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Turn Me On - Zach Dempsey x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See what?” You feigned.

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

“I suppose he is.” You shrugged.

“Don’t be coy.”

“I wasn’t.”

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me hold you. Girl, caress my body.

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

Turn me on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make me.”

You’re going home with me tonight.”

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 2/?)

NOTE: Thanks for the good feed back, guys! So here comes part 2, unfortunately I’m stupid and in the middle of writing I realised I wrote this one in first person. Anyway, tell me which person do you prefer (I can try the third next time lol). This one is bit longer than the previous one, I hope you’ll like it xx

I spent most of the Saturday with Sheri so I didn’t have much time to think about the hot tub thing, but Sunday… Most of the day I sat at my room, reading book, even though better word would be holding. I stared at one page for an hour and haven’t read a single word.
Was I too hard on him? I mean, I joked around and made innuendos with all the jocks all the time, including Monty, but leaving him like that in the hot tub is something on a whole new level.
Whatever, he started it and he deserved it. But memories of his lips and if his hands on my body still gave me chills.
Fuck you, Montgomery, I whispered.

Next day at school wasn’t anything special until I came to the chemistry lesson, a little bit late.
“Please, take a sit, Ms. Y/L.N”, teacher barely even looked at me.
I looked around the classroom and spotted last empty chair. Next to Montgomery.  
“You gotta be kidding me”, I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, you”, I sat on my chair.
“Hey”, he kinda acted normal, kinda stared at me.
“How was the rest of the party, huh? You smoked some weed, play some video games?”, why am I like this, why did I even started this topic.
“I had to jack off in the hot tub. Because of you”, he whispered through his clenched teeth.
“Ew, does Bryce know about it?”, I prayed for him to shut up, afraid that someone would hear something and honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything some embarassing than people finding out that two of us made out.
“You will regret it.”
“Yeah, right”, I snorted.
His hand went behind me and his fingers started running along my spine. I tensed up trying not to show that it had an effect on me.
“Okay class”, teacher finally started lesson, “most of this semester, you’ll work in pairs, so look at your neighbour and say Hi to your new partner”.
I slowly turned my head to look at Montgomery, now disgusted even more then when he mentioned jacking off in the hot tub.
“What did you get in chemistry last semester?”, I asked.
“What do I need to play in the team?”
“C average or above”, everyone in sports teams said it like a mantra, it was literally the only condition, that has to be fulfilled to be in the team. “So it was C?”, I guessed.
“Well, yeah, what did you get?”
“A”, I sighed knowing all the work would be on me this semester.

Next day I was in cafeteria, waiting in the line to get my food, wearing my cheerleader suit.
“You’re looking good, you know?”, I heard annoying voice behind me.
“Why don’t you just get ‘lookin’ good’ tattoed on your face?”, I answered bored. “Besides, you have seen me in cheerleader suit a thousand times.”
“Yeah, but last Friday I took a good look at you in bathing suit…”
“No way”, I interrupted him with sarcastic tone.
“… And now I know what’s under it”, he continued.
“What has gotten into you today?”, I asked, little bit shocked with his dirty talk.
“I told you, you will regret”, he whispered.
“So you gonna sexually harrass me for the rest of my life?”, I turned around to look at him and saw Clay Jensen coming up.
“Hey, Jensen”, I said bit louder so he could hear.
He waved at me and smiled.
“Did you talk to Jeff?”, I asked. “US history and English will be kicking his ass once again.”
“Yeah, I spoke to him and yeah I will tutor him”, he said as he walked by.
“Thank you”, I gave him a high five. “You’re da best.”
“Thanks, Y/N”.
“Real MVP!”, you shouted and he laugh.
I finally got my food, grabbed the tray and went to the table not waiting for Monty. I barely sat went Jessica came over with a smile on her face.
“Okay, bitches, party at my place, Friday, 7pm”, she said, punched my arm and went.
“Seriously, you have to stop doing it! Where are you going?”, I shouted.
“To spread the news!”

Friday came up and I really didn’t feel like coming. Again.
“You always complain, but still come go the party and have a great time”, Jess said when we were walking home from school. “So stop making up excuses, or I swear I’ll slap you.”
“You can’t fight with an argument like this, I guess”, I sighed.
My parents didn’t have anything against the party, they didn’t put much interest in me as long as my grades were good and I was in cheerleaders team.

