enters your room

This City Never Sleeps (When Your Lips Are On Mine)

Word Count: 467

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Requested: “Peter decides to do the whole upside down kiss with his gf and there’s a bunch of giggling and blushing from both parties. Two shy eggs.” -Anonymous

Warnings: None

Summary: Set further in the future of this verse, you and Peter are already dating. Peter wants to try something new.

Note: WE ALL NEED A LITTLE FLUFF TONIGHT, DON’T YOU THINK? Sorry this wasn’t super awkward and second–hand embarrass-y but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Earlier parts found here.

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“Peter, what are you doing on the ceiling?” you asked, entering your room with soda and popcorn in hand. Peter didn’t usually use his powers around your house, and especially not when he wasn’t even wearing his suit.

“I, uh… I want to try something,” he replied. There was a little flush in his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if it was from being upside down or if he was embarrassed about something.

“Okay?” you said, waiting for him to do a flip or some other stunt. He didn’t say anything, just looked at you for a few moments, the redness under his skin growing deeper. “Peter?”

“Come here,” he finally said. A determination set in his eyes. You set the snacks down on your desk and walked over to him. Slowly, he released web out of his shooters and gradually dropped down from the ceiling until his face was just inches from yours.

“Peter?” you asked again, swallowing nervously. You could feel his gently breath on your face. You could smell the intoxicating combination of his deodorant, cologne, and skin. You felt your own skin ignite, and your knees trembled.

Even after dating for this long, he still made your heart race.

“Kiss me,” Peter said quietly. His voice was shaky and nervous. You didn’t even bother questioning it, you just slid your fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth to yours.

It was a little awkward, but incredible nonetheless. It reminded you a lot of your first kiss- all learning and experimenting. It was slow, firm but gentle. You pulled your hands from his hair and settled them on his face, tracing your thumb along his jaw lightly as you angled his head to better connect your lips. You were so used to Peter having his hands all over you when you kissed- in your hair, on your neck, around your waist- and it electrified the thrill in your veins to have him completely at your mercy.

When you finally broke apart, your breathing was heavy. You locked eyes for a moment, both unwilling to break the silence. Your eyes drifted shut and you smiled, letting out a little laugh as you tangled your fingers in his hair again.

“That was…” you said, licking your lips. “That was interesting.”

“Just interesting?” Peter laughed. He started to flip himself over, and you took a small step back, watching the muscles arms and his abs work as he gracefully landed on the floor. You were sad to see his shirt fall back into place. You grabbed him by the collar and sat him down in your desk chair, putting one knee between his and leaning in close. His hands wrapped around your hips.

“It was way more than interesting,” you whispered, connecting your lips once more.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! For the 100 word drabble challenge I'd like Lucien Castle (The Originals) and number 89. Piano!!

Lucien Castle - Piano

You still felt a little sleepy when you entered the living room. Your lips curled up into a smile when you saw Lucien sitting behind the piano.

His hands looked tender while they danced over the keys. And even Lucien looked calmer than you had ever seen him before.

“I think I could get used to waking up like this.” You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a soft kiss in his neck. “It’s a lot better than my annoying alarm.”

“I’m glad to hear that, love.” Lucien didn’t stop playing, but he moved aside so you could sit next to him.

7 Years: Part 13 (Final)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s been 7 years since you walked away from the love of your life.

Part 12

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You didn’t realize that you fell asleep minutes within the first movie of your supposed marathon. You didn’t realize it until you felt yourself being cradled in someone’s arms, swaying. You slowly opened your eyes to see Bucky. He was moving you somewhere.

“Where we goin’?” You mumbled.

Bucky softly smiled down at you, “I’m moving you to your bed.”

You nodded, “And Belle?”

“Asleep in hers already.”

You nodded again, “Thank you.”

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Hwa Sa Drabble Game

Hwa Sa + #1 + #3 + #6 + #16 + #29 + #46
1: Vampire!au
3: Royal!au
6: “How did you even get in here?”
16: “How mad would you be if…?”
29: “It sounded better in my head.”
46: “Hey, only I can call her that!”


“My priestess,” You look up from the book in your lap when you hear the doors to your chamber open. It wasn’t an uncommon practice for people to enter your rooms without permission, in fact, it’s much more common than an attendant announcing their arrival, then a formal request for an audience with you. All the extra fanfare and hold ups were more your sister’s forte. Not that anyone who didn’t know the two of you personally would have any idea who was who, or which preferred what. The two of you are identical twins just as your mother had been, and her mother before her, and her mother before her. It’s said that the vampyress goddess blessed your bloodline to birth only strong women who would support each other in the best ways. Though there were a few inconsistencies with the goddess’ grand plan. There have been times where tradition was broken and instead of the twin queens ruling together as one, there’d be one who grew blinded by greed and turned her back on her sister.

It seems more common now than it was hundred of years ago when the goddess first spoke to your umteenth-great grandmother. Now your mother was queen in her own right with your aunt all but stricken from the kingdom’s history. All that remains of her are paintings and jewelry that got locked away in the treasury, never to see the light of day. Your sister seems to want to follow in your mother’s footsteps and you weren’t foolish enough to stand in her way. Instead, you stepped down from your role as crown princess and became a priestess to your goddess. It would account for the more lax attitude that the palace staff held towards you, seeing as priestesses are supposed to be calm and kind.

“What’s the matter, child.” The boy before you looks as though he sprinted here from halfway across the palace. As he stands to his full height the pendant on his lapel glints in the candlelight. He did come from across the palace. More specifically from one your sister’s advisors. You bolt upright, book forgotten as it hits the stone floor with a resounding thud.

“My lady sent me to inform you that an army if fast approaching the palace gates. She advised that you run before they attack.” You know the Lady he’s speaking on behalf of. The old woman with silver hair that believed when the time comes you should sit on the throne in place of your sister.

“You’re relieved of your duties.” You tell him, tugging on the heavy jeweled necklace you’re wearing. The chain snaps easily under your supernatural strength and you hand it to the boy. “Run as far as you can and don’t return.” He eyes the necklace with wonder before nodding a thanks to you and bolt back the way he came. If what he said was true, everyone should be running. Your family’s palace has stood for centuries without being fortified properly as the weather chips away at its strength. An army of vampires could easily take down the gates without a problem. The only thing that could possibly pose a threat against this oncoming army is the goddess’ blessing. The same blessing the gives the women of your family twins is the same one that forbids those impure of heart to enter. Something of a precaution to keep the bloodline pure and virtuous, but of course if you were already in the palace when she bestowed her gift you could come and go as you please. Maybe that’s the reason for your sister’s greed, she’s no longer a pureblood vampiress as you are. No matter. She’s still your sister and it’s your job to protect her.

The halls are wrought with pandemonium as everyone scrabbled to prepare some sort of safe haven for the royal family. Maids and attendants try to stop you as you run past them, but their human physique would crumble if they stood in your way at the speed you’re running, so it surprises you when you turn the corner to enter your sister’s wing and bounce off of something. Nothing short of another vampire could slow you, yet you still look up in shock as a vampiress stands over you looking rather annoyed. Her clothes aren’t that of a priestess or an advisor, but a uniform that’s completely foreign to you. The barrier must’ve broken; the army is inside. Then again, one vampire doesn’t equal an army. At least she doesn’t seem to look like the whole army. Her clothes, while different, still tell the tale of a wealthy vampiress.

“How did you even get in here?” You demand. Now that you’re back on your feet you want some answers. She smirks at you, flashing her sharp fangs.

“How mad would you be if I said ‘I come seeking love’?”

“You storm my family’s palace, break through a barrier blessed by the goddess herself, knock me over, and expect me to believe this was all for love?” You shout. She examines her nails, nodding absently at you. “I’m very angry.”

“Unfitting for such a pure priestess.”

“How dare you make the assumption that you know me!” Her eyes appraise you, from your angry scowl to your clenched fists.

“You’re wearing a priestess’ uniform. You do know that, right?” You stomp your foot in annoyance. Why are you even wasting your time with her when there are probably hundreds of others terrorizing the rest of the palace, only you don’t hear them. You strain your ears to hear just outside the palace gates. There’s still a horde of vampires out there, so how’d she get in?

