every morning would be perfect with you ; ;

Twelve.

Could you write like the smuttiest thing you’ve ever written please!!

I kinda want to blame this request for this sin but oh well… This is pure filth so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with smut. This has not been proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.xxx

Y/N couldn’t believe how stupid she was when she agreed to this. She regretted it the moment she said yes. Now it’s been almost two weeks. Twelve days. 288 hours. Not that she was counting.
It happened during a night in with Harry. They both had a bit too much of red wine, their lips stained and their words getting slurred and silly.

“I bet you couldn’t go a week without sex.”
She looked at him with wide eyes for a moment, her deep red lips parted.
“What? I can totally go without sex. Unlike you, you’re a horny mess after an hour without sex.” she smirked at him.
“S'not true! I bet I can go longer without sex than you.” he stated proudly.
“A bet? You wanna bet, Styles?”
“Yes. We’ll see who can go longer without sex.”
“And what does the winner get?”
“Mind blowing sex.”


Exactly that was what she was craving for right now, mind blowing sex. It wasn’t that she was addicted to sex or needed it to function but when your boyfriend is Harry Styles and looks like a goddamn adonis and you know exactly what he’s able to do with his perfect body it’s hard not to get horny.
He was teasing her as well, every morning his hand would wander a bit too low when they were cuddling and every time he came out of the shower his towel was almost falling off and sometimes it really did fall off, accidentally of course.
She was teasing him as well though, only sleeping in one of his shirts and a pair of lace panties or wearing her favorite pair of jeans which she knew made her ass look extremely good.
It didn’t help her though, he noticed all her teasing and sexy looks but he never made a move on her. He wanted to win this bet.
She wanted to as well but if she was quite honest she didn’t think she was able to go another hour without his naked body pressed to hers.
She knew he was upstairs right now, in their ensuite bathroom, taking a shower. And she knew he would come down in a few minutes, showing off his irresistible body.
She couldn’t take it anymore, her body was going crazy. The constant ache between her legs made her feel dizzy and the fact that she just needed him made her go upstairs.
She entered their bedroom, smelling his shower gel. She wanted him. She needed him. She didn’t care about the bet anymore, it’s been too long.
He came out of the door a minute later, surprised to see her standing in the middle of their bedroom, looking all nervous and messy.
“You okay, love? You look a bit flustered.”
She shook her head, she was almost near tears now. The desperation and frustration grew inside of her, making her body move over to his and pressing her lips to his in a hard kiss.
She felt his shock, before he finally began to kiss her back and wrap his arms around her.
“What’s going on, hm?”
He knew exactly what was going on, she was needy. But he wanted to hear her say it.
“Want you. I-I need you. Harry, please, I can’t-”
“Shh, baby.” he shushed her rambling gently.
“What so you need, hm?”
“You, please.”
“What do you need from me?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“I need to hear you say it, baby. C'mon tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.” she whimpered.
He smirked at her, satisfied with her answer.
“But then you’ll loose the bet, darling.”
“I don’t care about this fucking bet, Harry! This was such as stupid idea. I just want you to fuck me, take me in every way you like.”
“So desperate? S'not even been two weeks, my love.”
“But it’s been too long.”
“Alright, s'true. Get out of these clothes, baby.”
She did as he said, immediately throwing her shirt to the floor and stepping out of her jeans and panties.
“Good girl. Now lie down on the bed for me.”
She lied down on her back, waiting for him to come to her. She heard his towel hitting the floor, falling beside her clothes. She looked up at him as he started to crawl onto the bed until he was hovering over her naked form but not touching her yet.
“Didn’t think you could go this long without having me fuck you, baby.” he whispered against her neck, his lips brushing over her skin and making goosebumps arise on her whole body.
“Didn’t think I could go so long without fucking you.”
He pressed the first kiss against her sweet spot, right under her ear and her bach arched off the back, pressing her chest against his. She heard him groan quietly when her naked tits touched his chest.
“I missed this so fucking much, baby. Never again, yeah?”
“Never.” she agreed.
His kisses wandered lower, over her collarbones down to her boobs. He nibbled on the skin there, using his tongue to lick over it. When he reached her nipples he sucked on each of them, licking over the pink flesh before he released it and wandered lower.
He took his time with kissing ever inch of her but this wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want him to be gentle and loving. She wanted him to be rough. Really rough.
“Harry, please.”
He knew that tone, the desperation and need in it. He knew he was torturing her right now but he won’t keep going like this. He’s going to give her what she wants.
He came up from where he was kissing around her hips, looking her in the eyes. He leaned down to press a kiss against her lips, covering her mouth in a sweet and passionate way.
“You went twelve days without this, right? Twelve is a nice number.”
His face moved to the side, his nose nuzzling into her hair and his mouth right over her ear.
“How about I make you come twelve times? A orgasm for every single day you didn’t have me.”
She whimpered at his words, wanting that. Wanting him to make her come undone as many times as possible.
“How’s that sound?”
“Please, Harry.”
“Yes? You want that?”
“Yes.”
“Gonna count them, okay? Gonna count every time you come for me, yeah?”
“Yes, Harry.” she nodded frankly.
He moved down her body again, until he was right between her legs. He grabbed her knees, making them bend and her feet plant on the mattress. He started to kiss down her left thigh, moving closer to where she was pink and aching for him.
She spread her lips apart when he decided it was enough of the teasing, groaning when he saw how wet she was. He glided his middle finger between her lips, gathering some of her juices and rubbing over her clit with them. A breathy moan left her lips at the contact, missing his touch too much.
He finally leaned down then, licking a broad stripe between her pussy lips and humming at the taste of her. He loved this when she filled all his senses, he was only able to see her, smell her, taste her and feel her.
He licked over her clit, lapping at it with the tip of his tongue. He circled the nub before he licked over it from side to side and then moved down to her entrance where he pushed his tongue inside and moved it up and down against her walls. She was moaning and groaning, her hands in Harry’s hair, pulling it and messing it up.
He hooked her thighs over his shoulders so he had better access to her and could bury his face deeper into her. His hands were sprawled out on her hips, holding them down so she couldn’t squirm away.
He licked her deeper now, right between her lips and massaging all the right places. He could feel her getting close already, her thighs beginning to shake, her pussy beginning to clench and the juices kept pouring out of her.
“Harry, I-I’m gonna-” a loud moan interrupted her words when he licked over just the perfect spot.
He sucked on her clit then, trapping it between his lips and massaging it with his tongue at the same time. She came within seconds, screaming out into the bedroom and pulling Harry closer by his hair. He groaned against her when he felt her come, loving the way she moved her pussy against his face and her cum dripped out of her. He knew she came hard, her voice breaking with every moan and her body shaking and trembling with the waves of pleasure that cursed through her whole body and made everything clench.
When her thighs finally fell open and Harry was sure he got every drop of her he sat up, breathing harshly. His lips were swollen and wet with her and his eyes dark and wild.
“You forgot something, my love.” he reminded her.
She wasn’t able to think properly, her brain probably jelly just like her bones. She remembered what he requested of her earlier though.
“One.”
“Good girl.” he praised her.
He moved up again, kissing her briefly.
“Sit up.”
She did as he said, sitting up and watching how he lay down on the bed.
“Over my face, darling.”
“What? Harry, no.”
He knew she didn’t like this too much. It felt amazing and she knew that but she hated the thought of sitting on his face. She was always scared of hurting him.
“Baby, c'mon. You know how good it’s gonna feel.”
She looked at him skeptical for a second before she sighed and gave in. She moved so she was straddling his face. He pulled her down immediately, making her sit right on his mouth. She moaned immediately when she felt his tongue on her again, dragging up the full crease of her.
“Yes! Oh fuck.” she moaned out and she knew Harry was smirking against her.
He moved one hand from where he was holding onto her thigh to her mouth, silently telling her to suck his fingers and get them wet. She wrapped her lips around them, getting them dripping wet. When he was happy with her sucking he moved them down to her entrance, immediately pushing two fingers inside of her, causing her to moan at the delicious stretch.
Harry started pumping his fingers inside of her, stroking that one spot she could never reach herself.
Y/N’s hands reached up to hold onto the headboard, moving her hips against Harry’s mouth. He moaned against her when he felt her starting to ride his mouth, letting her move just how she pleased.
He resettles her above him after a moment and then she feels the firm press of his hot tongue against her clit, licking it with just the perfect pressure.
Harry fucks into her with his fingers, twisting and curling them. His lips sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking over it and making sharp pleasure run up her spine.
“Y-Yes, oh shit.”
She was already so close again, almost overwhelmed with all the pleasure he made her feel.
Harry curled his fingers inside of her, pressing hard against her g-spot. She’s clenching down around his fingers, so close to coming. He hummed against her, the vibrations hitting her clit immediately and that was all it took for her to explode again.
“Harry, yes!”
Harry’s fingers fucked her through it, prolonging her orgasm and keeping her right there. His lips kept on sucking on her clit, making her come so hard she fell forward against the headboard. Harry held onto her ass cheeks then, moving her against his mouth in the same way he would do it if she was sitting on his cock.
“Harry, oh fuck!”
He kept on moving her against him with his hands on her ass cheeks, licking her so deep she came for the third time with a shaky cry and clenching thighs.
She whines when it gets too much and Harry lets go of her, helping her off him.
“What was that, my love?”
“Three.”
Y/N was shaking, a whimpering mess but Harry knew she wanted to keep going. Needed to keep going.
Harry needed this himself, he missed this over the last two weeks. His dick was standing to his full potential already, his tip a angry shade of red and leaking precum that made it look slick.
“Can you sit on my cock, baby?” he asked her sweetly, innocence lacing his words.
She nodded the tiniest bit, moving so she was straddling his hips. She eyed his dick hungrily, missing that body part the most. She took hold of his shaft, enjoying the fact that Harry groaned out at the feel of her hand around him.
She lined herself up with his tip, sinking down immediately. Loud groans left both of their mouths, their eyes falling shut with the pleasure that came with having each other like this again.
Y/N took him as deep as possible, sitting properly on his dick with her ass hitting his thighs. She began to rock her hips, making him rub against her favorite spot. Harry was looking up at her, not quite sure if he should look at her blissed out face or the place where his dick was sliding into her pussy.
Her hands were on his butterfly tattoo, bracing herself. She bounced on him then, making his dick fill her up with every movement of her hips.
“Yes, fuck yourself on my cock.” Harry groaned out, moving his hands to her thighs.
Y/N was moaning and whimpering above him, slamming down so hard on his cock that her ass created a filthy sound against his thighs.
One of her hands wandered to in between her legs, rubbing at her clit to get herself there faster. Harry felt his eyes rolling back in his head when he saw her touching herself right on his dick, the sight so overwhelmingly sexy that he was sure he could come right then and there.
He felt it when she was close, her walls squeezing his dick and her hips moving even faster. She kept on rubbing herself until she finally came with a hoarse shout, her whole body shaking with the pure pleasure her own fingers and his cock made her experience. She came hard, Harry could feel her slick coating his cock and dripping onto his thighs. Her pussy was squeezing Harry’s dick so hard he saw stars but he wouldn’t come, not until he got everything from her.
“Four.” she moaned out when she finally stopped the movements of her hips, her fingers still stroking over her clit to ride out her orgasm properly.
Harry sat up when she wanted to let him slid out of her, pulling her by her thighs tightly to him so she was still sitting on his cock. A surprised shriek left her at his movements, her eyes wide and her mouth parted.
He slapped her fingers away from her pussy, replacing them with his own and rubbing her bundle of nerves in hard circles. A high pitched moan left her, trying to squirm away from his fingers.
“Harry, fuck I-”
“I want you to come, right on my cock from only my fingers.”
She groaned disbelievingly, she felt his cock so deep inside of her, she just wanted to move and make him fuck up inside of her but he held her down on his dick, not letting her move the slightest bit.
His fingers were rubbing her clit so roughly but just the way she liked it and she came within seconds, still worked up from her last orgasms.
Her pussy clenched down on Harry’s cock, making him groan out but he kept still, only feeling her orgasm on him. He rubbed her through it, the way her pussy squeezed his cock making him moan right with her.
“Five.”
He removed his fingers from her, wrapping his arms around her waist and lying down with her on top of him, his dick still inside of her. He knew she would be sore the next day but it didn’t matter.
He bent his knees, planting his feet on the mattress. Her thighs were spread, her knees on either side of his hips. He gave her one experimental thrust, loving the way she moaned out loud at the pleasure.
He unwrapped his arms from around her, his hands grabbing onto her ass, spreading her cheeks apart before he fucked up into her. He held her down on his cock so she couldn’t move, his dick slamming into her hard and fast. She was screaming against his shoulder, his dick feeling so fucking good inside of her. Harry was moaning into her neck, this position absolutely wrecking him as well.
Y/N came so fast it was incredible, screaming and sobbing loudly against Harry, her nails leaving scratches on his arm. He slowed down a bit when she kept on crying out against his shoulder, now rolling his hips into her rather than thrusting with full force.
“S-Six.” she stammered out when she was able to think again.
“Such a good girl, baby. You still good?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He pounded her pussy again, his thighs slapping against her ass hard. He slapped down on her ass with both hands at that was all she needed before she came again. She wasn’t able to count her seventh orgasm because it became her eighth right afterwards, growing into one mind blowing orgasm that made her shout out.
“Yes, baby.” Harry breathed out when her pussy got incredibly tight again.
“Eight.”
He made her sit up then, letting him slip out of her.
“Hands and knees, love.”
It took her a bit longer than usual to position herself due to the shaking of her limbs but she managed to within a few moments.
He lined himself up behind her, sliding into her immediately. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back to his chest. He spread her thighs a bit wider so he had more access before he began to fuck her again, her ass hitting his thighs loudly with every move.
She came again within seconds, her pussy now so sensitive that it only needed a few thrusts to explode. Harry moved one hand to her clit before she could finish completely, intensifying her orgasm with his hard circles against her nerves and making her groan out.
He fucked her right through it, not letting up on his pace and his rubbing.
“Harry! Oh!”
Another orgasm rocked through her body, making her fall forwards. Harry let her, leaning over her and still rubbing her clit with his fingers.
“T-Ten.”
He removed his hand from her, pressing her down on the bed completely and slamming into her so hard the whole bed moved and the headboard kept on hitting the wall with loud thuds.
He didn’t even feel her next orgasm, her pussy grew so tight around him that he wasn’t able to feel her clenching anymore. But she did come, he could hear it, her loud moans and shouts.
“Eleven.” she whimpered out.
She was completely fucked out, he knew she was but she had one more inside of her. Only one more.
Harry was right there, at the edge of his orgasm and he knew he only needed a few more seconds before he would come inside of her. Y/N was still lying on her stomach, her hands gripping onto the sheets.
“You gonna come with me, baby?”
She only moaned at that was all he needed before he began to pound away, paying attention to that one spot inside of her that would make her explode within seconds.
And she did come within a few short moments, coming harder than ever around him. Her juices came pouring out of her, drenching the sheets underneath them. Her scream was so loud it teared right through Harry, making him come deep inside of her and coating her walls with his hot release. He stilled inside of her, pushing as deep as he could go, his cock still releasing rope after rope of sticky white cum.
He was scared that she passed out for a moment but her moans and whimpers reassured him that she was still conscious. He pulled out of her finally, hearing her whimper at the loss. He looked down and saw her release mixed with his cum pouring out of her, onto the sheets.
He lied down beside her, his breathing harsh and ragged.
“You okay, my love?” he asked her softly, his hand stroking over her back.
She looked at him with half lidded eyes, her lips parted.
“How the fuck did you make me come twelve times?”
Her voice was wrecked, raspy from all the shouting she’d done.
Harry laughed out at her words, his shoulders shrugging.
“I’ve got no idea. But it was hot as fuck.”
She turned around finally, laying her head on his chest with a sigh.
“We are never ever going without sex again. Never.” she stated.
“Never.” he agreed.
“We need to change the sheets.” she whispered after a few moments, a bit of embarrassment audible in her voice.
“That we have to do, love. Never thought you could come like this. My dick really has to be amazing.”
She hit his chest playfully, scolding him with her eyes.
“Shut up, you wanker.”
“Oi! I’m very glad that I don’t have to wank anymore, thank you very much.”
“Oh god, Harry.”

