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Jealous Fights (Jughead X Reader)

Summary- You get jealous that Jughead is hanging out with Betty so much, so you try to make him jealous too. 

Warnings- fighting, jealousy, kissing, crying.

requested- yes! @dixiehasalotoffreetime (thanks bes frand ily)

A/N- my first writing got 7 notes! (thats not a lot but still) thank you!  Also, I will be doing a second part to this! (probs won’t be as exciting but whatever) So stay tuned for that!

“So Jug, you up for studying tomorrow?” Betty asks Jughead.

You and your friends were all sitting at a booth at Pop’s, as usual.

“Uh, sure!” Jughead replies and smiles.

You quickly look both of them over. Jughead was your boyfriend and he seemed to be spending a lot of time with Betty lately. It was really getting on your nerves. 

“Whatcha gonna study?” You ask, scooting a bit closer to Jughead. 

Betty glances at Jug and replies, “For the science test, you know how hard Mrs.Hank’s tests are.” 

You nod and take a sip of your milk shake. 

You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were a little jealous.

Then you got an idea. Why not make Jughead jealous too?

You turned to look at Archie, sitting on the other side of table. 

“Arch, do you to study with me? My place?” You ask the ginger haired boy. 

He quickly glances over at Jughead who looks a bit suspicious. 

“Uh, ok.” He replies.

You could see Jughead staring at you with hawk eyes, he was jealous already!

“Alright Archie, should we go?” You ask him leaning into the table.

“Sure.” He smiles and you both get up.

“Bye guys!” You both say in unison, before you lean down to kiss jughead.

Not just a peck, but a real kiss. You wanted him to see what he was missing out on.

You deepened your kiss and held his chin with your hand before breaking off. You wanted to be a tease.

You hear ooo sounds from Veronica and Kevin as you get back up from leaning over, still locking eyes with Jughead.

Jughead still looked flustered as you and Archie exited Pop’s. 

“What was that for?” Archie asks, referring to the kiss.

You turn to him and say, “Juggie has been spending a lot of time with Betty lately. And I don’t want to admit it but I’m kinda jealous.” 

“Ya, but they’re just friends.” Archie points out.

“I know but- I just want to make him jealous too. That’s why I asked you to study with me at my house.” You tell him as you near your home. 

Archie nods and you both enter the house.

The next day, you Kevin and Veronica walked to school together.

I didn’t take long for Kevin to bring up that kiss.

“Ok, but can we just talk about that kiss?” He exclaims. 

You giggle as he goes on.

“I mean that was hot. Like wow.” He says. 

“Thanks,” You laugh.

“But like why? You hardly ever kiss Jug like that in public, is there something happening that I don know about?” Veronica asked as she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check her hair on the camera.

“I don’t know. Jughead has been hanging out with Betty a lot lately. And I know that they are only friends… But I’m kinda jealous. I guess I just wanted him to see what he was missing out on.” You explain as you all enter the school.

“Oh! Well I can help you make him jealous if you want.” Veronica offers, winking. 

You laugh and open your locker. 

Then you see Betty and Jughead walking side by side down the halls, laughing. 

A fire burns in you. You didn’t know why, but you were mad. 

Then Archie comes up beside you and Kevin to open his locker. 

“Hey Arch!” You say loud enough so Juggie and Betty hear as they came closer. 

“Hey Y/N!” He replies and smiles and grabs some books out of his locker. 

Then Betty and Jughead come up to you guys. 

“Hey.” Jug says to you all and takes you into his arms in a light kiss. 

You kiss him back a little harder and then let go, smirking at him. 

You turn around and get books out of your locker as the rest of the gang talks. 

“So how was studying?” Jughead asked you. 

There it was, he was jealous.

“Fine, and you?” You asked smiling.

“Fine too.” He looked at you a little angrily and then said, “Well, I better get to class.” and walked away. 

After school, while in your room, you heard a knock on your window, it was Jughead. 

You quickly opened it and let him inside. 

“Hello beautiful.” He said and leaned in for a kiss. 

You rolled your eyes at his cliche saying but kissed him back. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around your waste as his lips moved gracefully against yours.

After a few moments you broke apart and stared lovingly into his eyes and he did the same. 


His phone dinged and he pulled it out. 

“Ugh. I got to go.” He sighed and made his way towards the window.

“What? why?” You asked in an annoyed tone.

“I promised Betty I would help her with an assignment, sorry.” He said.

You lets out a loud groan. Jughead turned around to face you.

“What was that for?” He inquired.

“Nothing… It’s just seems like you’ve been wanting to be with Betty a lot lately.” You answered turning your head up a bit.

“Ya, so? She’s my friend.” He said.

“Friend, huh? It seems like you want to be more than that with her.” You said. You know you were going overboard, but you needed to show Jughead you meant business.

“What? Y/N that just stupid! You know that’s not true!” He raised his voice a bit.

“Oh really? Then why are you spending more time with her than with me?” You said, crossing your arms.

“I’m not! We just study together sometimes and-” He began but you cut him off.

“Sometimes? Sometimes?! You have been with her almost everyday after school for the past two weeks!” You raised your voice and stepped at bit closer to him.

“I have not! Your just jealous!” He yelled.

Anger burned in your eyes, you could feel your face getting red and your palms sweating.

“You know what? Fine. Whatever! Just go!” You yelled pointing to the window. “I’ll just invite over Archie!” 

Jughead began to leave until he hear the last sentence. He whirled around.

“Archie? Why Archie?!” He said, his eyes burned.

“See!! Your jealous too!!” Your voice getting louder by the second.

“I am not!” Jughead yelled, heading towards the window again. 

“Yes you are! Now leave! Be with Betty! Cheat on me, see if I care!!” You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes. 

That was it. He turned around so fast he was like a blob of black clothes. 


Jughead had never been so mad before. He had never yelled at you. He had never called you anything other than sweet things. But he was the most angry you had ever seen him.

Your face got hot, tears began to stream down your face.


“YES I WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO LOOSE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!” He screamed coming closer to you.

Did you hear him right?

“I love you Y/N.” He said a bit quieter, but still loudly. 

He then took your face in his hands and brought his mouth to yours. 

But before he kissed you, you let out a small whisper, 

“I love you too.” 


Finn Balor/Jeff Hardy/OC: Reader uses the boy’s moves without their permission. It winds up being helpful though.

Warning: a slight Daddy kink, choking, I think thats it

Yeah so this happened and I don’t know where it came from.

