fluorescent sign

Music to my Ears (M)

Originally posted by dimblethum

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1560

Warnings: SMUTTT (choking kink???)

note: idk how i got this idea but i decided to write this down and now i may need holy water. producer jaebum is so hot!!! just prepare yourself for the hotness of this man. also i wrote this while listening to his soundcloud so… yeah haha. happy reading and take care! -admin

It was late at night with people going out and about, cars driving around with their headlights on, and businesses lit their fluorescent signs. But as you and Jaebum sat in his studio room, alone, you two blocked out the sounds of the night life with his music that he created. You were always fascinated with your boyfriend’s skill and the way he produced his music. Some songs were very meaningful in the lyrics and others were more sexual. But you were too afraid to admit that his songs turned you on.

You sat on the couch in his studio room, taking another sip of beer that Jaebum bought for you before you two settled down in his studio. You bit your lip and observed your boyfriend who worked on his songs. His hair slicked back, revealing his forehead, and his broad back faced you. The song that he was working on played through the studio speaker, his voice filling up the room. It was music to your ears and the lyrics were somewhat sexual, turning you on slightly.

“Does that sound good, babe?” Jaebum said, turning off the music and turned his chair to face you.

“Yeah, it does.” You smiled at him as you set down the beer bottle on the table and started to walk towards him. “How about we take a break?”

“Sounds good to me.” Jaebum sighed as he slouched on his chair and watched you walk over to him. You climbed up onto his lap and straddled him, while running your hands through his soft hair.

“You’ve been working so hard these days.” You slurred, slightly drunk from the beer but sober enough to control your actions. “You deserve a reward for your work.”

“And what is my reward?” Jaebum asked in a playful manner, raising his eyebrows as his hands started to wander around your body.

You sent Jaebum a wink and bit your lip, “Me.”

Jaebum then took your face and pulled you down so that your lips crashed with his. His lips kissed you with full passion, demanding more your sweet mouth by teasing you. He pressed his tongue on seam of your lips and, at your grant of access, delved inside your mouth, leaving you breathless. His lips moved in sync with yours as his hands played with the hem of your shirt. Swifty, he lifted the fabric up and away from your body, throwing it aside on the studio floor.

Jaebum broke away from the kiss as he motioned you to climb off of him so you could take off your pants. You did as he wanted, slowly undressing yourself and bending down to get rid of your pants, letting Jaebum get a good view of your ass. You heard Jaebum take in a hitch of air as he watched you put on a show for him. You walked over to him, sending Jaebum another wink and you climbed up on his lap, straddling him once again.

“You look so fucking hot, baby girl.” Jaebum growled as his hands made their way up to your breasts, massaging it slightly causing you to let out a low moan. You grabbed on to the back of Jaebum’s chair as his hands started to do their magic. Skillfully unhooking your bra and throwing it on the floor, he played with the nubs as you bit your lips to contain yourself from moaning out loud. After giving your breasts a good squeeze, his hands slowly made their way down to your heat. You tried to prop yourself up so that there was enough space for Jaebum to do his work.

“Mhmm,” Jaebum hummed as he palmed your heat, “Someone’s getting needy.”

Jaebum slid his hand, ever so slowly, inside your panties as he let his fingers get coated with your essence. You bit your lip as you felt Jaebum’s fingers tease your hole before gliding it up to your clit. He started to move in circular motion, slowly, as you let out breathy whines from your mouth. Jaebum pressed on your clit harder, increasing the rate of his fingers as your grip of the hair became tighter. You rested your head on Jaebum’s shoulders as he pushed in two fingers into your sopping sex.

“Fuck, right there Jae.” You moaned as Jaebum’s fingers hit your sweet spot. He started off slowly, making you whine under his touch, until he switched to his brisk pace. The lewd sound of Jaebum’s fingers going in and out of your tight core filled up the room along with your soft moans. You felt Jaebum press his lips on your neck, smirking slightly as his fingers went fast and deeper within you. You could feel a familiar pit in your stomach as the pitch of your moans started to get higher. Jaebum took that as a sign and stopped all his movements, taking out his fingers from your core and giving your ass a hard smack.

“Get off of me and get on your knees.” Jaebum demanded. You did what he said and climbed off of him and fell to you knees. You watched as Jaebum took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Playing with his belt, he slowly sild down his pants revealing a tent below his boxers. You bit your lips as you watched your boyfriend slide down his undergarment to reveal his big cock.

“You know what to do, baby girl.” Jaebum growled as he moved his chair closer to you. “Take care of this big guy.”

You smirked at Jaebum before taking his huge length into your hands. You leaned forward and  wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, touching nothing else, just your tongue swirling around slowly. Your mouth slid all the way down to the base of his length and sucked hard. You looked up at Jaebum as his face showed full signs of pleasure. You started to work your lips, pressed tight against his hard cock, up and down, back and forth. Jaebum let out a low growl as he tugged onto your hair, enjoying your work. And just then, you slid his length out of your mouth and let out a loud pop before smirking at him. You wanted to stop this foreplay and wanted him inside of you. And Jaebum knew that.