Batfamily NSFW headcanons

Well, here it is. Because of the nature of the questions, IT IS NSFW, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, do not read, I have PLENTY of other work that aren’t NSFW at all that you can check ;-) (right here, my masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com). Anyway, I’m not great at writing headcanons so thought I practice a bit…hope you’ll still like it :

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The Goodies-

Bruce Wayne

  • What turns them on?

✶When you touch him inappropriately in public. Especially at charities, galas and other balls. It drives him crazy the way you do it so sneakily so that no one but him notice. It’s a sure way to convince him to go home earlier. 
✶Seeing you putting someone in their place with your wits and sarcasms after they’ve been rude to you…Oh he lives for this, and will have trouble to concentrate on anything else but wanting you. 
✶Your smile. Your laugh. The way you light up his dark World.
✶That man has a thing with lifting your skirt slowly, and putting your panties aside. He couldn’t even tell you why, he just loves it. And obviously, it instantly turns him on when you let him.
✶Knowing that the emotions he feels for you can outlast the orgasm you both had. Oh yes. Knowing he’s loved, and can let go with you. 

  • What turns them off?

There is very few things that turns him off when he’s with you, if not nothing (like literally, even when you’re being annoying, or when he’s being an ass, or if you just woke up and are disheveled and not really attractive…he’d still want you), as everything you do is just…Wow. He can’t get enough of you. Everything you do turns him on really. But He had experiences with other women before… :
✶Women who couldn’t handle a simple conversation. No connection at all with them, just sex. In and out, and then they’d be gone. He hated that. Which makes him love you more when you just spent time in each others arms talking about anything and everything. You’re the only one that makes him want to talk about what he feels and such…It’s a big relief. You’re his big relief. 
✶He use to hate SO MUCH when he took a woman out that had a “fake hollywood accent”, or any fake accent. A lot of fake French one. They thought it made them more interesting, but the only thing it did, was making them super annoying to hear so…Yeah, massive turn off. He cringed more than once because of a high pitched voice, or an annoying one with a stupid fake accent.
✶Narcissism turned him off instantly. Oh the many women Alfred had to escort out because Bruce misjudge them…It happened to him a lot when he was younger, long before meeting you. He thought he’d find a kindred spirit, but turned out, it would just be a woman who wanted him for his money and fame, and who thought she was irresistible. Spoiler : those kind of women were rarely irresistible, to him at least. He could resist them very well. He could resist most women very well…But you. Oh you, it’s impossible. 
✶Lack of passion. He just cannot even think about dating someone who isn’t passionate about anything. 
✶Fake tits. That doesn’t even remotely look (or feel) natural. Fuck them. And oh the women he went out as a younger man had a lot of fake things physically (fake ass, tits, teeth, nose…), every thing was fake in them really, to their personality and smiles. He hated that with a passion, and often wished he could drop the “womanizer” and “playboy” persona, that wasn’t like his real him at all…Everything changed when you came in. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, nothing fake about you (for real though, if you wanna tell him to fuck off because he’s being an asshole, they you’ll do so, and he loves that!). 

  • Kinks?

Nearly violent sex. Bitey, grabby, pinny, not-holding-back sex. Paired with sweet words of encouragement and gentle forehead/Cheek kisses.
✶Surprise sex. You waking him up because his cock is in your mouth. Him whipping you around while you walk around the Manor, and boom.
✶Sex after an injury. He loves the way you’re careful with him, or how he needs to take care of you because you’re hurt. 
✶He likes giving more than receiving. WITH YOU. Because he feels like he has to thank you to put up with his shit and antics…And you do it so well, oh he just has to please you. Doesn’t mean he’s against a good old blowjob though. Oh, and damn, the good old 69 am I right ? 
✶He can be vanilla and/or rough, and you love it. He would never really hurt you (even if you ask him too, just light biting really), and most of the time you make love, rarely just fucking (unless you haven’t seen each other for a long time and you just need it)…He’s all for the sweet and cuddly aftercare. Cheesy man. 