@sammiielli @hardcorewwetrash @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @alexahood21 @alexispoo @kinkymaminicole @ambrosegirlforever

As I sat on a cart backstage I hummed a light tune to myself. I was beyond excited to wrestle tonight and I hoped that my new gear would show that. As I sat there messing with my wrestling gear top I heard two familiar voices. I looked up to see Jeff and Finn arguing about something. I smiled at myself while jumping off the cart and walked up to the two men. “Hey boys. Do you guys like my new gear? It’s not to showy is it?” I did a small turn poking my ass out just a little.

“Yeah baby it looks good. All the men here are gonna get in trouble if you don’t keep your distance.” Jeff said as he raised an eyebrow. He pushed my hip making me turn again. I giggled at the contact.

“Finn, you have anything to say?” I bat my eyelashes at Finn and grabbed his hand.

“Do you always flirt and tease this much?” Finn said as he looked between me and Jeff.

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Saudade (1)

Bucky x Reader

Saudade: (n.) Portuguese for a melancholic nostalgia for someone or something from the past.

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: swearing, violence, angst


Part 2 

Originally posted by ariesw1493

She fell off the train first.

She died, or she at least thinks she did.

She remembers hearing Bucky scream after her as he clung to the loose metal bar on the train. She remembers him fall off right after she did. His screams echoed off the mountain tops as they both plunged further and further to their deaths. She wanted to scream out to him. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, how much he meant to her, but her voice was gone. Instead, it was filled with gut wrenching screams.

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The Stag and The Bastard

IMAGINE: Being the younger sister of Robert, Stannis and Renly and meeting Jon Snow in the kitchens during the feast. 

[gif is not mine. creds to the owner. part of the poetry series, this time it’s based off lang leav’s ‘someone like you’.] 

warnings: none

words: 2.0k +

‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?…’

She could feel the stares of the people as she walked into the hall, nevertheless she kept walking her chin held up high. (Y/N) knew why they were staring. Of course it was very uncommon for such a highborn lady to not wear dresses, but it was so trivial. She could hear Robert’s voice from the end of the hall, she could practically see Cersei rolling her eyes at her husband’s behaviour.  

“Sister!” She looked at her brother at the centre of the table, gesturing for her to hurry along and break her fast with them.

“Brother,” she greeted him when she was close enough. She walked past the Stark and the Baratheon children. She wasn’t older than them by any means, basically the same age as Robb but nonetheless she was royalty.

“Why are you dressed like a man?” Renly spoke, smirking when he saw his sister’s reaction.

“I’m going around Winterfell today to see what there is,” she looked around at the faces. Robert looked on with interest as well as Cersei, Stannis looked indifferent and Renly just looked amused. “As well as around the North.”

“Do you have an escort my lady?” Catelyn spoke from her far left. “We have plenty of escorts to show you around.”

(Y/N)’s gaze turned to Cat, she smiled softly and shook her head. “Thank you, but I already have an escort. A suitable one, one that I chose myself.”

“Who is it?”

“Jon Snow,” she could practically feel the anger radiate from Cat as soon as she said that name. (Y/N) smiled at her, this time with an all knowing smile, without another word she took her seat and sat beside Renly.

“You’re stirring things up sister,” Renly whispered softly.

“I’m not,” she responded. Renly gave her a knowing look. “Okay, maybe I am but I’m not intentionally doing it.”

“How did you even get to meet Jon Snow? How did you get him as the escort?”

“So many questions brother,” (Y/N) twirled her fork and looked at the table below them. She looked for the familiar black hair but knowing better. Of course he wasn’t at the table with them. He was probably alone outside, or maybe he was inside a barn? Or in the kitchens, much like he was last night.

The clanging sounds of pots and pans echoed across the narrow hall where (Y/N) walked, she could see the faint light of the kitchens. A booming laugh echoed across the hall, knowing that it came from her over joyous brother from the feast behind her.

“Your Highness?” A servant stood before, curtsying. “Is something the matter?”

(Y/N) softly smiled, “No.” She pointed to the room where the light was coming from, “Is this the kitchens?”

“Yes my lady,” (Y/N) nodded ending the conversation. The servant curtsied again and hurried off.

(Y/N) walked towards the kitchen, she could hear the conversations that were being held. She heard her name being mentioned, with quiet movements she moved to the alcove just before it.

“I’m telling you Myl, that girl is no Highborn woman, nor a Princess,” a woman with a gruff voice sounded. “The way that she holds herself, she’s more interested in cajoling with the men and knights than being properly trained as a royal. I hear that she’s the black sheep in that family.” (Y/N) could imagine the tittering imbeciles edging in closer trying to catch up on the latest gossip while they make the food. 

(Y/N) clenched her fist together, she’s heard this over the years of course. She preferred to be in the company of men as she wanted to fight, not what everyone else seem to think so. She’s heard the whispers, the rumours from servants to noble people alike. But she was never the black sheep of the family. When she said that she would rather fight and train with the soldiers, her brothers had reservations it wasn’t until Jaime Lannister came to her aid and supported her. From then on she’s become one of the fiercest and merciless fighters of Westeros.

“That’s why she’s called the Iron Princess,” another voice joined in. “She has no mercy. No sympathy, she’s more like a Lannister than a Baratheon. She’s a whore too I hear.” There was more that the woman was going to say but she was interrupted when a voice yelled out ‘enough’.

“You mustn’t say things like that,” she’s heard that voice before. Earlier in the day. “She’s different aye, but that does not matter. If she hears you saying things like this then we’ll see if she has mercy or not.” She could hear the sounds of his shoes as he walked around the room. “Even then if rumours are circulated around it won’t be just her who would be spiteful, it will be her brothers and the Lannisters, even my father.”

It was true of course, what he just said. She was loved by her brothers, and she was loved by the Lannisters. Tywin practically raised her when her father died.

“Be careful what you say around here. Now go on, I think it’s the next course you wouldn’t want them to be waiting now do you?” She could hear all of their feet move across the floor, she burrowed herself to the wall when they passed, strangely enough they were all quiet.

“Thank you for that,” (Y/N) said softly as she walked into the kitchens. She saw Jon jump a little bit and held in her laugh. She watched as he turned around almost tripping over his own feet.

“Your Highness,” he bowed.


“I beg your pardon?”

She walked towards him, “I don’t like titles. We’re all the same when we’re buried in the ground,” she shrugged. “Although dead kings garner more respect and admiration than actual living people.”

“I’m sorry for what they said. They hear rumours and they speculate.”

She shrugged, “I’ve heard far worse from far worse people Jon Snow, no worries.” (Y/N) walked along the bench, scrunching her nose up at the various smells and dirtiness of the kitchen. “Some rumours do tend to stem from the truth,” he looked at her, his dark eyes following her every move. She looked at him and smirked, “Some rumours. Not all though.”

