extremely late to this party i know

anonymous asked:

hello! correct me if i'm wrong but i think you're the jikook lover i follow who recently said they love reading fics?? so i was wondering if you know of fics/scenarios that build on that iconic hotel vlive when jimin may have been hiding in the bathroom? 👀 i thought about that last night and my imagination went kinda wild lol if not, any jikook recs will do! please and thanks! JIKOOK FO LYFEEEE💞

Hi Anon!! Sorry this was so late, the past week has been pretty wild for me. But anyways to answer the first part, no unfortunately I dont know of any fics that build off of that iconic vlive :( im sorry.

BUT that recent vlive came out right? With Jimin in the bath robe and that Jikook stare….ah yes. I know theres a couple of fics that build off or are just based off of that.

 A Private Conversation by ambers

 the jimin effect by euphoriae

I read these two recently and they were 👌👌 A++ would read again. As for my other Jikook recs, oh boi *cracks knuckles* here we go:

Blow Me Like Your French Horn by ohdizzy Chapters:8/8 >>> Ahhh! I love this fic!! Its so hilarious and adorable and such a great read honestly. I highly recommend this fic!!

Constraint by Harlot Chapters:1/1 >>> Basically Jungkooks journey from str8 to gay but oh, oh m a n, Its so beautifully done. Right from the beginning, all the emotions that Jungkook goes through are very real and the Jikook was developed so well. Please give this one a read.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (Seven Days) by jeonify Chapters:2/2 >>> God, this really is a tear jerker this one. Its very sweet and fluffy and angsty and just so perfect. You can never go wrong with soft!Jimin and internationalplayboy!Jungkook 😊

Dream Maker by graesun and Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita) Chapters:12/12 >>> okokokok guys, read this fic. You will not regret it omg. The perfect mix of fluff, angst, smut and more fluff, this fic is a snipet into the lives of Jikook, who are just barely getting by with what little money they have, but theres lots of kisses, laughs, some angst and cute domestic shit™ This fic made me feel so many things and I loved it so much!! Give this one a try guys.

Don’t Think, Don’t Speak, Just Smile for Me by Ragi Chapters:27/27 >>> This fic left me shook for a solid week man, good god. So soft, so sad, so real. I loved the realism regarding homophobia and idols in Korea. Everything in this fic is written with care, and handled very well, plus the Jikook is beyond soft. I enjoyed this fic sooo much.

Glass Diamonds by GinForInk Chapters:1/1 >>> Skater Jungkook, Dance teacher Jimin, A+ smut and fluff, read this fic.

Well Done! by annafeu Chapters:1/1 >>> Okay, I suggest giving the tags a thorough peek through before reading this one because its twisted as fuck, but so damn amazing. This one features Bunny!Jimin, Wolf!Jungkook lots of filthy smut and grade A Jikook. Really great read, however do please read tag warnings before starting if you think you might be uncomfortable!

The Hook series by miskeen >>> Cute as fuck, domestic as fuck, hot as fuck, fuck. Read all the stories in this series please, theyre all 10/10 amazing.

The Good Doctor by snarcsics Chapters:1/1 >>> Frick doods, this was some of the hottest, well written Jikook fics ive ever read. Featuring sex addict Kook psychologist Jimin, and some excellent office sex, yes.

two sides; same story by namjoone Chapters:4/4 >>> Basically Jikook are neighbors and they both secretly think each other are hot as fuck and they rly wanna bang but they wont actually admit it to each other, typical jikook lmao. Anyways, this is sooo good!! Super steamy and super cute 👌

I Know I Can’t Have Him (but I want him anyways) by Shealezz Chapters:4/4 >>> ft fuckboy!Jimin and innocent!Jungkook (also fwb v/min) man this is filthy lmao, but a fantastic read!! God bless innocent bottom Jungkook honestly. Amen.

A Touch of Sin by pettey Chapters:10/10 >>> One word. Beautiful. Absolutely, beautiful. Right from the start to the finish, this fic had me feeling things in every chapter. Its graphic and raw but so beautiful. Highly recommend this one!

Okay last one before I get too carried away….

Relax, Dont Do It by yoongidontdoit (sammyinnerdglasses) Chapters:4/4 >>> Funny, adorable, smutty (extreme switching™) and overall so so good. Wild party animal Jungkook swearing to go at least 90 days without partying, late nights, or sex. But then he meets Park Jimin and that last part becomes slightly extremely hard not to do… *lenny face* Pls read this lmao.

Okay!! Thats all I got for now. I hope you enjoy 😊

Cats and Dogs

Originally posted by hellosarang

Note: Originally was just a college au but I incorporated the animal hybrid element because why not.  Also, I’m sorry if this is disjointed but I was literally working on this from 5 different angles.  I’ll be better next time hunnies.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Rating: NC17
Warnings: hybrid!au, frottage, masturbation, voyeurism, slight name-calling/insulting (not in a sexual way though)
Genre: Smut
Word count: 4723


Summary:  When you skip your yearly heat, it causes a different kind of friction between you and that perpetual, thorn-in-your-side mutt named Kim Taehyung. (cat!girl/dog!boy au)




You should have never engaged Kim Taehyung while you are going through physical difficulties, but he is an expert at egging you on.  The dog hybrid might be a slacker in class, but he’s absolutely conscientious when it comes to pissing you off.  It also doesn’t help that this is the first time in years where you’re late for your heat by a whole month.  Usually you are on-the-dot regular, but with graduation looming and the overwhelming fact that you’ll have to go out into the Real World soon, you’re on edge, and not a little bit stressed out.  

Even Jimin and Jungkook, your two best friends who have been with you from the cradle to adulthood, have taken pains not to be around you too much because you’ve taken to being a little…extreme with your words and actions as of late.  (Read: You were being a Bitch.)  

But Taehyung just doesn’t know when to stop irking you.  

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Nct 127 when they're jealous

Request: Hi hi ~ could you do a nct 127 reaction to their girlfriend being close to her guy best friend and having a lot of skinship with him?

A/N: i changed it up to them being jealous instead so i hope you dont mind! enjoy reading hehe



He tries his best not to get jealous and to be as understanding as possible, but sometimes a part of him gets all selfish and upset because he wants you ALL to himself. His usual quiet self would start to get more talkative, mentioning about how much he loves you, and also becoming more affectionate, his hands on you every second, making sure the other party knows that you’re his.

And when the both of you are finally alone again he goes back to being normal, acting much more adorable than before, “Babe you love me right?”, “Please don’t do that to anyone else except for me”

Originally posted by nctaezen


Being the positive guy he is, he wouldn’t think much about it. Also because he trusts you, and he knows he shouldn’t be feeling jealous. But sometimes he just gets protective and a sudden urge to show you off would rush through him. Which is why he’d get much more flirty with you, shooting smirks at both you and the other party, a smug expression on his face, “Babe i think it’s getting late now, we should leave, TOGETHER”

And when you talk it out with about it, he goes back to being all soft, and attacking you with hugs and kisses, “Can’t help but be jealous, i mean, anyone would fall for this angel right?”

Originally posted by nctjaemin


He’d always tell and assure you that he isn’t jealous, and he acts like he doesn’t care, but deep inside you both know he is very close confronting the party and shoot them in the face that you’re his.

Although most of time he keeps his cool, some days he’d be extremely affectionate, despite being in public, pouting at you and giving you those puppy eyes, “Give me some attention”. And other days he’d act all cool and nonchalent, pulling you away from the other party, “Babe don’t get to close with him. You can only do that with me”

Originally posted by taeyonghi


We all know how he’s like; honest and straightforward, and when he’s jealous, he’d get 10 times worse. As soon as he catches you getting to close with someone else, or even someone taking advantage of the situation to get close to you, he can be very aggressive, and harsh with his words.

Pulls you away right away and if he needs to, he’d confront the other party and shoot them with words, “Who do you think you’re getting so close to?”, “She’s MY girlfriend, don’t even think of laying a finger on her” But when it comes to you, he softens up again, showering you with affection, and maybe even apologising for acting so harshly, but his excuse would always be “I’m sorry, i love you too much”

Originally posted by mintokkies


Another one who’s straightforward and good with his words. He tries his back to act maturely and not create any trouble, but you’d notice his obvious upset expression, eyebrows knitted together and frowning; it was a sign to you to stop.

But if he needed to, he’d feign a smile in front of the other party, arms around your waist, sarcastically saying, “I’m sorry, but me and MY GIRLFRIEND has to leave now, sorry to disturb” Would also act like he’s mad and pissed at you for even being that close to the other party, but soften immediately after you apologised, then hugging you, “No no don’t apologise”

Originally posted by dovounq


He isn’t the type to act aggressively without thinking, and he certainly didn’t want to hurt anyone. But when it comes to you, he gets slightly protective, unlike his usual self. Which is why when he noticed you were getting to close to the other party, he stepped up immediately and shot you a look, signalling that he was upset.

