

anonymous asked:

PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

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More merch for me! I ordered some stuff by @aileine from Redbubble (a mug, a notebook, some stickers, a print, a pillow) and I’m the happiest bean rn because my Eruri-collection keeps growing and seriously…her stuff is amazing and looks awesome on the products *__*. The quality itself is also very good!

If only the Eruris themselves could keep away from my stuff =__=

They take couple-baths in my tea (til Erwin farts at least)…

…and they try to take glances at my notebook. Those fuckers.

the pull of the tides (m)

↳ surfer au

pairing: park jimin | reader
genre: fluff, light smut
word count: 12,513
description: The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too.
author’s note: i dedicate this to @workofteaguk ‘cuz look girl, it’s finally here! and i also dedicate this to @jamlessness because you told you have yet to write a jimin fic so i wrote one for the two of us! okay, and @wonhopes too because i subjected her to read over this thing kjddghsjdkh <3

also, bless this post for the inspiration!

Originally posted by lonastic


When you were young, you begged your parents to take you to see the beach. This was your family vacation suggestion every year. All because you wanted to feel the sand between your toes and slip between your fingers and to watch each grain land right back where it was meant to be. And much like those grains of sand falling away from you, those trips seems to go by, and eventually they ceased the older you got.

Since then, being a prime age of twenty now, you’ve long since yearned to return to the beach town you’ve come to know and love for more than its seaside views.

With school out for another few months and nothing but time to kill, you’re actually more than ecstatic to take up a summer job at Bang’s Snack Shack. It’s directly across from the shores, and the view is absolutely amazing. You can see the way the sun reflects against the waters when it’s high up in the sky and when it goes down. The rays of orange and yellows bounce off the blues in a pretty swirl with small dots of people enjoying the waves on long boards. Each of them practically floating as the blue hues carry them across the vicinity until they’re in the safe confines of the wading area.

You enjoy the sight of surfers though you’re definitely no surfer yourself. You just find their ability in skimming the waters on a long piece of polished and colored wood amazing, especially when they’re at the peak of the waves build-up, and suddenly they’re coming back to the sands with bright eyes and grins to match on their sun-kissed skins. There’s just something beautiful in their enamored states, and although you can never truly understand it, you’re happy to witness it with your own two eyes until a customer snaps you back to reality.

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MASTERLIST

OkaY i know this is super long overdue but I’ve finally sat down and done the much requested masterlist of my writing (how it is set up is the link of the story first and then a small little preview of it below it) (and the most recent ones are at the top). I’m only going to do the oneshots for now, I’ll save the blurbs for a rainy day, but here it is and I hope this is of use to y’all!

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  • Salem: These mortal drinks are inferior to the fine rich tastes of my realm. However, maybe I'll try a few sips....
  • *Several drinks later*
  • Mercury: Do you hear the sound of heelys?
  • *Salem bursts through the double doors holding two bottles of whiskey in her hands. She sees Mercury and jumps onto his back*
  • Salem: HI-HO, GUNBOOTS! AWAY!
  • Mercury: Gah! What th-
  • Salem: You there Em-Emerrr-Emma, I-I need you to order a thousand stakes!
  • Emerald: What for exactly, your highness?
  • Salem: To make a dress of course! I need something to wear when I take over the world!
  • York: All right, so for everything you have ever done you take a drink. We’ll go around the circle.
  • Wash: Sounds simple enough.
  • Connie: Can we have an example?
  • York: All right, so say if I were to say "Never have I ever been a bomb specialist", Connie would take a drink right? Cause she has. But it’s more exciting to do edgy ones.
  • North: Like if I were to say, I don’t know, "Never have I ever...eaten human flesh"?
  • York: Yes! You see now?
  • Florida: *takes a drink*
  • York: Oh, no, no, you drink if you *have* done it, Florida.
  • Florida: Oh, I understand.
Bloody and Bruised

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Requested?: Yes, it was!

Prompt: “Oh sorry I got so excited I didn’t think to read the tags.. I’m a ditz sometimes. Number 7 or 11 with Lafayette x reader then. Sorry! (11. I found you bloody and bruised in a strange alleyway, so far from home.)” (P.S. you’re not a ditz my friend)

Words: 1.6k+

A/N: so I was given a sentence for a drabble and this happened, haha. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about it but @secretschuylersister convinced me to post this so enjoy! 

Originally posted by hcwkeyes


You stepped out the back of the club for some fresh air. Being a bartender was hell when it was a Friday night and everyone in the city wanted to come to the “hottest club in the tri-state area”. You install a few blacklights and suddenly everyone is amazed that their white shirt glows in the dark. You rolled your eyes, pushing the loud, drunk customers to the back of your mind as you stretched. You froze when you heard a groan to your left. However, when you turned your head, nobody was there. You shrugged it off, leaning on the brick wall behind you when another groan came from the same direction.

“Help…me…” a voice croaked out.

You walked down the alley, pausing when you found a man laying in the middle of a pile of full trash bags.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You asked before you could think about it.

Of course he isn’t okay, in the dim lighting of the alley you could see blood, a lot of it, staining the white shirt the man wore. His body language screamed fatigue and his voice was shaky and weak.

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Title: Five Times I (Reader x Matt Murdock) 

Summary: Five times you almost told Matt Murdock you loved him and the one time you did 

Word Count: 1637

A/N: OK I’M SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS SERIES THING I’M STARTING! I hope you enjoy it :)

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Grammys part two: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Y’all this went from hardcore fluff to hardcore smut reaaaaal fast. Lol jk. No, but really. When the boys lose their pants the fans lose their shit. Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy.

Anonymous said:
Omg, please do a sequel to grammy??????? 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine

*continued female reader, light smut

“Okay, I didn’t know what you meant by taking off your pants, but now I clearly do,” Jenna burst out laughing as you all entered into the restaurant and took a seat. “Goodness gracious you guys.”

“I bet you were staring,” Tyler smirked. “I’m sure you were.”

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes as you all sat at a table, opening up the menus.

“You’re all dressed awfully fancy tonight. I assume you all just got back from the Grammys. Twenty One Pilots, right?” the waiter smiled.

“That’s us,” Tyler grinned proudly.

“Sweet,” the waiter beamed. “Anything I can get you guys at the moment? Drinks?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” Jenna nodded. You had all decided to go out for a celebratory meal after the awards. You had settled on a nice Mexican restaurant, not too fancy, but not too casual either.

“Hey,” Josh nudged you beside him. “Check your phone.”

