every girl would love this guy

anonymous asked:

Hey so you prob have v v many prompts but like I would love to suggest one.. Okay so, Dan is a very confident slutty pastel teenager and Phil is a badass punk boy that everyone fawns over.. and they absolutely hate each other but one thing leads to another and they end up at the same party where Phil is dared to fuck Dan in front of everyone.. (LOTS OF DEGRATION, and dom Phil and sub dan)

a 👌 classic 👌👌

*small mention of rape*

dirty talk + degrading + lots of language idk it’s one am

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“You look like a slut.” PJ handed Dan a drink, leaning against the counter next to him, raising his eyebrows.

“Thanks, that was the point.” Dan winked, hiking up his already far too short baby blue shorts. PJ rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna get raped.”

“Um, excuse me, I can take care of myself.” Dan took a sip from the red plastic cup, frowning. “I haven’t gotten raped yet, have I?”

PJ shook his head, staring at Dan like he didn’t understand him one bit. “I just don’t get why you want to look like you strip for truckers.”

Dan pursed his lips, shifting his pink sweater so it hung on him perfectly, showing just the right amount of collarbone. He smirked.

“That’s probably because you’re a virgin, honey.”

PJ pretended to flinch, shaking his head. “Ouch. That was harsh.”

Dan just shrugged, licking his lips.

“Hey Dan,” PJ started, his eyes lighting up as he stared at something across the room. “Your boyfriend’s here.”

“Shit,” Dan groaned, not even having to look, but he did anyways.

Phil Lester had just entered the room, fully clad in black and far too many zippers.

He was wearing a black leather jacket and t shirt, his jeans the same shade, what a surprise. On his feet were large motorcycle boots. Dan scowled.

He had about five people practically hanging off his arms, Dan hated him.

“He thinks he’s so hot,” Dan grumbled, glaring at his cup. “He thinks he can get anyone he fucking wants, what a twat.”

“Aw,” PJ grinned. “Dan’s got a crush.”

“Fuck you,” Dan growled, punching him on the arm, hard. “I’m as close to having a crush on him as I am to fucking him.”

“Dan, you’re literally the sluttiest person I have ever met.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “I’ll fuck almost anyone BUT him.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Positive.”

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Dan raised his eyebrows, amused. “No. You’re drunk.”

“C'mon Dan,” his friend Chris whined, tugging at his sleeve. “It’ll be fun!”

“No, it won’t.” Dan pulled his hand away. “It’ll be a lot of drunk guys daring me to jerk them. I’m not playing.”

Chris sighed, crossing his arms. “Dan, I hate to do this, but if you don’t come I’ll tell everyone that you hooked up with Mr. Parker over the summer.”

Dan’s eyes widened, and he glared at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” Chris smirked. Dan scowled at his friend.

“Fine. Fuck you, fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The game of truth or dare was happening in one of the bedrooms; Dan was fairly certain it belonged to the kid’s parents. It consisted of a bunch of drunk sweaty teens that had formed a circle, passing around risky orders and questions in excited whispers.

Dan sat down between Chris and PJ, running his fingers through his hair. He shot a glare at Phil across the circle, who was staring at him.

The first ten minutes were normal. The other kids basically ignored Dan, focusing on one person after another. They seemed to change their focus often; singling out one poor soul after another. Soon the focus was on Phil.

“If you had to fuck anyone in this group, who would it be?” Some guy asked Phil, and Dan looked up, for some reason interested to hear the answer.

Phil smirked, glancing around at everyone before his eyes landed on Dan. He laughed.

“Probably not him,” he said, grinning cockily. “I wouldn’t want to catch anything.”

Dan felt a pang shoot through his chest, and he crossed his arms.

“Fuck you, Lester. At least I don’t have to wear animal skin to look bad ass,” he shot back. Phil glared at him.

The rest of the group fell fairly silent, and Dan was highly aware of everyone’s eyes on them. Finally Chris spoke.

“Okay but, you guys should fuck.”

There was some mutual agreement, and Dan’s eyes widened.

“What? Why!”

“Yeah, no, for once I agree with you. Hell no.” Phil shook his head, looking shocked.

“With a few more drinks, you two will be all over each other.” A boy, Dan thought he remembered his name was Charlie and that he was the kid this house belonged to, said, taking a swig of his beer. There was some nodding from the other people.

“That’s not true,” Dan mumbled, crossing his arms.

“Alright, is no one going to say it?” Chris glanced around the circle. “Fine, I will. I dare you two to kiss.”

