bed noises

little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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Visualisation

Visualisation is incredibly useful in witchcraft as it is the base of energy work. From this, you can do all kinds of practices.

You can use visualisation for meditation, astral travel, sending energy into objects and many other things. These will all be covered in the future.

So, how do I start?

Here’s a basic exercise for you to practice. It’s very simple and many of you will probably be able to pick it up easily if you’ve already done visualition techniques!

1.  You’ll need a very quiet area where you’ll be comfortable. Even lying in bed and putting white noise in your headphones is useful. Get rid of all distractions, put your phone on silent etc.

2.  Close your eyes and empty your mind. Your mind might feel like a blank sheet of paper, and you’re going to create something in there.

3.  Picture an apple, any old apple. Zoom in and see its shape,  it’s colour. Does it have leaves, more than one colour? Look at every tiny detail of the apple you’ve created.

4.  Next, take a knife and cut this apple in half. Focus on the detail inside:  the colour, how many seeds there are etc. The more detail, the better.

5.  Now you use your senses. What the apple feels like, smells like. Bite into it and taste it. You’re using visualisation to not only see the apple but understand everything about it.

From this, you’re able to visualise and interact with objects in your mind. Practice often with anything you like!

  • izzy: I'm here to see simon
  • clan member: stay where you are
  • (...)
  • clan member on phone: female shadowhunter at dumort for the fledgling
  • raphael, grits teeth: I'll allow it. however. if you leave simon's side I'll personally see to it that your bed is replaced with a casket
  • clan member: I'll protect him
  • (...)
  • izzy: where is he?
  • vamp, balling his hands into fists: right this way
Meanwhile in Wakanda, part ii
  • Steve: Everybody shut up! *picks up phone* Hey Sharon.
  • Wanda: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!
  • Bucky: come back to bed!
  • Sam: *various sex noises*
  • T'Challa: tell her i said hi
  • Scott: pass the weed!
  • Clint: *blasting out curse words*
  • MC: Everybody shut up! *picks up phone* Hi mom.
  • Yoosung: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Jumin: Come back to bed.
  • Saeyoung: *various sex noises*
  • V: Tell her I said hello.
  • ZEN: Pass the beer!
  • Saeran: *blasting out curse words*
  • Jaehee: PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON.
Siesta

The kids haven’t taken naps at the same time in ages. The older one barely naps at all these days. But this week they’ve been sick. Everyone in the house has had some iteration of this plague, complete with noses that are simultaneously stuffy and running, fevers, chills,and headaches.

Katniss feels a little guilty that she got over it pretty quickly. Usually, when she catches something from the young ones it lingers for weeks. But somehow, both her and Peeta caught the bug and got over it within a couple days. Feeling better and having some hope of immunity makes caring for their poor sick kids less stressful. 

She does not feel guilty that Peeta is home today. He’s still sneezing a lot, and he doesn’t feel comfortable baking for others in his condition, but is otherwise fine. Mighty fine. Just looking at him is making her feel flushed. 

About 5 minutes after Peeta starts doing laundry, Katniss realizes her raised temperature has nothing to do with the family’s recent illness. The way he always washes as much as possible, and therefore does laundry in gym shorts and nothing else has always been attractive. 

There are sheets in the dryer. Perfect. 

The kids never nap at the same time.

Serendipity. 

“Time to get those sheets on the bed ready for the hamper.” Katniss winks as she grabs Peeta’s shorts and starts tugging him towards their room. 

The kids stay asleep for an hour and a half before stirring. The sheets, shorts, and Katniss’ sweatpants go directly into the next load of laundry.

The Little Things

I had to redo this one. I think it sounds better in present tense. It’s my first attempt at fluff instead of smut.

Also, as far as tags go, I’ve just been typing in each letter of the alphabet and clicking on the Supernatural blogs that show up. I’m sure there’s a better way to do it, but I don’t know how yet. And if you don’t want to be tagged, I will cut that shit out. This is all just super new to me. 😊

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It’s the little things that do it to him. Those little things that keep her on his brain nearly all the time.