“You didn’t answer my question! How did you get in here?”

“Answer mine and I’ll answer yours.” You’re in no mood to play games, but nod anyway.

“Will you marry me?” Your eyes narrow and your vision tints red as your ever-present calm starts to leave you. “It sounded better in my head.” She mutters, more to herself than you.

“What are you doing here? And for the love of our goddess, how did you get in?”

“I walked in. Everyone else stopped at the gates so I just kept walking on my own. Warrior queen, Ahn Hye Jin waits for no one!” You’ve heard of her. She ravages kingdoms and takes the most beautiful things she can find before continuing to the next. Apparently, your family’s palace just so happened to be the next stop on her list.

“Move, Queen Hye Jin.” You snap, stepping around her. The door to your sister’s room bursts open as you near it.

“[Nickname]!” She hasn’t called you that in years. This must’ve truly scared her.

“[Nickname]?” Hye Jin asks, coming up next to you.

“Hey, only I can call her that!” Your sister pouts. Hye Jin rolls her eyes.

“Fine, then I’ll call you ‘wife’ because I came for the most beautiful thing, and I won’t leave without it.” You idly wonder if the goddess sees seeking a mate as a pure of heart thing as Hye Jin grips hard on your arm. She seems to have waltzed in with only one thing on her mind, and with the way she’s tugging you away from your sister you can tell this isn’t going to end well for you.
You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Guys My Age (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4K

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs. 

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Enjoy the smot. And please use protection people. Better safe than surprised. I think this is dirtiest fic I’ve written so far.

Permanent tag list: @meganlane84

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The Ultimate Guide to POT Dates

POT
noun, (pronounced: pē-oh-tē)
A potential Sugar Daddy. This is a man you have not met yet, but are considering starting an arrangement with, or have been on a date with, but haven’t established anything solid yet. In short, a man who you think could potentially be your sugar daddy, but aren’t quite sure yet.

So you’ve checked out his profile, messaged with him a little, decided he could be the one for you; the main question asked now is - what do I do next?

The answer is simple, but for the Sugar Babies who are new, it’s often terrifying. Using the experience I’ve gotten after being a Sugar Baby for a while, I’ve put together a complete guide on how to handle that very first date, so that maybe it goes a little smoother than mine did! xo

Before You Meet

  • Get a feel for him over messaging/text - There’s nothing worse than being stuck for an hour or two with a man who has an attitude, is full of himself, or is just salty, that’s why it’s important to work out what type of person he is. 
                    ‣ Identifying Factors:
                            - He has a sleezy username on SA: if his username is ‘CunnilingusMaster69′ or something along those lines, it’s blatantly obvious what’s he looking for.
                            - His responses don’t mirror yours: think about conversational mirroring and use it to help you gauge the success of your conversation. It’s a form of social psychology that is pretty important to how anyone is perceived. If you’re typing out paragraph after paragraph and he is replying with short responses (or vice versa), it’s obvious one party is more interested than the other.
                            - He asks for sexual photos: if he’s asking for sexual photos without even met with you for the first time, then he’s got one thing on his mind and it’s probably pay per play. However, most Sugar Daddy’s will ask for extra photo’s, to make sure you’re not catfishing them, so be ready for that request and have extra photo’s you can send that aren’t on your profile (I usually send one cute selfie and a second full body pic in a nice outfit.) Please note: Snapchat ‘puppy’ filter selfies are not appropriate to send as an additional selfie, maybe once you’ve met him a few times, but not prior to a first meet. You’re already younger than him, there is no need to make yourself seem even younger.
                            - He asks you questions of a sexual nature (ie: your favorite position, sexual history, what you’re into, kinkiest desires, etc): there is absolutely no need for tacky sexual questions, especially if you two haven’t met before. It is important to understand that yes, sugaring is based on sex, sugaring is sex work, but it’s not only sex. Sugaring is about companionship, chemistry, new experiences, and then sex. If he requires a detailed list of what you will or will not do sexually just to meet you for the first time, then he is obviously not looking for a sugar arrangement, he’s just looking for pay per play (which is fine if pay per play is what you’re looking for, each sugar baby is entitled to her own wants and desires out of an arrangement).
                   ‣ Tip:
                           - Whenever an SD asks me “what i am willing to do”, i always reply with this. It’s elegant, polite, and successfully moves the conversation to other topics.
  • Get as many details about him as you can - Meeting someone off the internet is always a little unnerving, especially when it’s a man twice or three times your age. To feel safer, ask for as many details from him as you can, then reverse search the information you have (ie: his phone number, email, name, etc.) to find out his address, income, family members, and other information of the sort. The same goes with photo’s, reverse search them to find out company info, criminal history, and if he’s on any other sites (this helps cross-check age, location, and other facts he has listed on his profile).
  • Choose an identity and stick to it - Think about the type of person you want to convey (ie: the struggling but motivated university student, the driven twenty-something, the educated single mother, the urban socialite, etc) and build yourself up around that image. If you don’t feel comfortable using your real name with POT’s, use a fake name. Invent fake facts and stories or recall certain facts and stories from your life that correspond to the type of person you want to be. Remember, the more you have, the better. Most POT’s will ask you to some extent, some more than others, about you (ie: your job, your likes/dislikes, your upbringing, your dreams/aspirations, your background, your parents/their occupation, etc) and you will need to be prepared to answer. On the other hand, be prepped with questions to ask him, this date is about getting to know each other, it’s a waste of time if you leave knowing nothing about him.
                  ‣ Tip:
                           - If you’re struggling with coming up with questions, check out this and this, there’s a large variety of questions that you could use.
  • Make sure he understands that absolutely nothing sexual will happen on this date - There should be no sex on a first date, absolutely nothing sexual. If your POT believes that coffee/lunch/dinner/drinks and a hundred dollars should equal sex in the hotel down the block, then you leave him right there and then. We are ladies looking for gentlemen with the means to provide for us and support us. If he’s only interested in sex in exchange for money, then he’s looking for an escort, not a sugar baby. (Note: if sex in exchange for money is what you’re looking for, then go right ahead and make that cash, every girl is allowed to make her own choices!)
  • Agree to meet in a PUBLIC place - Always meet for the first time in a public place (A restaurant, coffee shop, bar, hotel lounge/lobby, etc) because your safety and comfort comes first! If he invites you up to his hotel room for a drink, decline by saying that is something you would love to do sometime, but would feel better meeting in a public space first. If you starts arguing or does not agree to this, drop him. You don’t need to waste your time on an asshole like him. 
                 ‣ Additionally: 
                          - Have your own transportation to and from your meet! Do not get into his car thinking you’ll save a little cash, even if he was kind and definitely legitimate! Personally: I don’t let POT’s get me an Uber home either, I don’t feel comfortable with them knowing my exact address.
  • Ask for a gift - While this isn’t something that is necessary to do, it’s something that I do. If you’re aiming for a gift, make sure to ask after you have made plans to meet or at least a day before you meet, this gives the POT time to either go shopping for you or go to an ATM for some cash. If you’re aiming for travel compensation, then feel free to ask a few hours before or even during the date, travel compensation is something usually all POT’s will agree to. This or this are the ways I use to ask, either one usually work flawlessly.
                 ‣  Keep in mind
                         - It is not a red flag if he declines to bring you a gift! At this point in your relationship, he owes you just as much as you owe him, which is nothing. If he declines, just say that’s it’s okay and then (if you still want a little cash) try the travel compensation method.
  • Text to confirm - One of the worst things is dolling yourself up and then coming out to meet, only to find that your POT actually couldn’t make it. That’s why it’s important to confirm your meeting a few hours before in a quick little text.
  • Stay SAFE - Safety has always and will always be the number one thing in the sugar bowl which is why you need to make sure you have at least one person who know’s who you’re meeting, where, and when. If you don’t feel comfortable telling anyone you know in real life, message me and I will gladly be your safety contact. In addition to having a safety contact, it is always a good idea to carry around a bottle of mace with you, for creepy POT’s and creepy men in general.