Richard Grayson

  • What turns them on?

✶You. Your mere presence. A slight touch of your fingers on his arms. And he’s gone. It’s not always great, like, you’d be in public and you’d just touch his thigh softly, as you do, and he’d give you “that look”…
✶Snuggles. Cuddles. Oh yes. 
✶Neck kisses. It drives him beyond wild. 
✶He will get harder inside you by the mere sound of your moans…And hearing you orgasm, clenching around him, is a sure way to send him over the edge too. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Being with someone boring. Glad he found you. 
✶If he’s with a “selfish lover”. He doesn’t mind giving at all, but for him, making love is a way to show mutual respect, to show how much you mean for each other…so if he’s with someone who only think about themselves ? No.
✶When his partner is too forward about wanting sex. “Want to fuck ?” Oh. Nope, he likes when it’s subtle. When you give him sultry looks and such. He likes the building up. 
✶Bad breath. As simple as that. 

  • Kinks?

✶Once, he was arguing with you and in the heat of the moment, you slapped his face. Of course you excused yourself profusely, until you realized he went from being annoyed to argue to being very aroused…You both learned something about him that day. So, light BDSM. Who would’ve thought ?
✶He lives for silly giggly sex. Pleasure, your moans and bad puns, how could it get better than this ? 
✶Women’s mid sections. He loves slight belly and curvy hips. As simple as that.
✶He’s a sucker for romantic evening, that turns hot and steamy. 
✶Rubbing your legs, ass and back during the act. Oh yeah. 

Jason Todd

  • What turns them on?

✶Seeing you punching people. It sounds awful, but the way you don’t let anyone walk on your feet and don’t hesitate to punch people even twice your size…He loves it. 
✶If you wear a dress, your legs will instantly turn him on. He loves your legs. Especially when wrapped around his waist. 
✶You love to dance, and hum songs you like…Big turn on every time, as he can’t get enough of your voice, and you’re damn sexy when you dance. 
✶When you’re trying to contain yourself, but simply cannot. Muscles spasm and contort as you climax.

  • What turns them off?

✶Judgmental people. The kind who decides what you are before knowing you.
✶The daddy kink. Oh God, NO. 
✶It’s something kinda silly, he knows, but he hates long unclipped toe nails. Ew. You laughed the first time he told you. Well, yeah, it’s super gross. 
✶Lacks of enthusiasm and initiative. He can’t be with a woman who lets him do everything, chose everything for her. And who never initiates anything. Basically, the opposite of you. 

  • Kinks?

✶Clothed sex, because it feels like you two are so hungry for each other, that you just can’t bother getting all the clothes off. 
✶Sex games. First one to come loses. 
✶Public and semi-public sex. Hey, he likes danger. When you two are almost caught…Oh the thrill.
✶He’s very creative when it comes to sexual position. As long as your comfortable of course…He’s sure glad you’re flexible by the way.

Timothy Drake

  • What turns them on?

✶Intelligent woman. Intelligence in general. 
✶The way you look at him, with so much love, that makes him feel like he’s really wanted and needed…Sometimes, he just needs validation, as he doesn’t always gets it with his family. Fortunately, you’re here for that. 
✶Nibbling on his ears and neck, while whispering sweet nothing.
✶Eye contact. He just loves it. 

  • What turns them off?

✶Loud people. Oh God can’t they shut up ? He hasn’t slept for the past 36 hours and they’re making his head explode. Instant turn off if there’s too many noises. Though he loves your screams…It’s different ok ? 
✶If you starfish. Making love is a thing he wants to do with you, not to a very passive you. Fortunately, you’re never able to “starfish”…you’d do it as a joke sometimes, because you know he doesn’t like it, and then you wouldn’t be able to resist moving in sync with him.
✶Nothing to talk about but yourself. Someone obsessed with themselves. Oh he hates it. He’s so glad he didn’t find someone who didn’t had any subject else than themselves. He’s so glad he found you. Because with the name “Wayne” comes a plethora of women only interested in money and fame, who loves no one else but themselves. 
✶He hates feigned incompetence. Like a girl who acts like she doesn’t know anything about sex, while she’s clearly experienced. He always feels manipulated when this happens…

  • Kinks?

✶He loves to “discover boundaries”. Like what you like, dislike, what you two are willing to do, the extent you can go etc etc..Knowing just until where both of your boundaries go. 
✶You two nerds invented a secret “sex langage” to be able to talk about it in public. Of course you would.  
✶Nerdy dirty talk. Oh the puns about technologies, and pop culture you two are able to get out while making love : it’s endless. And he loves it. It makes him feel like he found just the perfect person for him. And you really are. 
✶Lazy morning sex. Bath sex. Those private moment with you, where you can just both enjoy each other. Domestic moment sex if that makes sense. 

Damian Wayne (older than his current age of course)

  • What turns them on?

✶Training together, seeing you fight and such. The way your body moves…Gets him every time. 
✶The way you look at him and tell him “I love you”. He’ll never get tired of it. Seeing the love in your eyes for him, knowing you mean it, that there’s at least one person in the world that really love and appreciate his bratty ass. 
✶When you caress his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Soothing and arousing at the same time. 
✶The way you bite your lips or stick out your tongue when you’re focused. 

  • What turns them off?

✶He tries to be nice about it but…Body odors. If you smell because you two jumped on each other before you could take a shower…Instant turn off. Even his own smell could turn him off. Basically, if it smells bad, he won’t be able to concentrate on sex at all. He’s a living paradox however as he loves the smell of your sweat.
✶Hurting you. 
✶Rude and vulgar people. 
✶Lack of empathy.

  • Kinks?

✶Sensory deprivation. Like blindfolded, so you have to rely on trust and such. Or handcuffed, so you can’t touch and…again trust comes in. Sometimes, he would put headphones on your ears, so you wouldn’t know what his next move is by the sound…Basically, knowing you trust him and letting him do all that. 
✶He likes trying new things.But will never do anything you’re uncomfortable doing of course. Consent is key.  
✶Always the tease though. 
✶Sometimes, he’ll argue with you ON PURPOSE just for the amazing make-up sex afterward…Each time you’ll give him a look meaning : “really Damian ?”, and he’ll just smirk back at you. He knows how to push all your buttons, and oh, he just really like the way you are during make-up sex. 
✶You come first. He loves you, he wants you to be comfortable, but he also like trying new things and he’s so damn glad he found someones like you who’s willing to be adventurous. 

married part 3- h.s imagine

part 1 

part 2


Niall opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. You rolled your eyes as you stared at him from across the kitchen counter. Niall furrowed his eyebrows as he placed his hand on his chin. He shook his head and leaned against the counter. “Alright. Tell me again exactly what she said.”

You let out a sigh as you leaned your hands against the counter. “She basically told me to fuck off, Niall.” Niall shook his head and sat down on one of the bar stools. “I just can’t believe Kimberly would say something like that to you.” You sighed as you sat on the seat next to his. You leaned your head against your arm. “I can’t believe it either.”

“So did you tell Harry?” Niall asked. You shook your head, “No. And I’m not planning on telling him either. I can’t tell him that he married-”

“The wicked bitch of London?” Niall interrupted, lips quirking up in a smile. You let out a chuckle as you gently punched him in the arm. “I’m serious, Niall. It’ll break his heart knowing Kimberly’s capable of saying something like that to someone. Promise me you won’t tell him?” Niall shrugged his shoulders as he got up to grab something from the fridge. “I guess, Y/N. But he’ll find out eventually. What’s he gonna think when his best friend suddenly stops talking to him?”

You groaned as you placed your head on the counter. “It’s not like I was going to do anything to hurt the marriage. I respect Harry too much to ever jeopardize it. But now I feel like I did overstep my boundaries, that’s why Kimberly wants me out of the picture.”

Niall turned around from looking in the fridge, a bottle of water in his hands. “You did nothing wrong, Y/N. You’re Harry’s best friend. Just because he’s married, that’s never going to change. Kimberly’s just insecure that her marriage is in the runs.”

You rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted of the situation. “Out of all the people I could’ve fell in love with, why Harry?” You let out a laugh at how ironic your life was. “I just had to be the stereotypical girl who falls in love with her best friend.”

Niall smiled, sitting back down next to you as he placed his arm around you. “Harry’s just a great guy. Every girl is bound to fall in love with him. At least you have the privilege of being his best friend?” Niall tried assuring you, giving your shoulder a squeeze. You leaned your head against Niall’s shoulder and puffed out your cheeks, “I hate my life.”


With yet another promise from Niall that things were going to work out in the end for you, Niall left your apartment. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your Facebook feed. You sighed as you saw another post from Harry’s honeymoon. You leaned your head against the bed frame as you clicked on Harry’s name. You started looking through his most recent pictures. A lot of the photos were either from his honeymoon or his wedding. You tried not to wince as you would stumble upon pictures of him and Kimberly kissing. You were basically looking at Harry’s timeline in his photos. There were pictures from when he proposed to Kimberly, pictures of them at a Coldplay concert, pictures of them eating crazy looking food, pictures of them on the bed snuggling. Just pictures of them.

You laughed as you landed on the next picture, your hand covering your mouth.

You smiled at Harry as he placed a small cake in front of you. He sat down in front of you, a smile so wide, you were afraid his dimples would somehow burst. “This is my first time trying out this cake recipe, love, so bare with me if it’s not good.” Harry said as he began lighting candles on the cake.

You shook your head, a smile still on your face. “It looks absolutely amazing, H.” Harry looked over at you and smiled. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. “And now, it’s officially your birthday.”

Since you and Harry were twelve, he’s always made sure to be the first to tell you Happy Birthday. As your best friend, it was his sole purpose to do so. Every year, Harry would make you a cake, from scratch, and would sing you happy birthday. You guys would eat cake in your pajamas while watching Sixteen Candles and eat even more cake for breakfast in the morning. It was a perfect tradition you’d hope would never end.

Your eyes glanced over to the caption. On this day, my beautiful best friend came into this world. I will always remain thankful for this day. I will always love you.