“Fuck no,” Dan said immediately, before Phil could even respond. “I’m not doing that.”

“Dan, don’t be a pussy,” Phil growled in a voice Dan was fairly certain he had never heard from him before. “It’s a dare.”

“You’re seriously agreeing to this?” Dan scoffed. Phil shrugged.

“Well, I’m not scared of a little dare.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Dan mumbled, sighing and moving closer to him, on his knees. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Phil smirked, leaning forward and pulling Dan forward by his shirt so he was practically sitting in his lap. Dan hardly had time to react, let alone speak, before Phil was pressing their lips together. Dan just let it happen; it only lasted a second before Phil was pulling back and it was over.

“No no no,” Chris said, grinning. “That doesn’t count. You have to really kiss, for at least ten seconds.”

“Seriously?” Dan asked, and his friend just shrugged. Phil mumbled something under his breath, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and tugging him back roughly.

This time Phil kissed him open mouthed, their lips clashing and sliding together. Dan was highly aware of Phil’s tongue invading his mouth, and he fought back with his own.

Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, kissing him deeper and clutching at his shirt, so lost in the feeling that he didn’t hear Chris shouting that their time was up.

Finally Dan pulled back, mostly because he needed to breathe, and frowned when he realized everyone was staring at him. Including Phil.

Everyone was quiet, mostly in shock, until a boy in the back spoke up.

“I dare you to ride him,” he said, grinning drunkly.

Dan and Phil made eye contact, and Phil smirked.

“Well?” He asked cockily.

“You’re really putting this up to me?”

Phil nodded slowly, licking his lips and tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, tugging his head back roughly. “Well, Dan? Are you too scared?”

“I’m not scared,” Dan breathed, frowning at him.

“Well then prove it, pretty boy.”

Dan gasped as Phil bit down on his neck, sucking thoroughly on a spot under his ear. It felt completely wrong to have the guy he absolutely despised leaving marks on his neck, but kind of fucking sexy in a way. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking.

Dan felt himself tense up as Phil slid his hand down his stomach, brushing the hem of his shorts.

“Couldn’t we use a different room or something?” Dan asked, grabbing Phil’s wrists instinctively.

“No,” said the boy from before, quickly. “We won’t have any proof you did it.”

“You thirsty fucker,” Dan hissed at him as Phil played with his zipper.

Phil hummed against his neck as he pushed down his shorts, and Dan let him. None of them would remember this in the morning, and most of them had seen Dan naked anyways.

“I bet you love this,” he whispered, biting down on Dan’s ear, scratching his nails down Dan’s thighs. “You’re such a fucking slut, I bet you love being exposed like this.”

“Says the guy who’s erection is digging into my back,” Dan shot back, and Phil shrugged.

“So? I’m turned on. At least I admit it.”

Dan jumped slightly as Phil brushed over his bulge, and Phil chuckled.

“I hate you,” Dan breathed as Phil palmed him, drawing a whine from Dan’s mouth.

“Mmh, doesn’t sound that way.”

Dan felt Phil messing with his own jeans, pushing them down his hips.

“Do you know how many people would love to be in your place right now, you ungrateful slut?”

Dan smirked. “Yeah, just about every thirteen year old girl in our school.”

Phil pulled Dan’s hair roughly, exposing his throat, and Dan couldn’t help letting a whimper escape him.

“You don’t get to speak to me that way,” he growled, and Dan could feel his hard on grinding against his ass. “Understand?”

Dan couldn’t help but moan, grinding back on Phil’s lap. “Yes sir,” he gasped.

Phil put his fingers to Dan’s mouth, and Dan took them obediently. He carefully covered them with spit before Phil pulled them out.

“I figure you don’t need stretching,” Phil muttered, smirking meanly. Dan just nodded, unable to think of a snarky comeback in that exact moment.

Dan felt Phil lining up, and then gripping his waist.

“Push back,” he breathed, pulling Dan back on his lap slightly. Dan moaned, pushing back on Phil’s cock completely.

He grinded back slowly, his eyes closed and whorish moans falling from his mouth nonstop.

“That’s it, baby, moan like a dirty fucking slut for me,” Phil groaned, biting down on Dan’s neck. “Such a good fucktoy, that’s it.”

Dan whined, letting out little gasps and “ah ah ah”’s as he bounced and grinded expertly, fucking himself on Phil’s dick. They seemed to have both forgotten anyone else was in the room, except for a faint prickle on Dan’s neck, the feeling of being watched, which was honestly turning him on even more.

Phil grabbed Dan’s wrists, pinning them behind his back and thrusting up into him roughly.