He wouldn’t do or say much, just calmly pulling you away by your wrist, not smiling at all to the other party. He’d try his best not to let his anger take over. Hands stroking your hair, he’d softly ask, “Babe why’d you do that?” and as soon as he hears your apologetic tone and reason, he’d hug you and pat you on your back, assuring that he was not upset anymore.

Originally posted by nctaezen


As far as you know, he is the most sweetest, and affectionate person when it comes to you. He never once lost his anger, or even gotten upset over the things you did. But deep within him he only wants you to himself, and he’d fight anyone, or anything that tries to steal you away from him.

But because he’s so used to giving in to you, the most he’d do when he’d jealous is to go up to the other party and tug at your sleeve, asking you to leave. He’d not let his upset expression show, but you could tell that he wasn’t happy from how he talked much lesser. When the both of you are alone again he’d hug you, and say in the softest tone, “Babe please don’t do that again”

Originally posted by nctaezen


As someone who doesn’t like to create any trouble or upset anyone else, it’s normal to see him doing completely nothing, even when he’s jealous. He’d only watch from the side and hope that you’d go back to his side soon, unsure of whether to confront the other party, or to ask you to stop being so close.

But as soon as you noticed him being extremely quiet, and having almost no expression on his face as he stared at you from afar made you worried. But when you ask him about it, he’d fake a smile and assure you that everything was fine. After endless tries to make him tell you the truth, he’s sigh softly before intertwining his hands with yours, rubbing your fingers gently, “I got jealous babe, i’m sorry”

kill me now im soft i love mark

Originally posted by sekaiveol


When it comes to you, he has two sides: the one where he’s extremely clingy and affectionate, and the other one where he’d joke around a lot and tease you for many things. That was the way he’d act too, if he was jealous. No in betweens.

Like that one time he saw you getting to close to the other party, he acted all savage and said a few words to them, telling them about how they weren’t fit for you, only he is. And the other time, he’d act all clingy and mushy, holding you by your hand and purposely pecking you on your face, making sure the other party knew that you were already taken by him.

Originally posted by haecha

Wordless Apologies

Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Leonard McCoy X female reader.
Prompt: “We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work.  Or waffles, friends and work.  But work has to come third.”  “What? Does that feel good?”
Word Count: 1497.
Rating: Teen+.
Genre: Fluff.
Summary: you’re desperate to get out of med bay after an away mission gone wrong lands you in quarantine, and while you’re peeved at Leonard for keeping you hostage in isolation for so long, he’s got a plan to making it up to you.
Author’s Note: Written for @atari-writes s birthday challenge.  Late to the party, as usual, but I did it! Happy extremely belated birthday, darlin’, and I hope you like this!

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

Wordless Apologies

We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work,” you placate, watching Leonard as he hovers over you with a dermal regenerator.  “Or waffles, friends, and work – but work has to come third.”

Leonard’s expression doesn’t lift in the slightest and you know your attempt at jest is for naught – he’s still too wound up after an extended period of loss of radio contact between you and the Enterprise.  The away mission you’d gone on, leaving him back on the bridge, had been successful, even if you’d collected a few cuts and scrapes in the processes.  And potentially been exposed to a deadly pathogen carried by some of the hostages your security team had rescued.  The hostages were being tended to by Dr. M’Benga and the nurses and debriefed by the captain and Mr. Spock, and you had the great misfortune of having your boyfriend the CMO’s undivided attention.

“You could have died,” Leonard mutters as he sets the regenerator aside and leans in to inspect the faint discolored line left over from where a phaser bolt had grazed your side.  “You could still be dying – we don’t know what this virus’ incubation period is.  You might not show symptoms for days or weeks, and until we know more, you’re stuck in here.”

Your eyes linger on the pale blue shimmer of the isolation field that’s been generated around you since all of the ship’s proper isolation rooms are in use by those who are actively ill and contagious.

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Public Punishment (M)

Originally posted by got7gifs

Genre: smut 

Summary: You wear too short of a dress for a casual JYP dinner party that your boyfriend Jaebum does not approve of in which he intends to punish you by fingering you under the table.

Words: 2846

Cowritten by: Smuttyfairy & Smutty Woozfairy

Your name: submit What is this?

“Babe. Hurry. Up.


are going. To. Make. Us. Late. Damn it.” Jaebum ran his fingers through his hair, his facial features showing agitation. He paced the hallway outside the bathroom, anxious about time. You were getting ready in the bathroom, doing your hair and making yourself look dolled up for the special event the two of you were attending. And you knew you might be a little late with time but…you know. It takes time to look good.

“I’m almost done!” you exclaimed towards the door.

Jaebum sighed and continued to pace the hallway but more frantically now. “Babe. This dinner party is important. Extremely important. It’s our comeback dinner party with the company and I’m the leader of GOT7. LEEEADER. I CAN’T. BE. LATE. So can. You. PLEASE. Hurry.”

You looked into the mirror and quickly combed your lashes with mascara. Taking a good look at your makeup you tilted your head in different angles to check for anything missed or flawed. You pulled out your makeup drawl and picked a lipstick color that matched your dress.

“BABE COME ON,” Jaebum yelled through the door. You pursed your lips and quickly swiped your lipstick on.

“Okay! Okay! I’m coming!” you yelled back.

You opened the door and walked out nonchalantly. Jaebum stared at you up and down several times, observing your appearance from head to toe. You were breathtakingly HOT. But inappropriately too hot for this casual dinner party. You took notice of his jaw dropped expression and smugly smirked with confidence.

“Like what you see?” You twirled around and happily wiggled your hips. You saw Jaebum gulp from the action. “You look really good.” You were irresistibly good looking. So good that you were good enough to eat that Jaebum licked his lips wet just thinking about it. You were simply wearing a dress. A rather short dress to be exact. A really short dress.

Realizing how short and inappropriate the dress was Jaebum’s facial expression quickly changed into shock. “OH MY GOD BABE. YOU CANNOT-“ Jaebum looked at his ticking watch. The minute hand pointing out that you were both 10 minutes from being late.

“Oh my god. JYP PD-Nim is going to KILL me. We have to go. NOW.” Jaebum grabbed your wrist, forcefully pulling you with him as you both ran out the door and into the car where he then sped off to the company’s building.

One rushed car ride later, the both of you hurriedly entered the JYP building to the entertainment hall where you were introduced to all of the staff and fellow JYP artists that were present. After casually speaking to each and every one you and Jaebum took a seat at the table where the other members were posted.

“AH! (Y/N)! You made it!” Jackson excitedly yelled across the table.

“You were almost late, JB?” Mark asked him.

“Ah, yeah…princess here took a little while longer getting ready.,” Jaebum smiled nervously as he was reminded of the image of you in your stunning, hot dress.

He then instinctively placed his hand on your exposed thigh; whether he was reminding you or himself of who you were with, you weren’t quite sure. Jackson started up a conversation with you while JB talked across the table to JYP, who had been a tad bit disappointed that he wasn’t the first of the members to arrive, telling him, “The leader should set the example.”

The night seemed to be going alright, but you couldn’t help but notice Jaebum’s tense actions. His hands were fidgety, quickly tapping against the burgundy, clothed table, his eyes darting back and forth to you and quickly back down to his dinner plate. Just as you were about to address his strange behavior Jackson opened his mouth to speak.

“So (Y/N), you almost got JB in trouble, what took so long? Couldn’t stop staring at yourself in the mirror?” Jackson poked.

“Oh hush Jackson, you and I both know I don’t take nearly as long as BamBam to get ready,” you look at him pointedly.

“Yet he still managed to get here on time,” he retorts, “but I must say you do look fantastic.”

The blush on your cheeks is evident, and of course Jaebum only heard the last part of your conversation with Jackson and saw you blush.

“She does look pretty, doesn’t she?” he asks Jackson, but his tone made Jackson hesitant to agree, sensing a little jealous undertone.

“It just took her forever to get ready. She went into our bathroom at around 5 and didn’t come out until 5 til 7,” he felt the need to remind Jackson that you were taken and it was pretty serious.

“Okay, babe,” you rest your hand on top of his that is now squeezing your thigh a little, “I don’t think Jackson was trying to come on to me.” You shoot Jackson a pointed look, telling him to get out of this conversation while he can.

“And remember what I told you, I’m yours and only yours, you don’t need to worry, especially not with Jackson,” his smile tells you he’s not mad, so you lean in and place a small kiss on his cheek.

When you go to pull away, his hand moves further up your thigh, “You know, I almost got into a lot of trouble for not being here early,” his voice is almost a hushed tone, but there is something rough about it. “I’m going to have to punish you for making Daddy late.”

Shit. You knew as soon as “Daddy” came out of his mouth, you were in trouble. His hand kept sliding up your thigh until he felt you squeeze them together around his hand before he could reach your core.