“Why?” you stared at him, confused.

“Just do it, baby,” he insisted.

“Fine,” you sighed, picking up your phone but your expression slowly fading away into uncomfortableness as you read the text he had just sent you.

J: Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?
Y/N: Fucking behave. We’re at dinner.

You glared at him and he turned his head away, acting unfazed.

J: Answer the question.
Y/N: You know I always like what I see when I’m staring at you
J: Yeah but how did you feel?
Y/N: Wdym?
J: All those people staring at me, all those fans probably lusting over me, and you there, watching me tug down my pants…

“Hey!” Jenna snapped. “He’s asking you what you want to drink.”

“Huh?” both you and Josh looked up from your phones, turning red, staring at the waiter.

“Anything to drink?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh yeah,” you stammered out. Josh just looked at you, pretending as if nothing had happened. The waiter took your drink order and walked away, Tyler striking up a conversation about some of the performances.

“What if you guys performed?” Jenna laughed. “You think you’d bring the hamster ball and giant confetti canon to the Grammy’s?”

“Oh I’m sure we would figure something out,” Tyler nodded. You felt your phone buzz in your lap and you shot Josh a glare before opening it.

J: Stop leaving questions unanswered babe
Y/N: Stop texting me dirty things and actually pay attention to the conversation
J: I am
Y/N: Jenna and Tyler invited us here to celebrate, not to be antisocial
J: Answer the question
Y/N: Fine, sure. I was turned on. Is that what you wanted to hear?

“Don’t you think, y/n?” Jenna wondered and you flickered your eyes up, completely lost in what they were talking about. There was a second of silence before she hinted you on. “We’d get the drum kits and just make the crowd hold them up?”

“Oh definitely,” you gave a fake laugh before glancing down at your phone again, angry and annoyed at Josh’s attempts.

J: How turned on?
Y/N: I might be turned on but I’m about ready to turn my phone off if you keep this shit up
J: I’m not even doing anything
Y/N: Sure…
J: You wouldn’t dare
Y/n: Watch me
J: Don’t

“You guys, okay? You seem pretty distracted,” Tyler finally brought up the obvious.

“Just a lot of people congratulating us,” Josh shrugged. “Sorry, it’s probably not the appropriate time for this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly agreed. “I say we turn our phones off for the rest of the dinner.”

“Smart idea,” Jenna smiled at the proposition, but you caught Josh giving you a death stare beside you. You quickly shut off your phone and put it face down on the table, watching as Josh slowly did the same.

“You’ll be sorry you did that,” Josh murmured under his breath, just enough for you to realize. You swallowed uncomfortably, trying to ignore his comments. What was he so worked up about anyways? Geez.

“Do you think we’ll get invited back?” Tyler joked.

“Most likely,” Jenna nodded. “You guys are so talented. You’re bound to win another.”

“Then we’ve got to take it up a notch,” Tyler decided. “What’s more attention grabbing than standing up there in our underwear?”

“Oh I’m sure you two could think of plenty of things,” Jenna chuckled softly. Your hand was laying in your lap when you felt Josh lay his hand on top of yours underneath the table. You drew in a sharp breath and Tyler gave you an uncertain glance for a second before dismissing it, and you exhaled, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was just trying to hold hands.

“We’ll go streaking next Grammys!” Tyler cried.

“No way,” Jenna shook her head, stifling her laughter. “Not on my watch.”

“I bet y/n would love to see that,” Josh smirked and you narrowed your eyes, apparent you didn’t find his humor amusing. You felt him grab ahold of your wrist underneath the table, lifting your hand off your lap and moving it towards his leg, then down, resting your hand right over his crotch, his hard on becoming extremely obvious. Shit, of course he’d pull something like this. Especially now without the texting. He laid his hand on top of yours again, pressing down and your felt your cheeks turn red, trying to act nonchalant as you were being guided on how to grope him underneath the table.

“You okay, y/n?” Jenna softened her eyes. “You look sort of uh…”

“I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I think I just need to use the restroom and clear my mind for a little bit. I think I’m a little dizzy from the Grammys, all those people and the lights and noise and stuff.”

“Okay, take care of yourself sweetie,” Jenna replied. “We’ll be here when you come back.” You tried to get up but Josh grabbed your arm, grip tight around your wrist. You tugged several times but he wouldn’t let go until finally you swiveled your arm out of his grasp and snatched your phone off the table, marching off to find the bathroom. Of course, when you got in, there were several texts from Josh. So much for the not using the phones thing.

J: Get your ass out here right now.
Y/N: I don’t know what the fuck is up with you tonight
J: You know exactly what’s up with me, stop playing stupid
Y/N: I don’t know if it’s just cause you won a Grammy so you think you can be cocky and all, but you’re acting like a total dick, Josh
J: I just want you baby
Y/N: You’re the one who said yes to dinner!
J: You’re the one who said no to texting
Y/N: And look where that led us
J: We can always ditch
Y/N: Shut up, that’d be so rude. Jenna and Tyler have been nothing but nice tonight
J: I just really want to fuck you, I saw you in that dress when we walked in the restaurant and maybe it’s the lighting or just the adrenaline rush from being on the stage or me taking my pants off earlier, but I really need this right now baby
Y/N: I know I want it too
J: Then please
Y/N: After dinner
J: During dinner
Y/N: No
J: Fine. Either way come out right now. Jenna’s getting worried and she’s gonna check up on you if you don’t show soon.
Y/N: If I come out, will you behave?
J: Sure
Y/N: See you soon
J: Love youuu
Y/N: Love you too, dimwit

You took a deep breath and collected yourself before heading back to the table and sliding in the seat beside Josh, plastering a smile on your face. “You feeling better, honey?” Jenna wondered.

“Yeah I’m doing just fi-” you couldn’t help but stop midsentence as Josh put a hand on your upper thigh, resting it there above the fabric of your dress. “Fine. I’m doing fine.”

“Okay…” Jenna shrugged.

“Did you feel sick?” Tyler frowned, looking worried and concerned. “I think Jenna has some painkillers in her purse if you need it.”

“I’m fine, r-EALLY,” your voice wavered as Josh tugged up the fabric of your dress to your waist, both your legs bare and exposed underneath the table. Fuck.

“You sure?” Tyler insisted, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, honessssssssssst,” you reassured, ignoring the way your voice dragged out at the end when Josh’s thumb dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear and slid the fabric down your legs to above your knees.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” Josh reassured, sly smile on his face only you could detect. Hell, and to think Tyler and Jenna thought he was being sweet. You bit down on your lower lip hard when you felt Josh’s fingers brush past your clit and rest against your folds.