“Think you can cum without me touching you?” He asked huskily. “Because, that would be really fucking hot.”

Dan nodded almost immediately, speeding up his movements with a loud whimper.

“Fuck, daddy,” he gasped, and Phil practically growled.

“What a pretty toy, acting like such a slut for me, in front of all these people,” he whispered, meeting Dan’s hips with his own. “Everyone’s watching you, Dan, watching you call me daddy and fuck yourself on my cock. I bet you fucking love it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Dan whimpered. “Yes, daddy, god yes, l-love it.”

“Good boy.” Phil pulled Dan’s head back on his shoulder. “Now cum for me, princess.”

Dan let go with a loud continuous feminine moan, his hips twitching as he thrust forward automatically. Phil groaned, burying his face in Dan’s neck as he let go inside of him.

Dan slumped onto the carpet, completely fucked out, his eyes still closed.

“Jesus,” he breathed.

Phil was suddenly very aware of all of the people staring at them, and laughed.

“Hey, Charlie, I can use your shower right?”

The boy nodded slowly, still shocked into silence.

“Cool.” Phil grinned, scooping Dan up bridal style in one motion and standing carefully. “Uh, if you hear noises from the bathroom, you probably have rats and it’s totally not a second round.”

Dear bisexual girls who are afraid they’re faking their sexuality when they’re not attracted to every single girl:

Would you expect yourself to be attracted to every guy you see? Of course not! It’s okay to give yourself some room to just not be attracted to specific people. That’s normal and natural so don’t worry about it. At the end of the day, when you see that one girl who’s just your type, you’ll get the butterflies again.

Love,
A fellow bisexual 😘

Close as Strangers

Close as Strangers: Chapter One

You were happy it was your last year of school. That was until you had to start tutoring your old best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Otherwise known as “Mr. Popular.” 

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: High School au, angst

This was my 5sos story I started on Wattpad but I wanted to do a BTS version.

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve


It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of  minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.

You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.

Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.

“Forced,” You smiled.  

He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.

“Yes ma'am?”

She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”

You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”

“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.

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anonymous asked:

would you ever draw camila? like with lil nina?

camila loves her happy lil girl more than anything

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(I’m terrible at introductions so let’s get to the point lol)

Thanks a lot everyone for following me and sticking around! Special thanks to my biggest fans and the great friends I’ve made here! Also, feel free to converse with me especially mutuals. It would be nice to get to know you guys. 

And finally… I decided to only include my favorite blogs so I didn’t mention every mutual but, I still really do enjoy your blog! 👌

Mutuals bolded:

# - G

@0ni-chan | @adorable-anime-girls | @akise | @alphastigma117 | @amirn @anime | @anime-cafeteria | @animend | @animepenguin@ayumiko  @banishthisworld | @caskitsune | @chitoge | @chitosenosebleeds | @chriskin | @cresciento @cutegirlsdoingcutethings | @cy-n-s | @deadecchi @desu | @doki-dolly | @emiria | @fixanime | @fuyuko | @grimoirenier | @gurikajis

H - L

@hakujin | @hanae-ichihara | @hexagon431 | @heroichelmsman@heshz  @hibiki-love@himeko-world | @hiratzuka | @horimya | @i-ekk@ipscell  @is-the-order-a-destroyer-new | @itadaki-italy | @jihen | @justintaco | @jyoshikausei | @kael628@kawaiiwaseigi | @kirisaki-chitoge@kuzuchu  @kyun | @lacedfaerie | @lavaloli | @lilium | @literally-the-best-onii-chan | @loli-kingdom | @lolisarereligion | @lolpartyxl | @lunaticyuno

M - R

@maddie-neko | @mangafascination | @marusu-hime | @medusalily  @meowmori | @miodasama | @mimi-pearlbaton | @minarami | @mirayama  @moekingdom | @mochi@moepig | @morganiser | @my-waifu-is-better-than-yours | @nenecchi | @nerd-is-a-stateofmind | @nyanpasuminasan | @ominous-misaka | @onee-samaaa  @onodera-kosaki | @ookazaki @oworion | @pacoxtaco | @phantomaficionado | @phucnghinguyenhoang | @pokkipo | @princess–loli | @psychopass  @puppykaze | @ragho | @r-e-m @recoom3 | @renbu

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@sachi-komine | @safelolicuteness | @sagiri-izumi | @sairenji  | @satania-senpai | @shijuri | @shironomi | @shoujo-dreamland | @silentzero30    @sillywhimsicalgirl @simplykasumi | @soupsane@studioimagin  @sugoihime  @sylveonesque | @takeyourmimis | @that-loser-mika | @theloligod | @tippy-the-rabbit @tsugumi | @vanillabell | @vergil03  @vesperiastar | @xdeyuix | @yazawanico | @yoshinosama | @yurippe | @zechs | @zsaber

Alright I tried to divide them about evenly but… whatever, peace!