It’s the way she answers the phone as an FBI supervisor, taking over the “new Bobby” role with confidence, barking out commands with sexy, assured authority.

It’s the way she is always so careless about physical affection, as if it comes easy to her, as if she grew up loving and being loved. She throws herself onto Dean’s lap while they’re having a rare, relaxing night in. Or puts her feet in his lap and wiggles her toes suggestively, smiling innocently and waiting for him to take the hint and massage her. She flings her arms around his neck from behind while he does research, just to give him a hug and tell him he’s loved. She says, “I love you, friend” constantly. Everything is so natural with her. He starts to feel like it’s normal, like he deserves the happiness she lavishes him with.

It’s the way she offers to do his laundry or clean up the after-dinner dishes for him and for Sam, no strings attached. Not trying to make them owe her one, just because she wants to show her boys some kindness. Because she knows they’ve seen far too little of it.

It’s the way she pays attention to all his and Sam’s likes and dislikes so she can have surprises waiting for them when they return home from a hunt. His favorite pie, Sam’s favorite salad dressing, their favorite beer. She pays attention.

It’s the way she dances around like a crazy person in the bunker when she thinks no one is watching, singing off-key and having no natural rhythm at all.

It’s the way she laughs with her entire body when he or Sam say something even remotely humorous. Dean has never honestly thought of himself as a funny person, but she makes him feel like he could do stand-up comedy. Her laughter is music and it’s Dean’s favorite song.

It’s the way she falls asleep at the table looking over the lore with Sam, drool pooling out of her mouth, her eyebrows scrunched up in worry, still looking completely adorable.

It’s the way she has to wear three pairs of fuzzy socks around the bunker because her feet get cold too quickly on the marble floors and she hates wearing shoes at home.

It’s the way she launches herself into his arms when they walk in the door. Always him first, Sam second, like he’s special to her. And she always kisses him on the cheeks and tells him how much she’s missed him. He loves the feel of those soft, plump lips on his skin.

It’s the way her voice drops to a sultry whisper when she’s sleepy, before she’s had her coffee in the morning. It’s the way she’s still so goddamn adorable, even when she’s cranky.

It’s the way she sighs softly when she’s stretching, her tank top rising up to just under her breasts, her taut tummy on display, making him wonder if she’s doing it on purpose, if she wants him to look. He wonders if she’d make those happy, sexy noises in bed with him.

It’s the way she sometimes snorts when she laughs and the way she cries when she’s pissed. People take her tears for weakness, but Dean knows her well enough by now to get out of the line of fire when her eyes well up.

It’s the way she comes to sleep with him in his bed sometimes when she gets cold or the nightmares get to be too bad. And the way she rubs her feet together next to his, trying to get warmth back into her icy toes because she refuses to sleep in anything but panties and one of his tee shirts. “I like my legs free,” she always says. He does too.

It’s the way she is sunshine in the lives of two men who’ve seen an overwhelming amount of darkness. It’s the way she’s able to be encouraging and positive even after she watched her family get ripped apart by a vengeful spirit, even after she had to uproot her entire life and come live sequestered in some hundred-year-old bunker with men she barely knew. It’s the way she immediately trusted and felt safe with them, despite all she’s been through, despite the heartache she carries with her always.

It’s the way she seems to know that Dean is falling head over heels in love with her, but she neither stops it nor encourages it. It’s the way she seems to just be waiting for him to get over his bullshit and have his happily ever after with her. On his terms, when he’s ready.

It’s her patience and charm, her encouragement, her smiles…

It’s her. For Dean, it will always be her.

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A Way to You Again: Part 8

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count:  1456

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request.

Just brace yourselves, okay?

Originally posted by dailyclarke

Originally posted by wintersoulja

I knew if I wanted to keep the rest of the team from knowing the awkward drama that was unfolding between half of its members I would have to keep calm for appearances’ sake while trying the best I could to avoid Bucky. As we neared the dinner table I took my place between Sam and Steve.