During Your Meet

  • Make an entrance - Often,the first part of the conversation happens before you open your mouth, sometimes it happens before you’ve even laid eyes on them. When you enter any room, have your head up and your shoulders down. Don’t strut, but walk gracefully, swaying your hips gently, you can even look up videos of models on catwalks and learn how to walk like they do. Be dramatic, walk like you’re the center of attention - you’re a sugar baby: you’re young, stunning, and seductive. Pause in the entrance and survey the room slowly, let your eyes to travel from one side of the room to the other, until you locate your POT. It may sound a little silly, but a proper entrance will captivate anyone, especially your POT. Knowing how to walk properly and make an entrance is useful in practically every aspect of your life, not just in sugaring. 
  • Keep the focus on them - I’ve noticed that POT’s (and SD’s in general really) love to talk about themselves, some SB’s will even go as far as to say that these men don’t care about the things you say unless it directly relates to them (in my experience this isn’t always true, it depends on the man). Try to find a way to refocus the conversation about him, you will easily become his favorite person to speak to.
                ‣ Additionally:
                         - If he shows pride, you give praise. If he says something, then pauses, and looks at you significantly, he’s waiting for the applause. Be there to give it to him. You don’t even have to think what he did was impressive. You just have to be there ready to dispense a pat on the back  Do not be over dramatic, smile, look impressed, and stroke his ego.
  • Pay attention when he speaks - Be engaged in the conversation: ask questions to further your understanding of the topic, make comments to indicate that you are paying attention, laugh a little to signal that you are having fun, smile to show that you enjoy being in his company, and make eye contact! If you look a person in the eye, it signals that you not only hear what they’re saying but are interested in it. If you have to look away do it slowly, this reinforces your interest and enjoyment of what you’re hearing.
  • Don’t fidget - It ruins your credibility. Often, stillness is compared with integrity. Those that can look someone in the eye and sit still are usually believed over those that try to say something while squirming in their seat. It’s important to have good posture as well, don’t slump in your seat and if you do, catch yourself and correct your posture. 
               ‣  Don’t worry:
                        - Your hair looks fine, your clothing fits you well, and your phone will not explode if you don’t check it for an hour. Your main focus should be your POT, not the little things about your appearance.
  • Relax - You might be a little nervous over the first date, but chances are, he probably is too! Some SD’s are nervous the first time meeting, this might be due to the fact that you’re much younger than he is or he might be downright intimidated because of your looks. Your job is to make him feel at ease and the easiest way to help him feel at ease is to be at ease yourself. People play off each other’s energies and your body language speaks volumes, so try your best to just relax.
  • End on a good note - End the date with a hug or a handshake (or a kiss on the cheek, if you like him), something physical so that you touch and it leaves him wanting a little more. If you went out for lunch/dinner, tell him how thankful you are for taking you out, how much you loved the food, and how he has great taste in restaurants

After Your Meet

  • Assessing him - A person’s appearance and demeanor speaks volumes about them. Observe not his wallet, his cufflinks, or his shoes, but his mannerisms, his eloquence, and his overall conduct. Many good sugar daddies may not look the part, but they will act it. There’s no forcing chemistry, so it’s best to figure that out right away before delving deeper.
                  ‣ Questions to think about:
                         
    - Does he ask you first what you want to eat?
                         - Is he interested in what you’re saying?
                         - How does he talk about his family, his employees?
                         - Is he nice to the waitstaff?
                         - How much is he tipping?
                         - Were your personalities compatible?
                         - Did you have a lot in common?
                         - Was it easy to hold a conversation with him, or were there awkward silences?
                         - Is this someone you’d be comfortable being seen in public with, going on vacations with, and generally spending time with?
  • Send a follow up text - If the date went well, shortly after you meet (a few hours or a day, at most), send the POT/SD a text saying that it was a pleasure meeting him and you’d love to see him again. When (or if) he responds, you might be able to schedule your next date!
  • Think about your loses - If the date didn’t go so well, you got a free coffee/lunch/dinner/gift. If your POT contacts you and asks you out again, decline politely and wish him luck finding what he’s looking for.

Allowance Talk - Yes Or No?

There’s a lot of disagreement on whether or not you should speak about allowance with your POT on a first date. I’ve had POT’s bring up numbers over text/on the phone/email (prior to meeting and after meeting) and during coffee/lunch/dinner/drinks. In my opinion, let him bring up the allowance talk.

  • If he does, express your desires concerning allowances, gifts, and how the arrangement will work. Most arrangements end due to schedule conflicts and misunderstanding expectations, be clear about what you want. 
  • If he doesn’t, that’s completely fine too. You’ll most likely speak about it on your second date or over some electronic format.
  • If you touch on the subject but you notice he’s not too keen on delving into it at the moment, leave it alone. This sends your POT the message that you’re more interested in a suitable arrangement than the money, as well as that you are nowhere near desperate and while you are interested in him, not overly so. This lack of overt interest gives you more control of the relationship from the get-go. It also shows that he cannot control you or gain your interest with his money alone. This makes it easier for you to discuss the terms of the relationship, set boundaries, and negotiate your allowance later on.

What to Wear

Men are visual creatures, they love eye-catching arm candy, but most prefer elegance or casual classy to outright flashy. However, showing all your goods on the first meeting is not a good idea. Choose one thing to show off, this leaves his imagining and wanting more. Keep in mind where you’re meeting, as well. There’s no need to go all out if you’re just meeting for coffee.

  • If you’re meeting for coffee - Jeans and a pretty blouse will be just fine, top it off with flats or boots and you’ll be good to go. If it’s warmer out, a sundress is perfectly acceptable too.
                ‣  Keep in mind
                        - Meeting a POT for the first time in shorts is not appropriate, there is no need to play up the age difference between the two of you, even if it is hot outside.
  • If you’re meeting for lunch/dinner/drinks - A formfitting dress will do you good, especially if it’s dinner or drinks. Complete the look with a nice pair of heels and some jewelry, if you’re having trouble figuring out which jewelry to wear with what, check out this!
  • Makeup - Keep the makeup light and natural, opt for neutral colors rather than darker ones. Get your nails done, fill in your brows, foundation, mascara, light colored eye shadow, and lipstick/lip-gloss is all you’ll need. I prefer to top up my look with a slightly red nude lip (since my lips are full and the color makes them pop more), even though most SB’s suggest to stay away from all red’s.

So there you have it dolls, an ultimate guide to POT dates. Feel free to add on your own tips! Keep sugaring, dolly xoxo

Sweet Dreams

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Sam x Reader (kind of)
Warnings:  Fluff
Summary: Sam comes to sleep in the readers room


“This is your room” Sam smiles, opening the motel room with the key card.
“I get my own room?” you asked, setting your duffel bag down on the bed.
“Yeah, I figured you’d probably want a night or two away so I got you your own. Is that okay?” Sam looked very hesitant, scared he might have upset you in some way. His worry instantly washed away when he saw a smile spread across your lips.
“Yeah, no that’s great! I won’t have to deal with Dean’s snoring; who knows, I might even get a good nights sleep for once.“ you laughed, laying back on your queen sized bed.
“Well, here’s a copy of your room key in case you need it. We have yours too, so if something happens just call.” Sam chuckled, laying the room key on the table by the door.


The first night on the job wasn’t so bad. Dean had staked out one of the suspects houses while you and Sam questioned the local authorities and towns people about the murders.

“I am beat” you sighed, climbing out of the impala.
“Yeah, flirting with the Deputy can do that to ya” Sam joked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. There had been some sexual tension between the two of you lately, nothing had happened yet, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want it to.

Rolling your eyes, you watched as they crossed the other side of the motel and went into their room. Sighing you closed your door and immediately peeled off your clothes and jumped into the shower. When you had finished your nighttime routine, you turned on the tv to watch Friends and passed out within the episode.

The sound of your door shutting woke you up, immediately grabbing the gun from under your pillow you pointed it at the door.
“Sam?” you asked sleepily, setting the gun on your nightstand and sitting up with a yawn.
“Dean’s snoring is keeping me up, is it cool if I sleep in here?” he asked, you could hear how tired he was in his voice.
“Yeah, its okay.” you yawned, snuggling back down into your comforter. You watched as Sam grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and laid down on the couch, curling up so he would fit properly. A small smile played on your lips, “Sam, come get in the bed.” you laughed, pulling the other side of the blanket up.
“I’m fine here, y/n” Sam laughed, laying his head on the pillow.
“Sam, if you don’t get in the bed then you can’t sleep in here” you warned, a jokingly tone slipped out, making him laugh too.