“Come on princess, spread those legs for daddy,” Jaebum whispered hotly in your ear. You looked at him in shock, jaw dropped by his command while trying to not bring the attention of the people around you to yourself. Jaebum looked back with a stern face and raised an eyebrow. He was serious.

You couldn’t object to this of course and instead complied with the command and scooted up to the edge of your seat, legs spread open. You gulped as you looked at your surroundings. There were people everywhere chatting, drinking, stuffing their faces and having a good time. You truly hoped no one would see the turn of events going down under this table.

You looked back to Jaebum who still had his stern look on you, his hand now faintly brushing over the material of your thin underwear. His fingers started to slowly trail up and down until he moved the fabric to the side. A soft intake of breath escaped your lips, as you watched the corner of Jaebum’s lip rise to a smirk.

“Do you realize how short your dress is, princess? Hm?” Jaebum questioned in your ear, his finger just lightly touching your heated core. You bit your lip to withhold any sort of noise that would slip out.

“This dress is unacceptable. It’s clearly inappropriate for this dinner party…how could you do this to me?” He whispered, his finger now swiping against your wet folds. “It just barely covers your bottom and for the outfit choice you made tonight…you’re going to sit still and behave while I punish you. Here. So be a good girl and no noises out of your mouth, okay?” Jaebum softly kissed the corner of your lips, smirking as he backed away and sat a little more comfortable in his seat. A position in which he’d not look suspicious about the current activities taking place under the table.

You exhaled a jagged, deep breath you had been holding in as Jaebum’s slender finger slipped into you with ease. You inhaled a sharp breath, clawing your nails into the bottom of your seat, holding yourself in place as you tried to keep quiet.

“So (Y/N),” Bambam began. “Did you hear about Jackson and I being on Real Man?”

Jaebum’s finger twitched inside you, curling it just enough to brush the sensitive nerves of your sweet spot. “AaH!…Ah. Y-Yes. I did hear…I believe Jaebum told me about that a couple days ago.”

“Are you ready to see what ‘Real’ men we are (Y/N)?” Bambam asked, his smug smile now appearing on his face.

Jaebum’s finger continued to brush against your sweet spot, speckles of sweat began to form on the sides of your forehead as you tried to contain your whimpers and moans so that no one would notice. A familiar tight, warm feeling built up in your lower body. You were about to cum and as you looked to Jaebum who knew exactly what he was doing just gave you a sweet smile as if nothing concerned him. Biting your lip with a two second pause, you finally responded to Bambam.

“Yeah! Of course I am.” You stated quickly and short, laughing nervously afterward. Your hand tightly gripped onto Jaebum’s wrist, attempting to pull him away from your core. It was becoming too much and you were sure with just another couple more flicks you’d release in seconds and all over the place. An embarrassing scene you wanted to avoid.

You quickly shot up from your seat, Jaebum’s fingers now out and away from your core.

“I need to go to the restroom,” you stated very short and suddenly, waiting for no one’s response or concerns as you hastily removed yourself and made your way out to the halls and searched for a restroom. You were actually unfamiliar with the building and may have lost yourself deep in twine of halls in your search for the restroom. The pit of your lower stomach still held that ache from the work of Jaebum’s fingers, a much needed release you wanted to help yourself with. Your paces down the hall quickened, turning the corner sharply you bumped into a tall, broad shouldered man. You shook your head from the imbalance and your eyes widened with shock. Goosebumps appearing from the fear that quickly came over you.

“Are you running from daddy, baby girl?” Jaebum’s hands cupped your jaw. “I wasn’t done with you, you know…” His eyes darkened with lust as he cornered you toward the wall. 

“I-I really just needed to go to the restroom,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering away Jaebum’s to cover up your knowing lie.

“Don’t lie to daddy, I know you were close to coming, weren’t you?” He spoke closer to your face, his hot breath fanning over you as his hand slipped under your dress and up your thigh.

You nodded. “Y-yes,” you breathed out.

“Yes what?” Jaebum whispered into your ear, his fingers now brushing against your clothed core.

“Y-Yes daddy,” you softly whimpered.

“If you want to cum, beg for it, baby. Beg for daddy to make you cum,” Jaebum whispered, a smirk forming across his face as he torturously teased your wet core through the fabric of your thong.

You held back a soft moan, “please daddy…make me cum…it hurts,” you whimpered. The ache only intensifying as his fingers swiped back and forth against your clothes core.

“What do you want me to do baby girl?”

Your hips moved frantically against his fingers, “Please touch me daddy…I need you inside me,” you groaned softly.

Jaebum smirked widely at your request. “Turn around baby girl.”

You did as so, your dress was half ridden up from the work of Jaebum’s hands. He observed you from the back, taking in how attractive and steamingly hot you were in the short dress you mistakenly decided to wear to this dinner party…the dress that got you into this situation in the first place.

Jaebum’s hands ran up the back of your thighs, moving the bottom of your dress up to reveal your perfectly plump bottom. He bit his lip and released a soft breath of air. You looked so good to him like this, ready for his taking, his punishment. His hands continued to move up to your bottom, giving it a good squeeze before slapping it hard that the sound echoed through the hallway. You whimpered out loudly. The sharp, stinging radiated, the heat overcoming the same area.

“Don’t wear this dress out for anyone but me, you got that?” He growled against your ear. “You’re look so good baby I only want you for myself, no one else,” he reiterated, slapping your bottom once more.

You winced from the pain and held your whimper. “Then take me, daddy, please,” you begged, impatient and desperate for your release.

Jaebum chuckled, his hands now pulling down on your undies to drop them to the floor, exposing your wet core. His fingers grazing against your flesh down to your core, where they were needed most. He swiped his two digits up and down your slick entrance.

“So worked up and wet are we baby?”

You whined against his touch, biting your lip in anticipation until he finally slipped not one but two of his fingers inside you with ease. Jaebum took no time to quickly thrust his fingers in and out of you, helping you to your high. You let out continuous loud moans from the action until Jaebum quickly covered your mouth with his free hand.

“Shh…no one can hear you, remember? Be a good girl, and try to keep quiet,” he whispered lowly, kissing your cheek gently as he continued to move his fingers in and out of your slick walls.

Your moans were now muffled against his hand, the volume rising as you were closer to your release. Jaebum could feel you tighten your walls against his fingers, he knew you were close. Wanting you to quickly finish so they could return back to the dinner party event Jaebum curled his fingers, reaching deeper into your core to brush against that sweet spot that would send you over the edge.

“Cum for daddy, baby,” he coaxed, his soft lips kissing your ear, quickly brushing his fingers against your sweet spot.

Your insides twisted further and further, reaching your high as clouds began to form above your head, moaning crazily into Jaebum’s hand until you were finally pushed over the edge. The hot release spilling out of you and onto the floor below you.

Jaebum removed tissues from his pocket, taking it to clean the mess off that trickled down your legs.

You turned around to face him, exhausted and relieved as you half way collapsed into arms, your head laying against his chest while you tried to catch your breath.

“I hate you for this,” you huffed out, your eyes shut tight as you tried to recollect your energy.

He brushed your hair in a calming way that you loved. “I love you too, Princess. I’m sorry to say this but your undies are drenched from the release…so…I guess you’re going to leave them behind.”

Your eyes quickly widened open, “What?” You shot a look at him and then back down to the underwear that was completely drenched.

“Oh no,” you said almost in a whispered voice.

“Ohhhh yes,” Jaebum smirked. “You’re going back in there pantiless.”

You punched your lip out, thinking mischievously to get home quickly. Until the idea clicked. You were sure Jaebum had a hard on from all of this so you thought maybe you’d tease him enough to get the both of you home?

“Well…what if we didn’t have to go back there?” You purred, looking up at Jaebum with pouty lips, hands skidding up his thigh to palm his prominent bulge. A soft breath escaped his lips. “What if I want the real thing inside me,” you whined in a begging voice you knew he couldn’t say no to.

Jaebum swallowed hard, biting his bottom lip in thought.

You playfully tugged onto his black pants. “Come on baby, what do you say we have a round two at home? Hm?” You looked up at Jabeum, batting your eyes as you waited for a response, his bottom lip still in between his teeth.

You began to rub your hand against his bulge, kneeling down to the ground as your lips brushed down his chest to his bulge. “I’ll return the favor,” you deeply whispered, looking up to him for his reaction.

He quickly pulled you up and slammed you into the wall, his arms locked against walls, caging you in as you felt his breaths huff against your ear.

“Let’s go,” he sternly spoke.

You grinned widely as Jaebum took no time to pull you off the wall, his hand entangled in yours as he quickly led you out to the main room and explained to everyone you weren’t feeling well and needed to go home immediately so that you could rest. 

As soon as the both of you were home, Jaebum took no time to get you in bed, carrying you from the car all the way to the house and through the hallway, roughly throwing you on the bed as he quickly removed his tie around his neck.