Standing up from his chair, he motioned you over to the couch as he walked over to his bag to grab a condom. You laid back on the couch, pulling down your panties as you watched your boyfriend slip on the latex sheet. With that, Jaebum walked over to you and climbed onto the couch. Lifting both of your legs and rested them on top his shoulders, he teased the entrance of your core. He slammed into you in one go, filling up your tight walls to the hilt. He took a few seconds to recuperate the feeling of your walls swallowing his cock and he presses his forehead against yours.

“I want to hear your screams, baby girl.” He smirked before giving you a brief kiss on the lips. “They’re like music to my ears.”

With that, Jaebum pulled out again and slammed back into you, harder this time, making you arch your back. He began snapping his hips forward at a steady pace as he kissed you to swallow your screams. His thrusts becomes harder and harder by the second and Jaebum already had you screaming his name once his lips were not in contact with yours.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Jaebum growled as he thrusts into you harder and deeper than before making your breasts jiggle from his fast pace. His hands made their way up to your neck, gripping it softly as you started to reach your high. You held in your breath as Jaebum’s grip became tighter around your neck. Your oragasm hit you hard as you gripped onto Jaebum’s wrists, riding out your high as Jaebum continued to thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck!”  Jaebum let out a cry as he reached his end, his cum filling up the latex sheet. Pulling out, he removed his hand from your neck and you let out a breath, your cheeks flushed red. His body fell against yours but still had his weight balanced against his hands to make sure that he won’t crush you. You closed your eyes as you tried to catch your breath and Jaebum lifts his hand to wipe the sweat on your forehead. You opened your eyes and made eye contact with his loving eyes.

“You okay?” He managed to breath out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Of course.” You flashed him a smile before looking away from him and scanning the studio room. Realizing you two made a mess on the floor, your cheeks started to flush red and you hid your face behind your hands.

“Don’t worry about the mess, babe.” You heard Jaebum chuckle as you felt him get off of you. “Now I’ll have more inspiration to write songs in this room.”

“You’ll write songs about me?” You breathed out, removing your hands from you face to look at your boyfriend.

“No,” Jaebum said as he flashed you a smirk, “I’ll write songs about your loud screams. After all, they are music to my ears.”

Fighting Panic

Requested: I was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol


Your name: submit What is this?


“Stop, y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”

“I’m not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.

“You’re always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.

“How could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.

You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.

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“Handsome” you had said.

The way Dark tilted his head and furrowed his brows made it seem as if the flattering remark had thrown him off guard. He gave an abashed smile followed by an airy chuckle.

“Thank you,” he lowered his face to the table. “Compliments mean so much more when they come from someone you care about.”

“I agree,” you grinned.

“You would agree to anything I say,” he joked.

Dark tilted his head again and shrugged his shoulders as he rolled them back. The action was innocent enough, but the look in his eyes suggested that he was proud of himself for something. Something that wasn’t your compliment.

“So, I’d imagine you’re a fan of the glasses?” he pressed.


“Well, then, maybe they’ll stay,” he pushed the frames up further on his nose, the lenses flashing under the fluorescent “OPEN” sign in the restaurant.

“Very handsome,” you reiterated.

Dark pointed a finger gun in your direction and clicked his tongue with a wink.

now and then (i get a little lost)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: Soft M
Warnings: Smut, Language, mentions of anxiety, feelings of insecurity, angst.
Summary: Anon asked for established relationship Dean x Reader, running into Cassie on the road for a case. Reader experiences some insecurity and feelings of anxiety after meeting Dean’s ex. Song that inspired this and used for the title is “You Save Me” by Kenny Chesney.

You and Dean have been on the road for hours. You’re both exhausted, and you’re searching Google Maps for a motel, any motel. Finally finding one, you give Dean directions and could weep when you finally see the glowing sign.

“Come on, let’s get a room.” He says, grabbing both your bags out of the trunk. He walks with you to the motel office, and you can see the bags under his eyes as he winces in the harsh fluorescent light.

Dean signs the receipt for the room when you hear an unfamiliar voice call his name. His head snaps up, brow furrowed.


“Cassie.” Dean says, a smile forming on his lips. You smile politely at the woman, but a knot is slowly forming in your stomach, no matter how hard you try to make it go away. She’s pretty - dark skin, dark eyes and curly dark hair. Her smile is gorgeous, and when she looks at you, she doesn’t look through you, like most girls do when you’re with Dean.

“If you’re in town, that can’t be good.”

Dean smiles before he turns back to you. “Kid, this is Cassie.” He says, and you offer her a small smile, getting smaller when Dean doesn’t elaborate.

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(uni’s been kicking my ass recently - i’m in the final term of my final year, so there’s a lot going on - but i managed to get a little something out, anyways. inspired by both the song “real” by years & years and its music video.)

warnings for brief, vague mentions of an abusive parent and self-harm scars


Vax meets her under the neon lights of the Cloudtop district, the preferred nighttime haunt of Emon’s rich and famous – and even there, under the blues and greens and reds of a hundred fluorescent signs, she’s bright enough he almost fears a touch from her would burn.

