giggles looks the other way sweats

wonder (m)

Originally posted by dear0901

summary: that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair. virgin!kook

word count: 6,028

warning: usual filth, basically sex ed with kook

It’s the way he stares. Eyes almost childlike, shining with an innocence so pure and wondrous. Resisting the urge to indulge in such vulnerability becomes a daily fight because you stare too, except it’s not sheer curiosity that is fuelling you, it’s unadulterated lust. A passionate yearning that has your heartbeat racing and skin setting alight, a fire so intense you ponder on whether or not he’d soothe it or ignite it further.

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Jensen’s leaving us all in suspense so, here

“Ok, I’m going to go on record saying this is a bad idea - ”

“And I agree.”

Dean’s already got his hand raised in the air, making a gesture to whatever invisible viewers of the future that will someday get ahold of his cellphone camera, so it’s only natural that the hand comes up to his mouth when a combination of shock and horror rushes through him.

I’m really doing this, he thinks, a little hysterically. He’s not sure if it’s the weed or the impending sense that his life is about the end that’s got him more fucked up.

And Sam really isn’t helping. He’s the one who started this whole thing anyway and now he’s acting like he has no idea what Dean’s talking about.

“I agree,” Sam repeats. 

Dean tries to swallow a laugh. “Ok.”

It doesn’t work - he bursts out into laughter anyway, reaching for his phone screen. He taps it so the view switches, and instead of looking at his own face in selfie mode he’s looking at Castiel, chilled out in a chair on the other side of the room. His hair hangs in his face a little, and his t-shirt is stained dark with sweat.

“Cas. Cas,” Dean giggles. The bottoms of his shoes are still sticky with the stale beer and sweat that slicked the club floor earlier in the evening, so he trips over his feet a little as he makes his way over. “Hey buddy.”

Castiel opens one eye, eyebrow cocked lazily in Dean’s direction, a faint smile on his face. “Hm?”

“Hey, c’mere,” Dean slurs, even though he’s the one moving closer. “C’mere, I gotta do something. Sam said I have to.”

“No, no I didn’t,” Sam sighs.

“Yeah he did. Yeah.”

Dean drops unceremoniously into Castiel’s lap and slings his arms around his neck. Castiel goes without a fight as he pulls him up into a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, open-mouthed and wild.

“Oh my god,” Sam starts to laugh. “Oh my god, no way.”

Dean’s too busy making out with Castiel to answer him, honestly. If he had enough braincells to spare he’d probably try to give Sam the finger, but right now Castiel tastes like the acrid tang of pot smoke and he has to hold the phone steady or else the bet won’t count and then Sam will never let him live it down -

Then Castiel brings both hands down to grab at Dean’s ass and all higher brain function stops.

“Christ alive,” Sam snorts. “Ok, I’m leaving now.”

Dean pulls away from Castiel’s mouth with a horrifying slurp. “Bye,” he replies, a little breathlessly.

Sam shakes his head as he starts to leave the room.

You’re the one who said, ‘You dare me to kiss Cas?’ The, ‘Yeah, on camera,” thing was a joke.”

Wicked Games (6)

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

Part 1 | Part 2 (M) | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


“How was your last night?” Sehun asks as you got into the passenger seat of his car. Tonight had been the last time you would ever have to set foot into that strip club. You were no longer a stripper and as happy as you were for that part of your life to be over, you were nervous about what was to come.

You’ve had to deal with change all your life and by now, you thought you would be accustomed to that, but everything was happening so fast that you could hardly manage to keep up. You had gotten a reply from the dancing school, informing you about the upcoming audition that you had to take part in. If you were successful, you would go through two more rounds of auditions before being accepted. Your first audition was a few days away and to say you were terrified was an understatement. This was all you ever wanted, and if you failed, you didn’t know what you would do with yourself. You had no plan B, that’s why you were so determined to make it. You practiced every day to perfect every move. There could be no mistakes.

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Things Jared Kleinman Definitely Does When He's Attracted To You

- insults you
- sweats
- his ears turn bright pink, don’t fight me on this
- giggles and then stops abruptly
- Leans forward because he likes the way people smell
- can’t look you in the eye
- finds weird excuses to touch you
- “God your hands are gross and soft let- let me feel how soft they are.”
- “you’ve got a mark on your face.” “Where is it?” “No I’ve got it, you’re incapable of doing anything.”
- whispers insults about other people to you
- he sends you notes in class about how lame everything is
- just like… Buys you food?? You’ll be sitting and he’ll come over with an extra sandwich or whatever and just give it to you without saying anything.
- goes out of his way to make you feel better
- doesn’t let you know he’s listening, but will try and fix any problems you talk about.
- so much ear blushing though
- simultaneously always wants to be alone with you and is TERRIFIED of being alone with you.
- talks about you at least once every ten minutes
- uses your name when he talks to you.
- just fucking. Believes in you. He doesn’t say it to your face, but he just believes you can do anything.
- did I mention his ears turn red when you’re close to him?
- nervous talking


- when he asks you out he doesn’t specifically, ASK so much as awkwardly kisses your cheek and just EXPECTS you to understand that means he wants to date you.

Anything For You Daddy -  Brendon Urie Smut

I sat on the couch wiring for Brendon to come home, I had been horny all day and really just wanted to jump his bones. I stared at the TV spacing off, thinking about what would happen. I had over heard Brendon and Dallon the other day, Brendon was telling him about how he wished I would call him Daddy in bed. I kind of like the idea of it, it’s hot to me.

I stood up from the couch and walked to the master bedroom. I opened up the top drawer of my dresser, I sifted through all my lingerie until I found what I was looking for. A while ago I had bought this but I had never worn it and Brendon had never seen it, it was perfect. It was a lacy, blush pink baby doll piece that I had gotten from Victoria’s Secret. I hoped he’d like it.
I text Brendon to see when he’d come home, he said he’d be home in twenty minutes. I walked into the bathroom and did my hair in soft curls. I changed into the lingerie and got situated on the bed. My stomach was tied in knots, I was nervous. I wasn’t sure that he’d really like it or that he’d change his mind about the whole Daddy thing. I heard the front door slam in the distance, he’s home.

“Y/N, where are you babe?” Brendon called out in the distance.

“I’m in the bedroom!” I called back.

I heard him walk closer to the bedroom. He opened the door and his jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes wide. He stood at the doorway just staring at me laying on the bed. I sat up and looked at him biting my lip. He wore a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a maroon colored v-neck shirt. I morion him to some closer. He quietly groaned and slowly walked toward me. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over me. I pull him closer and bring his lips to mine. I hungrily kiss him, pulling at his hair with one hand while the other slid down his toned body to the bulge that was contained in his skinny jeans. I start to rub his cock through his jeans causing him to moan into the kiss.

He pulled away from the kiss and got off the bed. He started to slowly take off his clothes till he was just in his black Calvin Klein boxers, I watched him intently biting my lip. He stared at me with hungry, dark eyes. I sat up on the bed turning my body toward him, it’s now or never.

“Fuck me Daddy,” I said sheepishly looking at him through my long eyelashes.

His eyes grew wide from shock. He stepped forward and grasped my waist. Brendon slowly pulled me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs open. He kneeled down in front of me, with his teeth he pulled down my blush pink thong. Once they were off he looked at my exposed pussy, liking his lips.

“Fuck Baby Girl, you’re so wet for Daddy,” my cheeks heated up at his sexy words.

He kissed up my inner thigh until he got to my soaking wet core. He plunged his tongue into me, he started at my clit moving his skillful tongue in a figure-eight motion. Then he took two fingers and pushed them into me, pumping them at an agonizingly slow pace. I couldn’t take it any more.

“Daddy, please. I need your big hard cock deep inside of me,” I begged him trying to contain my moans. He stopped and moved away from my core.

“As you wish Baby Girl,” he said in a low husky voice.

He stood up and I shifted my body so that I was laying in the middle of bed. Brendon slipped off his boxers pumping his cock a dew times. Brendon lined his big, hard cock to the entrence of my soaking wet pussy. I nod at him telling him it was okay and with that he pushes himself into my sight core.

“Oh fuck Daddy!” I moaned out, the pleasure of his cock taking over.

“Shit Baby Girl, you’re so fucking tight,” Brendon cursed out.

He slowly started to thrust in and out of my tight, wet pussy each time causing me to moan out loudly. I loved the feeling of his massive cock deep inside of me. I wrapped my leg around his waist wanting him to go deeper inside of me. Brendon got the hint and shifted himself for a new angle. The new angle was amazing, with each hard thrust his cock hit my g-spot with precision. I knew that I wouldn’t last long and I could tell he wouldn’t either.

“Daddy,” I moan out. “I’m so close.” I look at him, sweat dripping down his face.

“Fuck, me too Baby Girl. Do you want Daddy to cum inside of your sweet pussy?” He said with his husky voice.

“Yes Daddy!” I scream out as I begin to convulse around his cock, my orgasm taking over.

I felt Brendon’s cock twitch inside me, he started to moan out my name as he began to cum inside of my pussy. Our breath heavy, out bodies shaking. Brendon pulled out of me falling onto the bed next to me panting. I move over to make more room for him. I turn onto my side looking at his angelic face that was glowing with sweat.

“Y/N?” Brendon asked looking over at me.

“Yeah?” I responded.

“How did you know about my Daddy kink?” He asked slightly raising his eye brow.

“I heard you and Dallon talking about it the other day,” I say in a sheepish voice hoping that he wouldn’t get mad at me for eavesdropping.

