he completely melted me with this part

Used to This - Part 1

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: DeanxReader

Word Count: 1,744

Warnings: This is fluffier than a marshmallow

A/N: This fic was born on the blank canvas of printer paper (3 pieces, front and back) before being typed into an obnoxious iPad and then finally transferred to my computer. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for fixing my spelling and titling this for me :) Thanks to @hannahindie for being my personal encourager and cheerleader. Love you both!

I didn’t realize my fingers were shaking until they slipped off of the lower levels of my gun for the second time. The slide simultaneously snapped back into place, and I let out a sharp hiss when it took a pinch of my skin with it. Heavy hands fumbled to pull the metal back again, quickly releasing the now inflamed and aching flesh. My gun clattered to the table, and I leaned back in my chair with a soft sigh while gently soothing over the angry skin with a still shaky thumb.

The gun’s not going to clean itself, Y/N.

I shook out my hand and took a deep breath to try and still the tremors before going to work again. Or, at least attempting to go to work.

“Hey.”

I hadn’t even heard him come in. Dean was standing just inside my door with a tired smile and a perplexed look directed towards me. I looked down and blinked to clear my blurry vision, the two separated halves of my gun coming into focus. I realized I’d just been sitting there, aimlessly holding them.

“You ok?” He came a few more steps into my room and knelt down beside my chair, a worry wrinkle joining his facial features. Dean gently pried my disassembled gun from my grasp and set the parts on the table before gathering both of my hands between his warm, calloused ones. “You’re shaking.”

I tried to smile and managed to pull up one corner of my mouth, “I’m just tired.”

Dean squeezed my hands, “Well the gun can wait. Let’s get you to bed.”

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simon imagine - play pretend

REQUESTED:   “an image about y/n and simon walking outside together as friends and y/n see’s one of her ex and simon pretends to be y/n’s boyfriend and make the ex jealous and simon is being all cute with her and in the end y/n kinda felt simon was actually her boyfriend"

sidenote: this is a lil different and is written from y/n’s pov but quite personally so ye tell me what you think

I think the worst part about a break up is the anticipation about seeing them afterwards. Because you know you will. Whether it’s five months down the line, or five years down the line, you’re gonna bump into them, and it’s gonna hurt. A lot.

The first few months are the worst; everybody creates heart palpitations. Any tall looking guy with curly hair - and there are a few of those around my area, believe me - are a warning sign upon first glance. But every time they’d turn around, and it would just be a false alarm.

It gets to a point where you almost hope it’s them. Not because you miss them, or you want to talk to them, or even want to see them…but you just wanna get it out of the way. You want to be able to say yes, it’s been five months, and yes, that one strand of hair still falls over his forehead like it used to, and yes, his eyes still sparkle just as much; but I don’t care anymore. I don’t need to worry about that anymore.

No matter how over an ex you think you are, deep down you know you wanna look good that first time. You want to make them regret. It’s not an ‘I want you back thing’ - it’s just a superficial, I crave other people’s validation way too much thing. I knew from the very first day without Y/Ex/N I needed to make him some sort of jealous when that interaction first happened.

And so I did.

It was a late night, sort of. Something like midnight. I was tipsy - not enough to lose responsibility over actions, but enough to be…confident. We were in the centre of London, just Simon and I, finding a place to carry on the fun of our night.

It wasn’t like it sounded - the fun was platonic. We were just a couple of close friends, stumbling around the city that never sleeps with warm, intoxicated breath and blurry smiles.

I heard him before I saw him; his deep, almost shrilling voice, so naturally pitched it was almost inaudible. I think Simon heard him too. I think he tried to pretend he didn’t.

“Y/n,” his hand met with my shoulder blade, his touch so familiar. “I…I can’t believe it’s you.”

I guess in hindsight, I was lucky. It was every girl’s dream. He liked when I wore red lipstick, and I just so happened to be wearing it. He always admired my thighs and on this cold night my skirt just so happened to show them. His eyes reflected the admiration, showing it still burned just as much as it had months before. 

“Jesus. It’s…you.”

The breath was knocked out of my lungs as he pulled me in for a hug, Simon’s hand taking home against my lower back, almost like a warm and comforting stop sign. The embrace was short lived as I pulled away. I edged closer to Simon. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“Yeah, it is. Me.” He nodded, his eyes scanning my grown and improved body. I felt Simon tense slightly. The awkward atmosphere was clear.

“So..are you here alone?” I asked, cringing instantly. Way to act smooth. 

“Yeah, yeah I am.” He smiled slightly before focusing his attention to Simon. “And you’re..well, not, I guess?”

I looked between the two men. 