“Round two, hm?” he smirked.

A/N: Sorry not sorry for the ending. MWuaHahHa!

I Saw Kingsman (the first one) This Past Weekend

Some notes:

How unreal is Mark Hammil’s voice acting? So unreal that, even with him ONSCREEN his voice sounded so different that my ears and my eyes had a slap fight about whether it was actually him.

In action-y genres I have a Type, and it’s a poshly-dressed Englishman fucking someone up.

In related news, am I the only one who can hear Quinn, in full dress whites that conceal a holdout blaster and several vibroknives, as he methodically locks down whatever room he’s in, saying,  “Manners. Maketh. The man.” ?

#237 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “songfic about dont delete the kisses by wolf alice please??? wherein reader has been liking van for months now and had a few awkward text messages with him like greeting van during christmas and new year then 6 months after they meet again but reader feels like van is out of her league but they somehow get close at the end because of their similarities”

Van McCann had always been on your radar. He was in your older sister’s social world since forever and as you watched him grow up… glow up… his little dot on your radar started to flash red and make piercing beeping sounds. The more you learned about him, the more you thought you and him would make a good couple. You liked the same music and movies. You hung out at the same places. You knew the same people. It would be so easy. You could date, fall in love, get married, the whole thing. But that was it, the dream seemed too perfect.

“What if the whole thing just isn’t what I’m meant to have?” you asked Will.

He rolled his eyes at you. “We’ve been through this, Y/N,”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but think about it. I’ve never had a proper relationship. Never even really liked someone proper. Maybe I’m just not meant to be in a relationship. Like, maybe my friends will just always be my family.”

Will groaned loudly and stood up. He walked out the room; from the kitchen, he yelled, “Just ask Van out for fuck’s sake.”

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anonymous asked:

Season's greetings! I really love your posts, could you maybe make one that takes place during Christmas dlc? How would RFA+V+Unknown react if MC offered to actually officially invite Unknown to the event as her +1?? I mean, he is the reason she joined, she's interested in him, so i could happen, right? Thank you!!

A/N: Omg this is such a cool request, thank you! ^^ Happy (late) Holidays!!! ~Admin 404


           -You… want to invite… the person…who started all of this?


           -Why would you invite someone who wants to ruin the RFA!!!!!

           -But at the same time, he’s the one who brought MC to the group in the first place….

           -Is he supposed  to thank this guy?? Or punch him in the face???

           - ohyeahlikeyoucanpunchhiminthefaceyoosung

           -In the end, he isn’t happy at all          

           -This is supposed to be a great event!!!! It’s bad enough it’s not in RFA’s name!!!! Now you want to invite someone like that!!!!!!!?

           -Whines the whole time, he tried to be nice to you about it but nope

           - yandere yoosung mode activate


           -You want to whAT





           -NOT MAKE FRIENDS!!!!

           -Honestly loves that you’re kind-hearted enough to look past it all and try to see the good in this Unknown, but NO

           -Immediately tells you that it’s a terrible idea and refuses to let you

           -If you even suggest it again he gets LIVID and has to leave the group chat because!!! He’s!!! So!!!! Angry!!!

           -10/10 will try to punch this “Unknown” in the face



           -She respects that you can invite anyone you want, but…

           -Doesn’t this guy want to….harm the RFA?

           -Is he going to ruin the event?

           -Please she’s worked so hard don’t stress her out like this

           -Honestly doesn’t want him to attend

           -Spends what free time she has to make a list of pros and cons about him attending

           -“MC, take note of how the pros are much shorter than the cons!!!!!!!!”

           -It’s refreshing to see someone try and give someone else a second chance

           -But no MC, not him. dont bring him to my event mc i will use judo on a bitch


           -MC, just no

           -He has a ton of body guards, and can use them all if he needed

           -But, he’d rather not?

           -He was excited to see you but how is he going to spend time with you if you bring him?

           -Not to mention that this Unknown wants to harm the RFA, and he can’t let that happen

           -Doesn’t express his opinion on the issue until he’s thought it through

           -He’s not about to blow up and waste energy on it like Zen would have

           -Decides he can let it happen so long as Saeyoung gets information about him from his attendance

           - lowkey thought about having saeyoung hack into mc’s phone to block him

           -Secretly just wants to RFA including MC safe!!!!!!!

*SAEYOUNG: (or more….Seven than Saeyoung)


           -HIS NEMISIS?




           -NO MC, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

           -He didn’t plan on going to the event so he wouldn’t be able to physically protect you and he isn’t okay with that

           -He also isn’t okay with the fact that this Unknown has hacked past his security again and is able to message you

           -LOVES that you want to give people the benefit of the doubt because he’s so glad that you gave him one

           -He messes around in the messenger all the time but becomes extremely serious and low key frightening about his answer. Refuses to let you invite him



           -Oh no

           -You want to invite Unknown!!!

           -Honestly wants to see Unknown happy, but doesn’t want him to get to the RFA

           -Everything he’s done is to keep him away and keep the RFA safe

           -Though, he can’t help but think what would happen

           -He has to keep up the ruse though! Cannot let anyone know the truth!


           -He personally comes to the messenger and politely turns down your idea of inviting him

           -“MC, I’m sorry. Your heart truly is kind, but we cannot forget what he has done, and what he wants to do. We can’t risk it.”


           -You….willingly want to invite him?

           -Is this a joke?

           -He doesn’t have to pry or hack to get the information from you?

           -*Insert Confused Math Lady meme*

           -Doesn’t exactly decline your offer, but doesn’t actually accept it either

           -Acts as though he doesn’t want to go with you because hes an edgelord comeonnow

           - low key extremely hyped though!!!!!!

           -Honestly just wants you to be with him? Doesn’t know why? But ever since he led you to that apartment, he’s wanted to get you back

           -Obviously wants to get the RFA’s information, but???? Also wants MC??????

           -“So, you’re interested in me, right? I can see it. It’s so obvious. Should I go just to please you? Or for my own benefit? Hm. Maybe we should just skip the event and have fun on our own instead…..”

Yoongi - Christmas Party ~

This is only part one so don’t be too disappointed where it cuts off. Part two will be written I promise, it’s not going to take forever. I know that Christmas ended like twenty five minutes ago but eh. Let’s pretend.

~ Also anon who requested this a million years ago I’m so so so so sorry it’s this late and I hope you don’t mind I sort of made it into a Christmas special 🎄. ~

Warnings ;

Choking , Breath Play (extreme) , Spanking , Slut Shaming (one sentence) , Dirty Talk .

Being best friends with Bts’ oldest hyung Jin had its perks. For example, you’d get small gifts at the most random times, he’d take you to his practices so you could watch him and the boys dance, you got vip seating and backstage passes at all their concerts and your personal favorite, you were invited to every holiday party them or the company hosted.

The October Halloween party they threw every year was incredible but you always grew most excited about Christmas. It was their biggest party of the year and you always showed up early to help Jin cook a giant Christmas dinner, set up all the cheesy decorations, assemble the tree and exchange presents between everyone.

This year was no exception as you stood outside, gifts stacked high in your arm. Your cheeks stung with the cold as your numb fingers rapped on the door of your best friend’s dorm. Thankfully it opened only a few seconds later, a breathy cloud of relief leaving your blue lips. Jin pulls you into a quick side hug and helps you inside.

“You’re early this year,” he comments, taking some presents off your hands so you can shrug your jacket off.

“The traffic was supposed to be really bad later,” you tell him, following him into the living room. He slides your gifts under the tree.

“Makes sense.”

Jin stands up and smiles, opening his arms for a real hug. You press close into his warm, bare chest.

“You must’ve started to cook already,” you tease, poking him in his stomach. He had the weirdest habit of cooking shirtless, that you asked him about all the time but never got the explanation for. Not that you were complaining.

“Actually I have. I’m trying some new stuff this year, new recipes and I just sent Namjoon and the others to get the rest of the ingredients for me so they should be back soon.” Jin shuffles into the kitchen and you look around at the mess of pots and pans and utensils. “Would you like to wash up? Then you can help me.. Oh, um.”

He turns around and notices the sink filled to the brim with dirty dishes, no room at all for you to even turn the water on.

“I uh, sorry it’s, Jungkook was supposed to-”

“It’s fine,” you wave him off. “I’ll just use your bathroom.”

“Right, my bathroom,” Jin talks while loading the dishes into the dishwasher. “Just be careful because Yoongi’s taking a nap.”

“I thought you said him and the others went out shopping?” You ask, annoyed your ex boyfriend was here. Apparently he was still as lazy as he was when you were dating him, one of the very reasons you two weren’t together anymore.

“I said Namjoon and the others,” Jin corrects. “Yoongi hasn’t left our room all day. While you’re down there, see if you can get him to come out? We could really use his help and you’re the only one he doesn’t punch when woken up.”