To be honest, I was bothered by Jacob and Queenie being a couple, because it uses that average-looking-guy gets the most-stunning-woman-around trope that I hate. It’s supposed to make you think that love sees no appearances, that the internal beauty is what really matters and so on. But have you noticed how that never happens the other way around?? How it’s never the average-looking-girl with the most-gorgeous-guy? I see those couples in movies and all I see is they telling boys to think women are prizes and every guy should expect being awarded a pretty one if they’re nice, because they deserve no less. Had they make Jacob the model-worthy gorgeous and Queenie the average-looking and people would probably be calling this couple “unlikely” instead of “cute”, I promise you.

When she missed him, it didn’t just come and go like waves. It was consistent, stretching on like a faithful friend whom she couldn’t quite shake off. She dared not to breathe because she knew with every breath she took, the thought of him would fill up her brain the way inhaling smoke from cigarettes clouded her lungs. It was the flashbacks that she was drowned in - the images, warped by her own mind, were all cut off by the edges leaving only the good bits behind.

For real though, seeing the girls in these outfits, in person, almost killed me. You don’t even know.

Kendrick kept having to fix her boots because she’s so tiny and they kept sagging. She also kept taking off her jacket and the crew kept telling her to put it back on, but she would stick out her tongue and yell (more like squeal) “noooo”.

Camp literally slipped on the stairs and almost busted her ass, which is why she doesn’t have her heels on in this pic. She kept taking them off.

Rebel made the girls laugh so much, which made the audience laugh. I’m sure that’s why we ended up doing 20+ takes.

Ester and Kendrick’s dance moves gave me so many feels. Kendrick kept dancing in between takes bc they would play music while setting up the cameras. But when Can’t Stop the Feeling came on she was like “really guys?! come on!”

Her interacting with Snow made me scream EVERY time bc honestly, I live for Sendrick and Bechloe

I keep remembering different pieces of the day. I loved every second of it.

anonymous asked:

Imagine spending Easter with Shawn and his family

It would be so fucking amazing. Like a big Mendes family day with Shawn’s entire family. 

Like chatting to his grandparents about school/work and what your plans for the future are. Them giving you advice and encouraging words.   

Hanging out with Aaliyah and their cousins’ talking about clothes and shoes and stuff like that, sharing make-up and getting ready for dinner together. I can imagine the three of you (Shawn’s two cousins) teaming up doing a make-over on Aaliyah. Laughing and gossiping about anything and everything in Aaliyah’s room listening to all your favourite kind of music. 

You and Shawn helping Manny and Karen out in the kitchen - or Shawn would sit on the counter and you’d be helping - sharing jokes and stories about Shawn’s LA trip and tasting all the different kind of foods before anyone else. 

Setting the table with Shawn. He would grab the plates and you’d grab the glasses and every time you passed by each other around the table, Shawn would lean in and kiss your forehead lovingly, before sending you the biggest smile in the world. “I’m happy you’re here” “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else”

Painting eggs (it’s a danish thing, don’t know how it is in other countries) in all sorts of colours to decorate the living room with. Shawn being an annoying dork and painting on your eggs all the time with the biggest giggle on his face. “Oh look, you got something right there-” and then he’d let the pencil brush against your cheek, leaving a blue line behind. “SHAWN. You’re such a dork” “But I’m your dork, right?” “Right” and then he’d lean in and kiss you. 

Small food fights in the kitchen while Shawn, Aaliyah and you were clearing the table. You and Aaliyah both going for Shawn, smashing left over food in his face and hair, while he screamed like such a little girl. “Not the hair, guys! Not the hair”

Shawn holding your hand, stroking your cheek, rubbing your back or planting tender kisses on your cheeks or the top of your hair every time he had the chance to do it. Letting his chin rest on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you from behind, letting his nose tip stroke your collarbone. And everyone would always look at the two of you and say “aren’t they cute” or “love birds” and Shawn would have a smirk planted on his face, while you would blush heavily. 

Sitting around a bonfire after dinner with his entire family, watching the flames and hearing the small cracking noises from the bonfire. Roasting marshmallows over the flames and sticking one into Shawn’s mouth but also smashing it all over his face. 