“Who’s ready for some appetizers?” the waiter wondered, smile on his face as he approached.

As soon as you were about to answer Josh’s fingers pushed into you and you let out a moan, everyone at the table turning their attention towards you. “Ohhhh those sound delicious,” you tried to recover. “Mmm god, appetizers? That just sounds so, oh fuck-” Josh began to pump his fingers in and out of you, staring at you above the table as if nothing was even going on. “I’m so hungry. Appetizers, hell yeah.” You were doing such a shitty job at covering up your act but it was the best alternative you could think of at the moment. Your legs were starting to shake and you could barely speak.

“Someone’s um, particularly hype for appetizers,” Tyler commented.

“I love me some good fooooood,” you moaned the last part as Josh curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Shit, food is so great. Damn.”

“Someone really likes food,” the waiter chuckled, looking confused and uncomfortable, almost everyone unable to understand what your problem was.

“Come on baby,” Josh prodded. “Why don’t you order something?”

“Sure,” you glanced at him, noticing the way he was trying so hard to suppress a smirk, then flickered your eyes back to the menu. You attempted to cross your legs in hopes of Josh quitting it but he only rammed his fingers deeper inside of you and you gasped in your seat, Tyler and Jenna whipping their heads towards you.

“Okay, spill it,” Jenna demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong?” the waiter softened his expression. “Uh, is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just think I need to get some fresh air,” you shook your head. “Josh, um, why don’t you come out with me for a little bit?”

“Sure,” Josh agreed slowly. “Whatever you say, babe.” He slowly drew his fingers out from inside you and you took the opportunity to slide up your panties and tug down your dress, then grabbed Josh’s hand with a tight grip and basically dragged him out the door.

“You’re fucking dead,” you hissed, tugging him outside and to the back of the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, acting innocent. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you demanded, tugging him to a place without windows or cars or pedestrians and quickly surveying the area before crashing your lips on his, pushing him back into the wall of the restaurant, slamming his body against yours and grinding yourself down on him. Your sloppy, messy, desperate kisses became more heated and you finally pulled away, staring into his eyes. “Don’t pull that shit during dinner ever again. I hate you.”

“You fucking love me,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you were just as turned on as I was, baby.”

“I still am,” you murmured, tilting your head back as he sucked on your neck, his lips trailing down your skin.

“Dammit you look so good in this dress,” he sighed. He traced the outlines of your body with his palms, sliding them down your figure, resting at your hips when you took a step away. “Where you going baby?”

“To dinner,” you snapped. “To behave.”

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he frowned, disappointed. “Come on, I’m dying here and I’ve already tried everything.”

“Listen up, Joshua,” you sighed, walking closer and poking a finger in his chest, glaring up at him. You leaned in close, remaining eye contact, lowering your voice to a whisper. “When we get home, you are going to get in that bedroom with me, and you’re going to receive another big award with yours pants off. But that’s never going to happen unless you behave, understand?”

“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.

“Good,” you decided. “Now come with me and let’s order some fucking appetizers.”

Wild

Originally posted by yeolhighness

Chanyeol having a guy’s night with the boys generally never bothers you. They’ll go to a bar or to some game or play video games and it’s always just a fun, rowdy, but mostly contained evening. They have fun but they never get wild so you never mind when Chanyeol tells you that he’ll be out, not to wait up.

This time, however, you are mildly concerned for the safety of your fiancé and those around him.

There are less than twelve hours until your wedding, twelve hours until you stand before your friends and family and declare your love for one another, and he’s about to leave for his bachelor party. And, although the guys have rarely caused any trouble during normal guy’s nights, you know that this one will be different.

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Friend Zoned

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Reader 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1071

PART TWO | PART THREE


It was a nice evening in Mystic Falls. You and Kol Mikaelson have grown pretty close as friends, not to mention, befriending all of the other Mikaelson siblings. On your days off, you would always stop by their mansion to hang out, which is something they didn’t mind at all.

You had the next two days off so you packed a few clothes and toiletries so that you could sleepover at the Mikaelson mansion. They were all happy enough to let you stay in a guest room of your choice.

Both you and Kol were watching a few episodes of season 5 of American Horror Story, until finally, one of you decided to get your butts off of the couch. That person was Kol.

Once episode 5 ended, Kol grabbed the remote from the coffee table to turn off the tv, then sat back down on the chair. “Alright Y/N, I think we’ve had enough. I’m in the mood to get out of this house.”

You exhaled. “Same. Where to?” You stood up to stretch your arms while you await Kol’s answer.

“How does The Grill sound? I’m fancying a drink.” Kol asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Again? We were just there 2 days ago.”

“Oh don’t be a bore Y/N. Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.” Kol flashed you a grin.

You sighed. “Fine. Let me go get ready then.” There was no way you were going to let yourself go out in sweatpants and a bare face.

“Well don’t take too bloody long.” Kol knows you well enough to know that you take absolutely forever to get ready. He was dreading having to wait for you.

You ignored his remark and made your way upstairs to the guest room. As you were walking upstairs, you shouted at Kol. “You better not watch episode 6 without me!”

5:47pm

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……….

7:09pm

“Okay I’m ready!” You announced as you rushed downstairs. You tried to make your makeup minimal, but ended up winging your liner, then contoured and highlighted. The outfit you threw on was a basic olive green crop top, black high waisted pants and black flats.

“Bloody hell, Y/N.” Kol snarled, then got off the couch to walk towards you. “What took-” Once he reached to you and saw how pretty you looked in such a simple outfit. He was a bit speechless, stopping himself from letting his jaw drop.

“What?” It wasn’t hard for you to notice him being at a loss for words, but you had no idea why. You were clueless from being too focused on being ready to go out.

“Nothing. Never mind.” Kol opened the front door, allowing you to exit first. “Shall we?” 

You gave a smile and then headed out the door. Supposedly, Kol hired a driver because you instantly saw an unfamiliar black SUV with a man walking over to hold the car door opened for you. Nice.

……

Walking into the Mystic Grill it was pretty busy. Luckily, there were a couple of empty bar stools for you and Kol to sit on. “Full house.” Kol commented with a smile, looking around at the crowd of people once you two were seated.

Once the bartender finally got to you, you ordered your drink. “Cranberry and vodka, please.”

“That’s a girly drink, darling.” Kol narrowed his eyes at you, then put a hand out to stop the bartender. “We’ll get a jack and coke.”