“Oh yeah, um I guess I should introduce you?” It came out as more of a question than a statement, to which Simon couldn’t suppress a slight laugh. I reached out to hit his arm, but he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles. My lips parted slightly. I quickly shook my head.

“Simon, this is…well, you already know, I’ve cried down the phone to you about him before.” I wanted to hit myself. Drunk brain - STOP. “Y/ex/N, this is Simon. My-”

“Her boyfriend,” Simon interrupted. He reached out one hand as a greeting, using the other to wrap around my waist in order to bring me closer to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sort of.”

“Boyfriend?” The curly haired imbecile repeated, clearly surprised. Yeah, me and you both, I thought to myself. Where had this come from? Simon was my best friend…what had possessed this?

Part of me was kicking myself; the alarm bells were set off instantly at the warmth the word had sent through me. I moved even closer to Simon as he began to stroke up and down my back. My entire body tingled.

The two men continued a slightly, to say the least, bitchy conversation, but I had zoned out completely. Simon’s fingers traced patterns onto the exposed skin of my backless dress and I felt myself melt into him. I liked the secret intimacy of it. As I silently focused on this I felt him look down at me.

“Well, we should probably be getting home. You’re staying at mine, right?”

I nodded. I didn’t have any stuff on me to stay at his, but in all honesty, I didn’t care. In this moment of time he could have asked me to commit a double suicide with him and I most likely would have agreed - I was completely under his spell.

“Alright, babe.” My heart swelled. “Well, it was nice to meet you - sorry, I don’t remember your name.”

I watched as Y/ex/N’s jaw clenched slightly. He was quite clearly irritated, and I quite clearly didn’t care. It was nice to not have any feelings for the toxic fuck anymore. We said our goodbyes - involving him leaning in to kiss my cheek, and me backing away - before we turned around to leave.

“What was that?” I asked, feeling the alcohol’s effects starting to multiply.

“I know you’ve always wanted to make him jealous,” Simon spoke, his hand taking refuge in mine, our fingers intertwining. “I thought you might appreciate a little help in your stuttering state.”

My cheeks heated. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“You look cute when you blush you know, Y/n.”

“Go away, Simon,” I laughed.

“That’s not a nice way to talk to your boyfriend is it?”

I looked down. Boyfriend. I knew the label was a playful tease, and after this night it would never be used again between me and Simon…

but I couldn’t help but wish that it would be.




was this shit?? im not sure idk leave feedback pls ty <3

Sehun Recs

Listen, the exo maknae is the cutest maknae and therefore he happens to get a lot of scenarios and fanfics made in his stead. Therefore, I’ve decided to make up a list of all my favorite Sehun scenarios/fanfics that all you lovely authors have written!!! This list goes from works written in mid 2015 till present day.

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Bugheads first fight

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“Fine! Go then, I don’t need this!” Betty yelled from the booth at pops, tears streaming down her face, as she gathered her things with shaky hands.

“You don’t need this?” Jughead laughed sarcastically, “I don’t need this, Jesus Christ Betty, stop being so selfish.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Jughead wanted to put them back in, he didn’t mean that, shit he didn’t mean that, if there was anyone up there he prayed Betty hadn’t heard that.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed God had decided to take the day off, he heard Betty gasp slightly as she took a shaky breathe

“You’re right Jughead, I am selfish. Who am I to keep you in a relationship with such a selfish bitch?” Betty bit out, slinging her bag over her shoulder, thick crocodile tears falling from her eyes. “Were done.” She whispered before spinning on her heel and sprinting out the door.

Jughead called after her, his hands slamming on the metal table “Betty!” But she was gone, she had run out of their so fast she had forgotten her literature text book. “Shit!” Jughead shouted, shoving his laptop away from him in frustration. Why was she being so unreasonable? She knew him, why would she expect him to go to some stupid party at the blossoms, why did it matter so much to her? He was finally breaking ground on his novel, he couldn’t just up and go out to a party. He dropped his head to the table and groaned.

“What’s up brother?”

Jughead looked up at the voice of his best friend and groaned again when he saw Reggie Mantle standing next to Archie. Just what he needed, his naive best friend and the brainless jock.

“Nothing dude, just Betty.”

Reggie chuckled moving to sit beside him in the booth

“Oh? Trouble in paradise? Do tell.”

Jughead rolled his eyes at the muscular boy squeezing him into the corner and stealing fries off of his plate

“It’s not trouble. She just wants to go to some dumb party and I’m obviously not gonna go.”

Archie dropped down across from him “you mean the one tommorow night? The one at the blossoms? I’m going with Val. Dude you told her you wouldn’t go?” Archie was looking at him with a hint of dissapointment and it just confused Jughead. It was just another dumb party. What was the big deal?