Jin could be so innocent at times, thinking you and Yoongi were on good terms when in reality, every time you tried to speak to him, he’d bite your head off for no reason.

Your best friend looked back at you and you smiled, “I’ll drag him out.”

“Thank you.”

You spin around and leave the room, rolling your eyes at the thought of even seeing him and his stupid cute self. You didn’t like him anymore, but you definitely missed him as one of your closest friends in the group. It used to be you and him before you and Jin. But the break up changed that, the bitter ass relationship changed that.

You dreadfully push the door open to Jin and Yoongi’s shared room, your head tilting in disappointment. He was spread out on his bed, arm and legs hanging over the side of his mattress. His thick blanket was pushed to the floor, accompanied by his pillows and his sheet was the only thing tangled around his naked body and keeping him warm. His head was tilted back and his mouth was wide open.

You try holding in your laugh but you stifle a small giggle into the palm of your hand. You walk into the room and shut the door behind you. Your feet slowly carry you over to the bed and you lower yourself down onto the edge between his long arms. You bite your lip to hide your smile, your finger gently trailing from his forehead down the center of his face to the end of his chin. He twitches in his sleep, his face scrunching up in disturbance and you snicker. When you would spend the night with him, back when you were a couple, this was the only way you’d use to wake him up. If you tried shaking him he’d get grumpy, if you tried kissing him he’d get grumpy, anything other than tracing your finger over his nose would make him grumpy.

You do it once more, your nails scratching at the end of his scalp to make him hum.

“Y/n stop,” he murmurs and your eyes widen, your hand freezing. He snuggles up into his sheet and you look around, before standing up.

“Yoongi wake up,” you shove his shoulder and walk away to the bathroom. You switch the light on and begin to wash your hands.

“I don’t want to,” he groans, rolling over when you lean back to peek.

“Too bad. It’s noon, get your ass up.”



“Baby stop. Five more minutes,” he yawns tiredly, hugging himself into a ball.

“I-” you shake your head, too in shock to respond. You look down at your hands, holding them underneath the water. He was still asleep, just barely awake and that’s why he said that.

“Come lay with me,” he calls suddenly and you reach for a towel to dry your hands.

“I’m about to kick you if you don’t get up in five seconds-”

“I don’t feel good,” he cuts you off and you scrunch your eyebrows.


“How am I supposed to know? My head hurts,” he whines like a child. You set the towel on the sink and walk back over to his bed.

“Face me,” you tell him quietly. You lean down and wait for him to turn around. He rolls over and keeps his eyes shut as he shoves the sheet from his upper body. You put your palm to his forehead.

“No no, you have to do the kissy thing,” he mumbles. Your eyes scan his face for any sort of joke but he lays there, as still as a rock.

You pull your hand away and hesitantly lean down even more, missing the smirk on his face when your lips press to his hairline instead.

“There’s no fever-” your eyes widen when familiar arms wrap around your waist and pull you down onto the bed. “Yoongi!”

“Ssh,” he shushes you quietly, brown eyes cracking open. “We don’t want Jin coming in here.”

“And why is that? Let me the fuck go,” you struggle uselessly in his grip and he laughs. His heavy, abnormally warm body rolls on top of you and you squeak, freezing up underneath him.

“What are you doing here Y/n?” He asks, looking down at you in curiosity.

“I’m here for the party-”

“You’re still coming to those?” He asks.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m still friends with the rest of your band, like it or not. I’m sorry you don’t want to see me but I’m staying-”

“Quite the opposite actually,” he whispers, watching you react by stopping your movements. Your eyes meet his and you scrunch your eyebrows.

“Are you drunk-”

“I miss you,” he says quietly and you roll your eyes.

“Stop interrupting me you fuck.”

“I know you miss me too.”

“I don’t, sorry. Now if you could just let me up, I have to-”

For the thousandth time you think, your eyes are as wide as saucers when Yoongi’s lips gently brush over yours.

“Yoongi,” you warn and he smirks at the lack of anger in your threat, his mouth capturing yours with more confidence. You realized now that he wasn’t drunk, he was just horny.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he breathes right into your mouth, sluggish tongue poking against yours. You whimper at the familiar feeling and he groans. “Missed your kisses, mmm, missed your fucking ass, missed your sweet sweet little pussy.”

“Fuck,” you whisper, submitting yourself completely and tilting your head back so he would kiss your neck.

“You’ve been dry as fuck haven’t you? Ever since you left me, pussys never been as wet as it was when you were with me hmm?” You cry out when he nips your skin, his hand roughly smacking over your mouth. He brings his lips to your ear. “Gotta be quiet, don’t wanna get caught do we?”

You shake your head, hands grabbing him and pulling him back down to your neck. He teasingly sucks on one of your veins, tongue licking over the expanse of the purple marks.

“We’ve been broken up a month now but you’re sticking around because you know. You know that pussy is fucking mine,” his knee squeezes between your legs and brushes up against your sensitive area. “Mine and only mine..”

You nod frantically, all shame of falling for his tricks so easily, out of the window. You knew you had a weak spot for him, he just reminded you about it.

“You’re still mine and you always will be,” he whispers, pulling back to look into your eyes. You nod again and he pulls his hand away so he can kiss you. “I still think you need to be reminded.”

Yoongi sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, shooting you a look that has you crawling over to him.

“God those socks look so fucking beautiful on you,” he roughly yanks you to bend over his lap and snaps the top of your socks onto the back of your leg. You bite your lip, hoping to God that Jin wouldn’t hear you and come investigate what was happening.

“Wait sit up.”

His strong arms pull you up and turn you so you’re standing in front of him. He pulls you between his legs.

“Let’s take this off first,” he mumbles, pushing your jacket off of your shoulders. He throws it over onto Jin’s bed, hands delicately pulling the scarf from around your neck. He tosses that too but it doesn’t make it very far, floating to the floor on someone’s dirty discarded jeans. His hands pull you to straddle his thighs, sliding up the bottom of your skirt and around to squeeze at your ass.

“Much better,” he says, kissing over the tops of your breasts. “Pull your tank top down for me.”

You tug at your shirt, folding the cups of your bra too and he buries his face into your chest, a loud moan leaving his mouth.

“Fuck,” he curses, leaving sloppy kisses around each of your breasts, coming so close to your pert nipples. He skims his tongue over them both and blows cool air on them to make them peak. “So pretty and hard for me.”

“Yoongi please,” you look down at him.

“I forgot how impatient you were,” he teases, dragging his bottom lip over your right nipple. You gasp, your hands pressed flat to his chest but he grunts. “You know the rules, shoulders or hair only.”

You move to take fistfuls of his hair instead, tugging and making him groan.

“Why are we doing this?” You ask in a deep breath.

“Because I miss you,” he answers simply.

“They’ll-they’ll walk in.”

“I dare them to.”

His lips finally wrap around you and he suckles gently, tongue accompanying his mouth in making you squirm.

“Shit..” He carefully bites down, rolling the bud between his teeth, fingernails digging into the flesh of your ass.

“Mmm, okay okay,” he pulls away and pushes you off, pulling you back down to bend down over his lap like earlier. Your skirt is yanked up to your back and you try to look over your shoulder but Yoongi’s hand holds your head down. He hums as his free hand smooths up the back of your legs, starting from your ankles and trailing up to your now exposed ass.

“Who were you trying to impress by wearing no panties baby?” He asks but you don’t answer, his chuckle following your obvious silence.

The first spank catches you off guard, your body jerking in shock and a low moan leaving your mouth. The second one isn’t that much of a surprise, neither is the third, and Yoongi has you whining by the tenth smack. He soothes your stinging ass cheeks.

“Missed the way you turn so red under my hand, tan skin blooming so beautifully for me. Think we can go more?” He asks and you nod. The breath is ripped from your lungs when your head is forcefully yanked back by your hair. “Use your nice words baby girl.”

“More please,” you whimper at the angle your neck was bent. His hand curls into your hair tighter, pulling your head back further until you’re looking at the ceiling.

“Still know how to be obedient,” he comments. “Nice job baby. Good girl.”

You release a deep breath when he lets your hair go, allowing you to look down at the carpet as his hand glides down the back of your thighs. His fingers dip underneath the hem of your high socks before he pats your knees.

“Spread em wide baby,” he says and you open your legs a little. “Hold em open for me.”

You gasp and tense up when his hand slides down and cups your hot mound. His fingers dip in between your lips, swirling around in your wetness.

“Don’t make any noise,” he grumbles lowly. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” you nod.

Yoongi slips his fingers further down, gently circling over your clit and making you bite your lip. When he pinches you your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Y/n,” he warns in a deep voice. “Quiet.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your teeth sink further into your bottom lip to suppress your sounds. Unfortunately you aren’t able to hold back your scream when Yoongi’s fingers slam into you without warning. At your abrupt shout, they’re gone as soon as they entered and Yoongi’s hand sharply lands on your backside in an echoing spank.