“Oh, okay,” he said with a sigh of relief. “By the way, I love what you are wearing Baby Girl,” he says with a smirk.

“I thought you would Daddy,” I say with a light giggle. 

“I love it when you call me that,” Brendon moves closer to me kissing my lips, wrapping his strong arms around me. “What do you say to round two?”

The feeders’ formula

The day it happened, Joe’s boss had sent him to a course on data protection, a truly boring subject; and so he sat at a table at the back, determined to doze his way through it all. He had been directed to a huge conference hall at the back of a large hotel in the city. The room must have been set out for about 200 people. He was a little early and the only one there; so he played on his phone and waited for the others to arrive.

The noise of an excited babble of people became louder and louder when all of a sudden, a huge crowd of men burst into the room. They scrambled and nudged each other to get to the tables at the front and filled up the entire room within 30 seconds, each with their eyes firmly fixed to the front of the room where a stage with a power point was prepared.

Looking around, all of the men were incredibly attractive and you could have been forgiven for thinking you were at a modelling convention. All of them grinning and seemingly over excited for what Joe expected to be a very dull two hours ahead.

Without delay, another man walked in through the double doors slowly and authoritatively, looking straight ahead towards the stage and not making eye contact with any of the other attractive men in the room. He was certainly the most attractive of all. He was taller than anyone else in the room and broad with chiselled features and perfect blonde hair. In fact, he was probably the most attractive guy Joe had ever seen. He wore dress pants that showed off a perfect irresistible ass and his tight shirt left Joe in no doubt of the fine physique underneath. Joe was pretty sure he was in the wrong conference room now but had no intention of leaving. As the man walked to the front, the other men in the room clapped and cheered like he was a rock star, all of them seemingly desperately in love with him. It was at this point that Joe noticed one of the other highly attractive men excitedly lock the only door out of the window-less room before turning back to clap and cheer at the man now stood on the stage.

Joe knew he was certainly the least attractive man in the room. He was slim, yes, but he was lanky with it and he didn’t fill out his suit like the other men who all looked like they spent hours working out each week to stay in shape. He was glad he could hide at the back, if only to enjoy the sight of them all, although it was hard to look at anyone other than the man on stage. He was hypnotically attractive and confident.

With a single wave of his hand, he silently commanded the men to sit down and prepare to listen. Each man did it immediately and had their eyes fixed on him, almost as if they were equally afraid of annoying him as they were in love with him. The man surveyed the entire room of men with a scowl before finally speaking in a deep and irritated voice, pausing before each word.

‘My feeders. You are disgraceful.’

The men cowered and could not look at him.

What’s a feeder? Thought Joe. The only one he had heard of was the kind who liked to fatten up their partner by feeding them up on too many calories.

The man on stage continued. ˜Everywhere I look, I see slim, scrawny and repulsive men’.

He paused and looked across at them all before bellowing at them: ‘Fattening a man one lb a week is no good to me!’

One of the men looked up and shouted ˜We will do better. We really promise sir!’

The man laughed a cruel mocking laugh and stared down at the feeder menacingly; ‘Better is no good either. I demand maximum results!’

Joe’s heartbeat increased. This was some kind of convention for feeders. He’d never heard of such a thing. Was this where they came to learn tips on how to make others grow fatter? It sounded weird but Joe had no intention of getting up and leaving. He was too afraid of what the man up on stage would say if he saw him.

‘It is time to give up on appetite stimulant potions. No more of them.’

For the first time, the men in the room looked around at each other in shock, their mouths open. Joe was just as confused but more by the use of the word ‘potion’ than by anything else. Like the other men, he could not stop listening to the man on the stage.

‘For I have created my greatest magic formula’. He paused, enjoying the moment and all the men in the room looking up at him in confusion. ˜The formula, is the greatest the world has ever seen. Pure genius’. He lifted a small bottle from his pocket and held it out for the other men to see in awe. It was very small and would probably only hold a tablespoon of liquid, appearing to contain a blue potion. ˜In this bottle is enough for 1000 doses, with a delay mechanism that prevents it from working until four hours after the victim has taken it.’ He allowed himself a small chuckle at how clever he was and the other feeders relaxed a little and smiled back at him excited to learn more. His sudden change of mood inspired one of the braver feeders below to stand up and timidly ask:

‘What does it do - sir?’

The other men nodded and looked encouragingly towards the man on stage for him to carry on.

‘One dose is enough for your victim, but you can choose to use more than 3 doses to cause it to work instantly.’ The men in the room chuckled and almost seemed to hold their breath waiting for the man on stage to carry on.

‘Your victim will start to sweat.’ He paused while the feeders all looked around at each other in an excited confusion. ‘The man will start to - grow fatter’. Now the feeders all had huge grins on their faces but did not break their stares at the man, eagerly waiting to hear more. ‘Then start - growing a belly.’ The feeders laughed and repeated the word ‘belly’ with excitement. ˜Fattening more. The man is no longer slim’. The man on stage paused enjoying the excitement of the men below. ˜The man - is obese!’ 

At this the feeders broke out into a huge applause and cheered and shouted at the man like he was a rock star again. ‘You’re a genius!’ ‘You’re amazing sir!’ The man on stage looked around at the spectacle for a few seconds before raising his hand again to quieten them, which they all responded to immediately and returned to their seats so as not to anger him. Joe wasn’t sure what to think. Magic did not exist, but this seemed way too elaborate to be some sort of role play.

‘This morning, 3 hours and 55 minutes ago, I put one dose of the formula in a cupcake I bought for a repulsive, scrawny man who seemed to enjoy me flirting with him.’ He laughed aloud and the other feeders joined in, but their faces clearly showed they were eager to hear what the man had to say next. ’I invited this poor boy to join us here in two minutes so that I can take him on a… wonderful date.’ He laughed again and the other feeders joined in once again, delighted at how evil their leader on stage was. ˜In 5 minutes time, you will see the formula you will be using, in action!’ The feeders cheered and shouted praise again at the man. Joe was perplexed but had to admit that if this was true, he really wanted to see it too, and he even cheered himself so as not to raise suspicion. The man on stage raised his hand for immediate silence. Ten seconds passed in absolute quiet and a knock came at the door. The men looked at each other excitedly and the feeder who had locked the door rushed over quickly and waited for a nod from the man on stage to open it again.

‘Oh hello’, said the man now standing in the doorway. He was an attractive young, mid 20s, man with a perfect physique. He had dark brown hair and a gorgeous smile that melted the hearts of all the ladies in the hotel. Joe had seem him a few times having been to the hotel for conferences before. The man’s name was John and he worked behind reception as their eye candy to greet guests. Joe was sure John was straight but doubted that any man alive could resist the charms of the handsome man on stage if he was flirting with them. The gooey look John gave when he saw who he was looking for, standing on the stage, seemed to confirm that he was indeed smitten with him; the man who had been flirting with him almost four hours ago. He walked past the man at the door, into the room, not even noticing that the door was being locked behind him once again as he strolled, wading his way through the tables towards the man at the front. The feeders smiled at him sweetly as he walked past and then pointed and giggled to each other as it was clear that John was already starting to sweat. His shirt and dress pants were starting to stick to him in places displaying once again his fine jock body and the great shape he was in. A couple of the feeders even theatrically held their noses once he had passed them to emphasise the stink of sweat leaching off him. The formula was already taking effect.

Joe watched John walk up, admiring his cute bubble butt he had appreciated a few times in the past. The man on stage must have chosen him because he was easily the hottest guy working at the hotel. Not even the fact that John was straight could save him from this man’s charms. Joe had to admit, he was strangely aroused at the idea of John’s perfect body being lured into obesity by the man on stage. He began hoping that the formula was real and even gave a little gasp of excitement himself when he saw just how much John was sweating. 

‘Are you finished?’ asked John. ‘Would you like me to come back later?’ 

‘No, no’ smiled the man on stage, looking sweetly down at John. ˜We’re all finished. In fact, I’ve just been telling them all about the handsome man I met today. ‘The other men couldn’t help themselves and gave a little chuckle of excitement that even made John look around at them all. 

‘Come up here’ cooed the man on stage. ‘You can help me close our meeting’.

John climbed up and the feeders all seemed to hold their breath in anticipation of what was about to happen to the poor young man on stage. John stood there in the perfect position for everyone to see, just like the man on stage knew would happen from the moment he chose to flirt with him that morning. John was trapped in the lion’s den and didn’t even realise it.

The man on stage looked sideways at John. ˜I haven’t stopped talking about you. Isn’t that right everyone?’ This made everyone laugh; barely containing their mockery. John nervously tried to laugh along, as if he understood the joke, but now that he was here, in position, with about 30 seconds to go, there seemed little point in the feeders keeping up the pretence. The man on stage was the worst. He looked deeply into John’s eyes and cupped his cute, round, sweaty ass, giving it a gentle rub before he spoke softly to him. ‘I’ve got a huge treat for you. Haven’t I boys?’ He patted John’s ass which seemed to make John blush, then he burst into cruel laughter again with everyone else, louder than ever.

‘I don’t understand’ said John quietly, to which the man raised a finger to shush him. He was clearly tired of pretending to flirt with John and just wanted to see him transform in front of his assembled feeders. ‘Just five seconds’, said the man with his watch out grinning. Joe was transfixed.

John looked around from person to person as they all counted down. Confusion and fear etched on his face.