Reggie nodded beside him “I’m taking Veronica. You do know that since you said no, Betty can’t go now? It’s a couples only party.”

Jughead felt sick to his stomach, shit. That’s why she had been so upset when he adamantly refused to be her date. She had been waiting for him to ask and when she had to do it he had said no. What a dick.

Reggie continued
“It’s probably fine though, no one really expected you to go. I heard Trev Brown was gonna ask her if you didn’t. She’ll be there anyway, Betty’s fine as hell someone’s bound to ask her.” Reggie stated, grabbing his soda and chugging it.

“What?! Trev Brown? No. not gonna happen.” Jughead gathered up his backpack and started for the door, but not before Archie stopped him.

“Dude from what I saw, she didn’t look too happy running home. You might wanna.. I don’t know…turn on the charm?”

Jughead rolled his eyes, swallowing nervously. Sure he and Betty had gotten into fights, but she had never been this upset, this emotional. He wasn’t really sure how to handle her, he knew he had to apologize, but from the tears in her eyes, he wasn’t sure that was gonna be enough.

He practically sprinted to her house and sighed in relief when he noticed her light was still on, scaling the ladder he kept by her window, he felt his heart ache when he looked into her bedroom.

She was curled up in her bed, wearing her tiny little sleep shorts and messy bun Jughead loved, but she was crying. He could tell by the shake of her shoulders. He took a deep breathe and knocked on the window. Betty whipped around, her eyes puffy and her nose red.

Her eyes narrowed once they saw him and she stomped over to the window , drawing the curtain aggressively. “Go home Jughead, I don’t want to see you.”

Wincing at her harsh tone, he knocked once again, this time pleading “please Juliet, let’s talk about it. That’s what we do, we talk about it.”

Suddenly the curtains opened again and Betty was helping open the window “I figured you wouldn’t want to talk to someone as"selfish” as me.“ She bit out, moving to stand as for from the beanie wearing boy as possible.

Jughead shook his head "I didn’t mean that. You know that. You are the most selfless human I’ve ever met, I was just so into the novel, I wasn’t thinking. You know how I get. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. It was wrong and I’m sorry.” He started toward her, ready to take her into his arms but she stopped him, placing her hands in front of her.

“Listen Jughead” she started “if you don’t want to be seen with me than fine, I get it okay? But let’s not prolong this, clearly you’re not happy in this… relationship.” She wrapped herself in her arms.

Jugheads eyes went wide, no way were they gonna break up two times in one day. “Bets” he moved to unwrap her arms “I am so happy, I love that people know we’re together, I didn’t know about the party, I just finally started making some sense of my novel and I wasn’t thinking I was being selfish. Me not you. I want to go to this party with you, because it’s important to you, and what’s important to you is important to me. I do not wanna break up. At all. Ever.” He smiled softly when he heard her giggle.

“I don’t want you to do anything you done want to.” Betty said softly “I know how important your novel is to you.” She moved closer into his arms, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him, her big green puppy dog eyes completely melting his heart.

“You’re much more important.” He whispered before dropping his lips to hers.

After what felt like hours of kissing, Betty pulled away and sighed contentedly, Jughead laughed pulling her over to the bed “so that was our first big fight as a couple, how do you think we did?”

Betty rolled her eyes, leaning against his side.

“Hmm 8/10 for communication.”

Jughead nodded, mock seriously
“Okay an 80. Good enough, but still room for improvement.”

Betty laughed out loud, and pulled Jughead to her.

“My favorite part is the making up.”

Jughead smiled against her lips

“Mmmm, me too.”

I’ll Be Coming Home (Wait For Me)

Preview: Something breaks open inside of you, then, something heavy and consuming, and you turn your head before he can deepen the unexpected kiss, biting your lip as he rests his forehead against your temple and curses quietly. 

“It’s not what you think,” you breathe, trying your best to keep your voice level, pushing gently at his chest. “I just…it’s hard to explain, Jim.” 

Word Count: 3,868

Warnings: NSFW

Notes: Well, it took about a week, but the urge to write a Kirk fic became unbearable. I don’t have much to say this time around, so I’ll keep this brief. Title comes from this song, which I listened to as I was writing, and this takes place almost immediately after Beyond. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Other than that, enjoy!

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Anger - Tom Wilson (smut)

A/N: Sooooo, this is my first smut ever, so don’t kill me if it isn’t good. I don’t know why I chose Tommy, but he was the first one to come to my mind when I thought about writing a smut imagine.

Word count: 2355

Warnings: VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. Above the cut you are safe. Mentions of alcohol. Fighting. Swearing.