Getting up, he crossed the room in just a few strides and got into your bed.
“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, making sure he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.
“I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t okay, Sammy” you mumbled, already falling back asleep. Hesitantly, Sam shifted his body so he was laying down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable in the bed without disturbing you. There wasn’t a whole lot of room in the bed with the two of you.
“Sam” you whispered, feeling him shift in the bed.
“Yeah?” he replied, laying on his side facing your back.
“Come here” you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your body so you two were spooning. Sam moved closer to you, his front pressed right up against your back.
“Is this okay?” he asked, locking his arm around you so he could feel like he was protecting you from anything that might enter the room.
“mmmhmm” you mumbled again, slowly falling back into the sleep you had before he had come into your room.


The next morning, Dean entered your room, looking for Sam and was only a little bit shocked to find you two sleeping together in the same bed. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, your face was in Sam’s neck with his arms wound tightly around your body; almost as if he was trying to keep anyone from taking you from him.
Smiling softly, Dean pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you two and laughed softly.
“Oh yeah, they are never going to live this down.”

Sheriff’s Daughter

Originally posted by mendescamilas

Anon requests: please do an archie imagine 💖💖

please write an archie imagine

I love your writing so bad! So I got this idea and hoped you would write it? So, reader is Archies girlfriend, Kevin’s sister which makes her the daughter of the sheriff. Since Jasons dead it has been forbidden to go to the river, but she and Archie sneaks out in the middle of the night and go there. The get in the water and make out. Things heated as her dad aka the sheriff finds them and takes her home. He forbids them to see each other, but the keep doing it, tho. U decide the happy ending :)

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: The sheriff’s daughter and her boyfriend are quite the trouble-making pair.

Warnings: none

Word count: 940

A/N: ahh my first archie imagine!! hope you all enjoy!!


You and Kevin sat in your room together, listening to Taylor Swift’s older albums.

“I’m just not feeling the country,” Kevin critiqued.  “Even in the Red album, she was leaning towards pop.”

“But this is classic Taylor!” you protested.  “You’re telling me you don’t like Fearless?”

“I’m not saying that,” he raised his hands in defense.  “I’m just saying 1989 is way better.”  You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, Kev.”  Before he could think of a clever remark, a tapping on your window interrupted the two of you.  Sharing puzzled glances, you and Kevin slowly moved towards your window. You pushed back the curtains to reveal your boyfriend, Archie Andrews, standing on a ladder.

“Can I come in?” he asked cheekily.  You rolled your eyes, but smiled and opened the window.  He climbed in and closed the window behind him.  Listening to the music that was playing, he shot you a raised eyebrow.  “Taylor Swift?”

“Hell yeah!” you nodded, but lowered the volume a bit.  “So what are you doing here?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the river,” Archie suggested with a small smirk.  Before you could respond, Kevin cut you off.

“Dad said we aren’t allowed,” he shot you a warning glance.

“So what?” you rolled your eyes. “He’s not gonna find out.”  Kevin pursed his lips and crossed his arms, sending you a pointed look.  “You wouldn’t.”

“I will,” Kevin warned.  “There’s a murderer in Riverdale right now, and going to Sweetwater River is like walking into death’s trap.”

“Come on, Kev,” you whined. He shook his head.

“No.  There’s nothing you can say that’ll convince me not to tell him.” You furrowed your eyebrows trying to think of something you held against him.  Finally, you reached an idea and smirked.

“I’ll tell him about Joaquin,” you declared.  His face visibly paled as his eyes widened.

“But… but you can’t!” he stuttered.

“I won’t tell dad if you don’t tell him about me going to Sweetwater River,” you bargained.  He huffed and rolled his eyes, but agreed. You smirked triumphantly and smiled at Archie.  “Let’s go.” He went down the ladder first to make sure he could catch you if you fell.

The night was dark and silent, and you and Archie stifled your laughs as you ran towards the river.

“This is such a bad idea,” you whispered, but he just waved it off and kissed you.  You smiled into the kiss.

“Let’s go into the water,” he said, and you nodded.  The two of you, holding hands, ran into the water.  You shrieked with delight as the coldness of the water enveloped the lower half of your body.  Archie snuck up from behind and grabbed you by the waist, twirling you around as you laughed.  He set you down and turned you around so you face him.  Still grasping onto your waist, his lips connected with yours. This kiss was not like the ones the two of you had shared before; this one was rough and passionate.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.  Archie’s fingers traced the hem of your shirt.  You were about to prompt him to take it off, but the shine of a flashlight caught your eye.  The two of you separated and looked for the source of the light.

It was your dad.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, squeezing Archie’s hand.  Your dad approached the edge of the water.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled, shining his flashlight directly in yours and Archie’s eyes.  “Get out of the river right now!”  You and your boyfriend obliged, slowly trekking onto the shore. The two of you were dripping wet, and your dad, who had come prepared, threw each of you a towel.

“Sorry dad,” you mumbled, keeping your head down.

“Sorry?” he demanded, his voice cold with anger.  “Sorry doesn’t cut it, (Y/N).  As the sheriff, I have to protect this entire goddamned town, and my own daughter won’t listen to me.  My own daughter!  Do you know how that ruins my reputation?”  You had no reply, so you just kept your head down.

“We’re sorry, Mr. Keller,” Archie apologized.  “This was all my fault.  I convinced (Y/N) to come out here with me.  Don’t get mad at her, please, I should take all the blame.”

“Another reason why my daughter should have never started dating you,” the sheriff spat.  “Get in the car, both of you.  I’m taking Andrews home and having him explain to his dad why the sheriff had to escort him home.  And then, (Y/N), we’re going to have a nice long chat.”


You sat in your room, dismally staring out of the window.

“I didn’t tell him, you know,” Kevin said, not bothering to knock before he entered your room.  “He walked into your room and saw you weren’t there, and I guess he just had a hunch.”  You turned to face your brother and rolled your eyes.

“That’s great, Kev, but it doesn’t help the fact that I can’t see Archie anymore,” you responded, and then turned back to the window.  Kevin sighed and exited your room.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the ginger climbing towards your window until his face was right in front of yours.

“Archie?” you whisper-yelled, opening the window.  He grinned, but didn’t climb into your room.

“Hey,” he said.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.  He just smiled and kissed you.

“I had to see you,” he answered after you two pulled apart.  You smiled and shook your head.

“God, you’re an idiot.”  He pouted, causing you to peck him on the lips. “My idiot.”

Hi, Momma.

(Series Masterlist)

Summary: Be the mother of all angels isn’t easy, specially if they’re already adults. 
a.k.a. = The written proof that if the angels had a mother, the apocalypse would be solved in less than an hour.
Pairing: Chuck x Reader
Prompt: Imagine being able to see every Angels’ wings because you’re Chuck’s Mate. Thus making you mother of all angels and them being very protective of you. - @dirtysupernaturalimagines (x)
Characters: Reader, Gabriel, Mentions of God!Chuck,  Raphael, Lucifer, Michael, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Crowley
Warnings: Mom!Reader;
Word counting: 1.5k words

(Series Masterlist)

“Gabriel.” You called.

The young archangel’s whiskey eyes widened when he heard your voice, and he dropped the weird animal behind him, trying to hide it with his figure and wings.

“Hi, momma.”

“What is it behind you?”  You asked calmly.

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Days of the week (smut)

Words: 1148

Warning: Smut

Reader x All the members

A/N:  This is a special smut that contains 8 parts, this is the first one and does not have smut yet

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

 Everything started with a fan meeting. Everything started only with that.  You were nothing but just a fan, a fan who never thought that all that would happen. Once you went there, your life changed.

  You were there, waiting for your turn to see them, to talk to them, to give them gifts. You couldn’t be more anxious, you had been waiting for that moment all life. And finally, your turn came. You talked to them, one by one, sharing smiles and compliments. In the end of the FM, when you were about to leave – it was already empty, you wanted to stay there the most you could - someone stopped you. You turned around, and a big man was standing behind you.