Jon cleared his throat, not believing that (Y/N) Baratheon the most sought out person in all of the Seven Kingdoms was here with him, the bastard of Winterfell. “How does one weave out the lies and find the truth?”

She tapped her lip with her finger and thought for a moment. “If they know you well enough, love you or care for you, they know.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here with me?”

(Y/N) stared at him, “I didn’t want to be here with you.”

Jon looked down, she sighed, “I meant that I come to the kitchens sometimes so I can be alone and eat,” she grinned at him. “The company that I have right now is an added bonus. The good kind.”

“But I’m a bastard, the bastard,” Jon emphasized. He knew that he was treated far worse than the usual bastards because he was Ned Stark’s.

“And?” She sat down at one of the stools and gestured for him to do the same. “I don’t care if you’re a bastard, Ned Stark’s or not. I told you, I hate figurative titles.” (Y/N) looked at the plate of pies, took it and passed one to Jon. “Now to lighter topics, what is there to see about the dreary and grey North?”

“I could show you tomorrow, if you’d like.” Jon offered as gratefully took the pie from her.

(Y/N) chewed her pie slowly and stared at Jon, enjoying making him squirm as he waits for her answer. Finally she swallowed the piece and poured herself some wine. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer Jon Snow,” she said before she sipped the wine.

There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism…’ 

“Sister?” Renly gently nudged her with his elbow. She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at her brother. “You were far away all of a sudden.”

She smiled cordially at him, “Just remembering dear brother, no need to worry.”

Renly huffed, “I wasn’t worried. I just thought you were going insane.”

(Y/N) took another forkful of sausage in her mouth, took her napkin and gently dabbed away the grease. She looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw that Jon appeared. He seemed hesitant to walk towards her but she nodded at him and started walking. (Y/N) stood up, her chair scraping across the floors as she walked down the steps to greet Jon.

“What are you doing here?” Cat looked at Jon, disdain still in her eyes and her voice.

Jon looked at (Y/N) then at Cately, then at the rest of the table. Each pair of eyes now directed at him. “I invited him.” He heard (Y/N)’s voice coming from his right and he smiled at her. “He’s my guest.”

(Y/N) stood next to Jon, linking her arms with him. She looked at his face and smiled, then turned to the table and arched a brow, silently asking if they had any objections.

“A bastar-,” Cately’s words were taken from her mouth as Robert laughed.

“The more the merrier!” He knew that if Catelyn finished her words, his sister’s temper would flare up and as amusing it would be he still liked Catelyn, and it would cause some tension if his sister accidentally hurt her.

“Come Jon,” she led him to sit next to her. “Break your fast then you show me what the North has to offer.” Jon could feel the stares of everyone as he sat down. He smiled meekly at Robb and Arya who were staring at him unflinchingly.

…It is something I can always keep close to me -to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine…’ 

As he prepared the saddles for the horses, Jon felt a presence behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Jaime Lannister, in his golden glory. “I don’t know what you’re doing with (Y/N), but if you harm her in anyway I’ll be forced to kill you in her honour.” Jaime passed the bag that Jon needed. “And it won’t just be my wrath that you have to watch out for.” He nodded towards Tywin who was conversing with Littlefinger and Ned on the other side of the courtyard.

Jon nodded and swallowed the nervousness that he was feeling. He knew that (Y/N) was one of the most beloved people in Westeros and if he certainly did hurt her then nothing could ever save him, not even all of the Gods.

He watched as (Y/N) came out of the castle, still in her outfit from the morning, her dark hair flowing behind her. He spotted the Queen walking beside her and watched as they conversed quietly. 

“Be careful (Y/N), the North is harsh and unforgiving.”

“Much like the Lannisters, Cersei, I will be fine.” She hugged her goodsister and bid her farewell. (Y/N) walked towards Jon as he held the two reins, passing one to her. “Are you ready Jon?”

He nodded and waited for her to saddle up, then joined her. Jon looked back at the courtyard, he could feel their stares, waiting for him to mess up but alas he did not. He looked at Cersei, her eyes never leaving his, he nodded at her hoping that he received the message that he will not hurt her and no harm will come to her. She nodded and walked towards her father.

Jon looked at (Y/N) who was now staring at him with curious eyes, “Don’t worry Jon, I’ll make sure I won’t fall off my horse so they won’t kill you.” She gave a hearty laugh one that usually comes from Robert. He gave her a small smile. Sensing the hesitancy and nervousness, she trotted her horse towards him. “I’m too interested in you Jon Snow, to ever let any harm come to you.”

This time he smiled at her genuinely. “Now let’s go, I can’t wait to see the different shades of grey I can find in the North!” He watched as she trotted her horse to the gates. Jon looked back at everyone, this time their stares more warm than before but still cautious.

 As he rode alongside (Y/N), her words filling the cold air, he couldn’t help but feel right and complete. Even if he was a bastard, he can damn well show her how much of a man he could be. 

‘…No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.’ 

The Map Room - Smut

Originally posted by stvlinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Thomas/Reader 
Words: 1198
AN: @writing-obrien wanted Thomas sin. I wrote this in 30 mins don’t judge me. 💕 

“Thomas what are you doing? Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer as he dragged you into the map room, his head whipping back and forth to check if anyone was around to see you. Most of the Gladers were in bed, or over by the fire pit, so it looked like you were in the clear.

“Thomas?” You tried again.

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Originally posted by bossybishqueenbaozi

author: admin Jazzi 


warning: smutty smut smut smutty smut

word count:1.4k

               You starred at the clock, waiting for the hand to hit 12pm.

You bit your lip, your fingers tapped the table top, impatiently.  You had been waiting, since last night for this. Your professor, Min Yoongi, who you’ve had a heated affair with for the past 6 months, texted you telling you to meet him in his office during your lunch break. You were so excited, watching him during class.

Everything about him made you excited today. His white button up shirt, which fit tight on his body, he left two buttons undone and he sleeves rolled up.  Even his glasses were driving you wild today; he drove you wild when his muscles flexed from reaching up to push them up on his face.

The clock finally struck 12 and the other students rushed out. You followed the crowd and slipped into his office, which was pretty close to his classroom.

You sat down in his chair, patiently waiting for him to enter.

Yoongi tended to take his time when he knew you were waiting for him. It was his way of teasing you, since when he came in he’d get right to business.

This time he was taking extra long. About 15 minutes passed and you decided to text him.

To Yoons: Are you on your way??

Another five minutes passed, before he answered you.

From Yoons : Be patient baby, I have a surprise for you.

Your face lit up. His surprises were always the best, the last time he surprised you, you got good head and a new car.

Yoongi was that type of person. You never asked him for anything; but he spoiled you just because her wanted to. Even though your relationship with him was sexual, there were definite perks that showed you he still cared about your well being. You lived well since meeting him, a new apartment, vacations, and shopping sprees, whenever he felt like it.