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall and sigh, unlocking my phone to check if he has texted me and I haven’t seen it. No, he hasn’t. He should’ve got here an hour and a half ago and I’m worried, what if something has happened to him? I’m not the controlling type of girlfriend, but I decide to text him and check if everything is ok.

“Hey, you ok?” The moment I send it I feel rather stupid.

Hey doll. Yeah Im fine, y?” He texts back and I let out the air I didn’t realize I was holding.

You should’ve been here by now” I tell him, knowing that I look like an obsessive girl and he is probably laughing about it.

Im at Burra’s” And I don’t answer back.

Any other day I’d have been ok with him spending time with his friends, but not today. Today is our anniversary and he has forgotten. I’ve spent days preparing our Anniversary dinner and his present, and he has forgotten all about it. I look at down at my body, feeling quite embarrassed since I’m only wearing a set of lingerie I’ve bought for tonight and high heels, what was I thinking? My eyes keep traveling through the kitchen; the table is set and the candles burning, the lasagna is untouched and the wine on ice. I’m so fucking stupid. I walk towards the table and blow off the candles while grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a long ship from it.

We haven’t been fine for a while. Actually, I haven’t been fine for a while. The day he asked me to move in with him I almost bursted out of happiness, but moving to Washington has been the beginning of everything going south. I’m not saying he doesn’t love me, I’m sure he does, but we don’t really spend much time together. I knew what he does for living when we started dating, I knew he was going to be busy and travel a lot, but I was expecting a little more time for just us, not us and the guys. Right now I just want to drink my feelings away and so I do, drinking the whole bottle of wine.

“You know what, Tom?” I say, holding the empty bottle in my hand and walking to the kitchen “Fuck you. Fuck your I love yous. Fuck your excuses. Fuck your guys nights. Fuck your move in with me” and I hit the kitchen counter with the bottle, breaking it into a million pieces.

I’m out of control at this point, throwing around the glasses and plates from the table, grabbing framed pictures of us and breaking them, the cushions from the couch flying everywhere, his xbox controllers are now going for a swim in the jug of water… and when I’ve trashed the place I realize that doing it hasn’t made me feel any better and my arms and legs are covered in bruises and cuts from the pieces of glass. I need to calm down so I grab my coat from the entry closet and walk out, going for a walk in the middle of the night, drunk and wearing a set of lingerie, stockings, heels and my coat; probably not the smartest idea I’ve had. It is cold outside and that cools my anger down considerably, I now regret trashing his house. I walk for what it seems hours and I’m frozen and my feet ache when I get back to the building, the doorman nodding at me and I give him a shy smile, I probably look like a mess.

When I walk in the pent house Tom is standing in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips and radiating anger.

“What the actual fuck, (y/n)?” he yells and I flinch a little before my own anger makes me brave.

“What, Tom? WHAT?” I answer back, my voice as loud as his.

“When have you become such a needy bitch, huh?” He asks. Ouch, that stings.

“Me? Needy?” I laugh at him “When have I ever been needy? How many times I have stayed here alone while you went out with your friends? How many times have you stood me up and I haven’t even said a thing?”

“YOU HAVE TRASHED MY FUCKING PLACE, (Y/N)”

“SO NOW IT IS YOUR PLACE? SO MUCH FOR PLEASE COME LIVE WITH ME” I scream and I know we are gonna be in trouble with the neighbors “YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME THAT I WAS YOUR FUCKING GUEST”

“DON’T TURN THIS AROUND. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HAS DONE THIS”

“BECAUSE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN OUR FUCKING ANNIVERSARY, YOU ASSHOLE” and I break down, tears streaming down my face and onto my coat.

I look up and his red with anger face is now milky white, his brain running through his calendar. Hit and sunk, Wilson, hit and sunk. His eyes soften and I can see the guilt on his face, looking around and connecting the dots together, the wine, the food on the floor, the glasses, the candles…

“(y/n)… I’m…” I cut him before he can finish the sentence.

“Don’t say you are sorry, please” I whisper and I kick out my heels on an attempt of being more stable since my knees feel like they are going to give in at any second.

“Don’t do that” Tom says, pretty much running to me and holding me so my feet don’t touch the floor “there are pieces of glass everywhere…” and I bury my face on his neck as he walks upstairs to our bedroom.

When he walks in and stops death on his tracks I remember that I had left strawberries and champagne in the room for what was supposed to be a romantic night.

“God, I’m an idiot” he murmurs to himself but I hear him.

“That you are” I agree and he moves me in his arms so now I have to look at him. I want to hide my face but he doesn’t let me.