“Can I help you?” you asked politely, and kinda scared.

“Come with me, please” the man said. He must be one of the securities, and your stomach started to burn up. What did you have done? Why was he calling you? What the fuck. The man took you to the backstage and while you walked thru the hallway, no one seemed to pay attention on you both. The man stopped in front of a door and looked at you.

 “I am the boys’ bodyguard. They are right inside this room” he said. Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok were right there? What was gonna happen?

“They want to talk to you” You felt your body tensing up; you felt your heart stopping. What… the…fuck…? They want to talk to me? Oh my… “But I have to check you before”.

When he finished checking you, he looked at you again.

“And one more thing… You have to assign something” he said and gave you a paper.

Confidentiality Term?

“What is this for?”

“You can’t see them if you don’t assign this” He said.

Right.

You did as he said.

“You can go in”.

And just this way, he opened the door, and there they were. The youngest ones were sat, while the hyungs were standing. You entered into the room, your body shaking while you heard the door being closed.

“Hello” Namjoon said, “nice to meet you again” he said. Oh ma.

“H-hi, oh my God” you said, voice trembling.  You looked at their faces; they were looking at you as if you were an animal in a zoo, smiling cockily. They said a “hi” in unison.

“Don’t be nervous. What’s your name again?” he asked. Of course they don’t remember, they knew a lot of fans today.

“Y/N” you answered, blushing.

“And how old are you?” Jin asked. You almost lost your conscience because of the sound of his voice.

 “I am 18”.

 What was happening? What did they want? And whatever they wanted, why me? You must be dreaming. You were not in a room with the boys of BTS.

“Hum… old enough”.

They kept talking to you, asking things and you just answered, not daring to ask what was happening. But minutes later, maybe hours, you didn’t know, after a lot of conversation, the boys told you to sit.

“You are really beautiful, you know?” Taehyung said, making you wide your eyes. His deep voice did send you shiver. His lips… oh.

“Huh, t-thank you” you said, your face probably redder than a tomato.

“You are single?” Jin asked.

 “Yes” you answered.

“Well, Y/N. We gotta say that the fact you are wonderful is seen by all of us. Not just wonderful…You are hot too…” Namjoon said, his voice deepened as he said “hot”, looking you up and down. Your heart rushed. Did Namjoon say you were hot? Nah… Taehyung sat beside you, and your body tensioned. He seemed to notice because he smirked cockily.

“Are you nervous?” he asked. You nodded.

“Why Am I here? Did I do something wrong?” you asked shyly. They laughed.

 “Of course you didn’t, baby girl. Tell us… as a fan… you think we are hot, don’t you?” Yoongi said.

What?

“O-of course I do” you said, blushing and looking down.  You felt Taehyung getting closer to you.

“And would you like to kiss me?” he asked, putting his arms around you. Oh my God that couldn’t be happening. Not with you. He got closer, his lips touching your ear, “would you like to touch me? Would you want me to…” he said, his hands flew to your thighs, squeezing at it and making you jump by the sudden touch, “Fuck you, hard and good?”

 The world stopped to you. You looked at him by the moment he said that. Did he say…did he ask…? Shit. You looked at the boys and they didn’t seem to be surprised. They didn’t act. They just stayed there, waiting for you to answer. You were so chocked that you didn’t realize Jimin had sat in your other side.

“Wouldn’t you want me to suck on your clit?” he said, his hand on your other thigh, getting up toward your breast, “or your boobs”

You got up immediately. What the fuck are you doing? Don’t. You didn’t know what to do.

 “We are sorry… sorry” Taehyung said, now apparently worried because of your reaction “We shouldn’t have touched you, we are sorry. You can go if you want”

No way.

“Why did you call me?” you asked. “That’s what I want to know”.

 “We liked you. We want you” Jin said simply. You looked at their faces again and noticed that Jungkook was the only one who wasn’t talked yet. So he is really shy.

“All you?” you asked shyly, looking at Jungkook.

“Yes, all of us” Jungkook said, making you surprised again. He was so fucking cute. They kept there, waiting for you to say something, anything.

 “I… I don’t think I understand” you said. What did they want? To fuck you all at once?

 “We are seven. There are seven days a week. We want you. That’s it. But if you don’t want to, you can go. But remember you can’t tell this to anyone” Namjoon said.

You thought about it… You wanted of course, but that was so sudden.

“You won’t live with us or something… We are staying here for 2 more weeks, and then we leave. You’ll go to our hotel room to see us when we call you and that’s it. Don’t think you are a slut because of it. You will be just a girl who wants to fuck her idols. Her idols who want to fuck her too”

That’s enough.

“Yes” you said.

“What?” Jimin and Hoseok asked, this time surprised.

“Yes. Let’s do that”  

Did I just accept?

 All of sudden, Jin walked towards you and grabbed your waist, pushing you back till your back hit the wall. He licked your earlobe while squeezing your butt with both his hands and whispered:

“Tomorrow is Monday. I am the first one”

Love Always Wakes the Dragon

(and suddenly flames everywhere)

It could be worse. You do have all the luxuries befitting a princess, though one charged with treason. But a gilded cage is still a cage. And the prospect of withering away in this, the tallest tower of the Palace of Asgard, in the same place where your once-betrothed will live and marry and rule from, it’s almost too much to bear.


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Thor x Jotun!Reader
word count: 4067
warnings: brat prince Thor, unprotected sex, oral sex, hair pulling, choking

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You lose your breath every time they enter a room. Your heart beats faster when they walk by. Your skin tingles when they stand close enough to feel their breath. I know you feel what I feel.

Why So Shy? (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin has morning wood and tries to convince you to be more confident around him by seducing you in the kitchen.

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Originally posted by bangtan

The smell of coffee filled the expanse of the kitchen as you stared idly out of a sunlit window. The sky was clear and the view was nice, so you took a few minutes to soak it all in. It was a lazy Saturday morning and Jimin had not awoken yet. His schedules had been tight lately and he rarely had time to sleep in, let alone be off for a whole weekend, so you let him sleep. The beep of the coffee machine snapped you out of your thoughts and you poured yourself a cup, leaning against the counter. The spin cycle of the washing machine could be heard from down the hall but other than that, there wasn’t any other noise. The silence was nice at first, pleasant to your sleepy senses that were still waking up and you enjoyed the peace, until you didn’t. It was always quiet when Jimin wasn’t there, which turned out to be more often than you would like. Silence was something that was never in short supply, so it really wasn’t anything special, you’d much rather listen to the sounds of your boyfriend shuffling around or shouting from across the house at you to come to where he was so he could show you a stupid video that made him laugh.

You took a sip from your coffee cup, only to burn your tongue on the scalding liquid. It wasn’t the first time you had done that this week and you let out a frustrated sigh as you put the mug down. This morning you felt like doing some chores, wanting the house to at least be clean for Jimin while he rested. You woke up early and cleaned around the house, not getting into too much detail, but making it look nice and presentable. As you inspected your surroundings, you decided to clean the only thing left unwashed, you. Your footsteps padded up the stairs into your room to get some clean clothes for your shower.

As you entered the room your eyes landed on a sleeping Jimin. His face was relaxed and his features were accented by the morning light pouring through the windows. He was still in the same position he was in when you left the bed, a hollow space left where he had been spooning you. He was adorable and your heart melted at how peaceful he looked. You couldn’t resist, so you walked up to the bed and very carefully leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, making sure not to put your weight on the bed or do anything that might disturb his slumber. Then you tiptoed to your dresser to grab some new clothes (more pajamas) and headed into the bathroom silently.

You took your time in the shower, shaving most of your body in the spare time and relaxing under the water while mumbling Korean lyrics of your favorite songs softly. When you stepped out of the space, you found the room filled with steam and you had to wipe the mirror with your towel to see anything.