I showed up at Jessica’s at 7, and was one of the firsts, because 7 really mean 9, but it was okay. My plan was to get buzzed (and I really wanted to get drunk that night) before party starts for good and to avoid Montgomery. Good thing was that after Tuesday talk in cafeteria he kinda stopped annoying me.
By 10 pm I was properly drunk, so when Justin asked if I want to play spin the bottle with him and few other people of course I was like “Duh, fuck yeah”. I sat the floor between Sheri and Zach.
“Hey, Monty, you play?”, Zach asked and moved slightly making place for Montgomery to sit between us.
It didn’t really bothered me, because last three days he had been acting normal, so I thought he finally accepted the fact he got played.
After few spins bottle pointed at me, I leaned towards Troy and gave him a quick kiss. I spinned the bottle and it pointed Monty. With poker I turned to him and kissed him as quickly as I did with Troy. He spinned and it pointed on me again.
“Seriously?!”, I sighed.
He quickly wrapped his arm around my neck, turned us, so people couldn’t really see our faces and kissed me stucking his tongue in my mouth. It lasted way too long than typical kiss in the game.
“At least first bring her a drink, Montgomery”, Justin said and threw chips in our direction.
“Easy, hot head”, I mumbled as I moved away without looking at his face.
Few minutes later game was over, mostly because Jessica and Justin turned it into make out session. I got up and went to the kitchen, to make myself another drink and grab something to eat.
One minute later I felt someone smacked my ass.
“Did you just…”, I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?”
“Maybe, but somehow I think you you’re into it and you like what is going on between us”, he took a sip of my drink without asking.
“Oh my God, you’re also fucking ridiculous”, I said with my eyes wide open. “I’m too sober for that shit”, I drank whole drink at once.
“You swallow fast”, he said with cocky smirk on his face.
“One more word and I’ll throw up at you, I swear”.
“Yo, Y/N”, I heard Jeff calling my name.  “Wanna go for a beer run with me?”
“With pleasure”, I answered and run to him without even looking and Monty.
In the car Jeff told me how he helped Clay and Hannah with their twisted situation, clearly proud of himself that for once he turned out to be smarter than Clay.
“You’re good guy, Atkins”, I smiled at him. “All you want is to play baseball, have a good grades and help Clay with Hannah and that’s beautiful.”
“Oh, come on, I’m gonna blush”, he laughed.
“No seriously, I will tell every girl that you’re the most pure, sweetest cinnamon roll and that you’re different than others and don’t care about scoring".
Weird grin showed up on his face.
“You already scored today, didn’t you?”, I punched him in the arm. “I take my words back, you’re awful”, I laughed. “How does it happen that everyone make out with everyone, except me?“
“You know…”, Jeff moved in the seat. “It’s probably cause you always seem so… tied… And stressed”
“Excuse me?”, I turned on the seat.
“Well, you know, compared to other cheerleaders… Look, they don’t give a shit about anything, they don’t give a shit about school, about grades, they don’t give a shit even about cheerleading. And you care about everything and that’s why you seem more stressed than them”, he tried to explain. “Take a chill pill, make out with someone, have some fun”, he punched my arm.
(Un)fortunately his words and the drink I drank and once before leaving for beer run, both hit me at the same time. Super drunk me decided to make out with somebody. Anybody. We came back, I left the car and started walking towards Jessica’s home, having big troubles with walking in straight line.  
“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, just be careful”, Jeff shouted for me.
“Yeah, yeah”, I mumbled getting into the house.
I looked around and spotted Montgomery sitting on the couch, doing something of his phone. I went there, sat next to him and put my hand on his thigh.
“It’s a party, Monty, put this phone away and have some fun”, I said.
“Huh, look who’s gotten friendly”, he looked at me suspiciously.
“I know, I’ve been a bitch but I went for that beer run with Jeff, you know, and I realized some things”.
“Really, what things, for example?”, he put his arm around me.
I didn’t answer him, I stared at his face instead, giggling.
“God, you’re handsome”, I said glancing at his lips.
“Okay, here’s what we gonna do”, he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna go upstairs, to Jessica’s room, and you’ll join me in few minutes”, his lips were touching my ear.
I nodded my head, Monty quickly kissed me on the neck and basically run upstairs.
“I’m gonna get laid”, I mumbled to myself. “I think I’m gonna get laid.”
“Hey Y/N”, Jessica jumped on the couch.
“Where have you been, I was looking for you.”
“I was on a beer run with Jeff.”
“Goood, I was afraid we run out of alcohol, but then Jeff came in like a Superman with sixpacks”, she giggled.
“I think I need some water”, I smiled at her and left to the kitchen, I need to get rid of her.
I poured myself a water, drank it and run upstairs. When I opened door to Jessica’s room, it was dark inside. I closed and locked the door.
“Montgomery?”, I whispered.
I heard steps behind me, second later Monty pushed me to the wall, grabbed my wrists put them above my head. His hands went down the sides of my body, until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
He laid me on the bed his lips went from my down neck to collarbones and started sucking it just like a week ago.
“Monty”, I punched his arm.
He pulled up, stroked cheek, and said, “Today I make the rules”, shiver went down my spine.
“Fuck”, I mumbled.
His hand went from my thigh to my breast and squizzed it. The other one pulled dress up, he started kissing my stomach, getting lower and lower, sucked my belly button, probably causing huge hickey around it, but I really fucking didn’t care. His head went up and he kissed my lips again. I felt his fingers sliding into panties which only turned me on more.
I started unbottoning his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with spare hand.
“Keep your hands yourself”, he whispered and slided his fingers into me.
I scratched his back.
“You like that?”, he asked as he curled his fingers and pumped them again and again.
“Fuck, Montgomery, I want you, just fuck me already”, I moaned.
“Does it turn you on?”, another pump.
I nodded my head and bit my lip trying to not make any noices. It was dark, my eyes were closed, butcould sense fucking cocky smirk on his face. He slided out of me and sat bed.
“Monty, why did you stop?”, I also sat on bed and switched the light on.
He bottoned up two bottons I had undo and fixed his hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked.
He stood up, leaned towards me and looking me in the eyes said, “Guess you can’t play the player, huh?”
“Are you kidding me?”, I shouted.
“It was fun, see you on Monday”, he unlocked the door, smiled at me and left the room.
I sat there speechless for a few good minutes.
“What the fuck did just happen?”, I asked myself out loud.
I fixed my hair, took a deep breath and decided to go back to the party.
“Fucking bastard”, I mumbled.
I went down and sat on the couch next to Jess.
“Why don’t you have any drink?”, she asked.
“I’m good, thanks”.
“You know, to be honest, you look a little fucked, break will be good for you”, she said, even though she was the one who was barely able to speak. “ Where the fuck is Justin?”, she looked around.
“He’s playing beer pong with Montgomery”, Alex Standall sat on a chair in front of us.
“Cool, thanks Alex”, Jessica got up. “You’re not coming?”, she asked me.
“No thanks, I’m good, just gonna sit for a while”, I answered but she was gone before I even stopped talking. “How’s the party, Alex?”
“I love her”, he mumbled, looking after Jess.
“Oh God”, I rolled my eyes. “You two dated for like two months, year ago, seriously man, get over it”.
“It’s love. It’s not logic”, he sighed.
“Alex, I’m not saying this because I’m a bitch or because I root for Jessica and Justin. I’m saying this because you’re good and you deserve to be happy, okay? Move. On.”
Said me. Person who couldn’t get over the fact that she got played by a player because she tried to get him played. Hypocrisy at it’s finest.
I walked around the house, looking for Jeff, who was supposed to drive me home. Instead I bumped on Sheri. I pretended to listen to her while I was discretly watching Montgomery talking to some girl, wrapping his disgusting arm around her.
“…are you even listening to me?”, she shaked my arm.
“Umm, yeah, I was just… Looking at driveway, but I can’t spot Jeff’s car”, I lied quickly, in the meantime Monty got back inside.
“He went for another beer run”.
“Okay, I gotta go”, I smiled at her and went to the house.
I saw de la Cruz shouting something to Justin as he was walking upstairs and then got into bathroom.
I got you, you little fucker, I thought, went upstairs and stood next to door as if I was waiting in the line.
“Are you waiting to get to the bathroom?”, Troy, the baseball player, patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I am”, I had to get rid of him, “Umm, you know… I feel a little bit sick, so it may take a moment…”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“Maybe… As I said, it may take a moment. But you can use bathroom downstairs, it’ll probably be faster.”
“Good idea, you’re smart”, he pointed at me. “Take care, Y/N”
“Bye, Troy”, I chuckled watching him, when he was trying not to kill himself on the stairs.
And I heard door getting unlocked. Montgomery opened them and then I pushed him back inside and locked the doors again.
“We are finishing it now”, I said, grabbed his neck and kissed him.

Unexpected lust, Part 2/2

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1587

Warnings: SMUT, few swearwords (surprisingly)

A/N: Phew, these two parts are my first real smutty writings AND Pietro fanfic’s ever. These were so much fun to write and I really hope that you enjoy (wink wink) while reading them. Requests are open!

Part 1

Before I even realized, Pietro had picked me up, his lips crashing against mine for a demanding, heated kiss. I tangled my fingers to his hair, pulling him closer to me as he slid his tongue into my mouth, making me moan softly.

“Umm- guys? What the actual fuck is happening?” I heard Tony calling out, with a slight frown, eyes locked in us. “Actually don’t answer that”, he rushed to say as another moan escaped my lips.

“To your room-“, I panted, as Pietro pulled further from me to take a breath. “Now.”

Just in a blink of an eye and a hue of blue, I was pressed against the wall of his room, his lips pressing soft kisses to my delicate neck. I hadn’t even realized how badly I had wanted him –how badly I had needed him, before I felt his soft, yet passionate touches on my skin. Shivering, I laid my hand to his cheek to lift his head for a deep kiss, as his hands wandered down my body, making soft moans escape my lips.

“Piet-“, I breathed out, breaking the kiss.

He hummed for answer, lips moving to run along my neck.

“Are you-“, I moaned, as he nipped my pulse softly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, of course”, he whispered, locking his bright blue eyes with mine, deep lust in them. “I’m crazy for you, Y/N.”

I chuckled, tangling my fingers to his hair to pull him closer to me for a kiss, other hand sliding to cover his hardness. Pietro let out a moan, giving me a chance to slide my tongue in his mouth, heating the kiss even more. As I felt his hands grabbing my ass, I jumped to wrap my legs around his waist and he carried me to his bed, laying on top of me. I spun around, pressing him to the mattress and rolled on top to straddle him.

Pietro smirked, tugging my hair gently behind my ear. “You on top?”

“Me on top”, I whispered squinting my eyes with a smirk, and leaned closer to him to kiss him demandingly. His fingers ran along the sides of my body, making me shudder under his touch. I lowered my hips, causing him to press against my core, moans escaping both of our lips.