“I mean it, (y/n). I am so sorry” he tells me and I believe him, but it’s gonna take a little more than that for me to forgive him. “I took you from granted and I haven’t realized how lucky I am for having you until tonight. I love you, I really do”

His words melt my anger and I just nod, kissing him on the cheek while he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.

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BTS Jungkook: Discovery

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

You and Jungkook are in a small rut- well according to you, but he didn’t seem to notice…or so you thought.

Warnings: Mommy kink

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Request: A smutty mommy kink with Jungkook

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Vanilla. You never did like vanilla flavored, or vanilla scented things: ice cream, candles, cake…and especially not vanilla sex.

There was nothing less between you and Jungkook emotionally or romantically, but physically, you were missing something. Your boyfriend had been extremely vanilla from the moment he touched you, and sure you got off fine to his flavorless techniques, but there was always a lump in your throat- a few words you wanted to tell him in regards to your sex life.

But he made it hard to speak. He wasn’t inexperienced, persay, he knew what to do and he wasn’t shy about it. The issue was that he seemed perfectly fine with plain, so you convinced yourself that you were too.

Until he whined a few select words one night.

“Please…mommy?” A pout formed on his lips, his fingers tracing up your arm as he placed small kisses on your collar bone.

Your laugh came out definitely surprised and not in the slightest, aroused. Him calling you mommy was not what you had had in mind when you were mulling over what you could do to liven things up. “Jungkook, stop playing.”

“I’m serious, Y/n,” his deep, sweet voice purred up your neck as you giggled at his airy breaths that tickled your skin.

“Serious about what?” You placed your hands on his cheeks and lifted his head to look at him, thumbs smoothing over his soft skin. When his eyes met yours, you bit your lips, taken aback by the sight of him so desire-filled and intent on having his way.

“I’m serious about making you feel good…” he ran his hand over yours, smirking, gaze never breaking yours and you felt yourself slightly twitch at the soft, tingling sensation brought on by his lips that barely touched your fingertips. “…really, really good, mommy…”

“Jungkook I’m not sure…” you were flustered at this point. You didn’t want to admit it, but you definitely felt it, how it affected you- the heat that began to gather at your core, your senses that started to buzz quietly and your body that was feeling more and more sensitive with each passing moment. In aan attempt to regain control over your reactions, you broke away from his gaze, teeth sinking into your lips.

“Don’t do that…” A whine innocently and sweetly left his lips, compared to the hard grip he had on your hips, lifting you up and pressing you harder against him. “Look at me, mommy…”

It was the way it effortlessly rolled off his tongue. It was how he said it with such ease that you found yourself getting wetter and wetter as he mumbled the word against your skin, your lips, rocking his hard body against yours.

When you caught yourself moaning, you tried your hardest to hold back, but every part of him made sure you couldn’t.

“Tell me what you want…”

You didn’t know what to say. Your mind was a mess and your pride was even messier- there was no way that you were going to cave, that you were going to tell him you wanted him to fuck you until you came to the sound of his erotic voice calling you mommy.

But that only made him thrust harder, making you cry out louder at the unsatisfactory feel of his hardon pressed on your aching core, bodies separated by your tough jeans.

“Now, mommy.” He growled, another thrust and another loud moan.

“J…Jungkook,” you finally managed to breathe, gasping when his hands travelled up your shirt, harshly fondling your breasts. “Jungkook I want you…”

“Want me…what, mommy?” He pushed up your shirt and pulled down your bra, fingers playing with your erect nipples as his lips grazed yours, kissing you softly, keeping you on edge.

“…to touch me,” you panted rocking yourself up to feel more of him. “Please…”

“But I am…” His lips curled into a smile as he continued to caress your body, hands touching everywhere but where you needed the most. “Tell me so I can please you right…”

And you lost all control, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him down and hungrily kissing him, tongue parting his lips and tasting him, melting against him completely, unable to withstand his teasing any longer.

“Please, fuck me, Jungkook,” you begged as he pulled away, softly biting your trembling lips. Be a good boy and fuck mommy good tonight.”

A soft chuckle left his lips at your needy words and sight of your even needier body.

“Yes Mommy,” he smirked.

You didn’t have anything to complain about anymore, afterall, you had discovered his special kink, and was excited to discover more.

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A/N: Hi anon who requested this, sorry it took sooooo long! I hope you like it, but feel free to let me know if you didnt!

To everyone else, please enjoy it lots too!

I have the need to go back and add a shitton more smut tomorrow.

Something New (Archie Andrews)

Masterlist

Rating: R

Pairing: reader x Archie

Summery: Y/N decides to switch up the rolls with Archie

Requested: Yes, and thank you for this one. 