Your eyes landed on your reflection and you let out a breath. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed about your body, you did think you were pretty, but you still felt a bit self conscious about it. Times when you were alone in the bathroom, you would try to boost your confidence by pointing out all the great things about you even though there was always a steady stream of compliments coming from Jimin, especially when he wasn’t there. Your hands roamed your torso, stopping to push your boobs together gently. The boobs that were always too small for your liking even though you were a C cup, the same ones that were uneven with the left one being bigger than the right, making all of your bras fit weird. The ones that Jimin said were amazing and perfect in their imperfection, the ones he unconsciously plays with when he’s falling asleep; Jimin’s favorite part of your body. You blushed when you thought of his hands in place of yours, lightly massaging your flesh and pinching your hard nipples playfully. You shook that thought out of your head as you slipped on some clean panties and one of your boyfriend’s sweaters.

The air in your bedroom was cold compared to the stuffiness of the bathroom, and as you stepped through the doorway you could feel the steam follow you out, giving you goosebumps on your bare legs. You felt your nipples harden underneath of the sweater and looked down to see them poking through the thin material. When your gaze shifted from your breasts to the bed you saw that Jimin had changed positions. He was now laying on his back, one leg straight and one bent and to the side. You couldn’t see his hands under the covers, but you did see something that caught your eye. A bulge was protruding from the blankets that draped Jimin’s body and your face began to heat up when you realized what it was. Your eyes scanned his face for any sign that he was awake, but you found none. His face was just as relaxed as before, his breathing just as slow, and his hair just as messy.

While walking around the bed to leave the room, you tripped over something and almost fell. Thankfully you caught yourself before you went all the way down, but when you looked up, Jimin’s eyes were fluttering open and his lips were curling into a grin. He yawned when he tried to say something to you and you waited for his words.

“Good morning, jagi.” He gave you a warm smile and you felt your heart rate increase.

“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You tried your hardest to focus on his face, but from the angle that you were looking at him, it was hard to ignore his obvious boner. Your eyes flickered quickly down at him and then back up to his face and Jimin caught this and giggled. You unconsciously licked your lips as you sped out of the room before he could say anything. Through the silence of your gentle footsteps you could hear his low chuckles. Quite words travelled down the hall. You’re cute.

The buzzing of the washing machine called you into the laundry room. Without this noise there was no sound. No voices, no footsteps, not even the tick of a clock. Just the faint chirping that came from the birds flying around outside your house. Hastily changing the load, you shuffled back into the kitchen, finding comfort in the smell of coffee still drifting through the air. You inhaled deeply when you reached the cup. Coffee wasn’t your favorite but it sure did calm you. You, personally, enjoyed the smell better than the taste. You tried many different flavors, amounts of sugar and milk, creamers, different brands, but in the end, you just never fell for coffee like most of your friends had. On the weekends, however, you made it a bit of a tradition to make coffee, figuring that since you didn’t drink it on busy weekdays, you should at least drink it on weekends. It helped you wake up from the “Saturday sleepies” as you liked to call it, preventing you from taking a nap and accidentally sleeping the day away.

The cup was no longer hot in you hands, just like you liked it, and you leaned forward resting your elbows on the counter as you slowly sipped your now lukewarm beverage. Maybe you were engulfed in your thoughts, maybe the sipping distracted you, or maybe you just weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t hear Jimin come downstairs. His arms wrapped around your waist gently and you screamed as you jumped from the contact. He laughed and you could visualize his eye smile behind you.

“Relax babe, it’s just me.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as you placed a hand over your heart.

“Jimin don’t scare me like that!!” You exhaled, putting the coffee mug that you almost dropped back down on the counter. “You know I’m usually alone on weekends, I forgot that you were even here. You can’t sneak up on me like that!” There was at least some truth in that statement. You were usually alone on the weekends, that part was true, but you certainly had not forgotten about his presence in your often empty bed. You had actually been pondering what you had seen minutes before, wondering what he could be dreaming about to make him like that and hoping that he was dreaming about you.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed, his breath hitting your neck.

“Go back to bed, it’s still pretty early. You should try to catch up on some sleep while you’re off. That’s what I would do.”

“Well, I’m wide awake now.” His grip tightened on your waist and he pressed his hips into your rear so you could feel his arousal. You gasped at the feeling and he giggled some more.

“Why are you like this?” You shook your head and he lowered his mouth to your ear.

“Did you know that all men get erections when they go into deep sleep? It’s not uncommon to have morning wood, babe.” As he said the last few words, he moved his hips against you and you had to hold back a moan. You were turning a bright red and you suddenly covered your face. Embarrassment rose within you and you felt ashamed that he was getting to you like this.

“Why are you so shy (Y/n)?” Jimin moved away from you and turned your body to face him, amusement clear on his expression. “I’m your boyfriend, don’t act like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” His tone was seductive but the look he gave you was innocent.

He was right, you already knew this, but it was still hard for you not to get shy when he made advances like this, even if you have had sex with him 100+ times and had been dating him for about 2 years. He was so straight forward, but never demanding, wanting to make you comfortable while also telling you what he wanted plain and simple. Although you were now very horny, you had trouble admitting it. You were never the flirty type, keeping your desires hidden and appearing as innocent as possible, no matter how dirty your thoughts were. Jimin used body language to communicate his feelings and you could read him well, but you felt like if you tried to show him how you felt, it would turn out awkwardly or would be misinterpreted. Accepting his flirting was just as hard though, because you didn’t want to seem desperate or easy when in reality, you wanted it as bad as he did. You had pride and shame and you didn’t want to expose yourself, even in front of Jimin. But he could see right through you.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Admit it, you’re turned on right now.” You blushed harder and he smirked. “See, you’re just like me, except you don’t want to accept it. But I’m your boyfriend and you don’t have to hide from me.” A devious smile crawled up his face as he bent down to your lips, brushing yours with his as he spoke. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He backed away slightly only for you to lean forward and mimic him, speaking low and seductively against his lips.

“I want… To drink my coffee.” You leaned away from him and looked up at his face. He seemed amused, though slightly disappointed, but he kept his word and gave you what you wanted. He reached behind you, caging your body between his and the counter and pressed a sly kiss to your neck before pulling back and handing you the mug. You took a sip expecting him to walk away but he still stood in front of you, watching your every movement. When you raised your eyebrows at him he responded slowly.

“Is there anything else you want?”

“Let me think about it.”

Of course there was something else you wanted. You wanted him and he wanted you, it was as simple as that, except it wasn’t. You wanted to play his game for a little while longer, but that wasn’t it. How we’re you supposed to tell him what you wanted? Just blurt out that you wanted him to fuck you right there on the counter until your legs went numb? Yes. It was that easy because all he needed was confirmation, but you couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the guts to say it. You were having an internal struggle but you had to give him an answer, so you continued your innocent act and did what you do best, tease him and lead him on.

“Nope, I don’t want anything else. But breakfast would be nice.”

“And are you serving me breakfast in bed?” He licked his lips.

“No you can help yourself.”

“I will.” He took a step closer to you.

“But you have to give me some time to cook. It’s not that simple.”

“But I have a full course meal right here.” Jimin’s eyes trailed up your body and you felt yourself getting hot.

“I’m talking about food, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You blink at him innocently and admire how worked up he gets when you play dumb. You can see the frustration in his eyes and straining against his boxers, but you don’t say anything and he doesn’t express it openly. Instead, you turn your back to him and grab your phone, opening social media and looking at what’s new. Jimin didn’t move for a little bit, but you could feel his eyes on you.

After about 30 seconds you were disappointed to find that he hadn’t made any advances, thinking that he had given up. But you were quickly proven wrong when his hands wrapped around you once again, this time with one slipping up your shirt to grab your breasts and the other pushing past the waist band of your panties to slide along your folds. I knew he wouldn’t give up that easy.

Before you could say anything, however, he flicked at your clit and you jolted against his bare chest. He continued rubbing circles around the bud slowly, increasing pressure as he went, watching your body’s response when he moved his fingers a certain way.

“Jimin..” You moaned, anything you had tried to say to him leaving your brain as you were overcome by pleasure.

Jimin hummed against your skin and you could feel his smirk. “Did jagi lie to me?” He said, moving his fingers lower to skim along your slit. “Look at how wet you are.”

“I didn’t lie..” You panted.

“Well you didn’t tell the truth. Your lips say you don’t want me but your body says otherwise.” He removed his hand from your panties and held his fingers out in front of your face for you to observe the liquid that coated them. Upon your exposure, your shyness went away slightly. You turn and kissed Jimin boldly, falling into the familiar feeling of his lips and body pressed against yours.