Just then, John bent over as though his stomach hurt and groaned loudly.˜Time is up! Everyone watch! It’s fantastic!’’’ shouted the man on the stage. Poor John instinctively covered his stomach with his hands as that was where he appeared to be feeling the formula’s effects. He looked back up at the audience in a panic and as he opened his mouth to shout, he burped a loud and long burp that he clearly hadn’t intended. The formula started to take hold and John’s body began to vibrate. The man on stage snapped John’s hands away from his stomach so that everyone else could watch his belly. Then he ripped the buttons off John’s shirt exposing his softening torso and stomach, pulling the shirt down off his back where it snagged on John’s wrists keeping his hands strapped down at his sides.

Joe could see that John was indeed softening up with fat and he stood up on his chair like some of the other feeders at the back of the room to get a better look. The feeders all laughed and cheered which the man on stage played up to grabbing the roll of fat now forming over John’s belt and jiggling it. He turned to John and playfully tickled the double chin he was getting, mocking him: ‘Look at yourself porker! The girls won’t want you now!’John seemed stuck in place and unable to move when the man suddenly pulled out John’s belt, unbuttoning his pants before pulling them down and laughing with the crowd. He reached around and cupped John’s backside once more, which was now much larger and patted it allowing everyone to see the new fat ripple through John’s thighs. The man laughed, his eyes dancing with delight as he looked between his audience and back to John. He placed his fingers under John’s ass and began to jiggle it, speaking in to John’s ear,  ‘Oh dear, it’s pure lard back here John. I think someone has been neglecting the gym!’

John was definitely overweight at this point. His pecs had swollen and started to look very soft. His gut was swelling outwards and then to the side, creating love handles as John’s designer underpants were clearly now too small. The man then pulled these down as well and bounced John’s underbelly for the crowd as he stood up again. It continued to expand as John’s eyes stared in horror from his soft, puffy face. A shadow formed above his stomach where his belly was starting to protrude outwards significantly. Soon this turned into a crease and his stomach grew out so much that his fattening moobs came to rest on it.

John grew and grew. He was overweight, then obese but now he seemed to be growing even heavier. His belly was getting so round and protruding but the crowd continued to enjoy the spectacle. He was, Joe assumed, well over 300lbs and still fattening. Soon he looked closer to 400lbs of pure fat boy and growing. Joe was enthralled and terrified.

Finally John, keeled over into a chair that the man placed under his wide heavy butt. The fattening was over and the crowd cheered. A feeder jumped up to remove the last few bits of clothes still attached to John’s wrists and ankles. The man on stage looked down proudly at what he had done to John who was now sat in the chair seemingly passed out from shock.

The man raised his hand for silence once again and the elated crowd became silent and sat down.

‘Each of you will use thousands of doses of this formula on your victims before we next meet. Do I make myself clear?’

‘Yes, yes, certainly!’ cheered the crowd.

He began to walk down the stage with all eyes in the room following him and getting up themselves to ask questions to the man as he made his way out of the room. The feeder with the door key moved to the front with the correct key outstretched when suddenly he looked up right into Joe’s face and stopped dead in his place. ‘Who are you?’ he said, confused. Joe looked down and tried to ignore him. Suddenly the man shouted urgently. ‘Sir! Sir’ until the room became silent again. Everyone looked at him, including the man who had been on the stage. He spoke in a confused voice, seemingly embarrassed that he hadn’t noticed Joe had been there before. ‘This man is not one of us!’ Everyone in the room looked at Joe for the first time and gasped. Joe looked straight at the man who had been on stage, who now glared at him, suddenly very angry. 

‘Bring him to me!’ he shouted.

Feeders from all around grabbed Joe who tried hard to break free, but it was useless. They were all incredibly strong. They carried him and spread him down on the table closest to their leader to present him to the man who now moved across to stare down at him. Suddenly his anger was gone. He looked down amused at Joe whilst all the other feeders gathered around the table to have a look at what would happen next.

‘Whatever shall I do with you?’ cooed the man, almost flirting with him. He laughed and looked around at the other feeders. He ran his hand down Joe’s chest and then unbuttoned each of the buttons on Joe’s shirt, exposing his pale underdeveloped chest and flat stomach. ‘I think I have an idea’ laughed the man, looking around at his feeders who all knew what he was thinking. Then Joe saw him reach down into his pocket and grab the formula. ‘Time to open up that mouth of yours’. Joe’s arms and legs were already pinned down but now he felt a man grab his nose whilst another forced his fingers into his mouth that he closed tightly. But it was no use, the men forced his mouth open and Joe felt the entire contents of the formula hitting the back of his throat. It tasted like ink that had exploded in his mouth and the hands holding him down suddenly released as he felt the feeders removing his belt, shirt, pants and underwear ready for what was about to happen to him. His body was stunned and he was unable to move as he lay there naked in front of all the men smiling excitedly down at him. He felt the man tapping him on the shoulder telling him to stand up which Joe found he was slowly able to do and moved out to the area in front of the door where all the feeders gathered around him; encircling him. Joe felt incredibly hot and he saw some of the feeders pointing, probably looking at how sweaty he was already. Joe turned, looking around the circle of men who were grinning, observing his every move, waiting for the real show to begin. Joe ignored them and turned to look at the man who did this to him. He was smiling broadly down at him, clearly unimpressed by the sight of Joe’s naked body which was now starting to sway like John’s had as the formula tightened its grip on him.

‘This is what happens when you overdose someone on my formula. This repulsive guy has had an entire bottle!’ He laughed and looked deeply into Joe’s eyes as Joe felt the pain building in his stomach. Joe knew he could fight the formula to slow it down. He had the advantage of knowing what was happening to him, which John had not. The pressure was building up inside of him. But instead, Joe relaxed his whole body and allowed his feeder’s formula to overtake him. The feeders laughed and watched but Joe kept looking straight at the man as he felt his body expand, getting patted, poked and grabbed by the men around him in the circle. He felt them jiggling his new fat, like they had seen the man do on stage to John. He heard the feeders mocking him, calling him names like ‘fat pig’ and ‘butterball’. He did not try to cover his body and he did not break eye contact with the man, who was not laughing with the others, but staring back matching Joe’s gaze. He seemed surprised by Joe’s boldness and refusal to show fear. Perhaps he could see that Joe was not fighting the formula. In truth, Joe was enjoying the fact that he had this man’s full attention. Joe felt his cock grow and touch the underbelly he knew he must now have. He felt the warm, soft fat slowly surround it but kept staring back at the man who had done this to him. Joe didn’t know why, but he wanted to impress his feeder. He wanted to be different to all the other men he had done this to and was slowly starting to realise why.

Finally the man moved forward and pushed him into a chair that must have been placed under him by one of the other feeders. He felt his huge mass shake with the landing but resisted the urge to touch himself and continued to stare at the man who had done this to him. He had finished fattening now, but he certainly felt a lot larger than he had seen John get. A lot larger. That was probably due to the overdose.

The man moved across to Joe and circled him, admiring his work. Joe looked ahead and allowed himself to be inspected. Then the man whispered into Joe’s ear so quietly that none of the other feeders in the room could have heard him.

˜I think you enjoyed that. In fact, I don’t think I’m finished with you yet.’ Joe had never been this close to him before. He could feel his feeder’s broad chest pressed up against his now pillowy arms and smell his feeder’s masculine scent. He picked up Joe’s hand and made it stroke the wide expanse of belly in front of him, ever so slowly. Joe’s cock throbbed under his belly at being touched by the man. Then the man used his other hand to grab Joe’s head and pushed it down hard so that Joe was forced to look at his huge belly.

‘Look at what I did to you!’ he said loudly to amuse his audience of feeders, laughing cruelly with them all; pushing Joe’s hand down in to his fat and moving it so that Joe was jigging his own belly. The movement of his belly stimulated his cock hidden far beneath his new fat. He tried hard to not show any expression on his face that he was aroused, but when the man grabbed his head again to meet his stare, he could tell that he knew. 

That’s when it all got too much for Joe. Sat there, looking in to his feeder’s hard eyes, knowing he was  responsible for making him into…

Joe came, he could feel the warmth hitting the gut resting over his rock hard penis. He tried not show it, but his eyes rolled back ever so slightly into his head and he gave the tiniest gasp.

The man grinned. He knew.

‘Take this stinking, fat pig of a man upstairs. I may have another use for him’.

Then he turned and walked off whilst Joe felt himself getting wheeled away by one or two of the feeders behind him. Joe knew what he wanted. He wanted to be a feeder just like them. And he would be.

Music Series: There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back by Shawn Mendes

Wow, great song! I love this one! So catchy, I’m loving singing along to it! Thanks for the request, Anon.

Here is my imagine for Shawn Mendes’, “There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back”, which you can hear HERE via my Spotify playlist called, ‘Can’t Stop This Feeling!




I wanna follow where she goes

I think about her and she knows it

I wanna let her take control

‘Cause every time that she gets close, yeah

She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing, mmm

And maybe I should stop and start confessing

Confessing, yeah

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Traffic Jam Session

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,007

Rating: General Audience

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Prompt: “We’re stuck in traffic next to each other and you started blaring your favorite song which also happens to be my favorite song so now we’re taking turns singing each verse and holy tomatoes you have the voice of an angel”
Posted by @dailyau and written by @anyah-wtf


Dean Winchester is more than annoyed, even more than angry. He’s absolutely furious.

He has been stuck in traffic for one and a half hours, practically parking baby on the highway in the afternoon heat at around 100 Fahrenheit. His windows are already down but there is just a slight breeze and it barely makes any difference.