Archie kissed down my neck, me straddling his thighs shirtless. I let out a breathless moan as our bare chests were pressed together. I ran my hands through his hair as he started to lay down I sat up and unhooked his arms from around my waist. I stared down at Archie and ran my hands over his chest.

“Can we… try something new?” I ask. Archie’s eyes immediately light up as he nods his head violently. I could feel Archie get harder under me. I internally giggle and press a kiss to his lips thanking him a hundred times over. I take advantage of his current state and press kisses from his cheek down his neck and progressively lower. I see Archie look down at me to see what I’m doing. I immediately push him down.

“Be patient or you get nothing.” I state harshly. I look up at Archie through my eyelashes innocently. I notice he instantly flattens himself against the mattress. I smirk to myself as I slowly undo Archie’s pants. He lets out a small groan as the pressure eases. I internally smile at the dominance I feel, I had him in the palm of my hand. I rub my hand slowly over his boxers teasingly.

Archie lets out a small huff as I continue to slowly trace over his boxers. I bite my lip to keep from giggling, it was amazing seeing him like this; just melting under my touch. I traced my hands just over his v line barely. I could tell I was frustrating him by the way he was barely twitching. I heard him let out an aggravated grunt as I pulled away all together. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask barley teasing him by flicking the waistband of his boxers against his hips. He let out another irritated grunt. I immediately pull away completely and grab our shirts, I straddle his waist again, being sure not to let any part of me touch him. I attempt to tie his hands to the bedposts, doing a fairly shit job but doing the best for what we have. 

I return to my position at the end of Archie’s bed and pull his boxers down with my teeth. I look at him with my eyes wanting nothing more than to devour the ginger boy’s body. I loose all thought for a second as I stare face to face with my boyfriend’s fully erect length. I regain composure at Archie’s struggled breathing. 

I bite my lip and slowly start to wrap my hand around Archie’s thick member. Archie lets out a strangled groan and pulled at the restraints. I ran my thumb over the tip and collected some of the precum that was leaking from the tip. I sucked on my thumb innocently and made sure to make direct eye contact with Archie as I did so. I could tell it was taking everything in his body not to rip off the restraints and plow into me.

“Good boy.” I whispered quietly. I bit my lip and slowly worked my hand up and down Archie’s erection as I made sure to look him in the eye. Archie threw his head back and groaned as I quickened my pace. I took this as the perfect opportunity to change out my hand with my mouth. 

Archie practically screamed as I bobbed my head up and down his cock. I smirked and used my hand to match my rhythm so every part of him was stimulated. I grinned as I felt him twitch in my mouth, signaling to me that he was close. 

“Fuck, Y/N.. I’m so close. Fuck please.” Archie struggled to get out. I could tell he was just about to climax when I pulled away entirely. Archie threw his head back in frustration as I sat between his thighs. I didn’t touch him for a solid thirty seconds before touching him again. I removed my bottoms and crawled on top of Archie. I hovered above him with my clothed pussy barely rubbing over his erection. My thighs were absolutely soaked as I caught our reflection in his mirror; me on top of my naked tied up boyfriend. I almost came right there.

Archie let out a groan as I added a bit of pressure between us. I continued to drag myself along his cock, biting my lip to keep from groaning. I stopped for a second to press a kiss to Archie’s lips feverishly before discarding my panties and lining myself up with Archie’s cock. I let out a small gasp as he entered me, I could tell Archie was trying not to explode inside of me. I slowly decided to move my hips up and down, bouncing on Archie’s cock. I held down Archie’s tied up hands as I rolled my hips against his. 

Our moans mixed together like the sexiest choir ever. I felt myself slowly building to my orgasm. I could tell Archie was way past his due date as he was practically ready to explode. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and let out breathless moans. I then felt two hands on my hips. I almost screamed in shock, he’d gotten out of my poorly done ties. He flipped us over and pulled out for a brief second. 

“Great job, princess. But you and I both know I do this part best.” Archie whispers in my ear. I bite my lip as Archie pushes back inside of me. I throw my head back on the pillow and just let the pleasure course through my veins as I felt myself cum. Archie Groans loudly as his hips slam into mine violently as he releases as well. He collapses on top of me, I run my fingers through his ginger locks. 

“Please tell me we can do this again.” Archie whispers into my chest. 

“Totally.” I reply, slapping his ass. 

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Seokjin -

Your voice wasn’t…perfect, per se, but he couldn’t have imagined a sound he loved more than you singing alone to Awake if he tried. Seokjin closed his eyes and just savored the sound of your singing before timidly joining in. His soft voice would soothe you if you were flustered as his hand ran down your back to bring you closer in your little impromptu duet. When it ended he would switch to another song, not wanting the moment to end.