“Not gonna sit with your boyfriend?” Sam asked with a wink. I sighed internally. I obviously was already off to a bad start. From the corner of my eye I could see Bucky shift slightly to look at me.

“Why would I do that when you’re here, Sam?” I countered with a flirty smile.  He chuckled into his beer as he shook his head.

“Better watch out Barnes or I might steal your girl,” Sam chortled as he raised his eyebrows playfully. I braced myself and looked in Bucky’s direction. There was no humor in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at me.

“Wine?” Tony interrupted – pulling my attention away from Bucky.

I smiled at him warmly as I nodded my head. He poured a small amount and was about to leave before I placed my hand gently on his. “Tony, you might as well top it off,” I suggested. He laughed as he shook his head and poured me more.

“You’re usually not one to drink in excess like the rest of us,” Tony chuckled as he looked at me inquisitively.

“People change,” I shrugged as I lifted the glass to my lips – looking directly at Bucky. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as I turned away and offered my attention to Tony who was diving headfirst into our meeting while we ate.


“Y/N, it’s your turn to clean the dishes!” Sam proclaimed with a slap on my back. I felt a small surge of panic. Bucky could easily corner me in the kitchen and start the conversation that I was already talking myself out of having.

I groaned as I got up from the table and began collecting everyone’s dishes. Nat had luckily excused herself quickly after eating so I didn’t have to force a pleasant interaction with her. As I neared where Bucky sat and reached for his plate he mumbled, “I’ve got it.” With that, I spun on my heel with the empty plates in hand and made my way straight to the kitchen with Bucky following closely behind.

We began our task in silence. I washed the plates and handed them to Bucky to dry – never taking my eyes away from what I was doing. The tension between us was palpable, but I refused to be the first to speak. As I handed him the last plate his hand brushed against mine causing me to nearly drop it as I jerked back. I turned to look at him and saw the hurt that filled his eyes. “Y/N, I…” he began, but I held my hand up. I was more than a little tipsy from all the wine I had had with dinner. It was making it increasingly difficult for me to hold my resolve.

“I… I can’t… not tonight,” I finally managed to say.

“Then when? Y/N, I need to explain,” he added as panic seeped through his voice.

“You’re right. You need to explain, but not tonight Bucky. For one night I don’t want to cry over you. I just want to have a nice night with my friends. Is that too much to ask?” I added angrily.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked as he leaned casually in the entryway to the kitchen.

“Yeah, Steve. Bucky was just finishing up,” I added as I threw the sponge back into the sink and walked out of the kitchen with Steve walking beside me.

“Are you really okay?” He asked under his breath.

“Yeah – I just… I drank too much and I just want one night with all of us together before I fuck it all up,” I muttered miserably. Steve wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a light squeeze.

“Well luckily for you its movie night,” he said as we strolled into the common room.

“And we’re watching The Hangover!” Sam shouted as he held up the dvd case. I groaned as I rolled my eyes playfully. In all honesty, this was exactly what I needed.

Steve and I settled ourselves onto the couch. I secretly prayed that Bucky wouldn’t sit by me, but given the fact that the only free seat in the room was beside me there was no way he could get out of it— at least not without drawing unwanted attention to us.  A few minutes went by before Bucky strolled out of the kitchen. He scanned the room looking for a seat and saw the only one open was next to me. He casually grabbed my favorite blanket for movie nights before making his way to the couch and sitting uncomfortably close to me. Of course, for the others he was still my boyfriend so nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“I can take it from here, Steve,” Bucky whispered, a little too intensely, prompting Steve to remove his arm from around my shoulders. Bucky casually replaced it with his – holding on to me a little too tightly. “I brought your blanket,” he whispered as he spread it over us. I grunted softly in reply. My intake of wine was making me tired, but I was also acutely aware of Bucky’s fingers gripping my arm, and the warmth of his body as he sat next to me. I had been afraid of this – being around him and becoming intoxicated by his presence. It was so easy for it to happen, and I suddenly found myself trapped – unwilling and unable to break our contact. Maybe it was the wine, or the lonely nights at the cottage that caused my sudden lapse in self control, but for a few moments I allowed myself to forget everything that had happened… just so I could feel his comfort again. I rested my head softly on his shoulder and felt his small sigh as his fingers caressed my skin under the blanket. My body relaxed as my heartbeat slowed.