“I need to taste you, Printsessa”, he breathed out, wrapping his hands tightly around my hips and pushed me against the bed, starting to plant kisses down my body. I pulled the thin fabric of my dress over my head to give him more skin to touch and oh, did he touch it. He unhooked my bra quickly, letting his tongue and lips found my breasts and delicate nipples, circling them, making me moan under him.

“You are so sexy, vozlyublennaya”, he panted, moving his lips down my body, making me shiver from pure passion.

“Stop teasing”, I begged, twisting under him. “Plea-“

I saw a quick glimpse of blue and nearly screamed his name, as I felt his tongue suddenly on my clit, my panties removed and his fingers pressing to the skin of my hips.  

“Better?” he chuckled, as he started to push harder with his tongue, making hard rounds around my clit, licking and sucking, making me curl under him, moaning his name. I curled my fingers into his hair, pulling it softly.

“Y/N”, Pietro let out a moan, sliding a finger inside of me, making my moans louder and the pulls of his hair harder.

I felt orgasm building inside of me, as he kept curling his finger just right, his mouth still working on me. “Piet”, I cried out, breathing deeply. “Fuck –I’m gonna-“

“Come for me, Printsessa”, he moaned, adding another finger inside of me –making me come, screaming his name as I fell to the mattress, panting hard.

“Pietro, I- wow”, I whispered, feeling his soft lips against mine, taste of myself on his tongue making me bite my lip. As he pulled further from me, the dark lust in his eyes made me shiver. “Oh fuck, I need you inside of me –now.”

He chuckled, throwing his pants to the floor before leaning over me, pressing my knee against my chest and slammed into me hard, making me throw my head back to the pillows, with a loud scream of his name. After giving me time to adjust to his size, Pietro started to move his hips with a teasing, yet perfectly satisfying pace, making my walls stretch around him, as he hit my g-spot with thrust after thrust.

Loud moans and pleas filled the air, beside the arousing sound of skin slapping against skin, making me get closer and closer to the top of my satisfaction.

“Shit”, I moaned, pressing my eyes closed as I felt Pietro’s touch on my arching clitoris, pressing it with hard movements. His cock moving inside of me and his fingers playing with my sweet spot –I couldn’t take it no longer. I found myself screaming his name as I came hard, trembling under him, his lips running along my neck, biting and sucking marks into it, as he reached his own release, bursting inside of me with a loud shout of my name.

He pulled carefully out of me, before collapsing to the mattress, pulling me into his arms.

“That was-“

“Incredible”, I chuckled, my breathing unsteady and bright smile on my lips as he tangled his fingers to my hair, starting to play with it gently. “I can go to my room if you want-“

“No, please stay here”, he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I let out a soft laughter, turning my head to kiss him deeply, before falling into a deep, calm sleep.

– “Oh, there she is”, I heard an amused voice chuckling behind me as I walked to the kitchen to see no less than every single one of the Avengers looking at me, deep smirks on their faces.

“Morning, Cap”, I smiled back at him, trying to act normally, even if I sensed the amusement and curiosity on the atmosphere. I took two cups from the cupboard, pouring them full of smoking hot coffee.

“Y/N-“, Wanda called out, smile on her lips. “Pietro drinks his coffee black.”

I glanced at her, trying to hide my knowledge - just to earn a wink of an eye from her as she sat to the table next to Natasha.

“Have you done something to your hair?” Tony frowned, ruffling it with his hand as he took the coffee pan from my hand. “If I wouldn’t know better I would think that this is your morning after hot sex –look.”

“Tony”, I bleated out, yet biting my lip to stop the grin taking over my face. “Please tell me you didn’t-“

“Avengers assemble!” he called out, sneaking out of my glare, taking a sip of his cup. “One, two, seven –Speedster is missing.”

“T”, I muttered, shooting him with a warning glance. “Don’t-“

“Has anyone seen our Quickster?” he frowned, ignoring my begs.

“Nope”, Sam shrugged. “Not since last night –Cap can you remind me of what we saw?”

“Of course”, Steve smirked, rising an eyebrow. “We saw Pietro rushing to his room –with a girl.”

“So we weren’t the only ones who heard the noise”, Natasha glanced at Clint, raising her eyebrow. “You know who it was?”

“We didn’t see”, he shrugged and I sighed from relief and turned around quickly, starting to make my way back to my room, as sneakily as possible. “But Y/N wasn’t in her room the whole night.”

“Steve”, I whined burying my face to my hands. “You really didn’t have anything else to do but keep an eye on my goings?”

“Oh, actually we had”, Sam smirked, nodding his head. “We were busy tryin’ to infer who it was from the screams.”

I shook my head, trying to control the smirk –and deep blush taking over my face.

“At first we didn’t recognize them”, Steve chuckled. “But then Pietro called out her name and it was kind of obvious –or is there others named Y/N in here?”

“Yes, I knew it”, Natasha called out with a smirk, offering her hand to Clint, who pulled hundred dollars from his pocket, grinning.

“I couldn’t believe it”, he shrugged, winking his eye at me. “Such a naughty girl, are you, Y/N?”

“Oh my god Clint, can you stop”, I laughed, burying my face to my hands.

“So you admit it?” Steve chuckled, kicking his eyebrow, his eyes slightly darker than usually. “You had sex with Maximoff?”

I startled slightly as I felt light breeze behind me and just a second later hands pressed on my hips. I turned my head to see Pietro, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “Having troubles, yes?”

I bit my lip, smile raising to my lips. “I guess you could say so.”

Pietro smirked, raising his head to face the other Avengers. “It’s true”, he simply called out, before pressing a kiss to my neck and taking his cup of coffee from the counter. “We had great sex.”

“Damn guys”, Sam called out, looking us unbelievingly. “Who would have known-“

“Wanna have a round two?” I chuckled quietly to Pietro, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as I walked past him, heading to my room.

He kicked his eyebrow, his lips turning up to an amused yet excited smirk as he nodded his head. “Yes.”

Love or gratitude ? BTS Jimin (M) chap 04

“pairing: JIMIN X  reader y/N

                 ft Yoongi

Genre: angst/smut/ best friend

M= mature contents

summary: what will you do when all of sudden you find your self getting married to someone used to be your best friend’s lover just because he turned to be a father !!!


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chap 03

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chap 4 she’s always here !

“i’m sorry sweetheart “ Mrs Park rubbed her son hair , i tried my best to convince your dad but he didn’t want you to marry her , i can’t express to you how sorry we are for you to lose your girlfriend baby boy “

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Ex-Boyfriend. (SR)


Can you please do a Spencer x reader where she’s being followed by her ex and she sees Spencer who pretends to be her boyfriend

Warnings: none (Idk if this was supposed to be a stalker ex or no so i just did a stalker ex) (also sorry its short:/)

Your pov:

The days dragged on longer and longer feeling the presents of something that made me uneasy. The body was made to sense fear. The little hairs standing up on the back of your neck. The instant reaction to check your surroundings and check who is near you and who is lurking in the shadows. I felt the presents near me everywhere I went even my apartment. The feeling of someone moving my every move and watching my every step creeped me out to no end. 