“What did I just say?” He growls and you shake your head, apologizing repeatedly. But it was too late. “Get up. Now.”

You push yourself up from your bent over position, Yoongi standing up with you. Not surprisingly, his hand finds it’s place on your throat, Yoongi forcing you to walk backwards until the wall stops you. He leans down to where his breath caresses over your lips, his hand curling tighter around your neck.

“What did I tell you sweetheart? No noises right?” You nod, the movement only making his grip tighter. With the pad of his thumb adding pressure against your windpipe, you open your mouth to take a deep breath.

“No no baby girl,” he whispers, his other hand coming up to trail his fingers over your plush bottom lip in awe of your desperateness. “No breathing Princess. Not yet.”

Your core clenches around nothing, your skirt still bunched to your waist.

“It’s really irritating when you don’t listen to me, isn’t it?” Yoongi asks, taunt in his voice. He tilts his head and watches you struggle for breath, pussy slicking itself up more and more the longer he makes you hold out.

You nod slightly to answer his question, your hands scratching at the wall behind you but not finding any grip. You heave in a small, strangled breath and Yoongi watches with a sick glint in his eyes.

His hand finally releases you and you gulp air down your burning throat. He leaves you no longer than five seconds to calm yourself down before he’s grabbing your arms and slamming them against the wall above you.

“Fuck Yoongi,” you whine, bucking your hips toward him.

“I know baby,” he assures you, pecking the tip of your nose and rubbing at your arms. “You’re a complete slut for all of what I do to you, but don’t worry honey, I’m not done yet.”

You moan in anticipation and he lets out a low chuckle.

“Patience baby girl and you will be rewarded,” he captured your lips this time, groaning into your mouth with the slow kiss. He teasingly laps at your tongue, his large hands shucking your skirt down so it falls to your ankles. You kick it off in the other direction and he grips your waist, easily lifting you up and pressing your back to the cool wall, being gentle for the first time. But that’s not what you wanted.

“Yoongi yes,” you moan. You place your hands flat on his bare muscular chest, knowing he didn’t like that and would get rough again.

“Naughty girl,” he tsks you, your lips sticking together when he pulls away. “Arms up.”

“What?” You ask cluelessly and he smirks.

“Arms. Up,” he demands again and your hands shoot up into the air above your head. “Head back.”

You do as you’re told and tilt your head back.

“Keep them there.”

You feel his lips trailing over the skin of your neck, a hum of dissatisfaction escaping him.

“There’s marks on your pretty throat baby,” he whispers. He places delicate kisses over the bruises in the shape of his fingers, hoping nobody got the wrong idea if they saw them later. He got a little carried away.

Despite his informing, you keep your neck exposed and he appreciates it by licking over the notches. He tongues at your sensitive bruises, painful but amazing whimpers leaving your mouth as he works you over with his wet muscle.

“Mmm baby,” he moans. “As amazing as you taste, the boys will get suspicious if we don’t get out there.”

He lowers you to the floor, hands respectfully straightening your shirt out and wiping at your spit slick neck while you stare at him in shock.

“Wait what?” You ask.

He walks over and grabs your skirt from the floor, going around and collecting your scarf and jacket too before bringing them to you. He shoots you a dazzling smile, attitude completely flipped, free hand grabbing your chin between his finger and thumb and pulling you into a kiss. You moan into it and he pulls away, offering you your clothes.

“Are we not finishing?” You ask. He walks into the bathroom after pulling on some sweats, hands tucking his hard dick into an unnoticeable position and fixing at his disheveled hair. “Kinda thought we were gonna fuck just now, you know like, hot desperate make up sex or something?”

Yoongi walks out of the bathroom and finds a random shirt to pull on, afterwards walking over to you.

“Maybe later baby girl. We just don’t have enough time. But don’t you worry,” he grabs your hair and makes you whimper when he tugs on it. “I will be finishing what I started.”

Merry Christmas everybody , happy holidays ❤️ xx.


…How often do illustrators get extremely tired just by merely thinking of a draft lurking in the depths of their database :/?

This is by far not finished and/or perfected yet, but…ugh. I don’t know what to do with the background….stuff….bats….It’s late. So let us consider this a WIP?? 

They are all characters from my Dungeons & Dragons party. We somehow have loads of shiny useless charisma ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. The sexy half-elf with tattoos in the middle is my darling swashbuckling rogue: Fix. 

Yngwie, who is our fancy Paladin (with the Flamberg) made great character designs for a couple of these, so please take a look at his Tumblr too

Halsey+(y/n) smut

So I’m vvvv sorry I’ve not been that active lately I’ve had a party and friends staying over for the past couple of days, this one was requested and I hope I’ve succeeded with it, don’t really know if I’m so extremely happy with it but yeah thanks for requesting, and anyone can so go ahead!! Kinda needed RN I have major writers block lmao

Since Ashley had released badlands everything had just flipped upside down, in a sort of good way though, her schedule was as busy as ever, constantly being invited places, playing shows, doing promotional stuff, traveling across the world and tonight she’d been invited to the Victoria’s Secret fashion show and had asked you to come along.
You were loyal and all to Ashley, she was the only girl you wanted, she was amazing, but a load of girls walking around in underwear you were sure to look, after about 20 minutes into the show you looked over to Ashley who was looking down at her feet, unlike her usual outgoing self so obviously you were concerned but brushed it off after a while and carried on watching the show, then (models name idk any oops) came on Ash knew you had a major crush on her, you couldn’t help but stare, once she walked round the stage and back off you once again turned to Ashley, this time she seemed pissed off, you shifted your hand onto hers and leaned towards her “you okay?” But she just shrugged you off her hand and ignored you, you weren’t really sure what had happened to make her so pissed off and oblivious to you checking the models out hurting her but you were going to find out soon enough.
“Babe, please just talk to me” you whined, she had ignored you the whole show and the way back to the hotel, you weren’t taking it much longer “God, Ash just talk to me!” You snapped “the whole fucking night you have been checking out all those God damn girls and didn’t pay a fucking minute of attention to me, I’m supposed to be your girlfriend (y/n)” you were taken back by her sudden outburst and didn’t really expect her to talk to you for the rest of the night but before you could reply or do anything so had locked her lips on yours “bed now” she grunted in your ear “and I want you ready for me” she followed with a cocky smirk. You didn’t disobey her, you knew what she was talking about and it made every part of your body tingle, you undressed and lay on the bed waiting for her to return not to long after with a box in her hands
“Now, do you really think it’s appropriate that you check out other girls when I’m around”
“No” you mumbled, feeling bad for earlier but also extremely turned on because you know what’s yet to come.
“It’s not is it? And that’s why I’m going to punish you.” “No touching me- or yourself for that matter, but then again I’m going to make sure you won’t” she pulled out handcuffs grabbing both of your wrists and pulling them toward the bed frame securing me to it, she reached to the box again and pulled out a plain black bandana and wrapped it around my eyes so you couldn’t see anything, she got up off the bed that you where now attached to, leaving you like a bag of nerves and excitement. You heard her rummage through the box again, and then her foot steps pacing around the bed “I’m going to make you scream my name, honey, just enough so you and the whole world know your mine and hopefully you won’t feel the need to check anyone else out”
You soon felt her cold hands against your bare hips making you whine and buck them up a little “ash” you cried dragging the letters she flipped you over so you were laying across her lap pulled her hand up an smacking it down forcefully on your butt,
“You like this don’t you, you’re such a slut” spanking you again and again until you were bright red from the sharp contact of her hand and your butt.
“Now, No talking unless I say you can” she snapped back.
She spread your legs and kissed up my thigh stopping mid way and started sucking and nipping it with her teeth, hard enough to leave a mark and make you groan.
Although You couldn’t see her Icould feel the smirk across her face the fact she’s done so little as kiss you and has so much control, she worked her way up the rest of your thigh again, once she was only centimetres away from your core she kissed you again and got up leaving you frustrated and needy, she walked towards you leaning into your ear “what do you want me to do love?” “Tell me what you want” she hummed, “you, please, Ashley” you whined moving restlessly “but what do you want me to do to you” she groaned making you wetter by the moment, “fuck me please”, “as you wish” she replied once again being able to feel the smirk across her face.
She moved back down to my core letting her hot breathe hit it “mm babe you’re so wet for me” she inched closer to it and quickly kissed it, she let her hands and fingers trail down your thighs holding them down in preparation for your reaction of what she was going to do next, with no warning she starting sucking on your clit, your moans filled the hotel room the effect she had on you was huge, she sucked and pulled harder making you cry out in pleasure, you were soon going to hit your climax the pleasure building a knot in your stomach, the moans becoming louder.
Just seconds away from you coming she stopped and pulled away from you, making you groan in frustration “Ashley please” you whined.
“Nope, you shouldn’t check other girls out, sweetheart, and you’ll learn that” she chuckled.
Soon you heard a soft humming noise “I’ll teach you right” she whispered crawling back towards your sensitive area without warning she pumped the vibrator into you slowly turning up the setting so it went faster as she did, the quick action caught you by surprise earning a whine from you, the fast action was already so much for you, but soon she dived her mouth into your clit sucking harder and faster than before all while the vibrator was being pumped in you.
Your climax was hitting you with so much force, your legs began to shake and you began to whimper, you closed your eyes seeing white dots in the back of your head
“I-I’m going to cum”
“Do it, cum for me baby”
You let out a huge cry as you came undone “I love you” you said breathlessly, she pulled the vibrator out of you “good” she said.
You felt her crawling up toward you unlocking the cuffs and untying the blindfold “I love you too” she replied nuzzling her head into your neck and wrapping her arms around your waist.