Shawn putting his jacket around your shoulders, before kissing you and then picking up his guitar and jamming out a little while everyone would just be silent and listen to him play so beautifully.

Having his grandmother asks the two of you, when you’re planning on getting married and have kids - because his grandmother low-key loves you and just want Shawn to tie the knot - and starting your life together. She would tell Shawn she still had the ring and he just needed to say the word, he would get it. And you would sit there watching Shawn bite into his lip, flushing in the matter of seconds and desperately running his fingers through his messy hair. “I’ll let you know when it’s time” he’d say, laughing a little. Then you would just let your head rest on his shoulder - he would tilt his head and plant a kiss on the top of your hair - letting his hand slide across your thigh to find your hand and interlace your fingers and then just watch the bonfire together. 

Shawn and you crawling into bed when everyone left and watching The 100 together to chill and enjoy just being the two of you again. “Today was amazing” “It really was, babe. Thanks for being here” “Thanks for having me” “Always, you’re part of the Mendes family now!” and then he’d kiss you.

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Dating Derek Hale Would Include:

-his eyes on you 24/7

-him calling you cute

-him being totally protective over you

-warm cuddles every night

-him rolling his eyes when you give him sarcasm

- not letting you fight because you could get hurt

- only smiling around you

-you getting jealous when other girls even look at him

-him getting jealous over guys who hit you up

- him never wanting you to leave

-“I love you y/n”

- him threatening to rip someone’s throat out with his teeth when they pick on you

- never wanting to leave him

-cute dates

-giggles

- him only showing his soft side to you

-INCREDIBLE SEX (just sayin)

- him loving when you wolf out on the boys

- you both always wanting to be near each other

-holding hands in public

- fighting along side each other

- him leaving little marks on your neck and shoulders showing that your his

-SARCASM LOTS AND LOTS OF SARCASM

😍😍

anonymous asked:

“I won’t let you.”

The moment you saw the little black box, you knew straight away what he had planned to do.
It explains the obsession with roses and ideas to make a girl swoon, it explains how tense his shoulders became, and how he had been somewhat avoiding you.

He’s in your apartment late at night on a Thursday, his head in his hands as he’s sitting on the stools at the kitchen counter top. You’re lost for words as to what to say to him, he’s been a mess the last few weeks, a complete and utter mess.

“Harry,” you clear your throat, placing a cup of tea closer to him. His tired eyes look up at you, his hair a mess as it messily falls, his clothes a little damp from the rain falling outside. “Are you sure you don’t want a hoodie or something?” You offer before placing your own lips on the rim of your cup, taking a sip of your tea. He shakes his head, his hand cupping the tea as he leans back slightly. His phone vibrates against the granite top, your eyes fall to the caller ID. “Harry, don’t.” You softly shake your head, not wanting to see him dig himself further into a hole, “if you answer that call you can leave.” You threaten him, gesturing towards the door. He places his phone screen down, ignoring the call.

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My North Star (pt 11)

Previous Parts:  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Genre: Angst, angst, some more angst. Oh I guess some fluff?

Pairing: Jin x Reader (ft. Hoseok)

Summary: You were in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life. But what happens when a new girls comes along? And a new guy tries to win your heart?


Jin’s business trip was going by incredibly slow. Every second, he wished he could go back to being by your side. Although he knew better, he still woke up every day thinking that was the day you would wake up….and it killed him knowing he couldn’t be there in case you did miraculously wake up. 

When his trip did end, however, he rushed back to the hospital. But much to his surprise, he found your bed empty. He immediately thought of the worst case scenario, but one of the nurses quickly assured him that you had in fact woken up and that you were discharged a few days before. 

Jin couldn’t contain his happiness and even forgot about why he wasn’t notified beforehand. All his prayers were getting answered, and now he had his chance to make you his for the rest of his life. 

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Need a Ride, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Anything seems possible in the front seat of your beat up Chevy.

Words: 1,122

Author’s Note: So this is inspired by a real-life relationship I had with someone in high school (a lot of it is, you know, made up) but that’s basically the reason it’s so stupidly poetic. Also, this was so so so inspired by a midnight reading of @sunshinemiranda and @alexanderhamllton‘s collab ‘5 a.m.’ which immediately had me reaching for my laptop to write this fic, which took about 25 minutes from the bout of inspiration these amazing writers caused.

Warnings: The tiniest allusion to smut. Blink and you miss it.

Askbox | Masterlist


It was a well practiced and respected routine that everyone knew not to interrupt.