The day was long and hot. I was out doing my daily running routine feeling contempt for once in a few weeks. I was slowing my pace down as I neared a coffee shop loving the slightly bitter taste after a long run. I rested my hands on my head trying to catch my breath when I heard a cough behind me. The chills were back. The sense of fear was back. I turned around quickly seeing my ex-boyfriend. I stuck my nose up in disgust trying to walk away. His hands caught around my wrists pulling my fighting figure into a hug. “You look great babe.” He commented starting to place hot kisses to my neck. “Get off of me you pig!” I said loudly startling him. “Hey love there you are I was getting worried about you.” I heard a quiet but firm voice say behind us. My ex’s hands repelled from my wrists letting me go. “What was this man doing to you love?” He asked from beside me pulling me into a hug. “Uhm he was just trying to I don’t know.” I said latching onto the handsome brown-headed man’s hand. The man held out his other hand to shake my ex’s. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI, and you are?” He questioned pulling back his jacket cover to let him see his gun. Josh, my ex, widened his eyes raising his hands up. “Look I didn’t want any trouble.” he said pitifully trying to cover his ass. “Oh you didn’t want any trouble? You’re the one who tried to assault, no, who DID assault my lovely girlfriend.” He said getting in front of my body shielding me. “Look man I’m sorry I didn’t know she had another boyfriend.” He said turning red. “You should’ve not done it in the first place. She is a lady. Not a piece of meat just laying around for you to have.” Dr. Reid said towering over Josh. “If I ever catch your hands on her again, I’ll end you.” He said lowly. Josh nodded his head slowly and scurried off the other way. 

I bit my lip as he turned around. “Thank you so much. He was my ex.” I told the young doctor. He nodded his head and smiled softly. He held out his hand awkwardly. “I’m guessing you heard but, hi, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI.” He smiled shyly as I shook his hand. “I’m Y/N, thank you again for that. He’s been following me for weeks now.” I told him. He nodded his head and smiled shyly. His hand came up to the back of his curly locks slightly tugging on them. “Would you like to get coffee with me? I just got off work and you seem very interesting.” He said as a pink blush illuminated his skin. “I would love to. It’s the least I could do for my boyfriend.” I said giggling and winking. His mouth fell agape and started at me. I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Come on handsome.” I said pulling on his tie. “You’re remarkable.” 

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Tutor!mendes pls

Shawn Mendes 
Words: 433
Note: Shit ending, sorry  😄

“Are you even listening to me?” A voice pulled me out of my daydream. I turned to Shawn, an amused look was plastered all over his face.

“Huh, yeah,” Lie. The smile grew on his face.

“What was the last I said?” He challenged. My mouth worked, struggled to find anything to say that would make me sound less stupid than I already looked, but nothing came out. Sighing, he leaned back on his chair, hands behind his head and I tried not to focus on the way his shirt pulled tightly over his muscular chest, “You’re going to fail if you don’t listen.”

“I know,” I groaned, my head hitting the text book we were trying to work through. Seriously, how was I meant to pay attention to maths when I have…well Shawn sitting next to me. He’s the only hot guy I’ve met in college that wasn’t also a giant douche.

Maybe I should just get another tutor?

“I have one more idea,” There was a mischievous hint to his words that spiked my curiosity. Slowly, I lifted my head.


“Ever played strip poker?” His smile turned into a sly smirk. My eyes just about popped out their sockets.


“Well, how about every time you get a question wrong, you take of a piece of clothing?” I noted the way his eyes travelled down my body as he said that. I have a feeling this was more than just getting me motivated.

“And what if I get a question right?” I asked innocently.

“We’ll see when we get there.” He winked and began reading off maths questions that absolutely made no sense to me.

Within minutes I had already taken off my shoes, socks and belt, avoiding any bigger items which seemed to frustrate Shawn.

Then to make things worse for him, I got the next question right. Rolling his eyes at my excitement, his hands went to the neck of his shirt, slowly, teasingly peeling it off. My gaze was instantly drawn to his ripped stomach. When my eyes finally travelled back to his face, he was wearing the cockiest grin.

As we went on, Shawn seemed to become more distracted than me for once. I got the next two questions wrong, leaving me in just my bra and jeans.

“I think that’s enough for now,” I felt his hot breath against my neck as he leaned over, placing the textbook back on the table. I struggled to keep my own breathing even, my pulse pounding as his lips brushed against my skin, “Should we take a break?”

The happy accident

AN: So in lieu of Part 8 of The Meaning of Flowers (which I’ve got some terrible writers block for now), here’s a smutty interlude. I actually wrote this for another set of characters (so it’s in first person, not second person like the rest of the series), but I think it works best with our Irish hunk and his best girl. Warning: ALL SMUT NO PLOT. 

Enjoy. xoxo - K

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Black [M]

A/N: i’m going to be honest and say that this is my least favorite chapter so far :| maybe because it’s sad idk

characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, alcoholism, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch)


chapter 4:

“chaeyeon!” dean yelled out for me. his voice sounded distant and my head was throbbing. i felt my face resting against the cold pavement. I didn’t know what was happening but my wrist felt like it had been snapped in two. i heard a mixture of yelling and gasps as i laid on the ground. i was barely able to make out the words being hollered.


“what are you going to do? hit me?”

dean was frustrated and angry, i heard it in the way he uttered his words. the sound of sirens followed quickly after, becoming closer with every second that passed by. i felt a set of hands lift my head off the pavement, it felt wet.

“fuck. uhm okay, you’re okay chae just stay awake ok it’s nothing too bad”

“i literally just pushed her, i didn’t do that. that blood isn’t because of me. how was i supposed to know she would fall off the curb”

“shut the fuck up i don’t need your input” before heoyang could reply the ambulance arrived.

“what happened, how old is she and are you related to her?”

dean was bombarded with questions and i had the urge to get up but the minute i tried, a pair of gloved hands pushed me back down.

“stay still please, we’ll get you out of here soon”

“uhm,” dean hesitated before responding. “she…fell off the curb and hit her head against the parking stop. i think she hit the nail on it but she twisted her wrist trying to catch her fall”

i fell?! last time i checked being shoved isn’t really falling.

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the nasty™


They were kissing, again. Their bodies were outlined in the soft glow of Eric’s T.V., some gory movie playing on it in the background. Eric’s tongue was colliding with Dylan’s in the most delicious way, chapped lips dragging against his.

“Fuck,” Dylan moaned softly. Eric ground his hips into Dylan’s, straddling him and the friction giving them both something they desperately needed. Eric grabbed at the bottom of Dylan’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head, trying not to break contact with his mouth.

“You’re so hot, baby,” Eric muttered against Dylan’s lips. Eric moved lower on Dylan’s body, sucking on the pale pillar of his neck and leaving a trail of purple and yellow love behind him. He reached the buckle of his jeans, yanking them down his thighs and off his legs.

“So beautiful, mine, you’re my beautiful boy.” Dylan groaned at the praise, eyelids fluttering shut and back arching. Eric threw his jeans aside, palming Dylan through his boxers. Dylan buckled his hips up into Eric’s touch, and Eric looked down, almost losing it at the sight of his baby underneath him.

“More, Reb, please, more,” Dylan begged, and Eric wasn’t going to deny his Vodka whatever he wanted. He peeled his boxers off of his skin, grabbing a bottle and coating his fingers with a cool and clear substance. A finger slid into Dylan, and he made a needy yell in response.

“Ah, feels good, more, want you!” Eric smirked, shoving a second and third alongside his first. Dylan pushed down onto his hand, eyes rolling back into his head.
“I’ll give it to you, baby boy.” Eric put on a condom, slicking himself up, and sliding his tip into Dylan. Dylan’s legs pushed Eric the rest of the way in, sending them both into a state of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Eric! Fuck me, harder, please, ah,” Dylan had given up on being quiet, and Eric loved it, his pallid skin was covered in a thin layer of sheen sweat, hair thrown across the white pillows, and he looked like a god.

“Yeah baby, yeah.” Eric mumbled, bringing a hand up to choke the side of Dylan’s neck. Dylan keener into it, letting out a series of noises that drove Eric in-fucking-sane, causing him to thrust harder into his boy. Dylan and him were both so close, he could tell by the way Eric’s breaths were labored and Dylan had began to buck his hips up rapidly into the air.