“Right away.” The bartender said, starting on your drinks.

“Whatever Kol.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him.

One drink ended up being two. Which of course, Kol paid for since it was his idea to go to the grill. By then, you were already buzzing and same with Kol. 

The liquid courage definitely helped him because he thought of it as the perfect timing to finally express his feelings for you. “For some time now, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, Y/N.”

“Okay? What is it? Spill.” You put your elbow on the counter, resting your chin on your hand, being ready to listen to whatever Kol is going to say.

Kol took the last sip left of his drink. “So I know that we’ve been really good friends for awhile now. But…”

“Yes?” You question Kol, but had an idea where he’s headed with this. Oh no.

“But for some reason, I see you more than that. And I think, I’ve gained other feelings for you, Y/N.” Kol confessed while tapping his fingers together in nervousness. But of course, he hid his nerves with that adorable smile of his.

“I care about you too, Kol. I really do. You’re one of my best friends. But-” You paused, sighing, “I only see you as that.” 

“Is that so?” Kol sighed. He didn’t know if he should feel sad or embarrassed that you didn’t feel the same.

“I’m sorry, but I-uh, have feelings for someone else.” You said looking down, then looked back up. Of course you felt terrible letting him down, not to mention, telling him you have your eye on someone that isn’t him. There’s nothing wrong with him, he’s a great person, but, you really only saw Kol as a friend and nothing more.

“Ah bugger.” Kol shrugged his shoulders, then added, “Well this is awkward.” He laughed nervously, playing with his empty glass.

“Don’t feel awkward. We can still hang out like we always have been, just as long as you don’t make it awkward.” You playfully poked him on his chest, laughing, then Kol laughed back more confident this time. It did make him feel a tad bit better that it isn’t awkward for you.

“Well, whoever it is darling, he’s a lucky lad.” Kol commented.

Luckily, you quickly thought of an idea to change the subject and lighten up the mood. “Come on, let’s play pool. No one is using it anymore.” You signaled with your head, looking at the pool table, standing up off of the bar stool.

Kol got up with his hands in his pockets. “Ah indeed. Just know, I’m not going to go to easy on you just because you’re a girl.” He tapped you on the arm with his elbow, then you both headed to the pool table. While Kol followed behind you, he was wondering who is this other person you have feelings for.

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Yes, there will be a part two! Hope you enjoyed reading, my loves <3

Caught White Handed- (Matt Murdock X Reader Smut)

Words: 3,300

Summary: Reader is more ready to go than a dog in heat. She pleasures herself but after getting drunk, things go to a whole new level.

Warnings: THIS IS PURE FILTH. Masturbation, oral, sex, alcohol, erotica, many mentions of horniness.

Author’s Note: Writing this has been a spiritual journey. This is pure sin, and I have gone last the need for holy water. I’d appreciate if some of you guys asked for fluff now. Anyways, enjoy!


You sighed as you sat there in your chair, swiveling. Never did you think you’d see the day in Hell’s Kitchen that there’d be no pictures to take, no crime scenes to manage, but it did.

You worked at the police station in town and it was your job to take pictures of the crime scenes. Seeing blood and violence twelve hours a day usually was all you did before you went home and passed out in bed.

Only, that day there was nothing to look at. You were surprised with how long you had withstood the boredom, ten and a half hours. Just half an hour and a half more until you got off. So while spinning in your chair, you decided to make a phone call. You hummed the numbers to yourself and typed them on your phone. It rung and rung until you heard that all so familiar voice. “It’s Foggy Nelson of Nelson and Murdock, I can’t get to the phone right now, leave a message.” Beep.

You sighed, “Hey Fogs, I was wondering if you’d want to meet up at Josie’s tonight with the others. If you’re coming, don’t even bother to call back. See you soon.”

You dialed another number but only got the same result. “It’s Karen Page, I’m probably at work right now but leave a message after the beep.” Beep.

“Hey Karen, my gal pal, I was wondering if you wanna meet up at Josie’s tonight. If I don’t hear back from you, I’m gonna suppose you’ll be there. See ya.”

With a groan, you called up the phone of the third of the Musketeers. It wouldn’t stop ringing so you were pulling your phone away from your ear, ready to hang up until you heard, “hello?”

You threw the phone back up towards your ear and smiled. “Hey Matt, I wasn’t expecting you to pick up. Karen nor Fogs did.”

He chuckled. “They’re probably hanging out again, we got off early today. How about you?”

Matt could hear you groan over the phone and he did his best to hold back a chuckle as you answered. “I’m in hell and my throne is a spinning computer chair. That’s why I was seeing if you guys would wanna go to Josie’s later, a drink sounds nice.”

“Sure, what time? Nine?”

You nodded by reflex but then realized Matt couldn’t see you then (not like he could if you were in person either). “Oh, um, yeah. Nine is good.”

Suddenly you heard him burst out into a small fit of laughter. “You nodded, didn’t you?”

You felt your cheeks grow red from the accusation. “No! How dare you insinuate such a thing?” You paused a second before pausing, giving a weak giggle, “okay fine, I did.”

You heard him laugh one more time before he said bye. Once again the office was quiet. Only an hour and fifteen more minutes you told yourself. What could you do to pass the time? Your eyes flickered to the small thing in your purse. Reading to pass the time sounded nice. Yet, the kind of book it was made you worry. Reading an erotica in the office probably wasn’t the best idea.

You spun in your chair again, until you felt like you’d fall over even while sitting down, and growled, “screw it.”

Seconds later the book was snatched up from your purse and opened to the nearest page. And with hungry eyes, and ovaries , you read on.

“There he was in the doorway, standing there as he watched her pleasure herself. She was facing away, moonlight casting a glow on her skin, a thin sheet of sweat covering her body. He could see her arm twitching, he could hear the sound of her fingers plunging in and out of her soaking wet core.

"Most of all he could hear those wonderful sounds of ecstasy coming from her lips. He tried to remember back to what lipstick she wore that day, a lovely wine color, he remembered.”

You didn’t know when exactly it had happened, but you found your hand on your thigh, your legs apart, and yourself heaving. It had been a long time since you had been in the bedroom, and every day you were getting more desperate. More desperate for a certain guy at that.

Whenever you read the book in your shaking hand, you imagined him. The guy you wanted to get into your pants. His puppy dog eyes, even though they were usually covered by glasses, those full, pink lips, his nicely combed hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through, the short stubble across his face, those large, rough hands, all of them just turned you to putty.