“You’re right,” You admitted in between kisses. “I just don’t know how to say it.”

Jimin pulled away from you and looked into your eyes. “Then let your actions speak for you.” Taking his advice you reached for his boxers. Your slim fingers pulled them down with some urgency and his member sprung out to slap against his toned abdomen; you always found watching that so satisfying. He was a bit taken by surprise but you could tell he was enjoying your surge of boldness. His body language told you that he was letting you take control and he waited for you to make the next move. Quickly, you stripped yourself of your 2 items of clothing and then reached forward to wrap your hand around Jimin’s length. You stood close to him and he caught your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you fully.

“I know what I want now,” You said breathlessly as he released your lips and looked at you. “I want your mouth on me, everywhere.” He smirked at your request and immediately grabbed on to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and laying you on the adjacent counter.

“As you wish.” Jimin pulled you closer and bent down to trail kisses along your collarbone and breasts, hands kneading the flesh of your hips. He latched on to one of your nipples and flicked the bud until it became hard and perky, releasing it with a pop and moving on to the other, treating it with the same care. He sucked dark marks into them as a way to claim them as his before continuing his journey downward.

Wet kisses trailed down your smooth skin until they reached your mound. A quick kiss was planted on your clit and you shuddered at the contact. He moved on to your parted legs, licking a line up your inner thigh to your knee and from your knee down on the other. You let out a whimper to let him know how needy you were and you could feel Jimin’s smirk.

He lifted your legs and propped them up on his shoulders before giving you a look with his smoldering eyes. You were already a mess and he enjoyed how you bit your lip and breathed heavily in anticipation for his next actions. He dove down and licked a long stripe up your slit making you shiver. Using two fingers to spread your folds, Jimin wrapped his lips around your bud and flicked it rapidly with his tongue, making your back arch up off of the table. You let out quiet noises and tangled your fingers into Jimin’s hair as he licked and sucked you clean. He inserted a finger into your dripping hole and you could feel a knot building in your stomach as your toes curled. Shortly after, another finger was pushed inside while Jimin increased the pace of his fingers and tongue on you. He curled his digits up into you, finding your spot easily with skilled practice and you gasped. Whimpers left your lips as you began bucking up into him, eyes screwed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

Just as your legs started to tremble, you tugged on his soft locks, pulling him away from you. He looked up at you confused, until he saw the glint in your eyes that indicated that you weren’t finished yet. Sitting up from your position, you motioned for him to come up to your level and you attached your mouth to his. The taste of you lingered on his tongue but you didn’t mind, humming into the deep kiss while reaching to stroke his member a few more times. Jimin groaned against your lips and you pulled away, catching his eyes before sliding off of the counter to stand in front of him. His hands gripped your ass tightly and pulled you flush against him when he reconnected your lips and you let him take over your mouth. He was an amazing kisser and you enjoyed letting him lead the kisses. You pulled away first, coming up for air as he planted a few sweet kisses to your jaw and neck.

Taking control again, you walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit a dining chair and he plopped down in it. He watched you with hungry eyes as you bend over and kissed his tip to taste the bead of precum leaking out, giving him a few slow pumps. You slid his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and pushing it into his slit lightly. He moaned as you took him in farther, giving his entire cock a thick coat of saliva.

Releasing him with a pop, you placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you moved to straddle him. When you met eyes with him, you felt both shy and bold at the same time. By this point there was no need for you to be timid, but the look in his eyes as he watched you expectantly made a shiver go down your spine. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin’s gaze softened and he placed his hands gently on your hips. He didn’t pull you down because he wanted you to know that you were still in control and that he liked that you were taking charge, and he hoped you weren’t suddenly intimidated. You could tell how much Jimin wanted this by the increasing strength of his grip on your hips. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t want it just as bad, but you were never really the dominant one and it felt different being on top. But today you had decided to be courageous and to try something new so it would be wrong not to follow through with what you started.

Moving down slightly, you brushed the tip of his cock against your folds. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to your boyfriend’s as you sunk down on him, letting him fill you deliciously. A quiet groan sounded from the both of you and you swallowed each other’s noises. Your hips moved against him before you released his lips, bouncing on his lap, relishing in the feeling of him inside you.

Jimin sighed in contention. “You look so hot riding me, baby. You’re always so tight, you feel fucking amazing.” He groaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours as you moved up and down on him. His words were a confidence booster and you began riding him with bigger strokes. The grip you had on his shoulders loosened as you moved your fingers along his collarbones and chest, dragging your nails gently across his soft, silky smooth skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you increased your pace, using him as leverage for your harder thrusts when your legs began to tire.

He helped lift you when he noticed your fatigue and moved his hips more below you, letting out sounds of satisfaction. You panted in unison with Jimin, throwing your head back as you got closer to your peak. Taking advantage of the angle, Jimin attached his lips to one of your jiggling breasts, using his tongue to play with your nipple. You let out a rather loud moan that seemed to surprise both of you. Your head snapped back up to look at Jimin with widened eyes. He seemed extremely turned on by your vocality and he bit his lip at the sound. Testing the waters a bit, he reattached his mouth to your breast and pumped up into you with more power, hitting your spot. A louder moan erupted from your chest and he smiled against you.

“Your sounds are so sexy, let me hear you.” Being a usually quiet person, even in bed, you didn’t normally make too much noise. Sure you moaned and whimpered his name occasionally, but you had never been that loud with Jimin before. Suddenly you weren’t in control anymore. Jimin was controlling the pace with his hands on your waist and his shallow thrusts upwards, not that you minded much, you were starting to get tired. You could tell he was now on a mission to make you scream.

No longer satisfied with the amount of mobility he had in this position, Jimin hooked his arms under your legs and stood up from the chair, his strong thigh muscles flexing with the effort. He continued to thrust into you from his standing position as you clung to him for dear life. Jimin had carried you before but you didn’t really know he was this strong, or at least you had never experienced it first hand. It was as if you weighed nothing. He used the new space to slam into you, pulling you down with such force that the back of your thighs stung from the impact when they collided with his hot skin with each thrust. He was going so hard and deep you could feel it in your throat. Your moans were uneven and choppy, the wind getting knocked out of your lungs every time he pushed into you.

It was starting to hurt a little, but you would never ask him to stop, it felt way too good. He readjusted his grip on you and changed the angle he was entering you at, brushing against your g-spot in the most perfect way.

The loudest moan yet broke through your lungs and Jimin looked up at you with half lidded eyes. Your legs trembled as he continued to hit that spot and nip at your collarbone, leaving love bites that you knew you would have to hide for at least a week. You clawed at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as you tried your hardest not to fall from his grasp, but with the force of his grip on your legs, there was no way in hell that he would drop you.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you inched closer to your orgasm, your body being overloaded with sensations. In an instant you were turned with a quick motion and before you could open your eyes your ass was pressed against a cold surface. Your eyelids flew open as you gasped and arched into Jimin to escape the sudden coldness until you realized that the surface was the kitchen counter and that Jimin was readjusting himself in the new position.

Propping one of your legs up on the edge of the counter, Jimin moved inside of you again with renewed fervor, resuming his hard and fast pace. The breath was once again knocked out of your lungs as he repeatedly slammed into you, eyes locked with yours in an intense gaze. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he moved, hand gliding along your lower back and ass, pulling you ever closer to his body. Feeling confident, you closed the small space between you and kissed his lips, giving him a small bite and tug on his swollen bottom lip. You pulled away and looked into his eyes with an equally lustful stare.

“Stop biting your lips. Bite me instead.” You breathed and you felt him twitch inside you at the request. Jimin leaned in to peck you lips before lowering his head to the crook of your neck, panting against your skin. The knot in your stomach grew as he went deeper and your walls tightened around him. Both of you groaned as he could feel how close you were and he sunk his teeth into shoulder, extremely close to his end as well. “I’m close.” You managed to get out and he released your shoulder to kiss your neck. His pace slowed to a steady roll of his hips and you whimpered, feeling your high slowly getting away from you. Fingers digging into his biceps, your hips moved to try and keep the the ball rolling but it was already too late, your high had escaped you. Jimin continued to move agonizingly slow against you, watching you struggle and leaving you on edge.