Eric wrapped a hand around Dylan, and Dylan cried out, coming between the two. The sight of it brought Eric to a finish, closing his eyes in ecstasy.
“Well,” Eric said. “Fuck yes.“

anonymous asked:

Companions pre-romance and romanced catching sole checking them out! Thanks!!

I don’t know why, but i am not a big fan of Nick calling Sole ‘kid’. Does he ever actually say it in the game? Plus, I would understand, if Sole was like LW (19 yeras old), but they are almost certianly 25+ years…

Cait (pre-romance and romanced) - As she sees them, she shakes her whole body a little. “Like what ya see?”

Curie (pre-romace) - She starts looking at herself, trying to find out why were they eyeing her like this. When she can’t think it out, she asks them, what gives.

Curie (romance) - She catches their eyes on her and smiles, coming close for a kiss.

Danse (pre-romance) - He tries to keep a steady expression, but he feels his cheeks warm up as he speaks: “My eyes are up here, soldier.”

Danse (romance) - He bends his head down, smiling. “Stop it, you’re distracting me…”

Deacon (pre-romance and romance) - As he sees them eyeing him from head to toe he says something in the sense ‘It’s hot in here’ and he pulls his shirt over his head, pretending to get stuck trying to take it off, so they can have a nice view on his naked chest and belly.

Hancock (pre-romance) - He turns around to see if they are actually looking at him, or some hot stuff behind him, but as he finds no one there, he smiles wide, flattered, he reciprocates the action.

Hancock (romance) - He comes close to them and whispers into their ear: “Why just look, when you can touch?”

MacCready (pre-romance) - He’s as red as a tato as he feels their eyes on him. “Hey, knock it off, boss, it’s weird.”

MacCready (romance) - They do it quite often, but he blushes everytime, stays as he is and waits for them to come for a kiss.

Nick Valentine (pre-romance) - His non-eexisting eyebrow jerks up as he looks at them. “No idea what you’re trying to find on me, wise guy/doll, just please, don’t use any of me to repair a toaster…”

Nick Valentine (romance) - He always smiles, he’ll never get tired of them staring on his body. He draws them close, kissing them deep, bere carrying on in what he was doing.

Piper (pre-romance) - Her face goes red and she sttuters: “B-Blue, stop it, I’m kind of uncomfortable here..”

Piper (romance) - She still blushes, however, she shakes her butt a little, cute, but kind of awkward and funny, arning a laugh and a sweet peck on her cheek.

Preston (pre-romance) - He finds it very flattering, but is rather shy about it. He pulls his hat over his face, groaning ‘General..’ in an amused and happy voice.

Preston (romance) - He sees them looking at him and smiles at them. “Do you see this? All yours.” he says as he points on himself, making Sole blush for once.

X6-88 (pre-romance) - He doesn’t really pay it much attention, even though it feels rather… strange, maybe evene uncomfortable to be watched like this.

X6-88 (romance) - He still finds it quite uncomfortable when they stare at him like this, so he rather makes them close they’re eyes, as he kisses them, long and deep, before pulling away just to tell them to stop staring.

My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 2

PART 1 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9  - PART 10

a/n: SO ENOUGH PEEP REQUESTED I CONTINUE (and I had this idea that i liked) SO I DID @beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb@jaijacked @anditcametopass

Warning: Usual warnings you can expect from me, drinking, drug use and some sexual stuff so y’know, NSFW

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy 

word count: 4,115

Originally posted by book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure

and there’s nothing here to fall back on
nothing to relate to
nothing to replace you

After the execution Eric dragged me to the party in The Pit. I stood at the temporarily erected bar, watching the flashing lights as people danced, drinking myself to blindness. I know I made it home somehow afterwards because I woke up in my bed.

Looking around the small square room I have inhabited for years now, I had same thought as I did every morning, ‘Is this a dorm or a cell?’ The perfect cube of stone walls that surrounded me felt suffocating.

It felt like there were spikes inside my skull as I moved to get out of bed. I shuffled down the hall to the communal bathroom for this wing of the floor. The white of the fluorescent lights was blinding as they shone against the metal utilities of the room. I could hear the voices inside as I pushed the door open.

“He brought her back last night, Jamie says so, she saw him,” someone said as the other gasped.

“Seriously? Eric was here in our dorms last night? And I didn’t know? I mean, he never comes to this part of the compound,” The second voice complained in an exasperated tone.

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Turn Down the Heat - 3

Part One  Part Two

Originally posted by the-scientist-and-the-arrow

You were shocked by his words. You were a lowly technician for a ship. You weren’t even supposed to be on the ship when it was taken. Luckily Rip needed all the help he could get.

You shook your head, “Snart…”

“Y/N…” He smirked again. 

You put your hand on his chest pushing him away little, “I need…to…”

“You’re not pushing hard enough if you want me to stop.” He looked at you, “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

You looked at his face. He was actually asking. Sure he played this game, this flirtatious dance. Yet you knew he would put it all to a halt right now if you told him to.

“I’m…I don’t know. No one’s ever just came up to me and kissed me like you have.” You told him finally pushing him away grabbing your tool kit, “No one…has just told me they wanted me.”

“What not to want?” He watched you stand up holding the kit under your arm, “You’re alluring, like a rare jewel.”

“I’m not something you can steal.” You rolled your eyes, “You may have taken a kiss, but don’t think that means anything.”

He walked with you letting his hands go into his pockets, “I can steal anything. I’m the best at what I do or else I wouldn’t be here.”

You stopped looking at him, “What you’re going to try and steal my heart?”

“Is it working?” He smirked looking down. You took a deep breath turning without speaking. You felt your cheeks get hot as you felt him watching you.

Snart smiled watching you go down the opposite hall, “Stay cool and get your shoulder looked at.”

“You sure you should be messin around with a future chick?” He turned his head looking at Mick.

“Says the man who hooked up with ladies in the past.” Snart rolled his eyes walking past him.

“It won’t work out Snart.” Mick walked behind him.

“You should lie down…you’re experiencing heat exhaustion.” Snart ignored him as he walked away.

“Heads up!” One of your friends said, causing you to turn around just in time to be wacked in the face with a surfboard. You lost your footing and went tumbling backwards onto the sand, immediately grabbing your face. 

“Fuck, motherfucker.” You whispered to yourself as you rolled over in the sand, hiding in your hands and wishing the pain away. 

“Oh my god,” A deep voice came from behind you. “I’m so sorry!” You groaned before saying it was okay, trying to ignore the throbbing in your head. “Are you okay?” 

You rolled back over and removed your hands to see the culprit: one of the very hot surfer dudes who’d been at the beach all day. “I’m so sorry.” He apologized again, while you looked around to see your friends and his friends gathered around you. You started to smile when your friends began to laugh. 

“It’s fine.” You said, sitting up. He offered his hand and pulled you up when you took it. 

“My name’s Calum by the way and I think I should take you out for a coffee or buy you one and you don’t even have to talk to me, you can leave as soon as I buy it. I just feel horrible and I hope you like coffee, but there’s a smoothie place down the street if you-” 

“Calum, shut up.” You mumbled, squeezing your temples. “I love coffee and I love smoothies and if you want me to stay and talk with you I will! But I’m not going to turn down this offer.” You laughed, letting go of your forehead and looking back at him. He smiled sheepishly. 

“Great, can I have your number?” 

“Why don’t we just go now? You said the smoothie place was close.” 

“Well sure, yeah if you want.” 

“Mate, just go!” One of his friends said and you laughed as he smiled down at you. 

“Alright, uh, let’s go.” 

“I’m Y/n, by the way.” 

“Great name, not a super great first impression on my end though.” 