You thought about all the possible things it could be, when Yoongi walked in. You stood up, excited to see your gift, and you were taken aback to see, Park Jimin trailing behind him.

Jimin was a senior, and fine as hell. You took Yoongi’s class together. He was a dance major with an amazing body. You often caught yourself looking at him as he walked, or smiling like a fool when he passed you around campus. He was gorgeous; but what was he doing here?

“Yoongi what’s going on?” you asked starring at the two men.

“Surprise.” Jimin said, walking towards you.  Your eyes followed Yoongi, who locked the door.

He turned around with a smirk, leaning against the wall and watching jimin, as he snaked his arm around your waist.

“I noticed you sneaking away to Mr. Min’s office.” Jimin admitted as his lips made contact with your neck.

“and since I notice you looking at him all the time, I asked him to join us.” Yoongi said.

Jimin kissed up and down your neck slowly, as his hands squeezed and massaged your ass.

You moaned out softly, as you relaxed into Jimin’s touch. He picked you up and placed you on the desk. You watched him carefully as he removed his shirt. Your eyes moved to Yoongi as you heard his footsteps approaching you.

You lifted your shirt, revealing the bra of the red lace lingerie set Yoongi bought you. He bit his lip, a slight smile stretching across his face. He loved when you wore what he bought you.

He walked next to you, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing firmly.

His finger trailed up to the button of your jeans, only needing his one hand to unbutton them.

Yoongi nibbled on your ear, and Jimin on your neck.

Your moans, constantly flowed as both men undressed you down to your panties. Your clothes and bra slung across the office. Jimin laid you back, dropping to his knees in front of you. He spread your legs, letting them hang over his shoulders, as he thumbed over your clothed clit.

You moaned out his name, your back arching off the table.

Yoongi leaned in and his tongue flicked over your nipple carefully. His tongue swirled around your erect nipple.

You gripped the bottom of his shirt, tightly. Jimin was already driving you at full speed towards your orgasm. His fingers pumped in and out of you, quickly, and his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit.

“come for us, baby.” Yoongi mumbled against your skin.

Your body shuttered to his words. Your eyes shut tightly as you came all over  Jimin’s fingers.

               Your eyes slowly opened your eyes, as Jimin stood up, and removed his fingers from you. He smiles softly and kissing your inner thigh, caressing it gently. He and Yoongi switched positions, while you collected yourself. It didn’t seem real, their hands all over you.

The boy you had fantasized about, and the man that always made you feel amazing, were both making your body shake with pleasure and drip with excitement.

Yoongi moved between your legs, his member springing up as he took off his pants and boxers. The sound of Jimin’s zipper moving, rang in your ear.

You glanced over at the younger boy, marveling at the sight of him.

Your breath hitched as Yoongi filled you up in one quick motion. His hips moving swiftly as he began to pound into your pussy roughly.

You had little time to mask in the pleasure, when your focus was drawn to Jimin who pressed the tip of his member to your slightly parted lips.

You happily welcomed him into your mouth, opening it wide to receive his length. He moaned out lowly, feeling your warm mouth around his cock. He placed his hand on the back of your head. His hips rocked back and forth, slowly, as he  casually fucked  your mouth.              

Yoongi buried his cock deep inside you.                 His hands firmly squeezed your hips. Your moans muffled by Jimin’s cock; but still clearly heard.  You didn’t have anything else to hold on to, so your nails dug into Yoongi’s forearm. The pleasure he was delivering to you sent chills down your spine.  

The taste of Jimin on your tongue and the feel of Yoongi fucking you was sending you over.

You were so close to your second orgasm. Your walls squeezed around Yoongi’s cock. You screamed as his speed increased, his thumb rubbing rhythmed circles into your clit.

Jimin pushed his cock deep into your throat, his own moans growing louder, and his hips thrusting faster.

You watched a he bit down on his lip, probably to keep from moaning loudly, only low grunts escaping from his lips.

He gripped your hair lightly and as he grew closer to his orgasm his lips parted and his head tilted his head back, in pleasure. Moans flowed from his lips along with soft whispers of profanities.

You gripped tightly to yoongi’s arm as your orgasm washed over you.

In the same instance Jimin pulled your head back, with loud moans , he stroked himself, until his seed erupted onto your face, covering your lips.

He let go of your head, catching his breath as he gently kissed your lips.

Yoongi pushed your legs up, spreading them wider, as his thrust became rough. His finger tips dug into your thighs.

Jimin’s hand worked its way to your clit. Both of them working to bring you a third orgasm. At high speed they drove you over once more. Both you and Yoongi coming  explosively.

Yoongi balanced himself over you.

Your eyes were hazy but you could see he and Jimin smiling at each other. Both seemed satisfied with how worn out you wore.

Jimin smiled sweetly as they both cleaned you up and dressed you.

 “looks like we’re going to meet with Jimin more often.” Yoongi said with a gummy smile.

You rubbed your eyes, nodding softly, trying to remove the sleep from your eyes. You were worn out and ready for a nap. You definitely needed to skip your next class.

They both kissed your cheeks, and Jimin walked you out to your car.

Before you got in he pulled you close wrapping his arms around your waist. “Next time, ill be fucking you.” He winked and opened your door for you.

As you drove off you saw Jimin waving through your mirror.

What an exciting time you were going to have with these two.

a/n:bless my soul. Jimin and yoongi are 2 of the biggest bias wreckers. I’m so tired after this.

-admin jazzi🥔

Stereotypes (Sherlock x reader)

A/N/Summary: Because stereotypes suck, that’s why. No, really. Every time I see a fanfic about reader on her periods it’s always painful and crying and shouting. Not everyone gets to be victimized (as much at least) by their hormones and act stereotypically influenced by what’s going on in the between of their legs. of course I’m not hating on anyone who experiences those symptoms what so ever! Why would I? I mean, it hurts for me too these days, but about two years ago I never felt anything when I were on my periods. No pain, no mood swings (still no mood swings, no changes in my diet) but I know there are more girls and women who do not ’belong’ to that typical period experiencing category. So this for you girls, for them who experience their periods ’differently’.

You were cooking in the kitchen while Sherlock sat behind you, on the other side of the kitchen table. You and him and been chatting twenty minutes straight about stereotypes. You couldn’t even remember anymore how you two had ended up with this subject, but you felt happy for it. You felt like you were educating your smart ass friend by answering to his questions.

”Pink as a favorite color?” Sherlock had dig into the more ridiculous stereotypes by now as he, for a man who read science and biology hardly believed in stereotypes, had already questioned you of the ’hard ones’.