Sammy has probably already given up on Dean actually attending his birthday party and even if he could still make it, he would be late, sweaty and accordingly smelly. God, Dean hates traffic.

The way over to Sam’s place usually takes him about 20 minutes but today some kind of accident happened on the highway and here he is, stuck for approximately another 40 minutes, if the radio news are to be trusted.

The worst thing about his situation is that the lane next to him seems to be moving, whereas his own lane is standing completely still. It moves incredibly slow, but hey, at least it moves. Dean only notices this because an eye-catching, yellow Prius slowly shifts forward next to his window. And because Dean has absolutely nothing better to do, he decides to watch the Prius move up next to him.

Even before he catches sight of the owner of this obnoxious car he recognizes the song the driver is playing over the stereo. Hands to myself by Selena Gomez. What are the chances?? Even though he would deny it in front of literally everyone he knows, this song always gets him into a better mood.

Damn, this chick might have a horrible taste in cars but at least she listens to amazing music, Dean muses to himself, grinning at his stirring-wheel.

That’s when the chorus comes on and he simply can’t deny himself to start singing aloud.

“Can’t keep my hands to myself,
My hands to myself,
Can’t keep my hands-“

He doesn’t get further, startled by another deep, husky voice suddenly singing along.

When he looks up, he finds his car head to head with the Prius and inside of it sits the most gorgeous guy Dean has ever laid eyes on. And he honestly isn’t exaggerating.

The man has dark brown hair, kinda mussed as if he’s been brushing his hand through it quite a lot recently, a sharp jawline, slight stubble covering his cheeks- and his eyes! His eyes are of an almost unnatural blue. And he’s super into the lyrics, singing, smiling and not caring about anyone around him.

That is, until he catches Dean’s eyes and, with a big grin, he asks: “So, why did you stop singing? Is it my fault? I quite enjoyed listening to your voice.” With those words he turns the music even louder; wiggling his eyebrows encouragingly.

Why he starts singing with this ridiculously attractive stranger- Dean doesn’t know. He blames the heat and the amazing voice of this guy. But, in the middle of the highway, stuck in traffic and sweating, they start their inharmonic and laughter-filled duet.

Soon, they take turns singing the lines.

“All of the downs and the uppers"
“Keep making love to each other”
“And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, but I-“

One look into each other’s eyes is enough and they start gesturing, dancing as much as possible in the confined spaces of their cars, never breaking eye contact.


By now, they are straight up screaming their way through the chorus. And they have so much fun doing so, both end the song with heartfelt giggles, hurting cheeks and maybe drenched in a little more sweat than before.

The next song that comes on is by Taylor Swift, not that Dean recognizes that in the first 10 seconds his new duet partner leaves it playing. Dean grabs his water bottle from the passenger seat and turns around to the other man, who had just turned the stereo off to start a conversation with Dean.

“Wow, that was amazing. I mean, the two of us are probably the only people thinking so, especially when I take a look at the woman in the car behind me, who is staring at us angrily, but I believe we would make a perfect band.” He smirks.

“Well, we’d just need some instruments to take the focus off our voices.” Dean chuckles. “That was my absolute favourite song. Though, nobody knows that and if you decide to tell anyone about this, I might have to somehow eliminate you.” He grins, quickly wipes his hand dry on his jeans and reaches through his open window towards the guy. “I’m Dean Winchester, by the way.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Dean. My name’s Castiel Novak,” Castiel answers and shakes his hand, grinning. “I think I don’t need to tell anyone about our emotional duet, though. I’m fairly certain that everyone in an one-mile radius was able to listen to us.”

Dean blushes a little, but Cas’ joke somehow encourages him. “So, since you enjoy singing… my friends and I spend two nights a month in this small karaoke bar near my apartment. You could join us someday? I could, uhm, take you out for dinner before we join them?”

“I’d like that very much, Dean. Wait a second, there should be one of my business card somewhere-“ Cas ducks down and searches his car for the card, finally hands it over and points at his phone number. “Just text me whenever you find the time.”

“I will.”

They keep talking about everything and anything until the cars in front of them finally start moving and they have to say their goodbyes. Dean texts Cas immediately after setting foot outside of his car, even before he enters Sammy’s apartment. It is when he finds the party almost empty, that he realizes he had actually spent another 80 minutes in the traffic with Cas. And he wouldn’t mind being stuck in traffic again, if Castiel would be by his side.

@planetahmane @th3se-tacos-taste-funny-to-you

Helpless (Part 3)

Originally posted by sassynygma

Pairing: Barbara X Reader X Jerome

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: Things get a bit heated but it’s nothing too risque.

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-

While he usually blabbed on and on about how you should laugh more, you caught Jerome roll his eyes as your giggle filling the room.

You couldn’t help it, you missed her. They were both aggressive with affection and full of flare but Barbara’s indulging was a good balance to Jerome’s harsher truths. It was a breath of fresh air to be pulled from his dark world.

“So~ now that you’ve had a little time away from all the commotion, have you been naughty at all?” You bit your lip with a smile, the image of teasing Jerome putting a spark deep in you. She gasped at your silence, “Oh you have! Tell me everything!”

You glanced to Jerome. He caught on quick and warned you with a steep glare to not leave the room. As much as that cold look always started a chilled sweat in you, reconnecting with Barbara gave you an unfortunate defiant spark, opening the door and stepping out into the hall.

“If I end up dead I want you to know it’s your fault.” you whispered, walking a little ways down the hall to the stairs outside. Barbara giggling on the other end.

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Stood Up

Person: Dan Avidan

Not requested

you got stood up on a date at the coffee shop i work in here let me get you a drink on the house au

A/N: WHOA two posts in one day. I saw this AU and it was super cute and I got this idea instantly. Sorry it’s not Barry/Stiles but I love Danny

Originally posted by theblondeboyz

The fresh coffee smell hit you as you opened the door to the local café. It wasn’t local to your town, but to the town where you were meeting someone. It was 7 p.m. and the sun was below the horizon, decorating the sky in brilliant purples and pinks. It was a perfect atmosphere for your date. You saw a small table in the front corner of the shop, windows on both sides of the building. You went over to the vacant table and sighed happily, excited about your luck.

                  It was your first date in a couple years. You didn’t focus on relationships in college, trying to stay on track with your engineering major. You were so enveloped in your school work; you hardly gave yourself down time for friends or college activities. Since you recently graduated, you decided to try a dating site to get back out there again. You met a guy who also had an engineering major and hit it off instantly, and he suggested meeting at his local coffee shop. So here you were, 7 on the dot.

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For Science

 Pairing: Lams x Reader 

Summary: Reader gets educated by her friends 

T/W: Smut obviously, hickeys, cussing, daddy kink.

(A/N: This is my first time writing anything near smut, so be gentle (pun intended). My descriptiveness might be terrible but I’m kinda confident about my dialog. Also, this came out much shorter than it was going to be so I’m sorry if the ending is terrible, but if y'all like this I’ll write a part two.)

College AU

“You’re still a virgin, (Y/N)?!” your roommate shouted laughing hysterically. 

“It’s not funny! Besides, you have no room to talk! It took you like 3 years to even say hi to playboy over there.” You retaliated. 

“True but I’ve at least fucked before. You on the other hand…” A cocky smile spread on his face “I bet you’ve never even made out with someone.” 

Your face reddened at his comment. Though you would never admit it, he was right. The farthest you have ever gone with a person was hand holding and even doing that made you a blushy mess. 

“She went quiet. That means you’re right,” John chuckled from Alexander’s desk. 

“Fuck off!!!” You yelled. 

“Calm down,” he said, “You know if you wanna learn a couple of things, I’m sure Alexander and I would be perfectly good teachers. Purely for scientific and learning purposes, that is.” 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“Think about it, (Y/N). You’re a virgin *and* you’ve never kissed someone. Chances are you don’t know what to do to make your partner feel good. We could fix that. That way when you finally do lose your V-card you’ll already be prepared and things will be less awkward. What do ya think Alex?” 

For a moment, Alexander looked as if he was in deep thought then he finally stood up.

 “Well, if it’s for science.” And with that, he had pinned you down to the bed leaving very little space between the two of you. 

“Lesson one: Safewords are strongly encouraged as to make sure no one gets hurt. The safeword is red, please don’t hesitate to tell us to stop. Understand?” he whispered in a low tone. 


 “Good. Lesson two: well-placed smooches are effective.” 

He didn’t quite kiss your neck, instead, his lips were just ghosting over the skin, barely even touching. The slight contact made you tremble a bit. The sensation was new but definitely not unwelcome. Alex stopped to look up at you, silently asking if he could continue. You nodded your head slowly. You were still a bit apprehensive but you trusted Alex. As soon as you gave him permission he began pressing slow and sensual kisses on your neck his lips warm and wet against your skin. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt heat begin to gather in between your thighs. With each kiss Alexander became rougher, leaving hickeys in his wake.

 “Mmm… fuck, Alex.” You moaned and rolled your hips as he found a sensitive spot and kissed and nipped at it relentlessly, your arousal becoming evermore evident. You wanted more of him but you’re still new to this so you weren’t exactly sure of what to do. Gingerly, you reached arms up around his neck and entangled your hands in his raven locks. Alexander began peppering light kisses up your neckline and then your jaw until he made his way up to your lips. He smiled down at you, eyes filled with lust and adoration.
“Hey~” he rasped. Looking away, you giggled nervously and replied, “Hey.”
Just as you two were about to continue when you were distracted by the sound of soft panting from across the room. You looked over to see John in the desk-chair palming himself through his sweatpants, his cheeks flushed a bright pink. He looked fucking angelic. The way his mouth gaped open, the way he sounded, the way his toned chest glistened with sweat, it was driving you crazy. 