You bit your bottom lip, rereading the caption what felt like a million times. You couldn’t help but wonder how your birthday will be this year. It was only in a couple of weeks. Would Harry still come over? Should he even come over? With everything Kimberly said, is it right for him to come over? You grabbed one of the pillows placed on your bed and screamed into it. With your head still in the pillow, your laptop began to ring. You looked over to see your mom was trying to FaceTime you. “Just what I needed” you mumbled. You plastered on the most phony smile to exist. “Hey mom.”

Your mom smiled, “Oh, honey! How lovely it is to see you!” You shook your head, letting out a giggle. “I saw you at the wedding, mom.” Your mom shook her head, a look of concern appearing on her face. “How are you doing, sweetie?” Besides Niall, your mom was the only one that knew of your feelings for Harry. How could she not? She was your mother. Your mom would always tell her friends that she knew you and Harry would be married someday. She loved your friendship and she loved how Harry respected you. It’s what every parent dreams for their child. When she got the invitation to his wedding, she was absolutely shattered for her daughter. She immediately called you only to be met with you sobbing on the other side of the line.

You shrugged your shoulders, pushing your hair behind your ears. “I’m fine.” Your mom shook her head. “You’re not. And it’s okay if you aren’t.”

You sighed as you stared at the computer screen. “It’s over, mom. He’s married. I can’t do anything but be supportive for him.” Your mom pursed her lips, nodding her head. “Well, Y/N. The reason why I called was because I want you to go out-”

You groaned, interrupting her. “Mom. Please. The last thing I want to do is go on a date.” Your mom let out a sigh.

“Y/N. Harry’s married.” You shook your head slowly as your eyes shifted away from the screen. Your mother continued, “And from looking at how happy he was at the wedding and listening to his vows…Y/N, he’s going to be married for a long time.” You sniffed, trying not to tear up in front of your mom.

Your mom looked down at her hand, looking at her wedding ring. “Every mother wants that for her child. They want to see them in love. They want to see their wedding. I want that for you, Y/N. As your mother, I can’t stand back and watch you hurting.”

You looked back at the computer screen, a tear falling down. “Let yourself be happy.” Your mom whispered on the other side. Your head shot down in defeat. She was right. A moment of silence passed before you whispered, “Alright.”


Lucas was…nice. He did everything you were supposed to do on a first date. He asked about your family, he asked about your job, he asked about your hobbies. He pulled out your chair for you at dinner, he held open the door for you, he paid for dinner. Lucas was a proper gentleman. You couldn’t help but think you needed someone like Lucas. As harsh as it sounds, Lucas was your distraction from Harry.

“Well this is me.” You said as you nodded towards your apartment building. Lucas nodded as he followed your gaze. “Is it alright if I walk you towards your door?”

You smiled, nodding your head. As you and Lucas were walking towards your door, you let out a laugh as Lucas was telling you about accidentally walking into his brother “handling” his business in his room.

Your laughter halted as you saw Harry standing in front of your door. He was staring between you and Lucas with his arms crossed. “Harry? What are you doing here?” Harry stared at Luke before he turned to look at you. “Can I talk to you?”

Lucas cleared his throat, catching on the tension. “I should probably get going, Y/N. I had a really great time.” You turned to look at Lucas and gave him a small smile, nodding. “I did, too.” You leaned over and gave him a hug. As Lucas returned the hug, you couldn’t help but feel Harry throwing daggers at you. Lucas cleared his throat once more as he nodded towards Harry and walked back towards the elevators.

As soon as you opened your apartment door, Harry was quick to ask, “Who was that?” You ignored his question, taking your heels off. “What did you need to talk about, Harry?”

Harry cleared his throat, crossing his arms once again. “Were you on a date?” You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yes. Ok, yes, Harry. I was on a date.”

Harry let out a scoff. “That explains why you wouldn’t answer my texts.” You rolled your eyes as you began pouring yourself a glass of wine. “Well I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you.”

Harry closed his mouth, a slight pang of hurt on his face. He shook his head. “I just wanted to tell you that me and Kimberly got into our first fight today. I really needed you, Y/N.” You stared into the wine glass, your mind zoning off as Harry went on about the fight.

“I just need you to tell me what to do.” Harry said. You quickly came back to your senses. “I’m sorry, H. I got none of that.” Harry let out a sigh. He was already frustrated enough with Kimberly and being ignored by you wasn’t making it any better. “Damn it, Y/N. Stop thinking about that guy and pay attention to me.”

This time it was your turn to let out a scowl. “I’m sorry Harry that I wasn’t listening to you go on about your wife. Why would I want to hear your problems in your marriage when I’m having problems myself?”

Harry threw his arms out, “You’re supposed to be my best friend! You’re supposed to be listening to my problems and help!”

“My life doesn’t revolve around you, Harry!”

Harry looked away from you, shaking his head. He realized he was being needy but you’ve never had a problem with it before. You were always happy to help him whenever you could. He couldn’t help but think it was because you had a potential guy in your future. He doesn’t know who that guy was, how many dates you guys have been on, or how much you liked him. What he did know was you didn’t look right with that guy.

Harry placed his hand on the door knob before he looked at you. “You’re right. I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

“Wait, H-” You closed your eyes as the door shut. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hating that you were so harsh to Harry. You were about to run after him but you couldn’t help but thinking about what Kimberly said. You knew you shouldn’t let her words get into her head. Why is she just now having a problem with your friendship with Harry when they’ve been together for two years now? You let out a sigh as you sat on your kitchen barstool. You couldn’t help but think about what it would be like from Kimberly’s shoes. You would be insecure as well if your husband had a best friend that has feelings for him. But you weren’t the type of person to jeopardize a marriage, why couldn’t she see that? You leaned your head against your hand. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

When Harry stepped into the elevator, his eyes were staring at your door, expecting you to run after him. When your door made no movement of opening, Harry looked down at the floor as the elevator doors closed.


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Dating Kim Jongin...

* Him always touching you
* “Jagiya”
* Shyly smiling and giggling when you flirt with him
* Laying his head on your stomach when you guys are watching movies in bed
* Speaking of which, nEVER LEAVING YOUR BED
* having days where neither of you leave the bed all day
* And ordering food
* Because you’re too lazy and comfy to move
* He would have the warmest skin
* Like a walking heater
* Letting you warm your feet up on his legs
* Innocent showers and baths together where you just talk
* Having to try and talk him out of getting more dogs
* Him being a 6 year old about it and whining
* Thinking it’s cute when you burp
* Getting turned on by you wearing his clothes
* “Honey”,“babygirl”,“sugar plum”
* Him spoiling you 24/7 just because he loves to see you happy
* Dance battles to settle an argument
* Spending extra time during sex to kiss every single inch of your body
* “You’re so gorgeous”
* Hickies and neck biting
* He would live to eat you out
* Because he loves the feeling of power
* And hearing you whimper
* Taking such good care of you after sex
* Making sure he didn’t hurt you and being so upset with himself if he was too rough
* moRNING SEX
* LIKE EVERY MORNING
* Slow and deep kisses
* And just staring into each other’s eyes
* Grabbing your ass always
* Playing with your hair
* Buying you food when you’re angry at him for paying more attention to the dogs
* Always trying to feed you honestly
* Getting really upset when you talk about your weight and dieting
* “You’re perfect just the way you are, jagiya. Don’t ever change”
* Being a dork and making lame jokes
* Honestly just dating the softest bear in the world

I literally wrote this at 3 am. Because this is what I think of before bed 😂 I hope you guys like it and request box is open! Let me know what member I should do next 💖

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I think a sweet Aphrodite altar would be a makeup vanity. You could keep a vase of roses(fake ones are okay!), pink and blue jars filled with your tools and supplies, pearls, shells, and morning chocolates. Burning scented candles and incense, and using rose face scrubs and lotions. Not to mention the glamours you could perform, or how perfect your eyebrows will be when you know She’s with you. Every morning could be an act of devotion by pampering yourself, and every night another by softly removing your makeup. Aphrodite is so lovely, and I think this would be a lovely way to celebrate her. 🌙🕊

Summer Fling Part 10

Title: Summer Fling: Father Daughter Time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,814

Warnings: Fluff, MECHANIC!DEAN, Minor Mention of Sex.

Summary: After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer.  A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever.

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A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this part as much as I do! It’s one of my favourites. It would be wonderful if you could leave me some feedback. This series lives on it. I am also not responsible for dental bills. 

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August 1st.

You walked in the front door with the biggest grin spread across your cheeks. It was just after one thirty in the morning when Dean dropped you off from your exciting weekend together. A summer music festival a couple of cities over was too good to pass up and Dean managed to get tickets for the two of you. You spent the whole weekend together enjoying the summer sun. Your dad on the other hand, was going to be pissed at you for coming in this late. You probably would have been better off staying the night at Dean’s but you didn’t have any clothes for work in the morning.

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On Your Left - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 4754

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving), Choking, Captain America quotes hidden throughout 

Notes: This is what happens when I ask the girls what they want me to write next. They say “Write Thomas! Make it kinky!” 

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“You have no right to come here to try and reclaim what you threw away” G.D

a/n: hey guys! I know, i’ve left you guys waiting for this for too long but i had surgery last monday so i’ve been on strict bed rest and in so much pain these couple of days. BUT, i finally got the energy to finish this draft so here it is! this is also the first time i’ve written smut so bare with me haha.  i hope this makes up for it!

warnings: contains sexual content!

word count: 2,713 words.


“Come on y/n, it’s time for the meeting”

You looked up from your desk and saw your best friend Sienna waiting for you by the door. You nodded and quickly gathered your things before heading with her to the conference room.

It had been a year and sixty-one days since you walked away from Grayson. A year and sixty-one days since you walked away from the relationship you had wanted to be your happily ever after. After that night, you decided to start your life over, away from him, from Ethan, from everything that reminded you of what you had had with Gray.

And by everything, you meant EVERYTHING. You decided to leave LA and move to New York, a small town called Saratoga Springs which is just a short drive to New Jersey where your family lived.