”That is more of an opinion question.” You taunted with a disappointed smirk. Sherlock hummed signaling you he had heard you, but not giving away how he felt for your statement.

Sherlock had his elbows on the table, his palms pressed together and fingers touching his chin. He was staring at you intently, his eyes blinking rarely, but it didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. You knew that look. You had seen him making it when he was hearing out his clients. If a case was interesting enough his stare would deepen, eyes wide just slightly and head tilting upwards.

”What about women riding cars?” You asked from Sherlock instead after a minute of silence. He scoffed, rolling his eyes and closing them for a long second, then frustratedly waved his hands and let them rest on the table. ”That is a stereotype that can’t be proven by biology, mostly.” He said the last word after giving it a second thought. ”Comparing women and men on driving and ending up with the solution that favors the stereotype is impossible. There are numerous studies that prove against it. Women have actually been said to be better at driving than men, known to be more considerate and less erratic than men.” He said without skipping a beat.

”I wasn’t doubting it.” You cut in to his rant.

”Good.” He said. You waited a second before coming up with another question, but Sherlock got there first as his gaze on you deepened. You knew from the look that this would be a tricky question for you to answer to. He had drawn his hands together again, giving you the look as if you were his client and he had just heard your story staring to get interesting, his eyes lit up as he went to ask his perfect question.

”Acting differently while menstruation.” He said the words carefully, but held the intimidating look on his face as if this was the question that would beat you. Of course it wasn’t a contest. Or to you it wasn’t. Okay, maybe it was, but only if you would be challenged. Sherlock of course didn’t much base his opinions on stereotypes but to facts and science so you couldn’t feel bad for what ever the real answer to these presumptions would be. You knew Sherlock would only give you answers based on truth.

”A stereotype.” You answered and expected him to go for the next, but the look that spread on his face signaled that this was far from over. His eyes went wide, then a disagreeing scowl took place on his pale face and he questioned: ”A stereotype?” You nodded your head and repeated the words after him.

”No it isn’t. Biologically women are influenced by their hormones while on their periods. It affects on their emotions and acts. I’ve seen you throw a fit repeatedly and as days go by then you becoming your peaceful and carefree self again.” Sherlock had kept an eye on you, trying to track down your behavior in an experiment bases, but your mood swings usually didn’t match with his calculations.

”You have been eating junk food three days or more in a row,-” You cut him off there and said, ”I’m on my periods, Sherlock.” He looked at you in silence a second before smiling doubtingly at you. ”No, you had your menstruation last week.” He was referring to your last weeks bad mood, how you easily got angry and would snap when approached.

”No, I didn’t. I’m on my periods right now.” You stated and put your hands on your waist. ”And like I just said, it’s a stereotype that girls act off while on periods. I may not know how the hormones work on me, but I know I’m quite the same when I’m on them.” You waited for Sherlock to say something but instead he just urged you to continue with your speech by nodding his head. ”I never feel pain or spontaneously change my diet. The only thing that might be different is that I need to use the bathroom more often on bad days.”

Sherlock gave you one last suspicious look and then asked you, ”Are you sure?” You wanted to slap him. Were you sure you were on your periods? Yes. Were you sure you were in control of your moods and acts? Definitely.

”Yes, Sherlock.” You sighed. ”Like I said, I’m not feeling any different and I am hundred precent sure I’m on my periods.”

”Interesting.” Sherlock muttered as his eyes fell on the table. You arched an eyebrow at that. Was it really? You couldn’t help but blurt out, ”Really?” His eyes lift up and he looked at you. ”Really.” He said. ”Tell me more.”

You hesitated, but then opened your mouth to ask him anyway, ”Of what?”

”Of your symptoms while on your periods.” He rushed you to educate him.

”I don’t know…” You awkwardly muttered and scratched the back of your head, leaning against the kitchen counter behind you. Sherlock questioned why not and you could feel yourself blush a bit. ”It’s not something men and women comfortably discuss about. I don’t want to gross you out.”

Sherlock stood up from his chair, the legs of the said furniture making a noise while sweeping over the wooden floor. He walked right in front of you and took a stand before you. He put his hands on each side of your face and made you look at him, his soft eyes reaching for yours and when they met you couldn’t look away.

”You would never.” And he kissed your forehead. You smirked at his statement and had to ask him was that a challenge, to which he only chuckled.

(Okay, now my thumb hurts like hell, guess I’ll need to stop writing for today…. and for some reason I feel like this sucks, ugh…)

Possessive // Jughead Jones

Can you do an jughead imagine? Where the reader is a really good singer and archie asks for the readers help, So jughead get really jealous. BTW I really love your work!! THANK you for blessing us with your talent in literature!!♡♡♡

I need some possessive jughead x reader pls ☺🙈

Honestly you’re the sweetest thing since…I don’t even know what but thank you! I hope you enjoy this one guys! Sorry it’s taking me a while to get through these, I’m actually getting requests and I’m shocked 😂 I may have to put them on hold so I can finish the ones that are still waiting. Love you guys! 💕


‘Okay, seriously, I get you love your burgers and their god’s gift to creation, but, so am I. So, can I please just have one bite? Please?’ I pleaded with my boyfriend, pouting and resting my chin on his shoulder.

'Y/N, I asked you if you wanted your own and you said no.’ He pointed out, taking a teasing bite of his mouth watering burger.

'Because I wasn’t hungry then, so I’m hungry now.’ I argued, reaching for the burger, only for Jughead with this long arms to lift it out of my reach, causing me to glare at him, crossing my arms.

'Fine, no kisses then for you.’ I smirked a little, seeing his own smirk drop, raising his eyebrow.

'Oh really?’ He teased, whilst I could feel his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. He went to lean in as I turned my head.

'Really.’ I smiled innocently. The bell dinged in Pop’s, Archie walking into the restaurant. He looked around until he spotted the two of us, giving us a wave before walking over and joining us.

'Great, just the person I needed to see.’ He smiled, sitting down and wresting his elbows on the table.

'Arch, you see enough of me in your own house.’ Jughead laughed, taking another bite of his burger with a satisfied smirk.


'Actually, I was talking about Y/N.’ I frowned a little in confusion, a small smile still on my face.

'Why do you need me for?’

'Well, you’re a singer, aren’t you?’ Archie asked, making me duck my head a little. I had a minor stage fright if people hearing my voice, especially the likes of Josie and the Pussycats.

'I’m average.’

Archie scoffed. 'Yeah, okay, whatever you want to believe. Anyway, I’m having trouble singing and writing this new song, I think I need your help to finish it and make it a duet.’

I laughed, smiling at Jughead who looked between the two of us. 'Um, are you sure that you want my help? You could go to Josie or Valerie?’