You sighed as you continued to read the book.

“He watched on and noticed the light shake of her legs. She’s close, he told himself. He wanted to wait until she was done, just strip for her then and there, but instead he silently shut the door behind him before letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor. He sat there, his thumb rubbing over his tip as he silenced a moan. He could feel the warm of precum on his fingers as he began to stop teasing the tip, but to instead begin to drag his hand up and down along his shaft.

"The girl on the bed was climaxing yet her hand wouldn’t stop. ‘Oh God!’ Yet she still continued, her core aching as it released but she still wouldn’t stop. It felt too good to stop.

"Then her limbs fell back tirelessly on the bed as a warmth leaked out of her, and she knew that she would stain the sheets.”

You were breathless as your hand was no longer outside of your pants but in them. You had locked your office door and the room was soundproof but you still tried to stay as quiet as possible.

Your middle finger was feeling around, just trying to find the perfect spot for your clit. Once you had hit it, you gave one of the most pornographic noises possible and began to massage it, making the pleasure last, but it wasn’t enough. Suddenly your fingers began to go harder, faster, until finally it was getting hard to keep your hand there. You could feel as you throbbed from releasing, but you didn’t want it to end either.

So you continued. You kept that fast pace, resisting the urge to yell or moan or groan or do anything as you released twice more. You slumped in your chair, feeling your panties filled, and gave a sigh. You sat there and looked over to your phone on the desk. Only a matter of fifteen minutes had passed. You still had another hour.

So, for an hour you read. For an hour your legs shook with every new climax. For an hour, your hand hurt, wanting to stop, but your wet core didn’t.

You were out the door and into your car soon as it struck seven. Your impure hand gripped around the tire, the fake leather putting ideas into your head that you’d never admit.

You began to drive, every bump or harsh turn led to feeling the juices of your climaxes slosh against you. I really need a shower, you thought.

You found yourself at your apartment, one of the safer areas in Hell’s Kitchen, although to be frank, no area there was really safe.

You had an hour and fifteen minutes to be ready and meet up at Josie’s. You could take your time in the shower, but even then half an hour wouldn’t pass. You debated, you could take a normal shower, or do a bit more. It was a hard choice. You were already aching a bit from earlier but hot water would help the soreness you told yourself.

So, you found yourself twisting two old handles until short bursts of water pellets released. You stood there, completely nude with cum running down your leg as you waited for the water to run consistently and for it to warm up.

You gave a sigh of pure relaxation as you stepped into the shower. You could already feel yourself being cleansed, but not well enough. You slowly, yet gently, pulled the shower head off the wall and spread your legs. You let the hot water hit you, hit your clit and your folds.

“Oh God,” you mewled. It was surely cleaning you out, but maybe doing a little more than that. Suddenly, your hand could itself slick in your juices, two fingers pumping in and out as you began to focus the water onto your clit.

It only took moments before your legs were shaking as another orgasm, the most powerful one yet, had racked your body and left it feeling like a hand was wrapped around your throat. You immediately took your hand out of yourself and lathered a bath ball up with soap. You needed to stop it. Making yourself climax only caused a short lived satisfaction while if it were from someone you actually wanted to have sex with, well, that would manage to keep you satisfied.

So, you decided to take a legitimate shower. Thirty minutes had passed by the time you got out. You had thirty-five minutes to get ready then to walk to Josie’s. So, in just a towel, you had managed to get a brush through your hair, blow drying it too. Did light makeup of a little mascara and lipstick before getting to choose an outfit. Red felt like your color that night.

So, a red top, skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, and a pair of red pumps to match. So that was another half an hour later.

Five more minutes. You made sure you had your house keys, purse, your erotica not in the purse, and you were ready to leave.

When the New York street greeted you, it wasn’t as cold as you had expected. Street lights were on, as were the lights of oncoming and going traffic. That late at night, the neighborhood streets weren’t as crowded as usual.

You brushed by people here, people there, but the streets were nearly silent. Or as silent as the city could be. You were almost there when you saw someone behind you, a taller figure who seemed broad enough to be a threat.

So, you reached into your pocket, ready to call 911 if needed, and turned around. Just as you were about to say something, you realized who it was. “Matt?”

He paused, a look of confusion evident with the way his mouth was. “Y/N?”

You stepped back towards him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “It’s me. I didn’t know you were behind me.”

He chuckled, “I didn’t know you were in front of me.” You both laughed for a moment before he added, “may I hold your arm? I know the way but I’d feel better with someone leading me.”

You nodded and wrapped your hand around his arm, feeling the muscle even through the suit. You mentally jet repeating to yourself to not think of the book.

Meanwhile, Matt was trying to figure out the air around him. The air was a mix of smells, too many for him to say. Gas, smoke, whiskey, but right next to him at his arm, he could smell your body wash, your shampoo, your conditioner, your perfume, but something else. It was so covered up by the other smells, but it was still there. It also somehow felt familiar.

He decided it would be best to ignore it, but he could taste something in the air that also felt familiar. Maybe they were from the same thing. Maybe you had some gum in your purse. That would make sense.

So, you two found yourself in Josie’s, the blonde duo already sitting there.

Foggy turned around at the sound of the door and smiled. “Matt, do you have a radar for attractive women? A third of the time I see you, one is hanging onto your arm.”

“Maybe it’s God’s way of rewarding me through the hardships of blindness,” he laughed.

Your stomach turned, God damn his laugh. You didn’t understand how something so precious could be so arousing.

You lightly shook your head, getting the thought out before you and Matt sat down. The row of barstools went Karen, Fogs, Matt, and lastly, yourself.

Josie had came over and asked what everyone wanted. The trio all said beer whilst you said scotch. They looked over at you laughing. You always took your liquor much easier than those three.

Three glasses, six shots, and one beer later, you couldn’t even sit properly. You hummed happily, cheeks as flushed looking as your lipstick. Your eyes were wide, and you were leaning over the counter, flirting with the young bartender that Josie had hired roughly a week prior.

Karen had done a few shots herself, but that was with two bottles of beer. Foggy decided to take one beer, one margarita. Then Matt, he had only beer.

It was about two in the morning and everyone knew you were too drunk to go back to your place.

“Hey Fogs, mind helping me get Y/N back to my place?”

So then began the fun of walking you about five blocks over to Matt’s. They got you up to his floor and you heavily insisted you could manage to walk on your own.

They had to give it to you, even when you were drunk off your ass, you still managed to walk pretty straight, in heels at that.