As I drifted to sleep I wondered if it was possible for us to find a way back to each other.


I blinked wearily to a strange sound coming from the other room. I vaguely remembered falling asleep with my head on Bucky’s shoulder, and him carrying me to my bed. I heard the noise again – this time it was louder and longer. I sat up rubbing my eyes. With a surge of panic, I realized that the noise was coming from Bucky’s room and, more importantly, that it was Bucky. I jumped out of my bed and made my way to the hallway. As I pushed his bedroom door open the sight caused my breath to catch in my throat.

“Y/N,” he called wearily as Nat held him to her.

“Oh… I’m… Okay…” I muttered as I spun on my heel and quickly retreated. I could hear Bucky get up from the bed and follow me. I didn’t want to go back to my room so I walked the long hall to the elevator – hopeful that I could get the doors to close before Bucky could catch up. I was just in luck – I pushed the button to the rooftop balcony as the doors closed on Bucky’s panic-stricken face. I sighed with a sudden surge of relief.

“FRIDAY,” I said to the empty elevator.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N?” FRIDAY responded.

“Don’t let Sargent Barnes know where I am,” I responded flatly.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N.”

Stark Tower was expansive. With any luck Bucky would give up his search and go back to his room – giving me time to think. I wearily dragged my feet as I exited the elevator. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. So this was it – after all this time, after all of my running – I had never been able to admit to myself that I wanted to come back to Bucky and make everything okay…. but now in the face of losing him to someone else, I could? My heart sank as I laid myself on the couch in the sunroom that overlooked the New York City skyline. I felt miserable as tears spilled over my swollen eyelids. For some reason what I had just witnessed seemed like a bigger betrayal than Bucky not telling me about Nat in the first place. It was intimate and personal – something that I had always helped him with, and in the span of a week I had been replaced. I hugged myself tightly as I laid on the couch and cried myself to sleep.


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*Falling Apart* Newt x reader
◘ Anonymous asked:

Hi can you write newt × reader where they are in fight,like newt doesn’t have enough time for reader and she is sad?Thanks💖

Hope you enjoy, dear Anon! 

It had been weeks since the last time you and Newt had done anything remotely romantic. You understood he was busy writing his new book and tending to his creatures, but lately, you felt rather forgotten. He barely spoke to you in-between writing, taking care of the creatures and getting supplies. Most days you either wandered around wherever you were in your journey and poke around in little shops. 

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Tortured Nights

Pairing: Fuckboy!Theo Raeken x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sex

Trigger Warnings: Eating disorder

Request: Can I get a fuckboy theoX bestfriend were she’s in love with him and they live together so she gets tortured by him having sex with other girls and she starts fading away from him and develops a eating disorder? Sorry if thats to much. Please&thank you.

A/N: Sorry it took a while, its just that writer’s block is a thing and school has been tiring. Sorry


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Cuddling Two-Bit
• this boy needs a LOT of attention tbh.
• he’s not clingy, he just loves affection
• you’d tell each other stupid childhood stories, or lame jokes.
• everyone’s always hollering for you to shut up at night because you’re always giggling.
•he likes to be little spoon.
•he ALWAYS peppers kisses all over your face.
•he likes to be held tight.
•if he’s the one holding you then there’s a 0% chance he’ll let go.
•always has food in your bed.
•2 a.m. *crunching noises* “Keith what the fuck are you eating this time?!” *awkward silence*

A/n- sorry, these fucking suck 😂😂😂

Baron Corbin - Thigh Riding

Word count: 2,375

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it for you!