“Lesson three: Teasing is good. Some like to be teased, others like to tease. Jacky likes to do both. You wanna help him out, baby?” Alex purred in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 

Too overwhelmed by the sight in front of you to bring your brain to actually form words you simply nodded and within seconds you were no longer underneath Alexander and found yourself being tossed into a position that had you straddling John. He let out a cute little whimper at the sudden pressure bucking involuntarily. You decided to do what Alex said and take advantage of his neediness by grinding down on him hard, drawing out more whimpers and moans. John reached an arm up and ran his fingers through your hair. He tugged on it a little, exposing your neck to him, on which he bit down forcefully causing you to cry out in pleasure and surprise, surely leaving a bruise. His other hand gripped your hip firmly, pulling you closer to him. The longer you went on like this the more desperate the two of you became. You needed him. Now. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore John picked you up and placed you on the desk. 

“Do me a favor and spread these lovely thighs, sugar,” he drawled as he pulled down your shorts revealing some dark red lace panties. Looking up he gave you a sly grin. 

“My my, did we do this? What a mess we’ve made,” he said very lightly running his finger over the growing wet spot. 

After a while, he started to kiss gently up your inner thigh all the way from your knee to your pantyline whilst massaging your other thigh with his hand and then switching legs. However, once he got to the top of your left thigh John took his mouth away altogether and soon replaced it with a thumb, rubbing slow circles on your clit making you writhe and whimper. 

“Daddy’s gonna taste this pretty little pussy, okay, princess?” 

“Yes, D-d-daddy.” You didn’t think it was possible but you felt your face grow even hotter. Calling John Daddy was going to take some getting used to but you think you kind of loved it. 

After pulling down your underwear with his teeth John plunged his tongue deep into dripping cunt. 

Is this what melting feels like? 

Stifling a moan you bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood. He swirled it around inside, causing you to spasm and shake. Your orgasm was fast approaching, you were almost over the edge when suddenly John removed his tongue from your slit. You whined at the loss of contact. 

“Joooohn! Why’d you stop?” you said brattily. 

“Ah, ah, what’s my name?” he chided. 

“Fine. Why did you stop, Daddy?” 

“Because we’re out of time, babygirl,” John said picking you up from the desk setting you down in his lap.


 “I’m afraid he’s right. Class starts in 10 minutes, (Y/N).” Alexander said gathering his stuff. 

“You did this on purpose!” You pouted as you crossed your arms.

 “Maybe we did. Who can say? Trust me, sweetie, there’s nothing more I would rather do than make you moan my name some more, but Professor Washington waits for no one.” He noticed your dissatisfaction and decided to do something about it. “Come here I wanna give you something.” 

You walked over to him and he pulled you into a kiss. It was rushed but you could taste the heat behind it. He broke the kiss and left you there in a daze. 

“Don’t miss me too much, bye~” When you finally collected yourself, you resumed your pouting. 

“Jackass…” you mumbled under your breath.

 “Aww, don’t be mad, doll. We all have to suffer, I mean look at what you did to me,” John said as he pulled down his pants just enough to spring his throbbing hard cock free. 

“I…um…fuck,” you stuttered once again captivated by the man in front of you. He pumped himself twice before tucking it back in. Disappointment spread across your face.

 “I’m gonna leave you with that teasing image and this thought: I’m gonna be thinking about how you taste all day. Good bye, (Y/N).” He kissed your cheek and walked out the dorm.

You decided you should probably get going, too. After packing all your stuff into your bag you had a sudden thought.

 Wait, am I their girlfriend now?

Female Bonus Story: First Times

Disclaimer: Gif originally posted by @souls-squad

Author: @cynicallystiles

Prompt/Request: None.

Warning: NSFW, Girl x girl smut, swearing, anxiety, virginity?

Pairing: Lydia x Reader

Notes/Tags: Italics is where this part is inserted into Part 2. Here’s Part 1. @sassysweetstories @sincerelystiles @morganschiebel I know this isn’t Part 3, but I hope you wanna read it!

Words: 1,836

Originally posted by souls-squad

When our eyes meet, something sparks and our lips mesh together again.

We continue to kiss each other softly, and when one of us isn’t surprised about it, the kisses are actually amazing. The longer we kiss with our bodies pressed together, the faster our lips move against the other. Cautiously, I lick her lip, and she grants me access. Our tongues explore each other’s, and as she pulled her tongue away she licked my upper lip. I inadvertently moaned at the action, and she pulls back a bit. I blush and cover my face with my hands. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” She removes my hands from my face so she can look at me. “Hey, it’s okay. I was kind of hoping you would.” She smirks at me, and I bite my lip. “I just thought of how I can make it up to you for falling asleep.” She leans in closer and whispers in my ear. “Do you trust me?” I feel the heat pool between my legs and hum a weak “Mhm” in response.

“Good.” She whispers before licking the shell of my ear and taking the lobe between her teeth. I moan again, and I can feel her smirk as if that’s the response she wanted. She continues to place wet kisses along my jaw until she captures my lips in hers once more. I hum into her lips and glide my hands over her shoulders and into her hair. Then, I tug slightly and it’s her turn to moan. I smile and let out heavy breaths. Deciding that our shirts are in the way, we pause to take them off and throw them on the floor somewhere. She flips us over so that she is lying on top of me, our legs alternating in between each other. After leaving marks along my shoulders and a few beneath my collarbone, she sits up to briefly catch her breath. I lean up on my elbows to catch mine, and she surprises me with a question. “Is this okay? I mean, do you want me to keep going?” I smile and reach one hand up to pull her gently back down with me by the back of her neck. I look her in the eyes when I respond. “I want you to do everything you are doing. And more.” She smiles and leans down to kiss me, before continuing her exploration of my body.

She slips the straps of my bra off, and I sit up so she can undo the clasp. “God, I hate these things,” I say because it’s taking far too long. Finally, it comes undone and journeys to the floor with our shirts. She begins kissing the valley of my breasts before using her tongue to trail a circle around my nipple. My hands tangle in her hair as she does the same to the other one as I let out small whines. I felt the need for her mouth to be elsewhere build up inside of me, and I squirm a bit as she continues to agonizingly tease me. She looks up at me as she takes my breast in her mouth, and I groan. “I-I know you w-want to go slow and a-all, but you’re killing m-me.” I manage to stutter out in between pants. She smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t worry. I know how to bring you back to life.” I giggle and she travels down my abdomen licking here and sucking there. Each time eliciting a moan or whine from my lips. Then, she grabs the hem of my shorts and yanks them down, throwing them in the pile of our clothes. I giggle and cover my face as she goes lower and lower. She gets dangerously close to my panty line and licks along the edge. “Ohh, my gosh. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I whisper profanities as she places gentle kisses along my hip bone. Every kiss adding to the pool between my legs.

She begins to pull down my underwear, but I stop her as I get a sudden thought. “Wait, wait, wait!” I say, breathing heavily. She freezes in place and a worried look spreads across her face. “What? Did I do something wrong? Do you wanna stop?” She says concernedly. I smile gently at her. God, she is so beautiful. I shake my head as I bite my lip. “Then, why are we stopped?” She asked confused and lets out a laugh that melts me. I sit up and place a soft kiss on her plump lips. “No, I, uh,” I chuckle and continue, “I just want to see all of you too.” I blush slightly, not knowing what she’d say. She smiles warmly and takes hold of my face to place a long, deep kiss on my lips. When she leans back, she reaches behind her and undoes the clasp of her bra. I hold my breath as she slides the straps off of her shoulder and eventually she is sitting there, bare-chested in front of me. I swear I almost choked on the breath I was holding. “And, um, your shorts too?” I ask hesitantly, but she giggles and shimmies out of her shorts. Suddenly, we are sitting there, only in our underwear, which were vastly different from each other. Hers were a lacy and colorful bikini, and mine were a cotton monochromatic boy short type. “Well, if that doesn’t show how different we are, I don’t know what will,” I say nervously and gulp, suddenly shy in my skin. She lets out a light laugh, thinking I must be joking. I realize she’s done this before, probably many times, and I, well, haven’t. Ever.

I begin to rub my hands on my thighs as my breathing gets shallower. My lip begins to quiver and my eyes dart around taking in my surrounding. She furrows her brows when she notices the change in my behavior. “Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong? What happened?” She reaches both hands out to rub my shoulders, but I flinch and cover my breasts with my arms. “Y/N…” she says hesitantly. “I just, um,” I stutter, trying to find the words, “it’s just that, uh, I’ve never done this before.” I finish my sentence and make eye contact nervously. Her expression softens and she rests her hands on my arms. “Honey, I figured that much. But-” I cut her off, certain she’s not understanding. “No! I mean I’ve never done this before. Like with anyone. Not even…” She opens her mouth slightly, finally realizing what I’m saying. “And I know you probably have so much more experience than me. And-” She moves her hands from my arms to my cheeks and I go silent. She sighs, “That does not matter. All those guys… the only one that meant anything was Jackson. I like you. This is going to mean so much more than all those meaningless flings. And I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not ready for, but you should know that I’ve never done anything with a girl before.” I look up at her shocked. “So, I’m-” I begin. “My first.” She says smiling. I suddenly feel relaxed and also sort of, in love. “I’m glad I get to be your first, Lydia.” I remove my hands from my chest and pull her into a hug. She hugs me back. “Wait, does this mean-” “Yeah. Let’s be each other’s firsts.”