“Can we stay like this for a little longer, doll? Just one more song.”

Originally posted by yoongles

Yoongi -

Smug as a Min Genius. He rounded the corner to the living room to see you bouncing around the room while Agust D thumped from the speakers. And you had joked about how funny it was when he said to the STD. He leaned against the door frame and watched until your eyes caught sight of him and you turned off the music and ran away embarrassed. Only then would he melt into a pile of squish.

“I’m not going to forget this, you know.”

Originally posted by fragilefiller

Hoseok -

All it took was 1 Verse. He had heard his song but it wasn’t his voice that he heard in it. No, there was someone singing over it. He’d thought it was Taehyung at first, bitter he wasn’t in another Cypher but…no that was your voice. Hobi would sit outside your room and listen with a smile on his face, as the song turned to Mama and you continued your passionate rapping, he knew he had hit the jackpot with you.

“Next time they need to let me know when they’re going to do this…I wonder how they look when they rap?”

Originally posted by marikit257

Namjoon -

There was plenty of things Namjoon knew about you. He knew what you were afraid of, he knew what your favorite color was and how paranoid you got when you were walking alone. What he didn’t know was that could absolutely rip his raps to filth and he loved it. Hearing you spit Joke with such a fiery passion made his heart stop and wonder just how you kept it hidden for so long. He wanted to have you on one of the albums.

“I can’t decide who we collab with but…could I use some samples for a new song?”

Originally posted by cosyjeon

Jimin -  

Was he expecting to walk into his dorm room to have you scream-singing cAUGHT IN A LIE right to his face? No. Did he mind? Absolutely not. The second he heard his solo coming from you, and so passionately, he was all in and began to sing along with just as much intensity. You may not have sounded good, and honestly neither did he with the way he was singing, he would still want to share duets with you whenever you could.

“Jagi! You need to sing with me more! No, it’s too late to be embarrassed!”

Originally posted by kimtaeminsuga

Taehyung -

He would laugh at first. Not out of malicious intent but he was so flustered and so happy he didn’t know what to do with himself. Taehyung would cover his mouth and watch. Stigma was a song he held near and dear to his heart and to hear his dearest darlingest sing it was almost too much. He would join in and maybe his giggles wouldn’t fit the tone but he was honestly just so happy and so in love.

“Ya! Let’s go for one more, I’ll even let you sing the chorus solo!”

Originally posted by vhope

Jungkook -

Oh boy, where would he even start? Every part of him was just melting into a puddle of love and pride. Sure, from a professional standpoint you sounded, well, bad, but from the standpoint of a man completely and utterly in love with you, it was an angel’s choir. He wouldn’t even tease you, he would just slide alongside you and sing along. He was shy and wouldn’t look at you, but it was enough to have him there.

“…You make me begin, you made me again.”

BTS Reactions - They get soft with you

You roll over in bed so that you’re looking at your boyfriend. Your eyes trace over his every feature - the curve of his lips, the shape of his nose, the way his eyelids flutter ever so slightly in sleep and the way his hair perfectly frames his face. You reach out to tuck a strand back, but your hand is caught by his. You then realise that he isn’t asleep. His lips tremble as he tries to resist smiling, before opening his eyes to meet yours.

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Every Me And Every You - Twenty Seven

Dinner was as fun as ever, Rossi entertaining the group as you ate with stories and anecdotes, and Morgan and Penelopes flirtatious banter having you all rolling your eyes and laughing at them.

Being the last two to the table, you and Reid had been left with no choice but to take the seats that remained, two seats that were next to each other.

Halfway through dinner you felt his hand on your knee, your leg hitting the table in surprise earning looks from everyone else at the loud bang you made.

“Sorry, cramp in my leg… ” you gave as an explanation.

“You should have some tonic water, Y/N. The quinine in it helps with leg cramps.”
Spencer reeled off his usual random facts about how much quinine it would take to ease cramps and eventually the group resumed their previous conversation, Spencer’s hand still on your leg.

You took a swig of your wine, murmuring under your breath to him. “I thought we weren’t mixing business and pleasure. That was your rule wasn’t it?”

He made a show of dabbing his mouth with the napkin and whispering back, “Well that was before you decided to wear that thing around your neck. And technically, we’re not at work.”

His hand inched higher during the dessert course, fingertips grazing the strip of skin between your socks and the dress hem, drawing patterns on your leg.

You busied yourself eating the ice-cream sundae that you’d ordered, seeing Spencer eyeing it up on the table before announcing to the team, “I had the best ice-cream sundae a few weeks ago you know. It was at this little cafe just off second. Their presention was amazing, and they had wafers shaped like Disney characters. I had a Snow White one. It tasted like nothing I’ve ever had before.”