Just being in the same city as Grayson had been toxic. You were always afraid of bumping into him everywhere you went, sometimes even hoping of running into him because you missed him terribly. You knew an escape from the city you had grown to love would be the best thing for you and your newly broken heart.

Now you were in your second year of college and had a paid internship at a live entertainment company which had been your dream job for the longest. That was actually one of the things you and Grayson had had in common, you both had dreams of one day being involved in the entertainment industry as a career.

“So how’s Jacob doing? Sienna said, pulling you from your thoughts.

You smiled at the thought of your boyfriend. You were honestly so happy to have him in your life. He had helped you become the happy girl you used to be again and you were so thankful to have him, and yet, you sometimes felt like something was missing but you weren’t sure what it was. You figured time would tell you or show you what it was.

“We’re doing great, he’s actually taking me out to dinner after work for our five month anniversary” you couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your adorably corny boyfriend.

“Ugh I don’t know how you can like corny guys” your best friend whined, “just the thought of it makes me wanna throw up”

“You just wait for the guy that’s gonna come and sweep you off your feet” you teased, “then you’ll be the one doing all these corny things with him and I’ll be laughing my ass off watching you”

Sienna pretended to throw up and shook her head profusely, “No thank you. What I can’t wait for is for the guys our bosses are meeting to get here. I heard from the girl in front desk that we’ll be left drooling after looking at them” she smirked, “Speaking of…”

You turned to the direction she was looking and saw the back of two guys. You didn’t know why, but you felt your stomach turn and your heart begin to race at the sight of them. They were about the same height, except one was just a tiny bit taller. The taller one was also a little more built than the other but they were both pretty muscular.

You both walked in and saw your bosses smile at the sight of you guys arriving.

“Y/N, Sienna, this is Ethan and Grayson. We will be producing their upcoming tour in the summer.”

You felt your heart stop when Grayson’s eyes met your own. In that moment you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t believe he was standing right there in front of you. You had thought the chances of running into him again were slim to none, and therefore, you hadn’t been prepared for this moment.

His beautiful hazel-brown eyes, his short and yet wavy brown hair, his plump pink lips, the cute freckle on his chin; everything about him was exactly the same.

Millions of thoughts were running through your head, but one thing was clear to you, you needed to get out of there.

You felt Sienna look at you worriedly as you carefully set the documents down on the table and apologized before leaving the conference room in a hurry. You could hear your name being called in the distance, but you didn’t dare go back. You couldn’t.

You gathered your things as quickly as you could, not caring of the consequences you leaving could bring. You saw Sienna running over to your desk from the corner of your eye, so you tried to leave before she could reach you but she quickly blocked your path.

“Y/n what was that back there?” she asked, “and why are you so shaky?”

You hadn’t even noticed how shaky you truly were until she pointed it out. You were a mess and you knew you were close to reaching your breaking point.

“I’ll explain it later just… p-please let me go Si” you pleaded.

You could tell she was unsure of what to do, but you didn’t give her time to figure it out once you saw Grayson jogging over to where you both were. You ran the opposite direction to the nearest exit and got into the first taxi you saw, quickly giving your address to the driver.

As the taxi drove away, you saw Grayson run out of the building in the distance and stand there watching you drive away. You felt a few tears fall as it took you back to the night you left him, your heart breaking all over again in the process.

Once the driver parked outside your condo, you payed him and headed inside. Your mind had been racing the whole ride home, but it had also been completely blank as you tried to comprehend what had happened back in the office. You had realized something as soon as you had seen Grayson. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had felt when your eyes met his, you realized you still loved him. You finally realized what had been missing between you and Jacob and you hated it. You hated the fact that you still loved the guy who broke your heart. The guy who you had thought would never hurt you and yet left you completely broken.  

Your body felt like it was on autopilot, you felt yourself moving but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t until you lay on your bed that you finally let yourself cry. You wrapped your arms around yourself with one hand on your stomach and the other helplessly wiping the tears that fell from your face. You cried and cried for what felt like hours until you felt you had ran out of tears.

You knew you looked like a mess and boy did you feel like one too. You decided it was best to text Jacob and tell him it was better if you went to dinner some other day. You made up some lame excuse about feeling sick and hoped he wouldn’t be upset with you.

The hours went by as you just lay there, looking out the window. You were too tired too think and in too much pain to do anything other than staying in bed. Knowing you at least had to eat, you ordered a pizza with hopes to eat your pain and sorrows away.

You heard a knock on the door about twenty minutes later and frowned, “Well that was quick” you mumbled.

You took out a twenty dollar bill from your purse and headed to the door, only to be met with a nervous Grayson Dolan. You quickly shut your door and turned around, sliding down the door and pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Y/N please open up” you heard Grayson plead as he knocked on the door once again. You buried your face into your knees as your vision began to blur, you couldn’t believe he was here. How did he even find where you lived?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of more knocks, “Y/n please. We need to talk”

“No Grayson, you need to leave” you managed to say, “t-there’s nothing left for us to talk about”  

“Yes y/n, yes there is. Please. I-I’m begging you” he said. You heard his voice crack, as if he too was on the verge of tears.

You took a moment before getting back up and opening the door, facing a teary eyed Grayson. He looked so upset, so…. broken. But why? Why was he the one that looked brokenhearted when he was the one who tore your heart into pieces?

“What is it Grayson?” you asked.

You saw him look down, taking a few minutes to answer before you saying in almost a whisper, “I miss you

Your heart broke at his words because you too had missed him, but you knew you had to remain strong. You didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. Not like that night. Not again. “You miss me?”  you scoffed.

“Yes y/n I do! I’ve been a mess since you left” he looked back up and his eyes met yours once again, “I miss your smile, your beautiful y/e/c eyes, your contagious loud laugh, your good heart, I miss everything about you and… and I am so lost without you”

“And I know, I fucked up. I made you hurt and I made you cry more than anyone ever has when I was the one that was supposed to protect you from all of that. You were so good to me, you were perfect, but I took you for granted. I took your love for me for granted, and I-I’m so sorry for that” his voice cracked once again as a single tear fell from his cheek. “I wake up every morning with regret for everything I put you through, for letting you walk away.”

You saw him slowly step closer to you, afraid that any sudden movement would scare you away.  “I love you y/n”

“Gray…”

He gulped as his hand found its way to the side of your face, wiping the tears that were falling away.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you leaned into his hand, giving into the sensation his touch was giving you. You never thought you’d feel the warmth of his touch on your skin ever again, it felt surreal to you. You had missed it.

All of a sudden, an image of Jacob came to mind and you quickly brought yourself out of your daze; making you pulling away from him harshly “Please just leave. I’m done with talking about the past. I’m over it”

“No y/n, you’re not. Please. I-I know you still feel the same way I do.”

“Actually I don’t” you lied, “I-I’ve moved on Grayson. I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that cares about me and makes me happy. I-I love him” More lies

You saw Grayson shake his head as some tears escaped his eyes, “I don’t believe you.”

“Look Grayson, you know what’s sad? It’s sad that you only want me when you can’t have me.” you took a shaky breath before continuing, “You have no right to come here to try and reclaim what you threw away. You just can’t.”

Grayson looked away from you, biting his lower lip as hard as he could. You could tell he was trying his hardest to keep the tears in. You wanted nothing more than to pull him into your arms, and tell him it was all a lie. Tell him that you still loved him but you knew you couldn’t, so instead you just stood there, watching him.

“Okay… Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re really over me y/n” he said as he took a step closer. “Tell me that my touch has absolutely no effect on you anymore”  

You felt him wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his as his hand found its way to your face once again.

“I-I”

You saw a small smirk forming on his face at your loss of words. His face slowly leaned closer to yours, “if you’re really over me, then tell me to stop” he breathed, his lips hovering over your own.

“No Grayson!” you screamed as you pulled his arm from your waist, “I can’t do to Jacob what you did to me for months. I-I won’t”

“Please y/n, I love you” he begged, his tears slipping down his rosy pink cheeks.

“No Grayson just go” you grabbed the knob and moved back to pull the door closed, until you felt him smash his lips onto yours as he kicked the door closed behind him. The kiss absolutely took your breath away, he kissed you so slowly, so passionately.

You knew it was wrong, and a part of you wanted to stop him, but being with Grayson felt like finally being home; it felt right.

You wrapped yours arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. You could feel him smiling through it and it made your heart flutter.  

Next thing you know, clothes were carelessly being thrown all over your bedroom. Your back was pushed gently against your bed, you felt him showering your body with kisses as he unclasped your bra with ease, removing it, and then your underwear. You could tell, even if it had been over a year since you last saw each other, he hadn’t forgotten your body. He was licking, sucking, kissing all the right spots and it was driving you insane, to the point of gripping the sheets tightly and moaning his name so loudly, enough for the neighbors to hear.

“You’re so beautiful you know that?” he whispered as he positioned himself and slowly introduced his length inside of you. You whimpered at first, but with each thrust, the pleasure grew.

“G-Grayson” you breathed.

“Fuck y/n you feel so fucking good. I missed this.” he moaned as he placed his head on your chest as he thrusts harder into you.

Your toes began to curl, the pleasure beginning to be too much for you to take. “Grayson I’m close” you moaned, your hips rolling with his. Your nails scratching his back, making sure to mark him as your own once again.

“I am too baby girl, come for me. Come for daddy” he said as his thrusts began to get sloppy. Once you both climaxed, you felt your body shaking beneath his. You felt him kiss you lightly before collapsing in bed next to you and pulling you into his arms.

For a moment, you both lay there in complete silence. Neither one of you knew what this meant or would happen next, and if you were being truthful, you were scared to find out.

“Don’t choose him” he whispered softly.

“Gray-”

“Wait, just hear me out” He placed his finger on your chin as he lifted your face for you to meet his gaze. “ I know I fucked up before but I’m not making the same mistake ever again. Give me a second chance baby girl. I love you and I know I won’t be able to let you go after this. I don’t want to. ”

You waited a moment, letting his words sink in, before you brought his face down to yours and pressed your lips against his softly. “Okay” you nodded and smiled up at him, “I love you”

“I love you more y/n” He said as he gave you a toothy grin but it soon turned into a smirk as he hovered over you once again.