'No, I need your help. You’ll know how to fix this the best.’

'Alright, I’ll bed and assist. When?’

'Tomorrow, my house?’ He asked, smiling. I nodded cheerfully, seeing him grin at me. 'Great, I’ll see you then. I’ve gotta go, but, see you later Y/N, see you at home, Jug!’ Archie called out, walking out of Pop’s.

I shook my head, laughing a bit. 'This will be interesting I can assure you.’

Jughead remained quiet, a comfortable arm around my waist. 'Look, Y/N…’ he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, 'I don’t want you doing this with Archie.’

'Wait - what? Why not?’ I asked, turning my body more towards him.

'With Archie’s history now, Ms. Grundy, then Veronica, then Valarie, Cheryl…I don’t trust him with you.’

'Can you trust me to be with him? And trust if he tries anything, you can deal with him your way?’ I bit my lip, seeing him sigh in annoyance. He didn’t look happy.

'Y/N, he’s becoming a player. You’re not going to do this with him.’

'You’ll be there.’

'Yeah, then he’ll make an excuse to get you two alone to work together on the live song he’s planning on writing. I’m not stupid.’


'No, Y/N. You’re not doing this.’


'Because he could easily take you away from me!’ He exclaimed, running his hands over his face. I bit my lip, looking at his frustrated facial expression. He’d never acted like this before, he never acted so worried.

I moved closer to him, resting my head on his chest. I felt him wrap his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head. 'I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.’ I told him.

'No, I’m sorry - I overreacted. If you want to do this, I should trust you. I mean - it’s just, I don’t trust…’

'You don’t trust Archie.’ I concluded, nodding my head. 'It’s alright. I’m a big girl, Jug. I can take care of myself.’

'I know,’ he chuckled, kissing the top of my head. 'Sometimes I forget that. Just remember one thing; you’re mine.’

I chuckled, lifting my head up to look at him. 'And you’re mine.’ I replied cheekily, pecking his lips longingly.

'I’m okay with that.’ He replied, kissing my forehead.

More Then One Dirty Girl (Negan X Reader Smut)

Originally posted by rikkisixx

(Gif Not Mine)

A/N: Hey so this is my first time writing on tumblr, I hope you guys liked. I appreciate feedback and I know this may not be the best written smut out there.



Warnings: SMUT! Oral sex (Female receiving), Fingering, Unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up, before you tap it kids)

Summary: Basically you are Ricks daughter (Seems to be a common theme in all the imagines I read) He shows up at your house then you two do the freaky deeky.

I stand cooking dinner for my little brother and my father humming softly. I had my hair pulled up off my face in a messy bun. I hear the door open and wipe off my hands,

“Back so soon papa” I walk out to see my dad looking at me warily, Lucille in his hand. “Why do you-” I stop when I see the reason walk up brushing past my father.

“And who might this lovely little fucking flower be Ricky?” Negan coos in his southern accent making my face contort slightly into a sneer.

“This is my daughter (Y/N)” Dad says distantly keeping his eyes on me then on my brother Carl as he comes down stairs holding Judith.

“You have two goddamn daughters” Negan says focusing his attention back in my father after eyeing me up and down. “Why the Fuck did it take you so long to introduce me to the hot one”

“Watch it” My father growls gripping the bat tighter and Negan looks back down at him raising a brow.

“What was that?” Negan says looking at my father with a glare, “Wanna fucking speak up?” Before he can says anything I stop him.

“I suppose you’ll be staying for dinner then” I say giving my father a warning glance, the leather clad man turns his attention to me seemingly to forget about my dad for a moment.

“Yes, in fact I will be” He smiles brilliantly at me and I walk to carl taking Judith and send him to clean up.

“Ill set you a plate then” I say and Look at my dad. “You go clean up too Papa, Michonne went out to get a few things” My father looks from me to Negan.

“You heard her Rick, Go wash the fuck up” He chastises

“And I would appreciate less swearing in front of the baby” I say looking at Negan and he raises his hands in mock defence

“I’m sorry, I’ll try my best” He winks and takes his baseball bat, back from my father.

“Good” I say simply and walk back to the kitchen only to be followed by the man himself.

I ignore him the best I can, setting Judith down on her high chair and move back to cooking trying to ignore the man looking through the cupboards and drawers.

“You know, you’re too pretty to be left here alone, with no man to satisfy your….needs” Negan says suggestively making me roll my eyes.

I had to admit he was quite the charmer, he wasn’t that bad to look at ether. Strong, bold, protective not to mention he radiated power and dominance. But he was the enemy and also was a huge dick.

“I think i’m doing just fine by myself” I reply calmly, I hadn’t notices he moved closer and was now basically hovering over me, his chest almost pressed to my back.

“Are you sure about that darlin’” he coos in my ear his leather clad hand wandering across my bare thigh since I was only in a short red sun dress.

“Positive” I say half heartedly, and hear footsteps from the stairs and clear my throat my face flushing and I bend down grabbing some plates and hear him groan.

“You’re fucking killing me Doll” He growls and I smirk and move away and set out the plates on the table getting Judith again.

“I’m sure my papa would be pleased to hear that” I flip my hair and set Judith down making sure she was in properly.

My father and brother come down the stairs and Michonne comes in, she glares silently at Negan and I look up at him worried he may become aggressive, I bite my lip to find he was more focused on me then on Michonne or the others in my family. I sigh and go get dinner placing it on the table and Negan sits looking at me as I move to sit beside Jude,

“Ah ah sweetheart, come sit beside me and Lucille” He says his southern accent lacing his words and I look at my dad who just looks down at his plate.

“Fine” I huff and switch seats with Carl sitting down and going to take a bite of salad then feel a hand on my thigh halfway through dinner.

I try to ignore it as Negan started to talk with my father about something I wasn’t paying attention to his words just his hand move up my skirt. I carefully place my hand on his as to not draw attention and try to move it away. Only to have him grip my thigh harder making me bite my lip at the feeling of his warm calloused hands.

He keeps talking to my father as he slides his hand just above my core, tugging away my panites and pushing one of his long slender fingers in making me let out a gasp. My very tense family looks at me and I smile weakly.

“You all fucking right doll” Negan says and I shoot him a glare.

I was unable to speak and just stare down at my fork gripping it tightly as he continues his work. I bite the inside of my cheek and look over at him pleading him silently to ether stop or go faster I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted at this point.

As dinner progressed Negan’s movements started to speed up, we had almost finished eating, well my family not me. When he decided it was time to stop before I was able to climax, he didn’t pull his fingers out just left them there causing my hips to buck which gave me an idea. I hold his wrist under the table and start to move my hips subtly. I look up at him as he stares back lustfully at me. I keep going and watch the man before me swallow thickly and turn back to my father.