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When I heard the hotel room door slam I knew Tom was home. He was still fuming from his loss at the elimination chamber earlier that night. I turned off the steamy water and stepped out of the shower and wrapped a warm towel round my naked body. I could hear my boyfriend pacing round the rooms and occasionally throwing things here and there. Swearing at myself for leaving my clothes on the bed I stepped out and into the cool hall, rushing over to the bedroom.

I clumsily stumbled into a body I knew too well as Toms, throwing an arm up to catch myself. He seemed more than pleased by my current appearance, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Forget something?” He held up my boy short knickers.

I frowned and made an attempt for them only for him to hold them higher. It was only when I surrendered that he handed them to me. I slipped them on under the towel, self-conscious of my body. This annoyed Tom, to him I was the best looking girl in the world. He pushed past me and it was then I noticed he still had his wrestling attire on. I creased my brows.

“Why’re you still wearing that?”

“I just stormed out. I didn’t even shower.” He struggled with the clothes in his bag.

I smiled at the way he looked in his tights. If you looked hard enough you could see his semi hard on through them. God I fucking loved the way he touched me. He could be so gentle at times and others so rough, it was simply amazing. And his tongue, don’t get me started. It was a wonder how he could possibly reach my lips when making love to me he’s so tall compared to me. He must’ve seen me staring in the mirror.

“Like what you see?”

A blush crept onto my cheeks. He spun round and sat on the edge of the bed, tossing his wrestling bag carelessly onto the floor.

“C'mere, beautiful.” He reached out to me.

Slowly my feet brought me to stand in front of him. Even when he sat on the mattress I was no match for his towering figure. The room was dark apart from the small lamp in the corner giving off just enough light for us to see each other. His eyes were full of lust now. They were staring right through me. There was no telling what could happen from here.

He took my hand and pulled me closer to stand in between his legs, my breathing was becoming unsteady. His lips brushed mine before I bravely connected them. It was sweet and gentle at first but soon became rough and needy. My hands flew up tangling themselves with the length of his hair. A low moan came from the back of his throat when I tugged at it. He grabbed at my arse through the towel begging for me to take it off. His lips moved to my neck leaving a trail of wet kisses. He began sucking on the spot where my jawline met my neck.

“…Tom.” I moaned tugging his still damp hair.

He pulled me closer to straddle his lap, his hand resting on my lower back. My lips parted and I creased my brows as Tom sucked harder at the skin at the nape of my neck, sure to leave a love bite. I threw my head back at the sensation. He moved his lips to my ear.

“Move your hips for me, baby.” He whispered.

“W-what?” I batted my eyes, unsure of what he was asking of me.

He took hold of either side of my hips rolling them forward, watching me as he did so. I moaned as my clit moved along the buttons and ties alone his tights. Tom seemed pleased with himself. I continued the motion with my hips. Tom moved one of his hands down to my aching core sliding a single finger up the soaked material.

“So wet for me, baby.” He smiled.

My eyes grew wide when Tom brought his finger into his mouth, sucking my juices off.

“You taste good.” He hummed closing his eyes savouring the taste.

Tom looked at me and smiled. His leg began to bounce up and down. He gripped my hips hard and helped me move them faster. I didn’t know how long I was gonna last. I threw my head onto his shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut with the burst of pleasure running through my body. I could feel the knot in my stomach beginning to form.

“Fuck, Tom.. Please.”

All at once everything stopped. Tom had stopped bouncing his leg and moving my body.

“What the fuck!”

“Get up.” He demanded.

I huffed, doing as I was told. He stood from the bed shadowing over me. His fingers hooked into the towel that was still wrapped round my small figure and ripped it away throwing it across the room. I was left in only my knickers as he pushed me down onto the mattress, hovering over me.

My nipples made contact with his bare tattooed chest. He licked a bold stripe in between them, grabbing a nipple with his teeth and sucking lightly. My back arched off the mattress. Toms fingers skimmed down my sides and hooked into my knickers.