Video Games (Ashton Irwin Kinda-Smut)

Originally posted on an old account of mine, talkdirtylucas

               Bane charges at me and kills me for probably the fiftieth time. I can feel a frown so deep my forehead creases take over my face. I opt to restart the battle, and at this exact moment my boyfriend decides it’s a good time to come home. Ashton comes through the door only to pause immediately, as he takes in my appearance. I’m admittedly a mess. I didn’t brush my hair after my shower this morning, and I’ve been set up in front of the TV the whole afternoon—which means I have that sickly look of someone who has barely moved all day. I started with a marathon viewing of Supernatural, only to turn to Batman: Arkham Asylum (which, by the way, is currently kicking my ass). I ditched my shirt half way through the day, and I wasn’t wearing pants to begin with. I’m slouched over on the floor, sitting cross-legged with the couch behind me. My glasses are fogged up from the amount of huffing I’ve been doing at this bullshit game, and my face red with the amount of yelling. Plus, I now have this stupid look of deep hatred painted onto my face. To reiterate, I look like a hot fucking mess. Which is why it’s understandable that he laughs.

               “Babe, what have you been doing all day?” He shuts the door and plops down onto the couch, his shins on either side of my back. He pecks the top of my head and I try to swat him away (which causes me to die for the fifty-first time).

               “Enjoying myself,” I growl as I restart the boss battle once again. He laughs another breathless laugh.

               “It doesn’t sound or look like it.”

               “Yeah, well, I am.” I know I sound like a bitch but Bane is a fucktard and Ashton would do well to shut up right now.

               “Come spend time with me,” he whines in my ear.

               “After I finish this battle.”

               “I’m hungry,” he whines again.

               “Pizza’s on the way.” He makes a sound of frustration.

               “Spend time with meeee,” he whines obnoxiously. His head lolls back and he spaces himself out in a child-like way, his knees hitting my back fairly hard. My eyes roll and I sigh heavily.

               “Ashton,” I exclaim in exasperation, “This is my only day off in three weeks. Can I please just have some ‘me’ time?”

               “I can give you a hell of a better time than that game can,” He whispers in my ear. It really does turn me on immensely, but he’s annoying me right now. So, I laugh humorlessly at him. “What is that supposed to mean?!”

               “This sure beats you humping me and grunting in my ear,” I mutter thoughtlessly, eyes still on the screen. I know it was harsh and uncalled for, but I’m willing to try just about anything to get him to leave me alone at this moment. To be honest, I love sex with Ashton. He laughs, taken completely off-guard.

               “Is that so, babe?” He challenges. He isn’t happy.

               “Yeah. That is so,” I shoot back quickly, all while playing my game. I’m actually doing fairly well for having been so distracted.

               “Okay,” he says with a tone of defeat. Which is suspicious. It’s really suspicious. Next thing I know he’s sat down behind me, his legs on either side of mine, and I’m pressed up against his front. His lips are sponging kisses to the side of my neck, and his right hand is traveling slowly but surely down the middle of my chest.

               “Ashton,” I breathe with a dangerous warning implied. But as I say this, I move my head to give him better access. His hand is now at my navel. He chuckles darkly, and his hand is right above my panties.

               He snaps the band of the underwear. “What, babe?” I breathe out slowly and refocus my energy on the game. He is not going to do this.

               “Nothing. Go ahead,” I try my best to sound relaxed, and I think I’m pretty convincing. He huffs in frustration. His hand dips under the cotton band of my underwear and brushes my clit. I lean back into his body to give him better access, and he sniggers in my ear. Two of his fingers press light circles over my clit, while his other hand moves back behind us to support our weight. He shifts slightly for leverage, before moving his fingers down to my entrance.

               “Baby,” he groans, “Who got you this wet?” He pushes a single finger in and draws it back out with a ‘come here’ motion. I gasp and lean back even more.

               “Harley Quinn,” I breathe. He barks out a laugh, and his finger speeds slightly, using more pressure.

               “God she wishes.” Ashton begins to nibble on my ear, and that’s when I decide it’s a good time to pause the game. Somehow I haven’t died once throughout this whole ordeal. As I begin to set the controller down, Ashton’s finger stops. “Oh no y/n, since you think that game is so important, you’re gonna have to keep playing.”

               I turn my head to look into his honey eyes. “Are you serious?”

               “As a heart attack,” half of his face is occupied by his smug smirk. I sigh and grab the controller, continuing the battle. His finger re-enters me, this time joined by another one. He slides us so his back is pressed to the couch, and takes his other hand to rub circles on my clit once again. I can suddenly feel the familiar knot building in my stomach, and I bite my bottom lip to repress any moans.

               “Oh no, baby girl, I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” He sucks on my neck, his fingers speeding up. I moan loudly, attempting to focus on the game. How have I not died? My hips buck towards his fingers.

               “Ash, I’m gonna—”

               “No, you aren’t,” he cuts me off forcefully. But to make this worse for me, he speeds his fingers.

               My whine turns into a moan half way through. “Ash, I can’t.
               “Yes you can baby girl,” He coos in my ear. I clench down to his fingers to impede the looming orgasm. “Fuck babe do that again.” I do it a few more times and he curses in my ear. “Okay baby, let go,” he whispers in defeat. My release hits me like a ton of bricks, my body writing wildly against Ashton’s. My back arches and my head falls onto his neck, causing my to moan into his ear. I had never experienced an orgasm this powerful, the sensation spreading from my core to my toes to my finger tips. When I finally come down from my high, Ashton is oddly silent. I lift my head to peek at him, and his face is one of awe and amazement.

               “What?” I giggle nervously.

               “Babe, I think you just squirted.” I look down to see a dark spot on the rug, my panties and Ashton’s hands ridiculously wet. “That ‘s hot,” he moans. He captures his lips with mine, removing his hands from my underwear. Before he can get up to clean up, I grab one of his hands to suck on the two fingers that had been inside of me. He groans, his obvious arousal pressing against my lower back.

               Suddenly I remember my game, and my head snaps to the screen, expecting to see the screen of failure. I’m pleasantly surprised to see, instead, a cut scene. Meaning, I had won the battle. I laugh breathlessly in disbelief. While Aston goes to the kitchen to clean himself up, I lean back against the couch and pause the game.

               As soon as he re-enters the living room, there’s an abrupt knock on the door. “Maybe I should get that one,” He suggests with a faint smile.

               “Yeah, maybe,” I laugh. When Ash opens the door I can see a disheveled pizza delivery boy fumbling with the boxes.

               “Hey sorry man,” the kid begins, “There was an accident then—” The boy, about sixteen, abruptly stops when he looks up to see me in the background. Ashton looks back and then move the door so I’m out of the boy’s line of view. I giggle, the kid fumbling with his apologies. I can practically hear his blush.

               “Um, so here’s your stuff, man,” the kid hands Ashton the boxes once he paid.

               “Thanks,” Aston growls protectively. He practically slams the door in the poor boy’s face. “So, where were we?”

You’re Mine - Jimin X Reader

anonymous asked:
Hey! Can you do a scenario with Jimin where y/n keeps catching the eye of various guys at the club and he gets possessive? Thank you in advance!

A/N: I could have easily turned this into a smut, sorry xD

Genre: Fluff / Semi-smut

Word Count: 1234

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

The night was young, people were spending their youthful days in the club. The bass was loud, allowing you to hear it from outside. The pounding beats of music enveloped in the room. There were flashing lights, changing colour every few seconds. Hot bodies were up against one another as they jumped and danced to the bass of the music. The DJ bobbed his head as he went from computer to speakers, keeping one hand on his headphones to keep it study on his ear.
People were grinding up on each other, way too in bliss. There were happy faces all around. People were sweaty, some were in a corner, a bit too close for comfort, practically eating each other’s faces off. But no one cared, they were all having a good time. Except that is, for your boyfriend, Park Jimin.