It’s obvious she belongs here, despite her drunken unsteadiness, how clumsy she is in her designer heels. She has the posture of near-royalty, and the clothes to match, with the kind of half-eccentricity to them that only the wealthy can get away with. She’s all green and gold, the colour of sunlight through spring leaves – a scrap of a dress in deep emerald, the hem well above mid-thigh, and glittering jewellery at her wrists and ears and neck – other than her hair, a thick halo of tightly-curled fire about her head.

It’s just as obvious that he doesn’t belong here. This district is for designer jeans and Rolexes and loafers, and here he is, charity shop leather jacket and stolen surplus combat boots and all. He hopes he looks rugged, edgy, mysterious in his grubby grunge-hipster clothing.

He knows, instead, that his cheap clothes and his lurking and the dusty-brown of his skin likely marks him troublemaker in the eyes of anyone who cares to notice him, skulking in an alley just off the main strip.

And, well. It’s not exactly like they’d be wrong, either.

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Just a Loner?- Jeonghan Fluff

Originally posted by dongbunny

Request: Hi!! Can you write a jeonghan imagine where the reader is basically a loner because she seems so indifferent and keeps to herself all the time but jeonghan can see right through her and finds out she isn’t who she seems?? Thank you :)

Word Count: 2022

Member/Group: Jeonghan of SEVENTEEN

Summary: It takes a bit more than just looking at somebody to get to know them, let’s just say Jeonghan found this out the hard way.

Author: Admin Cloud

 Jeonghan felt a rush of calmness and peace come over him as soon as he stepped into the library that had become a second home to him. Everything here made him forget the ache in his muscles after rehearsal; the smell of paper, the sound of somebody turning the pages of a new novel they had began reading, even the faint squeaking of the hamster that the head librarian kept at the check out counter to greet guests. It was here that he spent most of his days off, nose tucked into a book as he curled up on one of the couches they had scattered across each floor. To his surprise, though, his usual reading spot was taken by a slightly familiar face.

 “Oh sorry… do I need to move? I wasn’t sure if somebody had called dibs on this spot, so I went ahead and took it like the idiot I am…” Jeonghan was perplexed when he saw your worried face accompanied by an abrupt flash of you picking up the pile of books you had picked out, bowing to him, and scurrying away.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Octavia picks up solider!Bellamy from the airport who has finally come home after being deployed, and they go and surprise Clarke - who thinks he won't be home for another month or two. (or other way around with soldier!Clarke)

Alright, let’s do this! Thank you for the prompt and sorry to have kept you waiting. :D

Disclaimer: I’m not from the US, all my knowledge about military comes from movies and fanfics. I’m gonna be really vague. 

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Octavia actually greets him with a fluorescent green sign that says “WELCOME HOME, BRADBURY” and if Bellamy were any smarter, he’d turn around and leave before she can spot him.

But he’s tired and really wants to come home to his two favorite people, Octavia and Clarke, so he just waves at her.

By the time he makes it through the crowd, she’s bouncing on the balls of her feet and the sign clatters to the floor when she tackles him into a bear hug. Octavia doesn’t believe in half-assing hugs and Bellamy thinks his ribs are probably gonna crack.

(That, or his eardrums are going to be pierced because she’s squealing right by his ear.)

“You’re home! You’re finally home!” she shrieks, moving away to search his face for any signs of change. When she finds none, her mouth spreads into a smug grin. “Oh, Clarke’s gonna be so pissed you didn’t tell her.”

Bellamy ruffles her hair, smirking at the green sign by their feet, and says, “God, I hope she won’t. The whole point was to surprise her.”

His and Clarke’s story is - specific, to say at the very least. It all started with the blonde hurricane of a girl smashing a vase over his head (she swore it was an accident but Bellamy knew it wasn’t - no one bites their cheek that hard trying to contain a grin when it’s an accident), continued with the doctor appearing at every barbecue Bellamy’s friends made and ended with the two of them sitting on the porch of Octavia and Lincoln’s house, getting drunk, being bitter and deciding that their lives are shitty so they might as well fuck it out of their systems.

Obviously, it didn’t work. And three years later, they’ve decided to just go with it.

“I locked up all the vases, just in case.” 

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friday dinner - c.h.

summary: every friday night, you and your best friend with benefits get together and cook dinner.

warning: things get mildly smutty.

Calum let himself in through the front door just like always, ridding himself of his heavy overcoat and hanging it on the coatrack beside him. He placed his keys, phone, and pack of cigarettes down on the table and kicked off his shoes, following the faint hum of music down the hallway and into the kitchen. As he entered, he found you bent over the countertop, elbows propping your head up as your eyes skimmed a cookbook. Looking around, Calum saw a variety of pots and pans resting on the cooktop, and an unopened box of pasta sitting on the granite beside it.

“Hey,” You greeted without lifting your eyes from the pages, slowly standing upright again. A smile twitched on your lips as Calum rested his head on your shoulder, the comforting scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke filling your senses as his arms snaked around your waist. “Does pasta sound good tonight? I wanted to make something simple, I wasn’t feeling going all out tonight.”

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