“I want to take them off.” I nodded.

I watched as he slowly pulled them down my legs admiring the view.

“Fuck.”

“Jesus, Tom do something.”

He seemed to be amused by my impatience. He brought his lips up to my ear.

“Do what, baby?”

“Touch me… please.” I panted.

“Where do you want daddy to touch you?”

“Anywhere.. Everywhere.” I murmured.

This was enough for him as he swiftly pushed himself back down between my legs. The teasing wasn’t over though. Toms hands felt ever so gently down each of my thighs, leaving trails of wet kisses alone the way. He sucked the sensitive skin every so often sure to leave love bites. His nose brushed my clit. Hot breath fanning over my wet pussy. His long fingers parted my folds licking up some of my juices, holding my gaze hostage the entire time. I squirmed round on the mattress. Impatient, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward. His mouth connected with my wet sweetness. Immediately Toms mouth got to work.

His tongue flicked over my clit moving in figure eight motions. My mouth parted in pleasure. I felt one of his digits sink into me. It began to pump in and out at a fast pace. My backed arched off the mattress and I fisted at the duvet. He used his free hand to hold me in place on the bed.

“Shit, fucking don’t stop!”

Tom chuckled into my dripping core. He inserted another finger, pumping even faster and harder this time. Jesus. I moaned loader. My hips rolled into his mouth, desperate for more contact. I could feel it coming on. I was so close.

“F-fuck, I’m g-gonna..”

My hands found themselves tangled in the back of Toms head and one yanking at the duvet covers as I came undone into his mouth. Tom hummed in pleasure as he licked me clean.

My torso rose and fell at an unsteady pace, my arms falling to my sides. Tom rose above me and stepped out of his wrestling tights leaving him in merely his briefs, precome already staining the outside of them.

“You gonna help me, baby?”

The bed squeaked as he towered over me, a knee on either side of my thigh as I sat up. I pulled the black material down freeing his length. He grabbed my hair pulling it back in one of his hands as I held the length in mine, licking a bold line up the base of it. I took the swollen head in my mouth pumping the rest in my hand. Tom hissed at the new feeling. I tilted my head a few timed before removing it from my mouth, making a popping sound.

“You like sucking daddies dick, baby?” I hummed stroking his length.

He leaned down placing a kiss on my lips. I took him into my mouth again, taking more this time. I didn’t have a gag reflex which was a good thing when it came to things like this. I pressed my nails into the base of his balls like I knew he liked causing him to push himself further into my mouth. I squeezed my eyes closed.

“Fuck yes, princess. Do it again.” He groaned.

I complied. I knew he loved that. His length began to twitch in my mouth. I knew he was close. My actions became more swift. I dug my nails into him again. Toms eyes squeezed shut and his head rolled back. He came into my mouth, shooting his load down my throat. I moaned, swallowing and licking his length clean of the saltiness.

I watched as he came down from his high. His breath shaky. He took my face in his large hand placing a lazy kiss to my lips. His tongue brushed against my bottom lip asking for entrance to which I accepted. Our tongues moved together as one. We moved backward so that he was on top of me now with our heads on the pillows.

“I want to ride you, daddy.” I spoke in between kisses.

In one swift movement Tom had me straddling his lap again. Usually he would protest, always wanting to be the dominate one. Not tonight. I positioned him at my entrance and he wasted no time in forcefully slamming into me. He guided my waist as I began moving them up and down at a steady slow pace. Tom watched as I rolled my head back in pleasure.

He caught hold of my hips and lifted them slightly before pounding into me fast and hard. I could hear his balls smacking against my skin. I grabbed at his hands but he was too strong. His fingers dug into my skin. I threw my head back and I arched my back. The pleasure was so intense.

“T-Tom!”