“How about we celebrate with a round 2 then?” you laughed at him raising his eyebrows at you and pushed him off.

“No Gray, as much as I would love to do this again, I want to break up with Jacob first. I feel horrible for doing this to him.” you sighed.

He nodded and pulled you back into your arms, his head resting on top of yours. “Do you think you can wait?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll wait as long as you want me to baby girl” you smiled again as he gave you a peck on the lips and on your forehead, “I’m never letting you go again”


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Secret

I am going to play around with this sandbox for Dad!Harold for a while and potentially write a series around this! Let me know if you’d be interested :)

3 minutes had never felt this long in your entire life.

You paced up and down the hallway, checking the timer on your phone with every other step you took. The floating feeling of adrenaline pumping through your system was enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, but you kept walking.

Harry went out on an errand quickly that morning, and you had decided it would be the perfect time to answer the nagging question in your head – were you pregnant?

Having kids was something that had come up in your daily conversations with Harry: he was quite literally obsessed. Sometimes you’d find him staring a few seconds longer at the kids’ clothing sections in stores, or looking up baby names on his phone. It was no secret that he was in love with the idea of someday having a family.

And as sick as you felt this morning, you were sure that day might be today.

The timer rang in your hand and you suddenly found it hard to move. All anticipation and excitement from beforehand was stuck in your throat, and you became nervous. Taking in a deep breath, you exhaled and marched off to the door.

The test sat right where you’d left it on the counter, right on top of the box it had come in. It looked a lot less intimidating when you’d first opened it up.

You reached out to pick it up, bracing yourself as if it was going to shock you when you picked it up. You had to reason with yourself before you turn it over to reveal the results.

“It’ll be okay either way,” you talked yourself up, “If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.”

You could feel your heart in your throat, it was beating so fast. Although you really wanted to be okay with either outcome, you were hoping that it was positive.

Instinctively, your hand found its way to the top of your belly, not showing any signs of difference from the last time you’d looked in the mirror.

Flipping the test over in your hand, your eyes widened. Your heart was truly beating out of your chest. Tears formed in your eyes, making the two faint lines a little harder to see.

But they were there.

The test shook in your hands, the lightheadedness from earlier not having gone away yet. You backed up to the wall and let your legs slowly buckle as your slid to the floor. You couldn’t stop smiling as the tears continued to streak down your face.

You heard the front door slam shut and Harry call out to you from the entryway.

“Yeah?” you squeaked, voice cracking.

His footsteps grew faster at the sound of you crying and he soon peeked his head around the door frame. Confused, he looked back and forth, then finally down at you on the ground.

“Y/n?” he sounded worried, “Is something wrong?”

A laugh leapt from your mouth as you wiped your cheeks and handed the test in your hand up to him. The confused expression stayed put on his face as he processed what exactly you’d handed him. Slowly, his face changed as he brought the plastic stick closer to his face, from puzzled, to shock, and then finally to joy. You were nodding even before he could ask you, “Is this real?”

“M’gonna be a dad?” he whispered, tears beginning to glint in his own eyes.

You kept nodding, words stuck in your throat and kept caged by the emotion in your chest.

Harry reached out toward you, helping you up off of the cool tile ground and embraced you in a hug. He squeezed you tightly, taking the breath right from you.

“Careful,” you said with a breathy laugh and he just as quickly let you go.

Harry’s hand flew to your stomach right above your belly button, smile etched into his face.

“M’gonna be a dad,” he stated again and again to himself, growing louder each time, “You’re gonna be a mum.”

The tears hadn’t let up from moments before, but they somehow started to fall from your eyes at a more intense rate than before.

“I’m gonna be a mum,” you nodded, the word feeling weird in your own mouth.

Harry stooped down and kissed your belly over your t-shirt, and then back up to kiss you. He let out a victorious yell, probably waking the neighbors on this lazy Saturday morning. You couldn’t help but laugh, as this was the most animated you’d seen Harry in quite some time.

“I’ve gotta ring my Mum, and Gemma,” he went on and on, not pausing for a single breath, “We’ve got so much to do, so much to prepare…”

“Harry,” you said quietly, trying to get his attention.

He didn’t hear you though, of course.

“—and then we’ve got to pick out a new crib, or maybe Mum has our old one at the house—.”

“Harry!”

He turned his eyes back to you, cheeks flushed from excitement and a few tears still in his eyes, “Yeah, love?”

You turned to him and took his hands in yours, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “It’s too early, H,” you rubbed your thumb over his, “We’ve only just found out, it has to be a secret for a while.”

You swore you felt his heart drop, just a little bit.

“Secret,” he nodded slowly, “Right, s’too early, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it,” you smiled up at him.

A grin spread back over his face, “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you began to lead him out of the small bathroom, “How do you like the name Rose for a girl?”

Monsta X: the morning after your first time

Shownu:  caring papa bear is caring. He is still stunned at the thought of you completely trustng him and being intimate with him like that, it would touch his heart more than he’d let on. He definitely wouldn’t wait until you woke up to make some decent breakfast and surprise you, and he’d leap off the bed after kissing your forehead and shoulder gently.

Wonho:  he’s stuck in a trance, just staring in awe at your perfection. The way your hair sticks up in some places, hearing you groan his name or something intangible every few minutes, and the way you’re still clinging onto him. He’d rather be nowhere else, this is his haven. Gentle strokes down your arm and back will soon wake you, but he won’t say a word until you’re fully awake to give him a kiss. “Last night was like a dream…I love you, y/n”

Minhyuk:  his heart would feel like it would burst, just looking at you laying there. How can someone so innocent and perfect in every way just steal his heart like that? He feels as if he could move heaven and earth for you if you’d just open your eyes and looked at him in wonder. Ofc he’ll want to hear some kind of reassurance since he didn’t know if every thing he had done was to your liking, his ego will definitely be inflated from now on.

Kihyun:  it would still feel as if he were dreaming, being tangled up with you like that and breathing in your scent and warmth in the early morning. His lips will lazily draw figures over your skin as he closes his eyes, and he’d sigh every now and then, unable to comprehend how this is real and how he got so lucky. He’d want to make sure you weren’t hurt or felt bad anywhere. If you were keen on getting up soon, he’d want to have just a few more sloppy kisses and warm cuddles before you do.

Hyungwon:  the only thoughts running through his mind when awaking were about you regretting it, or that maybe it wasn’t satisfactory enough for you. Those thoughts would disappear soon though, bc you’re clearly still here, limbs sprawled out with his, and he can see a slight shadow of a smile on your sleepy face. He’d avoid talking about the subject to prevent him from blushing like a tomato, but you’ve already achieved that when you woke up and kissed him.

Jooheon:  there’s a part of him that reeeeeally wants to be smug and enjoy teasing you, he even had a few lines rehearsed for when you actually wake up. But…his soft and caring side will come out and he can’t help but act like a shy schoolboy around you now. “Did- did I do okay? Are you okay? Did you like everything, should I have done something different? I didn’t hurt you anywhere, yeah?”

I.M:  ahh changkyun will fall in love all over again that morning. There’s gonna be slight skip to his normal walk and it’s like he’s on cloud nine. He’d have an urge to pull you into his arms and not move for the rest of the week, but he’d want to see your face smiling up at him brightly. Everything felt perfect, as if he’s been waiting his whole life for you and to be with you, like this.

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Rental Contract (Namjoon/Reader)

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Summary: Late, late, late. You were always late - to work, on bills, and more importantly, on your rent. Fortunately, your landlord is kind enough to help you find alternate ways to pay for that pesky rent you were always late on.

Genre: Smut - Alternate Universe

Words: 6K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Tags: Oral, fingering, dirty talk, dom!joon, etc. 

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


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bransii  asked:

Hi! I'm a new reader and I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing n_n Could you do some headcanons on RFA+V+Saeran with an animator MC? Maybe with them trying to help her with her work with their own talents and whatnot? Like Zen doing voices, Yoosung with story ideas, etc, etc. Thank you!

Cute idea ^^

–R.I.

Request Killing: 2/30


RFA+Saeran and Animator MC

Yoosung

  • You call him almost every night to ask for his opinion on the storyline, and he tries his best to offer suggestions or ideas for you to bounce off of
  • But unlike you, he wasn’t used to staying up so late…
  • Most nights, you would hear him snoring lightly over the phone while you were in the middle of talking
  • Although you’d feel annoyed at first (especially since you were stressed over your work), you’d calm down and remind yourself that Yoosung was willingly giving his time to you despite not benefiting from it
  • Just the mere thought of him trying so hard to help you every night made you smile.
  • He wakes up and finds himself in his own puddle of drool on the desk most mornings (HE NEVER LEARNS)
  • And desperately tries to wipe it up, thoroughly embarrassed that he still drools despite being a college student
  • He always feels apologetic that he falls asleep first, and wants to help you the best he can, knowing that you stay up even later than him—sometimes he wonders if you even sleep…

Zen

  • He very much looks forward to being your voice actor!! Although you tried to pay him, he firmly refused
  • “We’re friends, aren’t we, MC?” he’d say, pouting as he tried to guilt-trip you
  • He already has a lot in his schedule—his rehearsals, plays, work-outs, modelling, acting lessons… And now he tries to fit in voice-acting for you, barely having time to eat even 2 meals a day, and only sleeping a few hours every night
  • Sadly, you were too caught up in your own busy life to notice that his condition was worsening
  • He put on bright smiles to see you every time he came to help, putting on extra make-up to hide the tired lines on his face and forcing out a good voice for you even when he was risking a sore throat
  • It wasn’t until he didn’t show up one day that you realized what was going on. You had tried to phone him when he was late, but he hadn’t picked up. So you asked In the RFA group chat, and Jaehee immediately replied that Zen had been taken to the hospital!
  • When you read the news article that followed the incident, you learned that he had been overworking himself, and that he had collapsed in the studio. No wonder he couldn’t make it today…
  • Immediately, you were overwhelmed with guilt, knowing you were one of the reasons he collapsed.
  • He ruffles your hair when you visit him at the hospital, laughing that he was perfectly fine. But he did end up agreeing to only help you out when he had free time

Jaehee

  • She was already busy with all the work Jumin gave her
  • But you’re her best friend and there was no way she wouldn’t support you
  • You had no idea, but she was the one who ordered food for you every night… You would hear your doorbell ring and find a deliveryman standing there with food in his hands, fully paid for already under your name even though you knew you hadn’t made the order
  • And in the mornings, Jaehee would drop off a hot drink for you before she headed for work. Sometimes it was coffee, sometimes flavoured tea, and sometimes sweet milk.
  • She knows that you often stayed up all night perfecting scenes, and thought the caffeine would help you regain your energy—also because she was aware that you would keep working until you’d pass out, so that extra bit of energy was definitely needed

Jumin

  • He wasn’t really sure what animating was
  • Until you showed him one of your videos…
  • He was absolutely flabbergasted. “You made this? From scratch? The whole thing?” he had asked, a bit doubtful because it looked so professional.
  • He vowed to support every one of your works, and became the source of your funds
  • Of course, you used the money only when you really needed it, not wanting to take advantage of your friendship with him
  • He paid for billboards to advertise your projects, no matter how grand your animation really was
  • It was thanks to him that you gained so much attention from famous animators, who offered to be your mentor!