Her Secret Part II-Jason Dilaurentis Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and drug overdose

A/N: Please read Her Secret or else this won’t make a lot of sense

Originally posted by heartstacey

It was a week into school when Jason decided to text me, which was fine with me. The only stress I had to deal with was school-related, which only included assignments. After my stay in Japan, I had little to no desire to go out partying like I used to. It was all overrated to me now even though I used to act as though being the most daring and wildest girl at a party was a life or death situation. In fact, my perilous behavior nearly got me killed on several occasions and I was fortunate that I was still alive. Therefore, it was incredibly bad if A was frightening me because nothing really scared me.   

“So, are we all just going to meet at Noel’s cabin because he has to know something,” Spencer said.   

 We were all standing at Aria’s locker. It was the end of the day and everyone who was anyone at Rosewood High was buzzing about Noel’s annual back to school party. If one was invited that meant that one was cool, hot, or had connections. Therefore, all five of us had been invited to Noel’s party, same as every year.   

 “Yeah, that sounds good to me,” Emily said.  

  “I’m always up for a party,” Hanna said.  

   “But it’s not really partying if we’re just trying to get information out of him,” Aria teased.    

“Whatever, I’m getting drunk either way.”    

 I laughed and ran a hand through my hair. “I’ll make sure to catch up with you guys.”    

“Why? Are you going to be fashionably late?” Hanna asked.  

  “I guess some habits die hard,” I said with a shrug.   

  There was no way I was telling them that I was going to be meeting with Jason just an hour after school. I wish I could because I still got butterflies just thinking about him. Hanna would definitely make fun of me, Aria would give me heartfelt advice, Spencer would judge me hard, and Emily would probably be the most supportive of them all. But, I couldn’t tell them at least not in that moment. Fortunately, they didn’t pry anymore and we were able to head to our separate homes peacefully. As soon as I stepped inside, Charlie, my Australian shepherd, nearly knocked me over. 

   I laughed as I scratched behind his ears.    

   “Hi, Charlie, I missed you so much,” I said.    

    He had been at the groomer’s up until the day after I saw Jason at the Brew. Playing with Charlie was the best stress reliever a girl could ask for. 

    “Y/N, is that you?” Mom asked.    

 She walked into the foyer, still dressed in a long-sleeve purple button down and gray slacks from work. Mom was a cardiologist and spent most of her days in her office with patients, diagnosing them with different cardiovascular problems. Rarely would she have to do surgeries but when she did, she usually came home extremely late. 

   I straightened up and closed the door behind me. “Yes.” 

   “How was school today?”     


  “Do you have any plans? You know you’re supposed to do your—”   

  “I know, but I’m supposed to go out with Aria and the other girls tonight.”    Mom furrowed her brow. “Are you going to Noel’s party?” 

   “Yes, but I am the designated driver so I will be responsible.”   

    “Good,” Mom walked over to me, “because the last thing you need is to relapse after all that progress you made abroad.”  

   “Uh huh.”

   She smiled at me as she moved my hair to the side. “Your father and I were so worried about you, but you have grown into a fantastic young woman. I couldn’t be prouder.”

   Oh, don’t say that, Mom, I thought.

   “Cool, I’m gonna go upstairs now.”

   Charlie was right at my heels as I ran up the steps. Of course, I felt guilty for seeing Jason behind my parents and my friends’ backs, especially because when my parents found out, it was in the worst way possible. 

    My head was groggy when I woke up to the sound of a steady beeping. Then, I realized that I was in the hospital because everything was so sterile and clean. My throat felt dry and scratchy. I wanted water.

    My mom’s eyes were red as she leaned forward. “Oh, honey, you’re awake. I’m so, so, sorry.”

   “What happened?” I muttered.

   She hesitated. “You had a bit of an accident, sweetheart, because of that Jason Dilaurentis.”

   I tried to remember exactly how Jason factored into me ending up in the hospital, but everything was in bits and pieces. All I knew was that there was a party and we had been making out a lot. When I looked at Mom’s face, I knew that she knew about me and Jason.

   “You are not allowed to see him ever again, do you understand?”

   And that’s how we broke up. To this day, I still don’t really remember how I got in the hospital, but I do know that it lead to my parents taking me to a special treatment center in Japan to detoxify my body. I didn’t know why Jason hadn’t tried to contact me for so long but I supposed I would find out later.

   I spent about twenty minutes reading a chapter for my American history class before deciding that I needed to focus on what I would wear to see Jason. He was staying in a hotel since Maya and her family were staying in his old house. We were going to be alone together for the first time in a long time and I had to look good. After pouring through the contents of my closet, I found a striped short sleeve dress and black cut-out boots that I thought were appropriate for such a meeting. Once I changed, I did my make up as nicely as possible, but still made it look natural enough so it looked like I didn’t put too much effort into it. Then, I let my hair stay down and in its natural state because that’s the way Jason liked it the best.

   When I finished, I turned to Charlie. “Wish me luck?”

   Charlie barked and I kissed him on the top of his head. He always liked Jason.

   I managed to sneak out past my mom and drive over Jason’s hotel. I spent the fifteen minute ride trying to calm myself down. It was just Jason, I knew Jason, at least, I thought I knew him. He met me in the lobby, looking handsome in spite of his tshirt and jeans combo.

  “Hi,” he said.


   How awkward.

  He took me up into his room, making me think of the countless times we had done something similar to this except there wasn’t a lot of talking. I sat on a chair and he handed me a glass of water.

  “Why did you ask to see me, Jason?” I asked.

  He sighed and leaned forward from his perch on the corner of his bed. “I’ve been dealing with a lot since Alison died. It doesn’t make any sense. I know a lot of people hated her, but I didn’t think it was enough to get her killed.”

  “Ali had a lot of secrets, Jason. No one really knew her.”

  Jason snapped his eyes up at me. “Are you saying she deserved it?”

  “No, I’m saying that whoever did this is probably someone Ali never mentioned to you, me, or the other girls.” I took a sip of water. 

  Jason smirked. “I thought that if someone was going to get killed, it would be me. I used to get into a lot of bad things.”

  “I remember. I wasn’t that good either, you know, but we both changed.”

  “Yes, we did.”

  I shifted from side to side, crossing my ankles with one question burning on my tongue. I couldn’t possibly ask it, though, he was still pouring out his heart over Alison. It was a little strange that he would do that with me, though.

  “Do you remember that time I took you to the lake house?” Jason asked.

  “Of course. Ali almost caught us because she came down during that last day and I had to hide in some cramped closet until you talked her into going shopping or something,” I said with a laugh. 

   “Yeah, I remember that. I also remember how we walked down the beach together and you ran into the lake. It was really late and neither of us should have been out there.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I was a stupid kid.”

 “No, you were fearless and I admire that; I’ve always liked that about you,” Jason said. “I think Ali liked that about you, too.”

  “It got me in trouble.”

  “You always got out of it, though.”

  I laughed, thinking about all the crazy times I’ve had with the girls, Ali, and Jason. They were fun and made for good stories, but I didn’t want to be the same girl that I used to be. However, I think memories of that girl were a good segway into my question.

   “What happened to us? I know it had something to do with a party and…and drugs, but I can’t remember.”

   Jason’s expression darkened as though he were being haunted or something. He looked at his hands. “You really don’t remember that night?”

   “I remember that Alison, Emily, Aria, and I were supposed to have a sleepover, but I snuck out to go to a party with you in the forest somewhere,” I said.

   “Yeah, it was my friend, Dylan’s, party. He was into every drug you could think of and supplied everyone at the party with it. He really liked you, but not in the same way everyone else did,” Jason said. “We were having a good time, drinking and stuff, but you wanted to get food or another drink and I let Dylan take you.”

   “And then what?”

   Jason ran his hand through his hair. “That part is kind of hazy since I was smoking pot, but I remember some girl came running inside, screaming how you couldn’t breathe and having some sort of fit. I’ve never ran so fast in my life and when I found you, lying on the bathroom floor, I never felt so afraid in my entire life.” Jason looked up at me. “Your eyes looked dead but you were shaking as though you were possessed. Everyone was either high or drunk except that girl who freaked out. She called the cops, a lot of people ran, and I almost killed Dylan.”