Following an after-school rehearsal or a late night performance, your little group often found its way to a local diner. They knew you well and had come to expect you whenever they caught word that another production was quickly approaching.

After you got your driver’s license at the start of Junior year - an entire month sooner than any of your other Junior friends - Lin started hitting you up for rides.

He made the excuse that he never needed a licence, he couldn’t afford a car and New York public transportation was cheap and easy.

But at 8pm on a school night, the warmth of your beat up Chevy was preferred over any bus or subway car he could name.

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Nothing At Stake - 8

[A/N: As always, I doubt myself! I love writing Kevin but then I have my doubts that he is really what you’re reading for, but he is going to push the plot along. I mean smut without plot is just porn, not that there’s anything wrong with that but I like a little bit of plot!]

Word Count: 967

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Stepbrother || one

I don’t feel safe anymore, not with you at least. 

Originally posted by qweentae

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: Angst 

“Jimin, why do I have to come with you on a date with a girl? I don’t want to be the third wheel once again, like every single time you have asked a girl out,” your hands were crossed sitting on the couch, while your stepbrother Jimin stood in front of you. Jimin and you become step-siblings two years ago, since then he has used you to get girls. Today was the day, he would use you once again. There was just something about him, that made you say yes to him every time. This made you feel used or you was getting used by your own stepbrother. “I’m tired of it" 

"This is the last time, after this, I won’t ask you a thing. I’ll buy anything you want, just come with me this time,” he bent a little down to be the same height as your eyes, looking into your eyes with his beautiful eyes that you tend to stare in. Your mom and his dad were on a holiday leaving you all alone with Jimin, that didn’t take that much care of you anyway. He was either busy with his friends or talking to girls, so most of your time was spend in your bedroom. “Fine" 

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Always Be There (Archie x Reader)

Request: Can you do a romantic Archie Andrews Riverdale Imagine?

“Are you alright?” You asked Archie as he came out of the boys locker room holding his hand in the other.

“I’m fine. What are you even doing here?” Archie answer back. Not believing him you picked up his hand, and as you did Archie winced at the touch. Rolling your eyes at the lying boy you made sure there was no bruising and everything looked in place. He probably just twisted it the wrong way.

“I heard you got hurt during practice so I rushed here, and as I can tell it’s a good thing I did.” You said as you crossed your arms giving Archie a look of disappointment. “Why did you keep on playing if you knew you were injury? You could’ve made everything worse” Archie looked at you at a loss for words not wanting to fight with you since you were right about the situation.

“I just really want to make captain. Everyone is depending on me to and I can feel the pressure building.” Archie mumble out ashamed of his actions as he thought it through more clearly now.

“Your lucky that nothing got worse. If it did captain would of been off of the table and then you would of let everyone down but most importantly yourself. If you want this, fight for it but don’t put yourself at risk Arch, you will only get burned in the end.” You said softly trying to comfort the upset boy in front of you. Lacing one of your hands with his, you pulled his face up with the other. “You know I’ll always be proud of you no matter what’s on the front of your jersey. So will the rest of your friends and family. We love you Arch captain or not we still will.” Archie finally gave you smile but you could see the pain in his eyes.

“I didn’t really think it through I just knew I wanted it. I didn’t care about myself at that point and now I’m regretting it” Archie let out trying to keep calm as the pain was now shooting through his wrist.

“I think we should take you home Arch, get some ice to put on it and something for your pain.” Archie nodded and let you lead the way to your car so you could bring him home.


“Good evening Mr.Andrews” You called as he walked into the door after a long day of work. You were sitting down on the couch with Archie head in your lap. His hand was now wrapped up but he was still in pain. Not wanting to hurt himself anymore you guys decided to have a night in to watch movies.

“Evening Y/N and Archie” Fred said but stop when something caught his eyes. “What happened to your hand Archie?” Sitting up from your lap Archie started to explain to his father

“I injury it during football practice today, it’s not broke or anything just really hurts”

“Next time try to be more careful, we wouldn’t anything to happen to your wrist. It would take away two of the things you love the most, football music” Fred warned, Archie just nodded his head happy that his father wasn’t upset with him. As Fred left to go cook supper Archie turned towards you.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably not much since you would have a broken wrist”  You joked and Archie smack your chest lightly as you both laughed.

“And heart” Archie said changing the mood to serious. You smiled it always made you feel some type of way when he would say sweet things to you. Only Arch managed to make you feel like this was all you needed in life. “I love you Y/N” Archie said with a grinned pasted on his face.