Fogs patted Matt on the shoulder one time before saying bye. That’s when Matt turned around to not see your jacket and heels kicked off by the couch, which you were leaning over. “Hey Matty, can I use your shower?”

Just the sound of her gentle, yet drunken, voice had managed to cause a warmth on his face but he just nodded. He heard her walk out, still trying to figure out what the smell was.

He heard the water turn on, your clothes hitting the floor. He shook his head. Focus on something else. So, he found himself on the couch, throwing his blazer to the floor, shoes, tie, everything he needed to just simply relax. So he sat there in dress pants and a t-shirt.

He thought back. That smell was so familiar. He could almost taste it. And as the night went on, it only got stronger. There were other odd things he noticed in the night, like you biting your lip, squirming, blushing, but that was just your drunkness, he thought.

Then from the shower, he heard something.

“Oh God,” you gasped. He was about ready to run to the bathroom to see if you were alright, but another noise came after it.

You were in the shower, your fingers finding their way to pleasure. You leaned up against the shower wall, two fingers massaging your clit. You weren’t as drunk as you were when you left Josie’s but you were still drunk enough to be sitting there fingering yourself in Matt’s shower.

You found yourself slumping against the wall as your hand began to go faster. He heard the moans, he realized what the smells and tastes were, and he was fighting to keep it in his pants.

“Oh God!” He listened to your voice as it began to get more breathless. He could nearly imagine you, as your legs shook against his tile wall. He could taste your oncoming climax. God, he apologized for using that name in vain, but he wanted to really taste it.

That’s when he heard it.

“Oh Matt!’

He knew he was screwed.

It was no more than five minutes later that the water was off, and you were standing in his living room with only a towel. "Matt,” you meekly called out, “do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

He stood up, trying his best to stay away from you, based off of your breathing and voice. “Of course,” he obliged as he led you to his room. As he dug through drawers, trying to find a t-shirt to lend you, he spoke. “So, what took you so long in the shower?”

Your face turned bright as your eyes grew. Did he know? “I was just, um, thinking. Sorry, I think best in water.” You were still drunk, so coming up with an excuse wasn’t as easy as it normally would’ve been.

“I can taste the air. I could hear everything. I could hear the way you said my name.”

You stiffened. You were afraid. Afraid that the years of friendship you had built up would come crumbling down into a horny, drunken mistake. “Matt, I-”

“Everything I heard, they made me want you.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. He couldn’t have meant that, could he?

“I have to admit, I’ve been tempted to ask you on a date before. Sure, I’ve had romantic thoughts, but never have I wanted you this bad. So if you’re willing to let me do things to you, drop the towel and lay down.”

Never had Matt been so commanding of you, and frankly it caused a pang in your stomach. So, your arms gently pulled the two sides of the towel away from each other, and let it fall to the floor. You found yourself laying down, your legs open.

Matt slowly rid himself of his dress pants, letting you see the bulge beneath. You held in a gasp as he crawled onto the bed, like he could see. His right hand had gripped your thigh, slowly moving upward that’s when his thumb had come across you. Had come across your clit to be exact.

You moaned immediately and then his head found itself between your legs. The first thing he did was nibble and suck on your clit.

Every little movement, every little spark of euphoria, you had mewled or moaned. It took him even less time to make you orgasm than it did when you used your fingers. And that’s when his tongue began to explore. You could feel him start to lick you clean as you were still seeing stars.

He had milked you through three orgasms from his tongue, two from biting and sucking. You were climaxing so easily, all because of him.

You were in a daze, but then he was leaning over you, pressing his lips against yours. You could feel his tongue slide into your mouth, sharing the taste of your own juices and his boxers had came off at some point.

You held your breath as he began to put himself in, making sure you felt every inch, centimeter, millimeter, everything. Your hands tightened around the sheets, feeling the cool compared to the inferno of you and Matt.

He threw his glasses to the nightstand as he began to pull back and thrust right back in, faster, harder. “Oh God,” you cried. He made you tell past the point of words as he grunted and groaned himself.

“Oh Y/N!” You felt the very moment his cock had begun to swell. Much as you began to try and close. At the same moment, in some sort of erotic symphony, you two climaxed at once, and shouted each other’s names.

That wasn’t the end of it even when you two collapsed. After moments of rest, you’d get right back up again, not wanting the pleasure to end.

You didn’t know when it happened, you didn’t even remember it when you woke up. All you knew was that you woke up in bed next to the man you had been after for nearly two years. He was already awake and smiled.

“Morning Y/N.”

You didn’t bother with courtesies. “Why the hell and how the hell did I end up with you?”

He chuckled, “thank the alcohol.”

So from that moment on, you always thanked the alcohol.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a jealous Justin imagine, were they're at like a party and Montgomery flirts with the reader and Justin gets angry? Love your blog btw❤❤❤

Aw thanks for liking the blog! Sure thing, hope you like it ~

900 words, Justin Foley/fem!reader

“Justin, you know I don’t like parties  especially if it’s one of Bryce’s.” 

“Babe, just stick by me, you don’t even have to talk to my friends if you don’t wanna. Just relax, get drunk and have a good time.” he reassured you with a kiss on the forehead. You both got out of his car and made your way through the house, Justin getting welcomed by nearly everyone. You waved at a few people but otherwise kept your head down and your hand in Justin’s. 

Once you got to the patio he left you by the pool to go and get you drinks. You’d begged him to stay, or to let you go with him, but he just brushed you off and said to enjoy yourself. 

Knowing he’d get caught up in some partying, you calmly sat down on a lounge chair, gazing up at the clear skies that were dotted with stars, managing to block out the noises of the party -  and the noise of Montgomery taking the chair next to you, beer in hand.

“What’s up, y/n?” he exclaimed, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

Oh Jesus here we go

“Not much, Monty, just waiting for Justin,” snapping at him dismissively, you really didn’t want to be caught up in Montgomery’s advances. 

“You look really hot tonight, you know that? I mean you look hot all the time but-”

“Is ‘hot’ the only word you could find to describe me?” You laughed in your head at how he fumbled for a save, glad you’d stumped him. 

“No, not at all, there’s so many words to describe you beautiful you are… and my god, you’d look even more beautiful in between my legs…” there was no witty comeback to this, Monty towering over you, leaning down to trap you in the chair with his arms either side of you. 

“Monty please get off of me - MONTY!” you cried out when he leaned down to try and kiss you. At the sound of you yelling, Justin dropped the drinks and came running. 