“So that supplies better be fucking ready by the time I leave this goddamn house or there will be hell to pay. So I suggest you and your little girlfriend here head out to check on everything.” Negan says lowly and I watch Michonne tense her shoulders and My dad simply nod standing up and taking her with him. “You go to shorty” Negan says addressing Carl and he grits his teeth picking up Jude.

I feel myself get wetter at his dominant tone and I’m sure he felt it to because he presses his thumb against my clit making me whimper at the sudden burst of pleasure. I watch as my family leaves and Negan suddenly lifts me up onto the table. Ripping my panties down and pushing my knees apart and licking his lips.

“Fuck doll, you are going to be the best fucking meal i’ll have had all day” He says and buries his faces in between my thighs.

I moan and grip his hair pulling it and relishing in the feeling of his salt and pepper beard scratch against my thighs deliciously. My hips buck up he brings a rough hand to hold them back down as he flicks his tongue against my slit. I feel myself begin to come and let out a loud moan.

“FUCK” I shout “Negan i-im gonna” He cuts me off

“Cum for me baby, Cum for daddy” He says against my pussy and I tug his hair roughly and pull him up off my face before I could.

“I want your cock in me before I do” I say breathlessly and watch a wide grin bless his features and he quickly tugs his pants and boxers down and rams into me, causing my back to arch up from the table and claw my nails into his wrists. I moan and he keeps going ramming into me roughly and letting out low grunts and moan. I lean up and bite his lip roughly as he keeps going. I feel myself cum and close my eyes unable to make any noises since I was in pure euphoria. He kept going though and I feel myself start to cum again and look up at him as sweat beaded on his brow and trailed down his forehead and cheekbones. He kept going his hips slamming into mine and I let out little whimpers pulling his face down to mine kissing him roughly.

“Jesus, how long has it been since you’ve been, properly, fucked” He grunts through each thrust.

“A while, but your doing a good job of it” I moan and he thrusts a few more time before I cum again and he follows.

We both lay there panting for a minute and I bite my lip as he soon stands and pulls his pants up going to get a cloth and coming back, cleaning me up and pulling my panties up. I smile a little at his gentleness as he picks up lucille and sling her over his shoulder.

“Looks like I now have more than one, dirty girl” He winks and with that struts out of the house leaving me breathless, and wanting more.

Not Just Any Woman. Sherlock.

Requests: 1) Oh my god requests are open!!! Can I request a dom possessive Sherlock smut where the reader gets jealous of Irene and so to get back at him she starts talking to other guys and Sherlock gets all possessive and jealous??? and 2) Can I get a smut with Sherlock where he & the reader have a fight and then have rough (with concence always) make up sex against the wall or on a table (definitely not it bedroom if you can) thank YOU!  Love ur blog & the days requests are open💝 

Triggers: Smut. Jealousy. Angry sex.

Word Count: 1395

Enjoy ;D

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Safe at Last (Part 4):

Okay so I’ve decided to just post every two days since it’s kind of been a cycle…but there was a SERIOUS delay because either A) tumblr isn’t working on my mac or B) something is wrong with my mac/wifi idk and honestly I’m a little upset.

So I’m typing this on a random desktop computer =( Again thanks for the all the support and although I would love to tag everyone again, it’s just gotten to be way TOO many at this point. So I’ll just tag a few people who have voiced their support so far… 












So I have added another wonderful twist (not in this part) but much ahead that I think a lot of writers have missed out on so stay tuned! 

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Calm Down.

You hadn’t heard from Sebastian all day which was weird, because even when he was full of interviews and appearances, he always made time to at least text you telling you that he loves you. You weren’t sure if you should be worried or if he was just extra busy. Your mind went through all the situations he could be in; in trouble or just answering questions. 

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Due to having high, demanding jobs it was such a rare gift to just get the chance to spend a lazy day with Mac. You forgot what it felt like, to slip on comfortable clothes and have the luxury of doing absolutely nothing. Your body was stretched out on the couch, reading one of your favourite books while Mac was just inches away working on an old bike. The atmosphere was peaceful and created a sense of calm. You made sure that snacks were close by, just because getting up right now would ruin this feeling of relaxation.

However what you didn’t plan for was visitors, the doorbell rang throughout the house causing you to tilt your head back and groan. “Are you going to get that?”, your lovely boyfriend asked, who was too busy working on repairing his bike. “Are you?”, retorting back to him. Mac stopped what he was doing and lifted his head to face you, the doorbell ringing once again. “On any other occasion I would, but it’s way easier for you to get up then me right now”.

Setting the book down on the coffee table, you arched an eyebrow towards him. “It’s your house, therefore you should answer the door”. Another ring of the doorbell echoed, “It’s our house and you’re trying to make up an excuse, cause your lazy ass doesn’t want to get off the couch. Mac replied, showing off his charming smile.

“Fine I’ll get it. And you can watch this lazy ass walk to the door”. Your feet hit the floorboard. Making your way past Mac, you stuck your tongue out at Mac which earned a deep chuckle from him. “You make that sound like it’s a bad thing, I’m getting a great view from down here”. He cheekily added. Lightly smacking his shoulder, you shook your head and went to answer the door to find out who had interrupted your lazy day.


anonymous asked:

What if you Niall and bressie were hanging out and Niall got a bit jealous

Maybe you were staring a little long. You didn’t mean to. Niall was your boyfriend and you adored him but you were only human. And just because you were in awe of the way Bressie’s t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, didn’t mean you would ever do anything. But when Niall had to repeat his question and squeeze your knee to get your attention off of Bressie’s huge hands, you could see a little flash of anger in his eyes. You grabbed his hand in yours and squeezed it, smiling at him in reassurance and made a point to keep your focus on Niall. When Bres raised his arms and his taut abs were revealed as his t-shirt raised you sucked in a breath and quickly looked away. But Niall had caught it. Fuck.