Seven

  • He came right over to help! Although his main job was hacking, he was skilled in all forms of technology—be it video edits, photoshop, social networking, computer code, etc.
  • Oh, but he had zero art sense, so he couldn’t help you with digital art
  • BUT he would help you organize the frames, and give feedback if something was out of place. He had a keen eye for detail after all. (Developed from the need to be severely attentive in his missions)
  • While you were busy working on your animations, Seven would take snippets of your work and upload it online, using his bots to get it trending over the internet
  • Yes, that’s why you’d wake up and find scenes of your animation all over social media…
  • (He also filtered out any negative comments as well, so you would only see love, support and encouragement from your fans)
  • And since he was right beside you, he would make you catch some sleep, lecturing you that it was important for your health. (He wasn’t always around though, since he had his own work)
  • Seven was the biggest help whenever you were busy animating, both in the actual animation and keeping your sanity in check.

V

  • He was the one who took all your reference photos for you
  • Sometimes, you wanted a certain scenery for your backgrounds, and he’d search high and low to find the closest thing to what you imagined—he would go on a lot of trips every time you had another animation project… (which made Yoosung accuse him of slacking off and not really helping… lolol the omelette boy just had to find every reason to jab at V)
  • And sometimes, you’d want a specific angle of an object, and he would take hundreds of photos just to find THE angle you desired
  • Sometimes you suddenly decided you didn’t want that angle, after all. And then he’d go through the pains of taking even more photos for you
  • But he was always happy to help
  • He loved travelling, he loved photography, and he loved being helpful to you!

Saeran

  • He was a bit jealous that everyone else kind of had a set job—the creative and young Yoosung helping with the plot, the actor Zen helping to voice lines, the motherly figure Jaehee who made sure you were eating healthily, the corporate director Jumin providing funds, the photographer V helping to find reference photos, and his techy brother Seven who helped put your animation together.
  • So he tried to help in his own way. He would be your ‘Vanderwood.’
  • He cleaned up your house while you were too busy concentrating on your work to notice
  • He would prepare meals (Saeran was a good cook!) since he knew the take-out that Jaehee ordered for you wasn’t healthy to have everyday
  • He’d cover you up with a blanket whenever you fell asleep—sometimes if you hadn’t gotten much sleep in DAYS, he’d dump you into your bed and lock you in there
  • And… most embarrassing for him to admit, Saeran would even model clothes for you. Surprisingly, he could pull off a ton of styles! Whether it was a badboy, innocent, cheerful or even girly look, he’d still look cute! (Well, Seven dooooes cosplay a lot and matches various styles… Not surprised that his twin has that ability, too…)
  • Although he never voiced his opinions or complaints, he was very, very pleased that he was able to help you!

Bonus: You gave each of the RFA members a special mention in the credits of your animation, which really touched their hearts!!

Dating Markiplier Would Include

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

- Your relationship would be kept a secret for a long time

- Until one day your reflection is seen in a video or someone catches on to how many times Mark keeps looking behind the camera

- You’re then terrified that his fans won’t like or accept you

- But HOLY SHIT they love you so much

- You start recording videos with Mark

- It starts off with a few couple challenge videos

- Until it escalates into so much more

- You’re in pretty much every collab video now

- He doesn’t listen to much music but you manage to convince him to listen to your favourite artist(s)

- Him secretly memorising every line to your favourite song so he can surprise you later

- Chica basically becoming your child

- You’re not too touchy-feely in public

- But he always finds a way to sneak in a quick kiss

- So many romantic dates

- But even more casual dates at home

- Stealing his clothes

- Kissing each other whenever you can

- Whether it’s in your favourite part of town at sunset

- Or even when you’re in bed with the flu

- Mark ending up catching your illness because he kissed you too much

- Dying your hair together

- Having matching hair

- Him having cute pet names for you

- Pretending to freak out every time he posts a selfie

- “Oh my goooood Mark!! I’ve watched all your videos plz follow me back”

- Worrying about his health all the time because he is always sick

- Meeting Momiplier and instantly falling in love with her

- You get jealous whenever someone recognises him on the street

- But him reassuring you that you’re the only fan that matters

- If you’re stressed then he’ll just talk to you about anything. His voice always manages to calm you down

- Having chicken and dumplings for dinner at least twice a week

- Lots!!! Of!!! Cuddles!!!

- Walking Chica with him and holding hands as you walk through the park in the morning

- The man wakes up ridiculously early so he can cram in everyday activities before work

- So you’ll usually wake up to pancakes and coffee every day

- You love to take cute pictures of Mark for his Instagram

- Him forcing you to be in a few

- Mark making heart eyes at you in every single one because he can’t believe you’re next to him

- Tyler and Ethan teasing you both all the time

- Mark just laughing it off because he already knows how whipped he is

- He would be such a gentleman when he wants to be

- Basically just the perfect boyfriend, and no one can convince me otherwise


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Our Daily Routine

Originally posted by good-gay-sherlock

Request: You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too? – Imagine for Gaston?

Rating: T

Warnings: None
Word Count: 944
A/N: i just wanna say that luke evans has officially ruined me. thank you. Tagging @whoaheather

PART TWO PART THREE


You and Gaston had some sort of routine that you both went through every morning. He would knock on your door, give you a huge bouquet of flowers, blabber on and on about how great he was (sometimes he says something about you in between), ask you to go to dinner with him, and you would say no then slam the door on his face.

Any other girl would have jumped at the thought of Gaston courting them, but not you. You had no interest in getting married to that pompous asshole whatsoever. Some people called you insane for not taking the opportunity of being the “great and handsome and dashing” war veteran’s wife, while others went green with envy whenever Gaston immediately chose you over all of them. By others, you meant the girls who were completely and utterly obsessed with him (those girls who always looked like they got hit in the face with flour and got berries spilled all over their lips, those ones).

Sometimes, you did see the appeal of being with Gaston. Even though his ego was bigger than Europe itself, he had his moments and you would consider the possibility of being friends with him. Underneath all of his tough exterior, you saw his rarely shown weaknesses. He was still a human with flaws, unlike what he was painted out to be.

During the first month, Gaston’s daily visits to court you was irritating and annoying, but eventually, you got used to it. You even rehearsed various possible responses to all his attempts of trying to woo you and got a special bucket to store the massive, colorful flowers he brought you.

You thought of all the possible ways to drive him away, but no matter how much you rebuffed or tried to drive him away, he would always come back every morning, even if it was raining or snowing, with a monologue about how perfect you two would be. It pained you to admit that you had grown rather fond of him, because there was a good chance his precious ego would inflate even more.

You never thought that someday, he would give up and stop coming back. After all, no one perseveres like Gaston.


Your family lived in a small, but decent house. Your family was never too big on money, but ever since Gaston started courting you, your mother started complaining and tried to pressure you to marry him. Luckily, your father was a bit more forgiving.


“Think about the money and happiness he could bring you!” Your mother sighed. The argument all started with you complaining about Gaston, and it escalated from there.

“I’d rather fall off a cliff like Aunt Collete.”


Stretching your arms up above your head, you yawned then jumped off your bed. Gaston would probably come barreling through your door soon.

You hastily put on some clothes and looked at the bucket you used to store Gaston’s flowers. In the middle of the bucket, was your favourite flower, which Gaston surprisingly found out. You didn’t want to know how he got the information. Still, it was nice to know he cared.

“Morning Mother!” You greeted as you walked to your house’s modest kitchen. Your mother was hustling around the place, preparing food for your other siblings and scrubbing viciously at a pan. She looked up at you for a brief second and smiled, returning your greeting.

Your siblings, on the other hand, were quickly making a mess on the breakfast table. Scraps of paper and fruit were lying about, and you cringed. Sometimes you wondered how your parents survived with all the chaos around the house.

Smoothing your skirt and preparing your best i’m-not-interested-face, you exited your home and went into the warm sunlight. As always, your neighbours came out and wished you a good morning before carrying on with their regular lives. Children were hurrying to the schoolhouse, afraid of being late and some vendors heading to the market offered you some food, which you politely turned down.

Gaston usually arrived at exactly 10 in the morning, with a fresh bouquet of colorful flowers and a speech about what your future would be like. You wondered how many kids you would have in his little daydream this time. You hated to admit it, but his plans for your future sometimes made you laugh. (You would never tell him that though.)

You glanced over at the massive clock tower. It was almost 10 AM, the shorter hand almost at the 10. Anxiously, you looked over at the curve Gaston appeared from.

Bong! The bells of the clock tower suddenly rang, and Gaston would start walking over smugly to you. Except he didn’t. He didn’t come out the curve, like you thought he would. No one came.

You chuckled. Maybe something happened? Perhaps a minor delay in Gaston’s egg eating routine? Oh well. You headed inside. Gaston was late sometimes, so you weren’t that worried.

The day after, still no one came. You waited longer outside this time, expecting to see the bright red coat that always brought flowers to you.