He kept going, his focus on showing just how dominate he could be in this position. Our moans were filling the room and I was wondering if the people above or below us were going to call down and complain about all the noise.  The bed squeaked with every hard thrust and I could hear the headboard hitting the wall. I was afraid we would have to pay for a hole in the wall pretty soon.

When he finally stopped I fell forward onto his chest, both of our breathing erratic. My eyelids feeling heavy. I felt weak. It was a wonder how neither of us had came yet. I began moving my lower body in a circular motion, rolling my hips into his.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned pushing a strand of hair from my face.

I could hear Toms breathing begin to hitch in his throat. His moans becoming for frequent. He was close.

I began to bounce up and down on his length. His head moved to the side and his chest moved up and down rapidly.

“Fuck, baby stop. Stop.” He demanded.

I kept going, my motions becoming swifter. I wanted to see him come. I felt his dick twitch inside me a few times before a burst of warm thick liquid shot into me. I liked the feeling of him coming inside me. Toms eyes squeezed shit and he bit down on him bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out. I was frightened when he opened his eyes again, he was angry.

In an instant we were flipped over and Tom was on top of me. He slammed into me hard hitting my spot with each hard thrust.

“C'mon. Let go.” He growled.

I could feel the knot in my stomach beginning to form for the third time this night. Toms hand moved down in between us and rubbed circles into my clit. His other held the back of my thigh tightly to his waist. My nails scraped down his back leaving a trail of prominent red lines. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Fuck, fuck, fucking fuuck! Oh Tom!”

My back arched up off the mattress. Toms lips came down onto my neck and harshly sucked leaving a bruise as he rode out my orgasm.

Tom plopped down beside me on the bed, exhausted. He was sat on his side, his head propped up on his elbow. My hand found its way to the back of his head playing with his hair. We lay in the dark room in silence recovering from our rough actions. Finally I broke the silence.

“I’m sorry you didn’t win, baby.”

He snickered, “Believe me, I won.”

I giggled at his comment. Toms fingers traced the small bruises in the form of finger prints on my waist and thigh, a frown playing on his face. He’d never been that hard on me before.

“Was I too rough?” I pulled his hand away.

“No.. I liked it. It was perfect.” I reassured him, kissing at his knuckles.

It was a few minutes before he spoke again.

“You let me come inside you?” I smiled.

“It felt good. I’d do it again.” He laughed at this.

I turned to fully face him, my fingers tracing the inc of his tattooed chest. His eyes never left me. I tried to go over how to bring up what I wanted to say.

“I want to do it again.. like that.” I said barely above a whisper furrowing my brows, unable to meet the gaze I knew was still upon me.

Despite my entire body being sore and covered in love bites and bruises I liked what we did. It felt good. Fuck it was overwhelming. I had no idea he was capable of doing something like that. Tom ran his fingers up and down my arm leaving goose bumps behind. He sighed heavily. He pulled my chin up so that I was facing him again, a delicate kiss placed on my lips.

“I’d only do it with you. For you, baby.”


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Fall For You (M) | 03 (Final)

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 13,742
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings
A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

Part 01. Part 02

A mistake.

It absolutely had to be a mistake.

There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.

You didn’t love Jungkook.

You loved his dick. And that was all.

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  • Jyugo: Everybody shut up! *picks up phone* Hi mom.
  • Nico: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Uno: Come back to bed.
  • Honey: *various sex noises*
  • Tsukumo: Tell her I said hello.
  • Musashi: Pass the beer!
  • Rock: *blasting out curse words*
  • Trois: PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON.
Close to You (Smut)

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Request: Do a smut please with shawn please. idc what its about

Word Count: 1,816

Close to You

I was sitting on the edge of the white - rather large -  hotel bed, staring out the room. Somehow, this hotel room seemed bigger than the others, or maybe I was just missing home more than normally today. Little peeks of water drops ran down the window beside me, but I couldn’t hear the rain outside.

Suddenly, Shawn’s cold fingers caressed my cheek. He let his arms slide around my waist, hugging me from behind, as he dropped down on the bed as well.

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