When you got home, Niall was annoyed and you deserved it. He stomped into the house and you followed him. He went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you pressed your cheek between his shoulder blades. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. He shrugged. “About what?” You stiffened. What could you say? “Sorry I was ogling your friend” didn’t seem like it would help anything. After taking a deep swig of his beer, he set it down and turned in your arms. “Are you sorry you were checking out my friend?” “I wasn’t….” “no it’s okay,” he’d say, “he’s a good looking guy, big as a fucking house. I get it.” He pushed your arms off and walked away. Rushing after him, you grabbed his arm. He spun around and grabbed you by the back of the neck, pulling you in for an angry kiss, the force of his lips against you branding you. You’d feel him against you for hours. His hand fisted in your hair and he backed you against the kitchen table. His other hand gripped your hip and held you against him and he rocked forward. His thick cock was hard between you and you moaned into his mouth. “Doesn’t matter who you look at, I’m the one you come home to,” he growled against your mouth. “Yes,” you whispered back. “I’m the one you want, the one you let inside you.” “Yes please Niall. I need you.” His hands on your hips lifted you so you were sitting on the edge of the table. He used his big hand on your sternum to press you back against the cold wood. You watched with your bottom lip between your teeth as he pushed your dress up over your hips, baring your bottom half to his gaze. Slowly he lowered your panties and threw them behind him. With the same deliberateness, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his hips along with his boxers. His angry cock stood hard and leaking in front of him. He stroked it a few times before running the top through the folds of your wet center. You groaned, your back arching off the table. Slowly, he pushed into you. You felt every inch of him, the drag of his heavy cock against your walls lighting a fire in your stomach. Your eyes met as he pulled out. With a determined stare, he thrust into you, bottoming out, his pelvis hitting yours. You cried out, gripping the sides of the table with your hand as he began a punishing tempo. One hand gripped your inner thigh and held you open and he watched as he drove into you, over and over, pushing you both over edge as he stretched you with his thick cock. His other hand trailed up your torso and grabbed the base of your neck, lightly squeezing. You opened your eyes and you stayed locked together as he reminded you with his body who fucked you right.

Oikawa’s Predicament

A/N: Haikyuu!! (iwaoi, lee Oikawa) -  5. “Did…I…do something wrong?” - Also part of the speedwriting batch for my 1 year blog anniversary. Riiiip Oikawa!

Summary: Oikawa arrives late to his planned drinking night with his boyfriend and buddies. They don’t plan to let him go unpunished.

Word Count: 1307

“Hiya guys! What’s uuup?” Oikawa loudly entered the bar and joined his boyfriend Iwaizumi, and their double date- buddies Matsukawa and Hanamaki at the reserved table for their regular drink together. 

“Did…I…do something wrong?” he asked when they didn’t say anything but just shared certain glances with each other. Oikawa looked at each of them and then at the glasses they already almost finished.

“Apart from being late one hour and 47 minutes, what did he do wrong guys?” Iwaizumi calmly asked Hanamaki and Matsukawa, and Oikawa eep’ed.

“What? We said at 9 right? I’m early!” he asked, looking at all of them in shock. Crap. Normally he and Iwaizumi went together since he’d usually stay at his place (which was the plan for tonight too), and they always went together so not he but Iwaizumi was the one to keep track of time. 

Today was a little bit different since he promised to buy Takeru dinner to celebrate the sweet boy passed his school tests. After that he’d join the rest, which he thought was at 9. Oops. So it was supposed to be at 7? Weeeird!

“I’m sorryyyy guys!” he whined when none of them replied but continued to drink from what most likely were their second or third drinks already, considering how long they had been here without him.

“He also never answers his phone. It’s annoying, why would he have a phone?” Matsukawa commented with a dramatic sigh.

“I feel sorry for Hajime,” Hanamaki said, and Iwaizumi even nodded at this.

“Guys! Iwa-chan, I’m sorry okay? I’ll buy you all drinks.” Oikawa tried to get the waiter’s attention while the others continued, without even addressing him directly.

“And now he tries to solve things with money. What a dick,” Matsukawa added, and Oikawa lunged over the table and tried to wave his hands in front of their faces to get their attention.

“Hellooo! I said I’m sorry! Iwa-chaaan!” Returning to Iwaizumi next to him, Oikawa whined and grabbed his arm, pulling at him like a little kid.

“Maybe we should just tickle him as a punishment for being an ass,” Iwaizumi said, and this made Oikawa let go of him immediately, tensing up as he let out one squeaky “eeeeheh!?”.

“Ah right, we know how ticklish he is right?” Hanamaki probed Matsukawa’s arm with his elbow, and they chuckled.

“Best reactions are when you tickle his tummy and sides. With squeezing moves,” Iwaizumi said, making the motions with his hands, and Oikawa cringed.

“No what about when you do this to his feet?” Hanamaki wiggled his fingers in the worst way possible, very clear for Oikawa to see, and he cringed more.

“Guys. I’m right here!” he whispered loudly, growing very uncomfortable with where this was going.

“Don’t forget his back. I’d do thiiis and that..” Matsukawa joined in tickling the air, showing how he would often scribble his fingers all over Oikawa’s back, and Oikawa could almost feel their fingers already.

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Linger (NSFW)

Summary: After reluctantly going to your colleague’s masseuse, you meet Sam, the man with the magic fingers. But as time goes on, you find out exactly what’s behind that “magic”.

Pairing: Incubus!Samxreader, Dean

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Unprotected sex, language, over stimulation

Word count: 3500+

A/N: So instead of posting Gadreel first I’m somehow posting Sam first. Don’t even ask man I don’t know either bahaha. Also, over protective Dean is the best Dean if you ask me. Enjoy folks! p.s. writing consensual incubi sex is literally the hardest shit in the world bahaha

Eternity squad: (my memory is great..ish) @mrswhozeewhatsis @beriala @busybee612  @kittenofdoomage @aprofoundbondwithdean @ign-is @icantthinkofaname-oops  

This is a bad idea.

You hold the card up, chewing your lip as you flick your eyes up to the building. Some of the letters are faded off of the sign, but you can still make out ‘Winchester’ from it all. You turn to leave, pausing when a shooting pain spikes up your lower back, almost making you topple over. Back pain is basically in the job description of a desk job.

This is, still, a bad idea.

Private masseuse? Kevin couldn’t be trusted with this crap – he’s always handing you over to his clients, most of the time they’re working out of their garages! But damn it, your back is killing you and it couldn’t hurt to try. You pause, frowning. Maybe it could hurt to try, maybe she’d make your back feel even worse. You shake the thoughts away as you walk into the building, smiling at the tiny girl behind the counter.

“Hello,” you say. She keeps typing away on her computer, glancing up at you with a soft smile. “A colleague set up an appointment for me –”

“Who’s the name under?” she says through her clenched teeth.

“Tran…maybe? I think he –”

“Kevin Tran, for his regular, he gave it to you?” she mumbles, typing something into the computer. You watch her fingers dart over the keyboard, almost getting dizzy by her quick typing. “Mary isn’t in, do you want Sam or John?” she asks. You stare at her blankly, shaking your head profusely.

“ offense, but I don’t want some dude rubbing on me,” you say, whirling around when hearty laughter sounds. You suck in a breath as a tall man approaches you. His smile is far more inviting than hers. He brushes his hair out of his face with one hand, tapping the woman’s computer with the other.

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