   “I OD-ed?”

   “On cocaine, Dylan gave it to you which is why I showed up at Rosewood General with bruised knuckles and a bloody nose.”

    “You came to see me?”

   “Of course, I needed to know if you were okay. But I ran into your father and he almost killed me and told me to stay away from you, and I did. I thought I was ruining your life because I knew you did some crazy stuff, but I made it worse.” Jason bit his lip, hard. “I thought you almost died because of me.”
    I shook my head and set the glass of water aside. “It wasn’t your fault.” I walked over to him and knelt to his level. “It wasn’t my parents’ fault, it wasn’t Ali, or Aria, or Emily, or Spencer, or Hanna’s faults. It was my fault. I was too intoxicated to remember that it was a bad idea to do hard drugs in my state.”

   Jason looked as though he didn’t believe me. “But I should have protected you better.”

   “I knew what I was doing—-I’ve known what I was doing since I was fourteen, when I started going out to parties and drinking. When I was away, I learned to take responsibility for my actions because, in the end, it was my fault. I am not going to let you or anyone else feel guilty about anything I’ve done.” I brushed my hand against his cheek. “All you need to know is that I’m better now and I think you are too.”

   “I am, but I didn’t go anywhere fancy to get rehab like you, but it helped,” Jason said.

   Then, we looked at each other, long and hard, just like we used to. He was everything I had ever wanted in a man and more. It was too bad that things couldn’t be like they used to. We were both different.

    Jason leaned closer to me, brushing his nose with mine. I closed my eyes, letting my lips brush over his against my better judgment. He felt so warm like he used to when we were together. It was so familiar and nice…


    I jumped and pulled away. “Sorry.”

   “It’s fine,” Jason muttered.

   I quickly checked my phone and felt nauseous. It was a picture of me and Jason almost kissing.

   A picture’s worth a thousand words. I wonder how much the other liars will have to say about this?


   Immediately, I made a beeline over to the window and looked down into the parking lot. There were too many people for me to pick out the stalker photographer. Whoever they were, they had followed me here.

   “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jason asked, coming up behind me.

   I whirled around. “Nothing, I thought I heard something.” I brushed past him. “That was Hanna, we’re supposed to get ready for Noel’s party tonight and I completely forgot.”

   “Noel’s party? Are you sure about that?”

   “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll text you?”


   I didn’t feel safe again until I was in the elevator. A was officially after me and sooner or later, I would have to tell my friends about Jason. What a day. 

anonymous asked:

i mean i prev watched bsd but i didnt lyk it dat much except for a passing time (and not enough to ship aww :(( ) -- how come it became so popular ovrnight? And what made u lyk it that much B?

Well, I don’t think BSD became popular overnight??? I mean, I joined the party extremely late and I found a relatively small (bear in mind, I come from the hq!! fandom, which is…HUGE) but pretty active fandom! 

Surely it gained a little more of a following lately, but honestly I don’t know why! My only guess is people saw some recs here and there, decided to watch it and fell in love with it too!

Well…there are many reasons why I liked it: the story, the narrative style, the beautiful art. But what made me fall in love with it was the cast of characters. It truly is a masterpiece in so many levels and, much like what happened to me with haikyuu, there are some stories that click instantly with you, that steal your heart and speak to you on a spiritual level. That’s what happened to me with Bungou Stray Dogs. 

Originally posted by hyakuraii

anonymous asked:

Odd headcanon you have about Korra and Asami. And by odd I mean a quirk you think they might both share

A quirk they share? Hmm… that’s actually a pretty tough/interesting question!

For one, they’re both competitive, and kinda get into impromptu competitions with each other over the randomest crap. Who gets to the top of the stairs. Who opens the door first. Who can fold the most laundry faster.

Speaking of ‘faster’ they both really like speed. I could see them going out and learning some extreme sports, the kind to give their loved ones heart attacks just to consider it, but they love the adrenaline.

I read them both as introverts, though. I know that’s not a universeal read, but I think they both tend to gravitate to the edges of parties and big gatherings. Neither is shy, of course, but so many people at once is pretty draining.

Neither ever gets a handle on the other’s sleep pattern. Not after decades. Korra sleeps so late into the day that Asami can’t imagine how she gets anything done, but she can wake up and the slightest noise; Asami is still up reading when Korra nods off, and has but up and bathed and put on her makeup and is working long before Korra bothers to rise. But when Asami IS asleep, it’s like Kuvira’s cannon could fire next to her head and she wouldn’t notice it.

Thanks for the question, Anon! is this kinda what you meant?

Rachel’s Rambles - 6x01 Fallout

…and we’re back! I’m so excited that after five months of playing the “let’s pretend everyone is dead” game, that we finally have new Arrow on our screens.

I know I’m late to the party this week, so let me dive right in!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

hi! i'm late to the party but i really like your blog so anyways. did anyone think the hawkins arc was too short? i don't wanna say poorly written bc i love b99, but i feel like it wasn't developed well enough? the whole thing was portrayed as extremely serious, and then it was solved in literally half an episode? it lacked a lot for me. and i know it's a comedy show but it doesnt have to be poor in the execution just bc of that, you know?

i totally get that. the fact that they weren’t really working the case in the first episode and then that’s all they did in the second is i think what made it worse bc they just crammed it all in at the last minute

It’s (L)inktober and I am EXTREMELY late to this party with my Zelda-themed ink drawing! The first day is meant to be a(n original) character, so have this demi-Lynel! He’s half Hylian, half Lynel!

….Don’t ask about how that came about between his parents!

For those that don’t know, I write a Zelda fanfiction where Link is a flirtatious, rude, charismatic, lying, and generally outrageous hot mess, and the guy you see above is (about to become) a pretty big deal in it! You can read it here.

Sleep Talking

@ashes-to-ashesx the one shot I was telling you about.

You don’t know why you offered to watch these kids. Okay, you totally knew why you offered. You’d broken your wrist and had felt extremely useless, Hotch had to take on extra paperwork because you were so slow. That and because you had a huge crush on him and if he pulled another late night he was probably going to fall over. You knew the slumber party was going to be a late night. You just didn’t think it would be six am late. Hotch comes out of his room looking sleepy but not nearly as bad as he’d been last night, the dark circles were gone and he actually looked pretty refreshed.
“You’re up early.” He whispers not wanting to wake the seven sleeping boys on the floor.
“Up early? I haven’t gone to sleep yet.” You whisper back.
“What?” He gawks at you, “Why are you still awake?”
“The last kid fell asleep ten minutes ago.” You stare down at the mess of kids and try to plot out a way through the mess.
“Come here.” He reaches down over the back of the couch and he pulls you up and over it. You stumble slightly when he goes to set you down. He holds tightly to your waist as you get your footing. “You okay?” He mutters in your ear.
“I’m good.” You murmur back, swaying slightly on your feet. You’ve been awake now for 36 hours. “Woah.” Hotch keeps a firm grip on you. Oh yes, this is nice, you like having his hands on your waist.
“Why don’t you get some sleep?”
“Yea, I’ll call an uber.”
“No, I mean here. Come here.” He wraps his hand around one of yours and leads you to his room. “You need sleep and I owe you a meal. Is there a specific time you want me to wake you up?” He whispers guiding you to his bed.
“You don’t have to do this.” You mumble. His bed looks so nice and comfortable and it’s taking everything you have in you not to flop down onto it.
“I know. I also know you’re exhausted, and I’m not the kind of man whose going to put you in a cab. Now. Get some sleep.”
“Can you wake me around 11:30?” You ask before dropping down onto the bed he nods and then quietly leaves the room. You’re asleep before he shuts the door.
A few hours later Hotch wakes you. You blink up at him and he smiles down at you with an expression on his face you haven’t seen before.
“Is it 11:30 already?” You groan.
“Yea.” He passes you a coffee, done exactly how you like it, then he blurts out, “I like you.”
“What?” Your head is still kind of fuzzy and you can’t be sure but you’re pretty sure he just said he liked you.
“I think you’re amazing. I think you’re smart, brave, funny and pretty as hell.”
“You-you do?” Is this a dream?
“Hotch.” You breathe and his lips are on yours. You don’t even care that you have coffee breath.
Your eyes snap open and Hotch is looking down at you a guilty look on his face.
“Sorry.” He mutters, “I needed my phone.”
“It’s fine.” It was a dream, you knew it.
“Hey.” He says softly and you look back up at him only to be shocked to find his lips pressed against yours. This is way better than your dream, they’re commanding but gentle. Firm and strong but soft. Your head is spinning. He pulls away.
“What was that for?” You mumble.
“You said my name in your sleep, and I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“Then do it again.” You flirt tilting your head to meet his lips with yours. He does and your heart soars. You’ve never been so glad you were a sleep talker in your life.