You were a little intoxicated, and by a little, that meant a lot. Jimin had no idea why he decided to take you to the club. It was too dangerous here, and you were getting a little too absorbed into the aroma of drinks and music. Jimin sat at the bar, chugging his second beer. You sat across from him, face red and smiling happily. A familiar song came on and you jumped out of your chair, tugging on Jimin’s hand and almost making him spill his cup all over his pants.
“Come on Jimin, let’s dance!” You say, tugging him some more. He nodded, “wait until I finish my drink, I don’t need anyone spiking it while I’m on the dance floor.” He laughed. You pouted, “But this is my favourite song!”
“You go dance, I’ll be right over here, okay? Don’t go too far into the crowd”
“You’re not my mom!” you chuckled as you happily skipped over to the giant crowd of people and danced amongst them.

You were wearing a nice black cocktail dress that was tight around your skin. It hugged your curves perfectly. It made Jimin not want to go out because of how stunning you looked. And to top that, you wore a jet red matte lipstick and curled your hair. According to Jimin, you were ‘So fucking sexy’ and he just wanted you to himself for the whole night. But sadly, he gave in to coming here, so he would have to be a bit more patient before being able to get what he wants.

“Hey, do you see that girl?” a man said from behind. Jimin listened contently to the drunk man, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
“Which one? There’s legit so many” His friend chuckled.
the man pointed towards you, “The one in the black dress, obviously”
Jimin choked on his drink for a second. Were they talking about you? There was no way in hell Jimin was going to allow a random guy make a move on you. Which is what he thought. On the outside, he showed no actions.
“What about her?”
“She’s hot as fuck. Do you think I have a chance?”
Jimin smirked to himself, ‘nope’ He placed down his glass and as the two men approached from behind, he stood up, “accidentally” pushing them a bit to the side. The one man gave Jimin a look of anger, but jimin only cocked his head to the side and smiled.
“What the fuck man? Was that necessary?” the man spoke, his breath was a huge blow of alcohol.
“I believe it was if you were trying to hit on my girl” Jimin said, a smile still spread across his face.
“Your girl? Who?”
“Well, in your words, the girl in the black dress that is hot as fuck”
The man stood there quietly before rolling his eyes, saying, “Fuck you” and walking the other way. Jimin was proud of himself, being able to protect you. But since that happened, Jimin was now intimidated by every man in the club, which was about 75% of the people. He would glare and stare down anyone that tried to get a “Good look” at you. Sure he was getting stared at himself by some women. But every time one of them tried to approach him, he would politely decline, saying he already had a girlfriend.

You swayed and flowed to the music, along every beat to take over your body. You were pushed against several sweaty figures, but you couldn’t care less. At one point or another, a man’s hands came crawling up your waist, moving your hips back and forth. On the inside, you knew you should have grabbed that man’s hands and thrown them off, not being Jimin’s. But they felt good wrapped around you. You reached your hands up to play with their hair, tugging it a bit before letting your hands slide down his neck. He growled and you spun around to face him, meeting a pair of familiar eyes.
“Jimin! You finally decided to join me!” you yell loud enough for him to hear.
Jimin’s face didn’t change, “would you have done that with any man if I wasn’t here?” He asked, giving you a sly smile.
“What? I-”
“It’s time to go, baby” he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the heated crowd, but he didn’t stop there. He walked all the way to the other end of the room until he saw a staircase. He led you up that, still careful to make sure you didn’t fall.

Moans and pleasurable sounds were heard from several rooms along with “don’t disturb” signs hanging off the doorknobs. Jimin found a vacant room that he quickly led you in to.
He slammed the door shut and pinned you up against it. Your body that was hot because of all the sweaty bodies you were dancing with was now burning with the look and attitude Jimin was giving you. It excited you and made a knot build up in your stomach.
Jimin attached his mouth to your neck and you suddenly moaned, a bit too eager for Jimin’s touch. You could feel his lips form a smile as he grabbed your chine with his hand and harshly crashed his mouth onto yours. He took no time as to lick the bottom of your lip, allowing entrance to your cavern, your tongues fighting with each other for dominance, but obviously, allowing Jimin to win.
You let a few moans out in the process and Jimin grinded his body right up onto yours, feeling your body with his hands.
“Did you take me here on purpose? Knowing that I get easily jealous?” Jimin said. You were unable to say an answer as Jimin swept you off your feet and dropped you onto the bed. The bed squeaked as you fell and Jimin peeled off his shirt and threw it across the room before crawling on top of you.
He placed love bites all over the nape of your neck and the beginning of your breasts,
“Now let me show you who you really belong too”

Ehehehe I’m so evil
~Admin Luna

sunsets-for-skin  asked:

🎃 #5 w/ Dean please? 💋 Thank you so much if you do it!

No problem swettie :) Here it go!

Supernatural Halloween Drabble - “My costume came two sizes smaller. Is it too revealing?”

Dean x Reader

”(Y/N?) Are you ready? Sam and I are only waiting for you!“ Dean said entering your room. 

“Fuck Dean! Get out! I don’t want you to see me yet!” You yelled trying to cover yourself with a towel. You heard his laugh and a smirk appearing in his face. 

“Nothing that i had never seen sweetheart” He said making you roll your eyes. 

“My costume came two sizes smaller. Is it too revealing?” You said worried looking at you clothes.

“Woah…” He gasped ogling you. “You’re so fucking hot" 

“Shut up Dean” You said shaking your head in denial. He hugged you from behind leaving a kiss on you neck, and he smiled when you shivered. 

“I’m serious (y/n)…but i don’t think i can let you go out with this” he said, his mouth still in your neck.

“And why the hell not? All the other women will be wearing things like this” you backed away from his touch slightly.

“But they are looking for a one night-stand with fucked up dudes. I’m not a fucked up dude, and i’m not looking for a one night-stand. And you’re definitely not one of those women” he smirked and circled your waist with his arms again.

“Maybe i am looking for a one night-stand” you raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“Oh girl, i do hope it is with me…” he said as he grabbed your ass and captured your lips. The kiss grew hotter as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he pushed you against the wall with his lips still glued to yours. You eventually had to breathe, and as you did you could hear Dean yelling breathtakingly over his shoulder: “Hey, Sammy! (Y/N) and i… We’re not making it to the party tonight! You can go by yourself!”

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“So Hailey, how did you get into the whole YouTube thing?” Judy asked me.

“Well, it was kind of unintentional, but I made the decision to just go with it. I was 16. My best friend Linda, who’s still my friends after all these years, was going through a really bad break up, and she didn’t want to talk to me or any of her friends for a month. I finally decided to make a video and send it to her. The video was me talking about how high school love is bullshit and how not to let it ruin your life. It made her feel way better, and apparently, it made a lot of strangers who were also going through high school break ups feel better as well. I got comments telling me to keep giving advice and sharing my thoughts, so I did.”

“My my. You’re not only a great videographer, you’re a fantastic friend!”

“Thank you!” I was still surrpised at how human this network president seemed. I mean, I’ve been ripping silent smelly farts ever since we met, and she hasn’t batted an eye at the smell once! Not sure what’s wrong with her nose, but I won’t question a good thing.

“I do hope you stick by your friends, even after you make it big, which you might say you already have.”

“Are you kidding? If it weren’t for my friend, I wouldn’t be here talking to a network president about to get my own TV show! You’re damn right I’m sticking by them! In fact, I’m gonna tell them all about this once we have our weekly hang out. And I just know they’re gonna lose their shit.”