Days passed, but no one came, and eventually… all your colorful flowers he brought you were gone, replaced by their dead remains.

Perfect - A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on. Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.

Originally posted by nellaey

She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death. 

Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.

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My Puppy [M]

Originally posted by kimthwriter

CHAPTER TWO

Chapters [1]

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader-First Person View

Word Count: 6,488

Genre & Warnings: SMUT, fluff, small bit of angst, pet play. Ass play, cum play, lots of play play lol. 

Notes: Did you catch the foreshadowing? Did ya, Did ya?? There is one more chapter left in the first part of My Puppy. There is going to be a second and third part, both three chapters long. Here’s a big hint for the upcoming second part. The next part is titled “My Puppy: Kitten Addition”


It’s been a very, very long week. 

I’d been buried with work because of my latest case, a set of sisters fighting over what to do with their deceased father’s business. One wanted to keep it in the family, while the other wanted to sell it off and be done with it. It was starting to feel more like I was their nanny than their lawyer. Worse still, one of the sisters, Stacy, the one that wanted to sell off the businesses, had taken to hanging out around the office. She claimed it made her feel safer, because she thought her sister was going to send people to “make her change her mind.” The fact that she never took her eyes off of the three Princes made that claim false as fuck.

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pairing: reader x park jimin
themes: smut / pwp 
warning! → graphic sexual content
word count: 1.5k
summary: you’re unknowingly cast in the starring role of jimin’s latest sexual fantasy; that he penitently indulges in during his routine late night shower.

( a/n: yes, the rumours are true, i literally wrote an entire piece of pure filth drabble at 2am that is nothing but jimin jacking off in the shower. )

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anonymous asked:

13 and 15 with Suga

Boy Next Door (Yoongi x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Are you hurt?” + “Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?”

Summary: Your new neighbour is developing a habit of crawling through your bedroom window when he’s bored. You know you should stop him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. 

Word count: 1.6k words

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

You were excited when you’re parents told you a new family was moving next door. You were even more excited when you heard a boy who was your age would be your neighbour. In the middle of summer with nothing to do, you couldn’t help but fantasize about the perfect boy next door. It was every teenager’s dream, wasn’t it?

One early Friday morning, you were roused by loud noises coming from outside. Drowsily, you stumbled to your feet and peered out your bedroom window. It was pointless, of course, because the houses on your street were too close together, so all you could see was the vacant house’s bedroom window.

Only, the house wasn’t so vacant anymore.

A boy was standing in front of the window, brushing his teeth while looking half asleep. From what you could see, he had dark hair, pale skin, and some really nice hands. Then, his sharp eyes flicked to yours, and you soon discovered that your neighbour’s gaze was piercing.

Squeaking, you dropped to the ground–out of sight. You felt your cheeks heating up, totally embarrassed that you had been caught spying. Repressing the urge to scream, you crawled out of your bedroom and into the hall, where the noises from outside grew louder.

Now, you knew it was because your new neighbours were finally moving in. And you also knew that the boy next door was as cute as you had hoped. But of course he had to see you rumpled with sleep and invading his privacy.

Shaking your head, you got back to your feet and thudded down the stairs. In the kitchen, your mom was sipping a cup of coffee as she peered out the window, evidently spying on your new neighbours as well.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were moving in today?” you whined, throwing yourself onto a kitchen chair and slumping over the small table in front of you.

“I didn’t want to wake you up so early,” your mom replied, turning around to look at you. “Why, did something happen?”

“The boy is in the bedroom across mine,” you explained hesitantly. “He may or may not have seen me spying.”

“I heard his name’s Yoongi. He’s pretty cute, no?” your mom cackled. “Let’s just hope he finds the spying endearing, not creepy.”


Later in the afternoon, the August heat became unbearable. In your small room, there was little ventilation, so you were sweating buckets. Pushing away from your desk, you walked across the room to the window. You hoped your neighbour wouldn’t be able to see you. With a grunt, you pulled the large window open, feeling a gentle breeze billow through the opening. It wasn’t much, but it made the heat a little less painful.

Returning to your desk, you became so engrossed in watching anime that you didn’t process the sound of the window across yours clicking open. You didn’t hear the sound of someone struggling to stand on their window frame. You didn’t hear the sound of them leaping through the air.

But you did hear the loud crash of something colliding with your bedroom floor.

“Oh my god!” you squealed, spinning around in your chair. In front of you, Yoongi was sprawled on your hardwood floors, facedown and unmoving. “Uh, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Yoongi grunted, his voice muffled since he had yet to lift his head. Eventually, he pushed himself upright, opting to sit cross-legged facing you. When he didn’t elaborate on the situation, you crossed your arms.

“Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t call it crawling, it was more of a leap,” Yoongi replied, not answering your question. “For a second, I thought I wouldn’t make it. Luckily the drop isn’t that big.”

“You shouldn’t be jumping through windows. That’s dangerous,” you scolded. “But still, that doesn’t explain anything.”

“I’m just bored,” Yoongi said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve been unpacking for hours, and I need a break. Our WiFi isn’t set up yet either, so that really sucks.”

You nodded at that, feeling a little sympathy for Yoongi’s situation. “You could have just knocked on the door like a normal person,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but this was faster. Plus, I’m already here,” Yoongi responded. He jerked his head in the direction of your laptop. “What are you watching?”

“One Punch Man,” you answered slowly, a little embarrassed. But Yoongi’s lips twitched into a little smile, and you thought it was adorable.

“Sweet,” he said, turning to look at the laptop expectantly. “I’m Yoongi, by the way. You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yep, that’s me,” you replied. You picked up your laptop and sat on the floor beside Yoongi, setting the laptop in front of your crossed legs. “I just finished this episode.”

So you and Yoongi spent the rest of the afternoon watching One Punch Man on your laptop. It was a really odd situation, but it was surprisingly comfortable. Little conversations popped up here and there, and you took a surprising liking to your new neighbour. And luckily, he didn’t bring up the spying incident from earlier that day.

Eventually, when dinnertime came, Yoongi announced his departure and disappeared through the window he entered by. You peered after him curiously, but he had already faded into the darkness of his bedroom, completely out of sight. Smiling, you turned away from the window. You figured you should close it, but something compelled you to keep it open.


The next evening, while you were blasting music through your speakers, Yoongi came tumbling through your window again. You shrieked, dropping the nail polish you were holding onto your floor. Cursing, you reached blindly for some tissues to wipe up the spilled liquid.

Yoongi watched you clean expressionlessly, although you couldn’t help but feel his blank gaze was judgemental.

“This stuff is expensive, okay? Plus it stains,” you said defensively, tossing the crumpled tissues covered in black nail polish into the garbage. “Give me some warning next time.”

“What, am I supposed to yell through the window?” Yoongi snorted. “I feel like that wouldn’t make much of a difference.”

“I dunno, just text me or something,” you suggested. Yoongi raised his eyebrow at you, and you stared at him blankly before you realized you hadn’t exchanged numbers yet. “Oh, give me your phone. I’ll put in my number.”

“I left it inside,” Yoongi shrugged.

“Ugh, whatever,” you groaned. You plopped onto your bed and looked at Yoongi suspiciously. “So, why are you here?”

“Bored,” Yoongi replied simply. “Plus, you’re blasting some pretty shit music. I had to come turn it off.”

“Excuse me?” you balk. You pointed a finger at Yoongi. “You trespass into my room and then insult my music? Who do you think you are?”

“I’m just telling you the truth,” Yoongi smirked. You wanted to punch him in the face, but you also wanted to kiss him because damn that was hot. Wait, kiss?

Yoongi got to his feet and walked over to your laptop, sitting on your desk chair. “Let me show you some real music,” Yoongi said, typing something into your computer. Eventually, a new song started playing.

It was just a drum beat at first, but soon powerful rapping began to play. It was fast, and the rapper had a raspy, emotive voice. And their voice sounded strangely familiar.

“Wait, is this your mixtape?” you asked, your jaw dropping.

“And if it is?” Yoongi said, spinning in the chair to give you a look.

“What a shameless plug!” you exclaimed, clutching your stomach as you laughed. Yoongi gave you an offended look, and you brushed tears out of your eyes. “But this is really good. I didn’t know you rapped. That’s so cool.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi said, glancing away. You weren’t sure, but it looked like he was blushing. “But you have no taste in music, so it doesn’t mean much.”

“Hey!” you shouted, launching a pillow at Yoongi’s head. It bounced off rather harmlessly, but the look Yoongi gave you was murderous. He stood and approached you silently, and you backed up instinctively.

Then, Yoongi’s hands shot out, grabbing your waist and squeezing. You burst into laughter, trying to wiggle away, but Yoongi only tickled you harder. Tears streamed down your face as you laughed silently, your stomach clenching.

“I’m gonna pee,” you wheezed out, trying to push Yoongi’s hands away.

He made a face at that and backed off quickly. “That’s gross,” Yoongi said, his nose crinkling.

“It’s natural,” you sniffed. “You’re lucky I didn’t. That’s what you get if you tickle me.”

“Duly noted,” Yoongi laughed. He glanced out your window at the darkening sky. “I should get back now. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate. “See you soon.”

With that, Yoongi jumped onto your window frame, crouching precariously between your room and a two-storey fall. Then, with confidence, he pushed himself forward, leaping through the air and through his window. Yoongi crashed to the ground of his own bedroom, his muttered curses travelling through the quiet night.

You felt a bit lonely, even though he had just left. But at least you had tomorrow to look forward to. Grinning, you turned back to your computer and flopped onto the chair. You realized Yoongi had still left his mixtape up. Turning the volume on your speakers way down, you played his music, realizing that you may be developing a little crush.

Oh well.

- Girl in Luv

Ok so I was going to write I Got You On My Mind tonight, but I don’t have the time nor the energy for 2k+ part right now. I know I suck, but I want to be able to put out good content and sometimes I just can’t force a story. Plus, this one looked like a lot of fun, which it was. So I’m sorry for everyone who’s waiting, and I promise it’ll be out soon! I hope you enjoyed this imagine, stay tuned for more 💛