“I love you too Arch” Leaning in to kiss him you couldn’t help but feel lucky. Archie was every girl dream guy and you managed to get him. Feeling his lips against yours was alluring, you didn’t need anything else in this moment. Both of you guys pulled to catch your breath after the overwhelming feeling.

“So pizza?” Mr.Andrews questioned as he reentered the room, making Archie and you look at each other wide eyes. Knowing if he came in moments before he would of caught you guys making out on his couch.

“Sure dad” Arch spoke as blush came upon his cheeks.

“Great” As his dad left the room, Archie took your hand and said

“Come on let’s go to my room, where we have more privacy” Getting up to go you couldn’t help but feel like you were on cloud nine.

༺ in the open ✧ bella hadid

❝ and oh — did she quiver with anticipation at the excitement that may ensue. ❞

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The wind fell short as we shuffled into the nearly vacant bus, digits curled around the dark handle of my suitcase as I haphazardly trailed behind Bella. Despite the only other occupants being a gentle elder woman nose deep in a classic piece of text and the impatient driver glaring at us ( as if somehow that would get us to move any faster ), she still found her way to the very back, her own luggage settled in the chair up front. I quickly copied her actions, finding my way right by her side; no space found as the heat of her exposed thigh pressed up against mine. 

And with that, the hour and a half long trip began, droopy eyelids settling and headphones gently playing in one ear while Bella made minuscule observations of the passing landscape into the other. It was serene, really. Watching the way the sun shone against her porcelain skin and captured the very essence of her smile. She was my best friend, and she was beautiful. 

It was about a third into the trip that I had felt it. The back of a smooth palm gently brushing against my kneecap, a spurt of shivers instantly following in reply. My head snapped to attention, eyebrows furrowing curiously in both question and caution; what exactly was she attempting to go for? 

My gaze quickly averted to the grand rearview mirror in the very front of the bus; as if terrified the bus driver had noticed that. But what could he have noticed? A girl accidentally bumping into another in the most innocent sense? It was innocent, wasn’t it? 

And that’s all I presumed it to be— innocent. So I went back into my own world, eyelids drooping in an eager attempt to find my way into sleep. 

However, no more than five minutes could’ve passed before I felt that same feeling. Her skin against mine; this time, more bold. She gently pushed my legs open, her digits curiously traveling against the flesh of my inner thigh; a trail of goosebumps following in her wake. My eyes shot open, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. 

“Bels, what are ya doing, darling?” I mutter, daring to meet her gaze. 

“I’m… experimenting, you could call it.” She replies, so matter of fact and final yet holding that same coquettish lilt it always did. Her eyes, bright and seductive, were darker than usual, a deep shade I’d yet to discover before this moment. It could only be classified as lust. 

And in that moment, our lips encountered one another, the smell of strawberry chapstick infiltrating my senses. My eyes widened in shock, and for a moment I can’t necessarily process just what’s happened. But within seconds, I melt into it, our lips molding for a second before pulling away. The bus driver doesn’t even notice. 

Of course, I feel the need to mention it anyway. 

“Bella, we’re on a bus.” I chastise, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as my fingers grazed over my lips. I can’t shake off the overwhelming sensation of wanting more, vying for that renewed feeling of how soft she felt against me. All the meanwhile, her fingers stay teasingly at my inner thigh, phantoms of patterns gently painted. 

“That’s why it’s exciting.” She answers lowly, and I can feel a shiver run down my spine. I want to throw caution to the wind, I do, but my inhibitions are fighting me. Yet, I feel it, that heat pooling between my legs. She so easily had an effect on me with the simplest of touches. But it was the way she looked, and the tone of her voice, and g o d, her fingers on my thigh. 

“We shouldn’t…” I protest, weak; halfhearted. She simply chuckles, her head dipping down to press against the exposed skin of my shoulder. I can feel her teeth sinking into it, harsh in the most pleasurable sense, her fingers growing closer to where I want them with every second that agonizingly passed. 

My breath grew so shallow in such a short amount of time, and I was unsure if I was shaking out of the sheer anticipation of her touching me, or by the fact that at any second, someone could notice; whether the driver or the old lady, it didn’t matter. But I knew one thing: I was shaking because of how I didn’t care. 

Because at this exact moment, I knew I could keep trying to get her to stop. To say it’s wrong, to say we’ll get caught. But I didn’t want her to. I wanted to unravel for the aspiring supermodel next to me, melt into the way her chocolate tresses framed the porcelain skin of her picturesque face as she sucked on my skin, cerulean gaze darkened with lust as they stared at me. 