“Speaking of which… do you smell anything?” Judy asked, making me feel nervous.

“Uhhh… what do you mean?” I asked pretending I didn’t smell the same thing.

“You don’t think it’s kinda funky in here?”

“Uh… no not at all!” I said as a bead of sweat made it’s way down my temple.

Judy’s POV

Oh thank god! She doesn’t notice that I’ve been passing incredibly stinky gas this whole time. It’s a good thing I watched that instructional video on proper butt control. My farts are usually insanely loud and wet. Like a fire hose and a fog horn had a baby.

“Well that’s good. It must all be in my head. At my age, my senses just go crazy.” I said trying to play it off.

“You don’t look that old! In fact you look pretty hot. I bet your assistant over there stares at that nice ass of yours all the time.”

“Oh I highly doubt Phil pays much attention to it. And if he does pay attention to it, I doubt he really wants to.” Phil really is a trooper. He’s with me through thick and thin at every conference, every seminar… Even when we’re on the escalator, he’s right behind me… reluctantly smelling my rancid rump.

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AN: I was listening to the song Goner by Twenty One Pilots and then this fic came out of me. So I guess you can say it’s inspired by that song. (listen to it, it’s a great song) (listen to twenty one pilots in general because they’re perfection)

Summary: Broken boy meets perfect boy. 

Warning: Mention of abuse and homophobia. Language. 

Word count: 2857

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Preference #8 You overhear him talking about you part 2

Part 1

After half an hour of wondering around you hear Calum running right behind you trying to catch up. ‘’[Y/N] WAIT! Just here me out ok?’’ Calum said. ‘’No Calum you said everything loud and clear! You don’t want to be with me anymore and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t want me!’’ You said continuing your walk to God knows where. ‘’It was a joke! It was me and the boys I didn’t think you’d hear it!’’ He tried explaining. ‘’Oh so that makes it ok?’’ ‘’No it doesn’t it just means I didn’t mean it! I love you whether we have sex twice a day or once a month! It was a way of telling the boys how much I miss being intimate with you.’’ He pleaded. ‘’Calum I know we haven’t had sex in a while but it’s because you always come home late and by then I’m tired. Our schedules are just so different you work until late at night and I work the mornings we just simply don’t have time!’’ you said. ‘’You want to plan sex in a schedule? It is something that’s just supposed to happen so what you get one less hour of sleep it won’t kill you!’’ Calum argued. ‘’It might! Researchers proved that if you sleep less than five hours a night the length of your life might decrease!’’ you said. ‘’[Y/N] can we just go home and forget this ever happened?’’ Calum said trying to persuade you with his puppy look.’’ ‘’Anything for you.’’ He said taking your hand as you walked back to your house.

‘’So all is well?’’ Luke asked when you returned. ‘’Yes.’’ Calum said. ‘’What’s that smell?’’ you asked when a burned scent started filling your nostrils. ‘’THE CASSEROLE!’’ All the boys yelled and ran into the kitchen leaving you in a fit of laughter.

It had been a while since you had walked out and you hated yourself for wishing Ashton had followed you. If Ashton did not feel the spark anymore then there was no reason for you guys to stay together. You started crying as you realised your relationship was really over.

‘’Are you ok?’’ A voice asked. You quickly wiped your tears away and nodded. ‘’I’m fine thanks.’’ You managed to say. ‘’You don’t look fine. Here let me help you.’’ The stranger said as he extended his hand towards you. ‘’I’m fine really I just want to be left alone.’’ You responded getting up and walking away. ‘’Oh baby come on! Let me help you. I love helping lonely girls like you!’’ The stranger said following you. Your heart started to race and you decided to run. In your head you cursed Ashton even more for not following you. You ran as fast as you could and you seemed to keep a stable distance between you and the stranger but unfortunately you didn’t know the neighbourhood very well and ended up in a dead-end alley. ‘’I’ve got you know!’’ The stranger said getting closer to you.

‘’GET AWAY FROM HER!’’ A familiar voice shouted. You had never been so happy to see Ashton and tried to run towards him. The stranger caught on and quickly grabbed you resulting in you not being able to get away. ‘’I SAID GET AWAY FROM HER!’’ Ashton shouted again but the man made no intention of letting you go. That’s when Ashton’s fist collided with the man’s face and he let you go. ‘’RUN!’’ you shouted pulling Ashton with you.

‘’Thanks for saving me.’’ You said when you and Ashton returned home. ‘’Anything for you.’’ Ashton said. You gave him a smile. ‘’I was wondering something.’’ Ashton said getting down on one knee. ‘’Are you kidding me? Two hours ago you were willing to break up with me and now you’re going to propose!’’ You said. ‘’Two hours ago I thought I could live with you but now I realised I need you in my life. So will you do me the honour of becoming my wife.’’ He asked looking up on you. ‘’I’d love to.’’ You responded and kissed him.

It was a twenty minute drive from the studio to your apartment but somehow Luke showed up at your front step in only twelve minutes. ‘’[Y/N] come on please open up! We need to talk about this. Ignoring the problem is not going to solve it!’’ Luke said knocking on the door.

He stood outside waiting for a solid ten minutes when you decided to open the door. ‘’You could’ve just used the spare key. I know you know where it is.’’ You said letting him in. ‘’I know I just wanted you to be ready to talk to me so I waited for you.’’ He explained. You walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table ready for this ‘talk’ to be over with. ‘’I know I shouldn’t have compared you to my ex. I just felt like things between us weren’t going right and instead of finding the actual source of the problem I just blamed you thinking it would make everything easier. I think Michael is right. I think it is a good thing you are not like my ex. You make me feel this certain way and I’m afraid to open up to you because if things don’t work out I will be devastated and heartbroken and I don’t want that. Now I realise I want you no matter what.’’ Luke said. ‘’I’ll forgive you IF you cook dinner for a month.’’ You said getting up to give Luke a kiss. ‘’Sounds like a good deal to me.’’ He said before closing the gap between your mouths.

‘’Babe are you ok?’’ You hear Michael say as he sits down next to you on the bed. ‘’I’m fine just please don’t talk it hurts my head.’’ You respond turning around. ‘’I know you heard what I said and I know you don’t have a migraine.’’ Michael responded trying to turn you back. ‘’Yeah well listening to you talking shit behind my back gives me a migraine!’’ You responded. ‘’[Y/N] I’m sorry alright. I’m not ashamed to be seen with you alright. I actually think it is wonderful you gained some weight. Your new curves are amazing and smoking hot! I don’t want the boys to look at you and think what I think when I see you so  I thought saying bad things about you would make them see you in a different way. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings in the process.’’ He said trying to explain his actions. ‘’Michael do I say bad things about you to the fans? No I don’t and they are over all over you. Why does it matter when other guys think I’m attractive? I want you!  I love you! I don’t care if there are other guys thinking I am hot because I don’t care about other guys! You are really so jealous that you have to talk shit about me and hurt my feelings to make it go away?’’ You said anger rising in your voice. ‘’I think so and I’m sorry I will work on it. Will you forgive me?’’ Michael asked.  You nodded slightly putting a smile on Michael’s face. ‘’Now get your cute ass in that jaw-dropping bikini and let’s go to the beach!’’ Michael shouted as he ran downstairs. ‘’I FIXED IT GUYS!’’ You hear him yell to the boys. Oh my dork of a boyfriend you thought to yourself as you got ready to go to the beach.

[A/N] Hi guys hope you liked it :), this was requested like 6 times so I thought I’d write it fast :). As always requests are open! Please tell me what you think about my writing and feel free to give me feedback I appreciate it. You can still come and talk to me about whatever you want:)