“What the fuck is going on? What the fuck did you do to my girl?” 

“Listen Justin, I was just talking to her and she totally freaked out, I mean-” Rage clouded over Justin’s face as he grabbed Monty by the shoulders and backed him up against the house. 

“Bullshit, Montgomery. My girl wouldn’t do that if you weren’t being a dick - so what’d you do, huh?” 

“Justin, please don’t hurt him, he just started hitting on me that’s all.” People were staring, and you didn’t want Justin to make a scene (no matter how much you wanted Monty punched in the face).

“It’s alright, baby, I won’t hurt him,” he loosened his grip on Monty, allowing him to slide out from between your boyfriend and the brick wall. Justin’s eyes followed him as he sauntered back into the house, nearly loosing his shit when Monty stole a glance back at you. “The hell are you people staring at?” 

“Justin, please, let’s just go get drinks, huh. Calm you down?” he ran a hand down his face which was still laden with anger. You took him by the forearms and gave him a look which let him know that all was well, but it wasn’t. You wanted to let Justin get angry and Monty but you didn’t want a scene, Or to be the people that started a fight at one of the biggest parties of the year. 

“Fine, whatever, lets go inside. You can come with me this time.” he smoothed his hand down your back before snaking his arm around your shoulders, which were even more hunched now you had to go inside and face more people that were just like Monty. 

***

“All he did was try and kiss you, you bitch!” shouted someone that was sitting on a love seat, Monty on the floor below it, glaring at you and Justin. 

Justin ripped his arm away from you and marched over to where Monty sat, smugly, on the floor. In one motion your (way too angry for words) boyfriend hauled him up from the fluffy white carpet and slammed him into the wall, causing a picture to slide down and smash. 

“Justin! What the hell, dude, careful with my shit!” Bryce called from the French doors, he’d obviously heard the commotion. 

“Not until I’m done with this scumbag.” he growled, pulling his arm back and smacking it, right into Monty’s nose. He let go and caused the bleeding boy to slide down the wall, completely dazed. 

“You stay the fuck away from my girl, and anyone else’s… you hear me?” Justin turned and walked back to you, hugging you tightly as you held back laughter at the reality that your boyfriend had just nearly knocked someone out for you. 

Back in the car, as you both decided it was better to steer clear of that scene for a while, Justin kissed you tenderly and enveloped you into his arms. It was a little uncomfortable to lean over from the passenger side, but worth it to feel his comforting touch. 

“Sorry my friends are assholes, babe.” 

“It’s fine, so long as you never get that way.” 

“I promise, I’m no hypocrite.” He pulled away from the hug and leaned his forehead against yours, before you pulled each other into the back seat…

Damon Salvatore - It Was Always You

You’ve always felt something more than friendship towards Damon Salvatore, but you felt like he was always so busy pining after Elena that he wouldn’t even notice you. Yourself and Damon get the chance to spend the day together and it’s so much fun, but you weren’t expecting the day to take the turn that it did.

Damon x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of alcohol

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Little One: High School Proms

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You and Kol are hooking up at Mystic Falls High School when your siblings, Damon and Stefan, followed up by Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson, burst in and almost ruin the night.

*Requested: “I love Little One. It would be great if you write the next part. For example a school party. Klaus and Rebekah want to hurt Elena. Stefan and Damon looking for Elena. But they in one of the classrooms found Kol between thighs their sister. They just prefer to each other than family drama.

Oh

So if you had a great time writing the request, may I ask a follow-up romance Salvatore-Mikaelson? I would be delighted :D

Word Count: 1859

“This is so stupid!”

Caroline Forbes, one of Elena’s best friends, had organised a huge event at the Mystic Falls High School to celebrate something you did not bother to know. People were talking about it all over town, most of them going crazy over clothes, shoes, drinks and all that teenage crap. You always found those things extremely lame and boring. But, of course, Damon and Stefan forced you to smile and accept the invitation to go to the party. Ever since they found out about your relationship with Kol Mikaelson, they were following you around, just to make sure you would never be one second alone and go off to meet him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Damon said, winking, and you scoffed. “Look, I like this just as much as you do. But I’m doing it to protect Elena. Klaus is still chasing after her and he could be really dangerous.”

“I know that, Damon, I lived with him for over twenty years.” You said, while putting on a pair of high heels.

The vampire narrowed his electric blue eyes, gazing at you annoyed. Almost as if he did not want to remember you spent so many time with the Mikaelsons.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You smiled, spinning around in front of him. “What do you think?”

Damon swiftly lost the angry traits and quirked an eyebrow, analysing your choice of clothing. As you did not care nor have enough time to go shopping, you had to pick one of your old dresses. It was nothing extraordinary, but did a pretty good job on flattering your every curve; plus, the gown had a considerable cleavage. Definitely the kind of dress it would make Kol freak out and be all jealous over you.

“Too sexy for the teenage boys to handle.”

“Well, thank you, mister. You don’t look bad yourself.”

“As much as I love spending time with you, we need get going. It’s almost nine.”

“You’re right.” You giggled. “Off to the car.”

Damon offered his arm and you gladly accepted, marching to the car as a couple of old friends. While he drove to the school, you could not help but think of how much you loved your siblings. Although you hated how overprotective they were, in the end of the day, Damon and Stefan would always have your back, always helping you in anything you needed and understanding your choices, even the ones they did not approve it. Dating Kol was one of those.

You sighed, placing your hands in your knees.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why do you look like somebody died or so?”

A laugh came out of your lips and you faced your brother, stroking lightly his face.

“I just missed you. And Stefan too.”

“Who knew Y/N Salvatore had real feelings?”

“Oh, come on Damon! Don’t spoil the moment.”

“I missed you too, sis.” He kissed your cheek. “How about we get inside? If I’m right, things will get wild in a little.”

“Oh, fuck, the blood smells so yummy from here!“ You said, jumping out of the car.

“Just be cautious and don’t let anyone see you, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry.”

Inside, you could see couples dancing to a soft ballad, it was actually kind of cute. It got you remembering how much Kol loved to spin you around and pull you close, singing in your ear. A smile grew in your face and you walked towards the bar, anything with alcohol seemed a great call for the moment. However, before you could get there, a guy stopped you.

“Hi there, gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?” You asked, awkwardly.

“No, I don’t think so. But I’d love to.” He took your hand, kissing it. “I’m James, by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“How about I pay you a drink?”

How about you be my drink?” you thought, flashing a wide smile.

“Sounds nice.”