My breath hitched in my throat when she finally grazed her fingers against the practically sheer lace of my panties, gripping onto the back of the seat in front of me haphazardly.

“Oh.” I whispered shakily— not necessarily expecting how overwhelming that had been. The cold of her hand against the heat of my aching cunt was enough to send another gush right into my panties.

“Are you already so wet for me, baby?” She teases, pulling away from my shoulder. I can see the dark marks forming already. She soothes it with one last kiss, her fingers rubbing at my cunt through the fabric of my panties; my hips bucking into her hand desperately. I don’t know why I needed this so much. Why the thought of my best friend getting me off inside a bus made me so damn turned on. 

“So wet.” I reply shakily, barely able to spit it out through the shallowness of my breaths. 

“Tell me how bad you want my fingers inside you. Tell me how tight you are.”

“I want it so bad. I want to drench your fingers in my cum. You can make me feel so good. Please, p l e a s e. Please put…” I have to pause momentarily as her fingers apply a slight pressure against my throbbing clit. Close my eyes and enjoy it. But as soon as I stop talking, her fingers stop moving. So I continue. 

“… put your fingers deep in my pussy, Bels. I’ll wrap around them like a good girl, ride your fingers and let you stretch me out while you watch. Whisper your name. Let my cum stain these bus seats.” 

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” And she relents. Finally. My panties pushed to the side, a single finger slipping in. It’s not enough. Not nearly. And it’s so slow. Painfully slow. I want more. So much more. 

“Don’t tease.” 

“Don’t be greedy.” She coos, her finger curling up and hitting my sweet spot as if I remind me she has complete control of the situation. That I never even had it for a second. 

My hips rock against her hand desperately, aching for it. For her to pound into me, for the sound of her fingers pumping into my slick little cunt to fill my ears but not the bus, for that release. 

“Please.” My fingers grip onto the bus seat, free hand digging nails into her shoulder; nearly breaking skin. It’s almost too much teasing. All the anticipation built up so much, I could explode right here, right now, without her doing any more than this. 

“Three, please. My pussy n e e d s it.” I practically beg, my voice coming out in a low whine. Bella’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, slipping in two other fingers. It stretches me, pain and pleasure in a beautiful mix as I let out a low moan without meaning to. Bella’s hand slams over my mouth to silence me, and I see a glint in her eyes. 

It’s mischievous. 

Without giving me time to adjust, she begins to pound into me, and I can see my juices sliding everywhere. Down my thighs, onto her hand, the bus seat. I’m fighting to throw my head back in pleasure. To know that Bella of all people was showing my poor little cunt no mercy, curling up into my sweetest spot and ramming into it without a second thought was enough to get me off, and to have the actual feeling of that occurring added onto it left me on the verge of tears the the pleasure, every inch of my body shaking with excitement. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” I whimper out, my hips jerking against her hand sloppily. 

“It feels so good.” 

“Oh, right there!”

“Oh, just like that Bella!” 

I can’t seem to shut up. Every part of my brain is telling me to scream out as I approach my climax, as Bella pounds into my little pussy. I’m so close I can taste it. I’m so close, my chest heaving up and down rapidly in pleasure as I bounce against Bella’s fingers, my gaze never leaving hers. 

Her thumb kneads my clit encouragingly, clockwise circles creating stars in my vision as it throbs with each round she makes. 

“Cum for me, baby.” She purrs, so sweet and seductive simultaneously; and I do. 

I let it all go, a silent scream escaping. My mouth wide open, my back arched off the seat, my nails so deep in Bella’s shoulder it draws blood. All while she continues to fuck me through it, never seeming to let loose. 

My toes curl and my eyes squeeze shot, entire body shaking with the overwhelming pleasure. It feels like a lifetime. 

Only once I come down from it all does she slip out of me, though my legs stay spread as she brings up her fingers to her lips, sucking it in and licking up every last inch of my cum. 

“So sweet.” She moaned, popping her fingers out. 

“I wonder what it would taste like directly from the source.” 

༺ Hi, guys! It’s been way too long since I’ve written, but I got so much inspiration to write this, and I thought of no one better to restart my blog with than my baby Bella. I hope you all continue to support me as I start fresh, and that you enjoyed this smut. Much love, Julietta.

She moved on, and
I feel sorry for you,
because she thought
you were the most amazing boy ever.
If she could have had any guy
in the world,
she still would have picked you.
Now, you’re just
another part of her past,
a memory more faded every day.
And someday, she’ll find the one
she deserves, and he will make her
the happiest girl in the world.
—  Words to live by