Our lips gravitate towards each other until they smash together in a flurry of warmth and excitement and nervousness. She lays me back down and returns down to my panties. She looks up for approval and I nod, running my hands through her hair. With one swift movement, I am bare. And the breeze is scary, but it feels great. She looks at me and I hope that I can convey how content I am right now through just that look. I gather up her hair and hold it as she kisses up from my thighs. The closer she gets, the more my legs start to quiver. She places her hands on both of my thighs and pushes my legs wide open. I laugh about through pants, getting nervous again. But, this time I laugh because I’m excited too. She takes that as a cue to continue, and so she does. Soon she is kissing the inner crevice of my leg and my folds and I whimper. She continues to switch sides as she does this, getting closer to my bundle of nerves every time. I moan as she licks my folds, tasting me and I’m exhilarated. Then, without warning, she presses her tongue flat against my bundle and swirls around it, eliciting a loud whine from my throat. She continues making patterns across the perfect spot and switches it up by licking up through my folds. I feel the heat rising in my core and the coils becoming tighter. My moans and whines become more frequent and closer together. “Mmm, I’m close, I’m so close,” I whisper. And she must hear me because she inserts two fingers into me and pumps slowly. I groan and grip her hair, causing her to hum against me. I buck my hips as she pumps faster, continuing her patterns with her tongue. Finally, she curls her fingers just right, gently sucks on my bundle, and the coil inside of me breaks.

I moan so loudly, I’m glad her parents aren’t home. My vision blurs and my legs shake as my very first orgasm hits me. She slows down her actions but doesn’t stop as she lets me come down from my high. Afterward, she brings me tissues and helps clean me up. I kiss her gently on the lips and she kisses my forehead before she goes to through away the tissues. She comes and lays back down with me. We wrap our arms around each other and we lay there, glistening with sweat. I look up at her sleepily. “Your turn.” I kiss her neck and she just laughs. “Y/N, you don’t have to. We are both pretty tired and I would rather you be fully awake when you please me.” I hum happily and kiss her neck again. “Okay, Lyds.” I get up from the bed and take a drink of her cold coffee from the nightstand. She bites her lip as she watches me. I giggle. “Whattt??” She shakes her head. “Nothing. You’re just gorgeous.” I scoff. “Whatever, you are way more stunning than me.” I crawl back across the bed and lean over her. “I disagree.” She smiles at me. “Hmm. Agree to disagree?” I suggest and she nods. I lean down and kiss her deeply, and it doesn’t break for several minutes. When it does though, I flip my hair out from under me as I lay my head back on the pillows.

lucia-ik  asked:

First of all I love your Voltron family au so much and your art is just gorgeous. Now the prompt: I think you did something like that awhile back where the kids ask how Keith and Shiro confessed to each other, but what if the kids regularly ask about it and one day that spark is just gone and they force their daddies to reenact their love confession. And shiro and keith are both thrown back completely forgetting that their children are there and the kid are like urgh why won't they stop kissing?

I’m glad you do thank you!! They are precious babs <3 I try my best \o/ For those who might want to read fanfic wherein Shiro and Keith first met before they adopted the kiddies that contains the detailed confession. :D

[The Voltron Family] If there was one thing Lance, Hunk and Pidge loved asking their daddies, it was their “love story”: how they met each other for the first time, how they became friends, how they confessed to each other, their first kiss and how they fell in love. The whole shebang. It made them happy, so it had been a usual story to tell during their camping trips. Usually it all depended whom they were asking because both would have different ways of telling the story, especially the confession.


Shiro: I was sweating. Hands, forehead, feet—MY WHOLE BODY! 
Pidge: Um, ew? *disgusted face*  *giggles*
Shiro: But I couldn’t handle it anymore. Your Daddy Keith was just in front of me. Sitting wearing an Adventure Time hoodie. It was adorable. He looked so soft and cuddly.
Lance: But…? *lil toes curling up from excitement*
Hunk: *dramatic gasp* NO WAY!
Shiro: *nods* I know! Your Daddy Keith was such a snob. Books were more important to him than spending time with me! And then I asked him if he has kissed someone. I was dying on the inside cause he looked SO SHOCKED and TERRIFIED. *hands on his face* I found it so endearing. Which was odd cause it could’ve been the day our friendship ended but I still went for the kill. Because I was so in love with him—HE NEEDED TO KNOW!
Pidge: You were very brave, Daddy Shiro. Like a soldier! *proud*


Keith: I wanted to punch your Daddy Shiro.
Hunk: *GASP* Daddy Keith, that’s bad!!!! 
Keith: *frowns* I know. But he was making me feel… *turns away* THINGS. 
Lance: *chuckles* *teasing tone* You just liked him!
Keith: *turns to Lance* *makes a face* Yeah, well, I didn’t want to.
Hunk: Why not?
Keith: It’s weird. No one likes me.
Hunk: I like you. *frowns*
Keith: *HEART MELTING* AWWW BABY. I like you too! But anyways, that’s why I was shocked and fell off the couch. It was like gravity telling me not to hurt the boy in front of me. 
Pidge: *giggles nonstop* *hands on her tummy* I love this part.
Keith: *smiles fondly* Of course you would.

They know the story by heart. Even the versions with added parts. But one night, when they were done watching anime in the living room, Pidge wanted them to reenact the confession scene to them. On their own couch.

Keith: *in disbelief* But… why?
Pidge: *shrugs* Why not?
Shiro: *laughs* *tugs Keith* C’mon, baby. For old time’s sake.
Keith: BUT WHY?
Shiro: *positions himself on the sofa* *in acting mode* Keith, can I kiss you?
Keith: Wha— *gets pulled down by the three kids to the floor* *glares at them* OH MY GOD. 
Pidge: *laughs* But Daddy Keith, you were supposed to be on the floor! You fell!! My fave part, remember? You cannot NOT do it!
Keith: *mutters* Fine. *acting mode* Ugh.
Shiro: *dramatic gasp* Keith, are you okay?!!
Keith: *glares at Shiro* Shiro, are you fu–
Shiro: *whispers* Friggin. *looks pointedly at the kids watching them*
Keith: Are you FRIGGIN serious?!
Shiro: *looks around* C-can we at least get you up here on the sofa?
Keith: *gets comfy on the floor* *smirks* Nope. We’re doing this now.
Shiro: *looks at Keith shyly* This isn’t exactly how I wanted to confess to the one I love, yknow?
Keith: *hands on mouth* *dramatic gasp* YOU LOVE ME?
Shiro: *rolls eyes* Yeah I do. And I’d love to kiss you if you feel the same.
Lance: *tries to contain his squeals* *Hunk squeezes his hands*
Keith: No homo?
Shiro: Homo all the way, bro.
Keith and the three kids: BROOOOOOOOOOOOO.
All five of them: *laughs*
Hunk: This is the part where a book fell on Daddy Keith’s head. He’s in pain.
Keith: But he didn’t mind. *smiles at Hunk* *looks at Shiro* YOU LOVE ME.
Shiro: *smiles fondly* I do. Do you feel the same way or…
Keith: *laughs* I do. *covers mouth* OH. MY. GOD. You love me. It’s mutual.
Keith and the three kids: DUUUUUUUUUDDDEEEE!!!
Shiro: *looks at Hunk, Pidge, Lance* You guys really knows this by heart huh?
Lance: Shhh!h Continue!!! *pats Shiro*
Shiro: *chuckles* *looks down at Keith* Now will you please come back up here so I can—
Lance, Hunk and Pidge: —KISS MY NEW BOYFRIEND? *giggles*
Keith: *laughs* *gets pulled by Shiro*
Shiro: Hey. *grins and pulls Keith closer*
Keith: Hey yourself.

Then of course they ended up kissing, Shiro pampering Keith with kisses all over his face causing Keith to giggle. Then it just goes on and on and on.

Pidge: Ugh. It’s been half an hour already. They’re not done yet.
Lance: *tugs Shiro* Daddy Shiro, we’re going to bed now. Let’s go.
Shiro: *doesn’t even notice Lance or the kids at all* *too busy kissing Keith*
Lance: *hands in the air* I can’t believe this! This was a bad idea, Pidge!
Pidge: I must agree. *frowns* *head resting on her hand*
Hunk: *beams* I don’t think so. 

Of course this is that part, just had to draw that one. HAHAHHAA

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Chapter 5/5

Words: 2053

Author’s notes: Finally the last chapter! I hope you enjoyed this story! And now onto other stuff (like, I don’t know, the actual plot of the AU?)(Mod Junior “oooo’s” in the background)(And yes, there is an actual plot ;P) ~Mod Roy

He crouched low, hoping that the rustling in the bushes wasn’t the wind. This was it, it has to be. Too long has he been hunting, looking for some prey. After a while, he jumped out and ran face first into the defenseless… rock.

Link huffed and sat down, scrunching up his sore snout. Soon he was up once again, bending his front legs as he heard big footsteps behind him.

Ganon looked at the crouching wolf, “What are you doing?”

Pouncing,” He wiggled his butt, tail up in the air, “I need to hunt right?”

“Son,” The larger animal draped a front leg over Link, “Let a pro show you how it’s done.”