“Do you want to cum?” He asked as if that wasn’t already apparent. A single nod was all he got in response and he clicked his tongue, moving his hips impossibly slower. The pace was hard for him to keep up as he too was on the verge of his orgasm, but he needed something from you first. “Say it. Use your words.”

“Yes.” You whispered.

“Yes what?” His voice was softer. He tilted his head slightly to the side.

“Yes I want to cum, Jimin.” You struggled. “Please.”

“Louder (Y/n), don’t be shy.”

Swallowing hard and licking your chapped lips, you replied to him at full volume. “PLEASE FUCK ME JIMIN I NEED YOU, I WANT TO CUM!!”

The poisonous smirk that crossed his face at your words told you that he was more than pleased with your answer and he picked up his pace again, studying your face the entire time. You moaned as Jimin went deeper, angling his hips expertly to hit your g-spot, which he knew well.

“Fuck,” You breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl.” Jimin panted, running one of his hands up your torso to cup one of your jiggling breasts.

“Mmmm, Jimin it feels so good, please don’t stop.” You bit your lip as your orgasm built up once again and whimpered when you felt him nipping at your collarbone, your weak spot.

“Are you going to cum for me, (Y/n)?” He asked, voice husky and strained. It was apparent that he was close to his high as well. You knew that he just need the tightness of your convulsing walls and the sight of you releasing on his cock to push him over the edge.

“Yes, I’m so close.” Your lips were moving, but you weren’t sure any coherent words came out. Jimin understood you regardless and connected mouths with you, capturing your lewd noises as they got louder. He groaned against you when you started tightening up around him and pulled away from the kiss to observe your features. Guiding one hand between your sweaty bodies, Jimin pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed quick circles across it, causing you to release a loud moan.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw went slack at the added stimulation, then you felt something in your core snap. Waves of red hot pleasure coursed through you and your back arched into him while you shook in his grasp. Jimin removed his fingers from your clit and pulled you flush against his body, craving the contact. The sight of you shaking and gasping because of him was enough to drag him into the abyss of pleasure and he attached his lips onto yours again, whining and moaning sexily into your mouth. His arms kept their tight grip around you as he thrusted through both of your highs, his hot cum painting your fluttering walls.

He moved shallowly inside of you, deepening the kiss and taking his time making out with you. A hand moved to your face and caressed your cheek gently as he silently stole your breath away. Your leg dropped down to his side, returning to a comfortable position as he finished riding out his orgasm. When he stilled, your lips moved slower but neither of you could pull away. You finally broke the kiss and sucked in a big puff of air, not realizing how long you had gone without clean oxygen. Jimin dropped his head onto your shoulder and kissed it lightly, humming softly in satisfaction. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you started to feel uncomfortable and he let his soft length fall out of you. Jimin giggled quietly when he looked up at you.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

“‘Bite me instead’ you’re so cute.” He teased and you frowned, hitting him lightly on the chest before hopping off the counter top.

“Shut up. You liked it.” You brought up that point and Jimin immediately agreed, gently placing his hands on your hips.

“I did, I love it when you’re bold.” He said, smiling down at you before pecking your swollen lips. “So don’t be shy around me anymore.”

You returned his smile and nodded, promising him that you would try to be more open about your feelings around him. He let go of you and went to grab paper towels to clean up his cum that was dripping out of you and down your thighs. You sighed as you looked back at the countertop you had just been sitting on, a sweaty butt print on the edge. You grimaced.

“Ugh now I have to clean the table again.” You rolled your eyes. “I may need to bleach it.”

“Don’t, keep this as a good memory.”

“That’s so dirty, Jimin, we eat food there!!”

“Yeah and I ate you over there too, what’s the difference?”

“I’m not food.”

“But you still taste delicious.” He gave you a flirtatious wink and licked his lips, causing you to blush. 

You shook your head at him as he cleaned you up, pointing out all of the hickeys and love bites he left all over you. “Show them off so guys know that your mine. I’ll wear mine proudly to let everyone know how much of a freak you are with me.” Jimin smirked and your face turned bright red with instant regret.

BTS Reaction | Walking in on you naked.

Anonymous said:Can I have a reaction where Bts are your best friends and walk in on you/ see you naked and they hint about taken things further? I love your blog by the way and I’m happy your back

A/N: Awwwh, thank you! I hope this is okay.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon didn’t think to knock before entering your room but he soon regretted it. He froze on the spot, staring at you as you let your towel fall from your body to change. When you looked up and noticed Namjoon, you were quick to grab your towel again, wrapping it around you as best you could. 

“Namjoon, don’t you ever knock?” you practically yelled. 

Namjoon’s shocked expression soon turned into a smirk as he shut the door behind him and made his way over to you. “You know Y/N, I’m starting to think you left that open on purpose” 

“And if I did?” you replied, your cheeks flushing red.

His hands took hold of the towel, slowly pulling it off your body “Then I think I need to teach you a lesson”

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The Arrangement (pt 6)

A/N: OKIE IM SUPER PROUD OF THIS PART JUST FYI SO PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK THAT WOULD BE GREAT. Also, this was way too fluffy for me, so prepare for the angst in the future parts muwahah.


The next day, you woke up in a daze. You were kind of surprised when you woke up in a different room, but remembered exactly what happened and calmed down a little. You saw Jimin sleeping in a somewhat awkward position on the sofa. The blanket was slowly falling off of him, so you got up and placed the blanket higher up his body. He always seemed peaceful when he was asleep, you thought.

You realized it was pretty early in the morning, so you decided to make a nice breakfast. You showered real quick, silently admiring the size of the bathroom. You reached for your shampoo, which was placed neatly next to Jimin’s. It was weird seeing all your things next to his. But you were happy still to see this part of his life, no matter how small it might have been. Subconsciously you started to hum to a song, forgetting that your husband was still outside. 

Jimin awoke the second you had fixed the blanket on him. You didn’t have to do it, but you still did, making him smile as you turned away. He was always a light sleeper and the couch didn’t exactly provide the best sleeping conditions either. Oh, how he missed his bed. Once he heard the shower turn on, he looked at the time and realized it was still quiet early in the morning. He didn’t know what to do. So, he chose to scroll through his phone. Then, he heard it.

He thought he was mistaken at first. He could hear a faint hum coming from the bathroom, and it was…heavenly. Usually, Jimin woke up in silence, got ready in silence, ate in silence, and left in silence. But his morning routine was now already filled with sweet sounds. 


You quickly finished your shower, hoping that Jimin didn’t wake up anytime soon. You carelessly picked out a simple outfit to change into so that you could make breakfast and then get ready into your work clothes later. For such a smart woman, you were pretty dumb sometimes. Because today, you threw on whatever came to your hands first. You wore a black bra with a thin white shirt and some leggings. The shirt hung loose on your shoulders and the wetness from your hair didn’t help your situation either. Without even taking second glance at the mirror, you exited the bathroom, only to find Jimin staring right in your direction. 

As soon as you exited, Jimin turned to face you, only to turn wide-eyed. You rarely ever wore comfortable clothing around him. Hell, the only comfortable clothing he ever saw you in was that small purple night dress you wore. But this, this was new. And he had to had force himself to look away, but the image was practically burned into his head. The leggings showcased your legs perfectly and the way the shirt hung on your shoulders didn’t leave much to the imagination. And the way you looked with messy wet hair, oh my.  You jumped black slightly when you saw that Jimin was awake.

“Uh, I’ll go make some breakfast..” you said, awkwardly. 

“Uhm.. ok. But uh..your shirt is kinda…kinda…” Jimin started as he pointed to your shirt. 

You looked down and to your horror, you could see your bra almost perfectly through the shirt. “Oh my god!” you exclaimed as you hugged yourself. How embarrassing, you thought. 

You ran back inside the room to change into something far thicker. Jimin just sat and laughed at your cute antics. 

You came back out with a black shirt and tried to quickly leave the room before you died of embarrassment. Jimin took this has his chance to get ready. However to your surprise, you found Jimin’s parents awake and sitting in the living room, enjoying their morning cup of coffee.

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