James turned out to be a nice lad, even though he was definitely not your type. Nearly got you guilty for seducing him just to feed. You had to shake your head to focus on what he was saying and not demonstrate you were annoyed to be there. The only thoughts in your mind were that you had to get him out of the crowd, finally enjoy the time you lost on him by tasting his blood and make it fast enough so your boyfriend would not catch you with him. Kol could be really nasty when he was jealous and, since his siblings, Klaus and Rebekah, were after Elena, the family would probably show up.

“Can we go somewhere private?” You questioned, wearing your best smile.

“Sure. There’s a bunch of empty classes we could use.”

“Great.”

It took only a few minutes to escape the noisy party. The teenage boy placed his hands on your shoulders and kissed your neck. You spun around and faced him. He pulled you closer, squeezing the skin of your waist. You felt like a snake, watching your pray approach to finally attack it.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Before he could lean in and kiss you, somebody ripped him off and threw him on the ground.

“You do not mess with somebody else’s girlfriend, mate!”

Kol!” You yelled, pulling your boyfriend away from the other guy. You knelt before James and looked deep in his eyes, compelling him to stay there and not scream.

“What were you doing with that guy? Why he had his filthy hands on you?”

“I was just going to feed, darling.”

“Did you have to let him touch you?”

“I’m not going to argue with you over this any more. What are you doing here?”

“Guess.”

“Your psycho siblings are after my brother’s girlfriend.”

“Jackpot!” His devilish smirk showed up, as he slowly walked to you to place a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, babe.”

“Me too.”

“So, do you still fancy a drink?”

“Always, honey.”

Kol chuckled and pushed opened one of the classroom, quickly getting inside. With the door completely open, you dragged James through it and sat him on the teacher’s chair. The boy whimpered scared, but the compulsion did not allow him to do any further, just await to a likely death. You parted his legs, placing yourself in the middle and bending to get the best spot on his neck. He smelt so good and the alcohol on his blood would only make it better. Ultimately, you sunk your teeth on him, spilling the red liquid and calming your thirst.

“You look so sexy when you’re feeding, love.“ 

The brown haired Mikaelson caressed your hair, observing closely your movements. Eventually, you dropped the young man, pretty much dead, on the floor and stood up, facing your boyfriend. The blood was dripping, leisurely staining your chin and slithering through your cleavage. You knew how much Kol loved to see you like this: dominant and strong. A lethal weapon against his sanity.

"Don’t you want have a taste?” You whispered in deep, filled with lust, voice.

“Oh yeah.” He replied, claiming your lips with his. “Shit, your mouth tastes so good, darling…”

You only hummed against his mouth, your hands pulling a lock of his hair aggressively. Kol laughed, kissing the soft skin on your neck, his tongue wiping out the traces of blood from it. Your body was way more responsive than usual and a couple of small strangled noises slipped.

“This is not, oh…” He found your wet core, circling small figure eights on it. “Fair!”

Mikaelson stopped the movements beneath your skirt and firmly grabbed your hips, turning you around and bending you against the table. You struggled to breathe, feeling his length hard on you.

“You drive me crazy, Y/N.” He smacked your ass, making you groan. “I just want to fuck you until you’re senseless.”

“Damn it! Stop teasing me!”

“Y/N.” You glanced back, staring at him. “Can you stand up for me?”

“I can try.” Both of you giggled.

Kol gave you a hand, helping you to get back on your feet again. He smashed his lips onto yours one more time before sitting you on the room’s desk.

“Now what are you going to do?”

“Stick my head between your legs and eat you out until you beg.”

“Uh, you had me on the eat out part.”

The sweet chocolate eyed Mikaelson smirked, a hint of mischief infused in his irises. He knelt in front of you, grabbing your feet and rubbing it softly. Small shudders spread across your form. You screwed your eyes shut and let out a girlish moan.

“I want to hear you screaming my name, love.”

“I thought you were supposed to make me beg.”

He opened your legs, kissing your inner thighs. Kol pulled playfully your panties’ waistband, which made you bit your lips. Your core was so warm and wet that got you anxious for his direct touch. It was almost hurting.

“Stop fooling me around, Kol Mikaelson.”

“Couldn’t you wait, love? Such a hurried kitten!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Mikaelson took of your knickers and went for it. He darted out his tongue throughout your entrance, suckling your folds and placing delicate kisses on the soft skin. His touch was simply delicious. Kol always got you desiring more and more.

“Oh, Kol.”

“Y/N?” You heard Damon’s voice calling out. “Are you here?”

You have to be kidding me!”

“Y/N?” It was Stefan’s time to reach for you.

Kol stopped what he was doing and raised his look to meet yours. But, before you could say anything, Stefan and Damon bursted into the place. Followed up by Klaus and Rebekah. “Oh, God, why can’t I have sex with my boyfriend? Is this some kind of punishment?”, you thought coming down from the table and facing the astonished look from the trespassers.

“What do you want?”

“We need to find Elena!” Stefan said, worried out and ignoring the whole situation you were in. “She’s gone and doesn’t answer her phone.”

“This is all your fault!”

“I need her, mate. I wouldn’t bloody hurt her.” Klaus retorted Damon’s statement.

“But Rebekah would.”

"Oi! Don’t talk like I’m not here!”

You exchanged a look with Kol. Both of you hated that family drama and could not care less about Elena Gilbert’s whereabouts. You sighed, hearing the fight become louder.

“Can you just shut up?” You yelled, narrowing your eyes. “This is not the place for that kinda argument.”

“But Y/N…”

“For fuck’s sake, I want to shag my boyfriend. Am I asking too much?”

“Ew!” A chorus emitted, whilst frowning. “OK, this is entirely irrelevant.“ Klaus snorted. "Are you going to come with us and look for the doppelgänger?” “I’m sorry, Nik, but I’m with Y/N. I couldn’t care less about Elena Gilbert.”

“So, all of you, leave. Right now.”

You are not bossing me around!” The Original Hybrid growled.“I’ll do what I want.”

“Niklaus, I’m not going to argue with you.”

He raised an eyebrow and Rebekah opened her mouth to say something.

“Nor with you, Rebekah. Now, go off to find Elena or whatever, just leave us out, okay?”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” Damon pouted.

“We already had that conversation. He’s my boyfriend, suck it in.”

“But…”

“No “but”! Out of here.“

Kol was standing against the table, arms crossed and a proud grin on his lips. After everyone left, you ran to his arms, hooking your legs around his waist. The man laughed and you kissed him.

"Now, where were we?”