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Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Thorin x Reader
Words: 1694
jennybaneni said to fandom-writes:
Another Christmas request!! :D The Company (Gandalf and Bilbo included) and Dis can all see the chemistry between Thorin and the reader so they try to get them to confess through mistletoe. Fili and Kili somehow found out the purpose for said plant.

So far, decorating Erebor for the Christmas season was fun, but also a pain. There were so many pillars to decorate and there was no way in Ered Luin that you were going to hang things from the ceilings. Lucky for you, however, you had Gandalf to assist you. Bless that old wizard for making things easier for you.

You were currently wrapping one of the pillars with streams of green and red. You have been at this for thirty minutes and you weren’t even halfway done.

“Um, Y/N?” Bilbo calls to you

You look down to him, “Yes, Bilbo?”

“What are these plants with the little berries on them?”

“Those are mistletoe. You hang them above doorways and when two lovers meet under them, they kiss.”

“Kiss you say?” You look down to see both of the Durin princes looking up at you. Oh no…

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anonymous asked:

Sugarbaby!Phil and Sugardaddy!Dan!! Where Dan spoils him and shows him off at a party and Phil teases him all night until Dan snaps and spanks and fucks him! I love your headcanons!

A/N: Thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoy them.

+For Phil, being a sugar baby has its perks. He can get anything he wants and never has to get a job. The only thing that’s required of him is to have sex with his sugar daddy. Dan is a sweet, kind, caring, young man who has way to much money and is in need of companionship. Phil provides that with his time and his body.

+Tonight, they’re attending a party. Both men are dressed to the nines in overly expensive suits. Phil would rather them be in sweats and t-shirts, but he’s enjoying the hungry look he’s getting from Dan. “You’re so yummy, I could eat you right up,” Dan whispers in Phil’s ear. Phil blushes and giggles. It’s funny to him because Dan’s not really like that. He’s more of a gentle sex kind of guy. Phil knows that Dan has a darker side and has decided to do everything in his power to draw the other side out.

+They arrive at the party and start to make their way around the room. Dan’s showing off Phil and everyone is ogling him. Phil waits a little bit before he starts his plan. He starts subtly flirting with the waiters. Then he moves on to catching people’s eyes across the room. Finally, he starts in on the people talking to Dan. He can see Dan becoming more and more irritated as the night goes on.

+After about three hours of flirting, Dan grabs Phil’s wrist. “We’re going home,” Dan states roughly in Phil’s ear. Phil grins and allows Dan to drag in away from the party. Dan is silent the entire ride home. Phil’s wondering if he went to far or if Dan’s going to kick him out. They arrive home and Dan drags Phil to his room. He quickly strips Phil naked before pushing him on to the bed. “On your hands and knees,” Dan orders. Phil complies; slightly shaking with anticipation. Dan begins to spank Phi hard. He gets to ten before stopping. Phil’s ass is red and sore.

+Dan grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers. He shoves two in right away. Phil lets out a small yelp of surprise. It doesn’t hurt him too much because they have sex practically every day. However, it’s still a stretch. Dan stretches Phil out in no time at all. He undoes his pants and shuffles them, and his boxers, down to mid thigh. He lubes up his exposed cock and slams into Phil. Phil cries out as Dan bottoms out.

+Dan’s pace is rough and fast. The pleasure coursing through Phil has him nearly screaming. Dan leans forward and bites roughly into the side of Phil’s neck. Phil cries out. “Mine. You’re mine,” Dan huffs as he thrusts roughly into Phil. Phil cums untouched and Dan quickly follows. He pulls out and watches his cum slowly drip from Phil’s abused hole.

+Dan quickly cleans them up and they get dressed for bed. Dan climbs in and pulls Phil close. Phil curl into Dan’s warmth. “I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry I was so rough. I just saw you flirting with those other guys and I couldn’t take it. The thought of loosing you drove me crazy. Can you forgive me?” Dan asks. Phil sits up slightly to look Dan in the face. “It’s alright. I loved how rough you are. I flirted on purpose because I wanted to tease you. I don’t want to leave you,” Phil explains. Dan smiles. “Maybe we can try being rough again without all the flirting,” Dan suggest. Phil nods in agreement.

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Breathless Part 16

Pair : Jensen x Reader

Music : A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

A/N : OKAY! You all win, here is the OFFICIAL ending of Breathless! lol. I hope you all enjoy! I had fun writing this!! xox

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16

You could feel your stomach churn as you tightened your grip on the bouquet of red roses.

Today you were going to marry the man of your dreams. The man who you have loved for so many years. And though you wished things could have gone so differently, you knew that it only made you both stronger.

JJ was only 2. And though she wasn’t sure as to what was happening, she had nothing but a big smile on her face. She stood beside you, holding your pinky with her little hand.

“Hey, you ready?” Your best friend whispered, squeezing your arm.

You nodded and flashed a soft smile.

Before the doors opened, you felt hands clutch on to your shoulders, making you jump.

“You look absolutely beautiful!” Gen squealed. Her smile big as ever.

“Thank you.” You chuckled.

Before she could say another word, the music began, Cueing you all into your places. You couldnt help but feel anxious. Scared even. Hoping you wouldn’t mess up.

Jensen waited at the end of the aisle. His nerves working up a sweat, as he went over his vows in his head. He looked up, watching each of the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down the aisle. He watched Tom and JJ walk simultaneously together, giggling amongst each other.

But as they made their way to the end, it was time for the bride.

His gaze focused at the door. His heart pounding and his palms were sweaty. He grew more anxious as each second ticked by.

You took in a deep breath, and started your way. The doors slowly crept open, making you visible.

As he laid his eyes on you, all he could do was Smile.

 Until his eyes started to tear and he tried to contain himself. His stomach fluttered with every step you took. In that moment, Jensen felt like the luckiest man in the world. To him, he was about to marry the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on. And out of all the people in the world, you chose him.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. He looked so handsome, and staring endlessly at one another, it felt as if it were only you two there. All your worries, they disappeared instantly. 

You couldn’t help but cry. Nothing but pure bliss filled you. This was it, you were marrying your best friend.

As you reached his side, you noticed the tears streaming down his freckled cheeks. His lips curving up into the smile you loved. His eyes never leaving yours.

“Hi.” He mouthed.

“Hi.” You slipped your hand in his, and felt your stomach flutter.

As the pastor went on, you tried so hard to refrain yourself from pressing your lips to his.

He made small circles on the back of your hand, making you feel at ease.

“The two have written their own vows, they’d like to share.” The pastor muttered.

You pulled out the handwritten paper you wrote your vows on. And took in a deep breath.

“I can’t believe where we are today. It feels like yesterday, we were at the convention, and Y/F/N noticed you staring right at me. And who would’ve thought that by leaving my phone on my seat, would help me score such a hottie!” You teased, making the crowd and Jensen laugh. “I love you, J. You have no idea how much you mean to me. I know that I don’t communicate that well, and I can be pretty crazy sometimes-” you chuckled. “But I promise to never stop trying. To always work at this and never let you down. I vow that no matter the circumstances are, good or bad, that we will always be us. We will always continue to never take a normal picture, we will act like giant goofballs and enjoy what the world has to offer together. I vow to help you love life, and to be your best friend. I love you more than I can put into words, so I promise I will do whatever I can to show you every day for the rest of our lives how much you mean to me.” You smiled.

Jensen bit his lower lip, holding back his tears. He pulled his paper out, and tried to hold his composure. He looked up at you, and flashed a smile, his eyes were glossy from the tears.
“Y/N, before I met you, I was just any other guy, walking awkwardly through life. I didn’t know who I was, I didn’t know what it was to live. I will never forget the day, my heart first skipped a beat for you.” Jensen paused, sniffing as he wiped a tear from gliding down his cheek. He cleared his throat and returned his gaze back to the paper. “You were standing in the front row, looking up at me with such adoration and I couldn’t help but be mesmerized. You were so beautiful and I knew I had to find out who you were. Since the day that I met you, I finally feel whole. I’m living my life with purpose and intentions. The best part of it all is I get to spend the rest of my life with you. Today I vow to love you desperately, each and every day. To respect you, to protect you and defend you. To be your best friend. To listen to you, to talk with you. And I vow that no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find a way back to each other.”

You felt the lump in your throat tighten, and your tears stream. Hearing his vow made you realize that you have found your soulmate.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Jensen, you may now kiss the bride!” The pastor croaked.

Jensen flashed a smile, as he placed his hands on your hip, pulling you in closer. You cupped his face and crashed your lips to his. Sparks igniting in not only you, but in him to.

Everyone cheered and clapped as you both chuckled.

“I love you.” He brushed over your lips.

“I love you too.” You whispered.

(A year later)

You finished cleaning up the kitchen. Tired from all the running around you did for the party you were having next week.

“Mommy!” JJ yelped. In her mind, she had two mommies. You and Danneel.

“What’s wrong baby?” You knelt down to her level.

“Jaxon wearing glasses!” She croaked.

You saw your little boy walking toward you both. His smile growing as he inched closer.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Wow, well don’t you look handsome?”

You pulled out your phone and face it toward your son. “Come on Jax, let’s show daddy your new style!”

Without hesitation, Jaxon scrunched his little nose and flashed a smile. Showing nothing but his teeth.

“My turn! My turn!” JJ pleaded.

You only but nodded and faced the camera to her.

She scrunched her nose, puckered her lips and closed her eyes. Making you and Jax both laugh.

“That’s my girl, taking silly pictures like her daddy!” You squealed.

You pulled them both in, planting kisses on their faces and tickling their sides. Listening to them giggle was like music to your ears. They were your life, your everything. This was exactly everything you have ever wanted.

“Can we go see Tom and Shep?” JJ asked, giving you her famous puppy dog eyes she learned from her uncle Jared.

“Sure. Go get your shoes on, and can you find Jaxons for me?”

She nodded, and slid her hand into her brothers and darted off. Her squeals slowly fading as she made her way further down the hall.

You put the pictures together, side by side and sent it to Jensen; 

‘It’s official, we have the cutest kids in the world!’ You texted.

Jensen was in Vancouver, shooting and directing for the show. Luckily, he was sitting in his trailer with Jared, taking a break from the long day.

He opened his text, and couldn’t help but smile and chuckle as he gazed endlessly at the picture you sent him.

“What’s so funny?” Jared muttered, shoving a handful of gummy bears into his mouth.

Jensen showed him the picture, his lips curving into a smile.
“My kids are crazy.” He cackled.

'Yea we do! They got your looks, that’s for sure!’ He texted back. 

Jensen saved the picture on his phone, before placing it down on to the table.

He pulled a chair up next to Jared and plopped down.

“It’s crazy.” He muttered.

“What is?” Jared spewed, with his mouth full of candy.

“We have a family of our own! Two beautiful kids, a smokin hot wife, a job that is doing pretty damn well, and fans that only love and support us!” He gushed. “I mean, seriously man, you and I are probably the luckiest guys on earth.”

Jared nodded, and smiled at his comment. “That’s for sure.” He lifted his beer bottle into the air. “Here’s to a good life.”

Jensen gently clinked his bottle against Jareds before taking a sip.

“Are you excited for the party this Friday? Can’t believe Jaxon is finally going to be 2!” Jared belted.

“Yea man! Time is going by so fast. It’s crazy. JJ is 4! And now Jax is going to be 2? Dang, I feel old.” He chuckled.


You remembered the day you found out you were pregnant. 

You had different emotions vibrate through you. One moment you were excited, then you grew sad. Afraid even. You were scared to go through the same situation as before, and you were nervous.

“Hey, can I come in?” Jensen whispered through the door.

“Y-yeah.” You forced out. You his the pregnancy test behind your back and faced him.

It was 2 months after his split with Danneel.

“Hey, are you okay? You’ve been kind of distant all morning?” Jensen muttered, taking small steps toward you.

As much as you wanted to ignore the inevitable, you couldn’t. You didn’t want what happened last time, to reoccur. So instead, you took in a deep breath and pulled your hand out.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered.

Jensen glanced down at the pregnancy test in your hand.

His eyes grew wide, as his lips slowly curved up.

“We’re having a baby?!” He croaked, his voice shook with excitement.

Your eyes met his, and you noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks.

“We’re having a baby.” You muttered. Those words made the situation more real. It finally hit you, you were having a baby with Jensen.

He wrapped his arms around you, lifting your feet off the ground as he spun you around.

Gently placing you down, he crashed his lips to yours. Molding as one.

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered.

“I  love you too.”

     Alluka smiled towards Zushi as she spoke “Onii-chan said he trained for a while with you and Wing-san!” Zushi nodded quicker than he should have but he was just worried about slipping on his words and twisting his tongue. “I’m sorry if he caused you guys any trouble! Killua is quite the handful.” she giggles a little.

     "No, it was really nice to have other people my age to train with, even though it was short lived Alluka-san!“ Zushi replied. His words were very bumpy and he seemed to overpronounce every other one (something characteristic of him after years of training). His face felt warm and his hands were covered in sweat. Alluka only smiled back and bumped his shoulder playfully with hers.
     "I’m looking forward to training with you and Wing-san!” Zushi can’t help but stare at the way her eyes gleam and her eyes crinkle as she smiles wide enough for her teeth to show.
     "Me too Alluka-san.“
     "Call me Alluka-chan, Zu-chan!”
If Zushi had thought his face felt hot before, well now it was on fire.

Jealousy: Suga

I do apologize if this came out late. I’ve been busy lately with my dance rehearsals. We are having an upcoming concert and I’m just drained to the max. I hope you guys understand! I might be closing off our ask box for a while so us admins can straighten up things outside from Tumblr for a bit. Some of us do have school and yeah. Please understand! We love all the requests you have sent us! 

To the anon that requested for a jealous swag Suga. I hope you like it! Took me a while to come up with something. I do apologize if it seems a bit short. Also, I tend to us their stage and real names if you’re okay with that. *****BOWS***** -Admin Zimin


Clothes here clothes there. Everything was such a mess. Searching for the perfect outfit was impossible. Dresses that was once hung on the hanger was now on the floor. Shirts are inside out, shorts on the bed. You wish you had the perfect date outfit for Yoongi. Well, you weren’t the only one that had the same problem. Back at his dorm, his clothes were all over the place, using his members as mannequins, borrowing clothes from his members. You both wanted it to be the best date night of your lives. He looked around the dorm for his favorite hat. 

“Suga hyung, don’t wear a hat to a date,” Jimin said. 

“Yeah hyung.” J-Hope said as he tossed the clothes that was once on him on the floor. 

“Have you ever been on a date with her?” Rapmon asked. 

“Well, this is our official one,” he said. “We’ve been on several dates, but I want this one to be special.”

“You’re proposing to her?!” Jungkook.

“Aniyo!” Suga said. “I just want to have the perfect date with her. Proposing is not until we are ready Kookie.”

“Oh okay hyung.” They helped Suga get ready for his date tonight with you. Both of you were beautifully hand handsomely dressed. He drove his car to your house and waited for you. You dusted off the small dust particles from your dress and headed downstairs. 

“Umma! I’ll be out with Yoongi!” you said as you past by her room. 

“Okay! Have fun sweetie!” she said as she followed you out the house. She waved at him as he waved back. “Please have my daughter back by midnight!" 

"I will!” he said with a smile. You got in and headed off with your date. He was wearing a simple white button up shirt and black jeans and you were wearing a nice lace white dress. What was funny is that he was wearing the shoes you bought him. He looked casual with a side of “swag”. The conversation in the car was nice and soothing. A lot of it were “How are you” and “How was your day”. As you both arrived to the destination, he parked near the exit for an easy way out. He got out from the driver’s side and opened your door. You wrapped your arms around him arm and headed inside the building. It was a nice five star hotel with an excellent and most highly recommended Italian restaurant. He went up front, gave his name, and both of you were escorted to a booth. 

“Wow…” you said as you looked around the restaurant. “This place is beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it. Had a hard time booking us a place to eat,” he said as he scratched his head. 

“You didn’t need to go this far,” you said sounding concern. 

“I know, but I wanted it to be special.”


“Yeah, today was the day we first met,” he said as he looked into your eyes. “I remember that day where we had that blind date thing with our fans.” It finally clicked when you remembered that random day where him and his members had to find seven random girls for each other. You giggled at that memory. Before saying anything, a waiter came up and asked if you wanted anything to drink. 

“May I offer something for the gentleman and the lovely lady to drink?”

“Water for the both of us,” you said with a smile. The waiter smiled back and nodded. He went out and came back with two glasses of water. 

“One for the gentleman and the other for the fine lady.” He placed down a basket of hot steaming bread rolls. “By the way, you look really beautiful tonight." 

"Oh.. thank you,” you said as you broke out a sweat. “Well, umm are there any pasta recommendations?” Suga watched as the waiter was giving most of his attention to you. 

“Well, we have creamy chicken Fettuccine, stuffed Cannelloni, and pasta pesto Penne.” You looked over at Suga and asked if he wanted to order first. As he was going to say his order, the waiter interrupted. “Maybe the lady should order first?”

“Oh, usually I go last because I take a while to order,” you giggled. You motioned Suga to order first. The waiter looked at him with no friendly expression whatsoever. As he was giving his order, the waiter kept glancing at you, messing up Suga’s order. He kept repeating his order until the waiter got it correct. He then looks at you a suggested more entrees. You nervously smiled and gave him your order. Suga looked a bit blanked faced, but inside he was pissed. The same waiter came back a few minutes after he took your orders. In his hand was a pink slush drink. 

“Here you go~” he said as he placed the drink on your side of the table. You don’t normally drink anything with alcohol, but this was getting a bit weird. 

“T-Thank you, but I don’t drink alcohol.” The waiter suggested you to drink it because it was on him. Suga looked at him and back at you. You pushed the drink away and told the waiter to get it. He bowed and took it away, still keeping his eyes on you. This made Suga irritated. He wanted this night something to remember and not some guy flirting with you. Not even ten minutes, he came back with a selection of desserts and only focusing on you. Suga slammed the table with his fist and stood up. 

“Hey mister, back off my girlfriend,” he said. “I’m sitting here, watching you eyeing my girlfriend and you suggesting more items on the menu for her and not to me. What kind of service is this?” He walked over to the front and demanded another waiter. You got up from your seat and stood right next to your angered boyfriend. 

“Yoongi, are you mad at me?” He looked at you and shook his head. “Are you jealous?” This time he nodded. 

“You’re mine. No one else. No one is allowed to flirt with you except for me!” he said making you giggle. 

“I’m yours. Come on, lets go back to our seats.” You hugged him and guided him back to the table. The food came in and this time it wasn’t that waiter. He was getting scolded by the manager. Even though the date didn’t go as what Suga expected it to go, at least he knew that you were his and he was yours.