You were going to kill him. You were going to actually kill him.

“Do you remember the name of the place Reid? Disney themed sundaes, I bet Jack would love that,” Hotch asked him.

You almost choked, covering your mouth with your napkin and quickly glugging down more wine. Spencer’s lip start to twitch, curling into a smirk.

“Suprisingly for me, no. I happened across it by accident. I don’t normally go down that road, but I’ll be sure to check next time I’m there. It’s amazing what you find when you go down routes you’ve not travelled before.” His hand moved higher and your legs involuntarily parted. He suddenly brushed his fingers up the centre of your panties and then retracted his hand completely, dipping his fingers into the leftover ice-cream that was melting in your sundae dish and then licking them.

“I fucking hate you right now,” you muttered to him.

“Lies, all lies,” he shot back quietly.

You finished your food and drinks and paid up, Rossi pushing everyone’s money away and insisting that tonight was on him. After a few protests, you all gave in. The man did live in a mansion after all.

Rossi and Aaron bid you all goodbye and you left the restaurant. Aaron had to get back for the sitter and Rossi had no intention of “surrounding himself with sweaty bodies grinding up against him.” There was only certain situations where he allowed that, he told the group, and that wasn’t in a club.

That left you, Reid, Morgan, Penny and Emily and you made your way around to the club.

You paid your covers and headed to the bar, Derek getting two rounds of shots in and handing the brightly coloured glasses out to you all.

“On three, 1 2 3,” he shouted to be heard over the din of the music. Everyone raised their glasses, downing the first drink and pulling various faces at the sour flavoured liquid.

He passed the next lot around, counting to three again and you repeated the exercise.

“Blurgh…. ” You shook your head, that one had tasted of liquorice, a flavour you hated. You leant over the bar signalling for a bottle of water and paying, swigging down the aqua to remove the foul taste from your mouth.

“You okay?” Spencer asked, concerned that you’d switched to water so soon. You’d consumed almost a full bottle of wine in the restaurant, and that and the two shots had you feeling nicely buzzed.

“Liquorice. I hate it. Need to get rid of the taste,” you told him swallowing more water down.

“Ah okay. I thought maybe you’d had too much to drink and perhaps needed an escort home.” His lips were close to your ear so you could hear him.

“Excellent idea Dr Reid, but we need to stay here for a tad longer first. The girls know how much I can drink so they won’t buy that I’m wasted yet. Give it an hour or so and then I’ll act up.”

“I’m not sure I can wait that long, Snow.” His head was bent low again. You looked over and saw Emily looking at your exchange curiously, her eyes narrowed. You nudged Spencer quickly and then grabbed Garcia’s wrist.

“Girl let’s dance, I love this song.”

You dragged her to the dance floor, Emily and Derek following you both shortly after that, Spencer leaning on the railing at the edge of the dance space, watching you and sipping from a beer. Spencer rarely danced and it was too much of a fight to get him to join you. On the occasions he’d been out with you lot before, he seemed content to stand and watch and you all normally took it in turns to keep him company.

Penelope grinded her hips against you as a familiar Rhianna song kicked in.

“Na Na Na Na Na, Come on.”

You smiled to yourself, dancing against her and Derek and watching as a boy who had to be at least fifteen years younger than Emily started dancing up against her. She went with it, linking her arms around the guys neck and raising her eyebrows at you.

You sung along with the music, catching Spencer’s eye as you mouthed along to the chorus, you both laughing at how absurd it was that you were dancing to this.

A few songs later and Emily’s new friend friends had slinked over and were trying to dance with you. You didn’t mind too much and when you spun around, you saw Spencer with an amused look at on his face.

The heavy beat of another song kicked in, one of the guys grabbing your hips and dancing with you, your back to his front.

You danced against him, feeling increasingly uncomfortable suddenly as the sexy sound of Trent Reznor’s voice blasted through the speakers.

“You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you,
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you”

You felt warm, the boy’s hands trailing across your stomach. You looked over at Spencer and he no longer looked amused anymore. You raised your hands to your hair, lifting it slightly and then touching the collar and staring at him.

When the chorus kicked in, he licked his lips and looked upwards and then over to a staircase that was in a dark corner.

The bar was on two floors and there was a girls bathroom on the second floor that hardly anyone ever used.

He repeated his glances again and then looked pointedly at you. You understood what he was saying and you broke free of the boy’s grasp.

“I’ll be back shortly. Bathroom and then drink,” you yelled over the music and started making your way across the dance floor, pushing through the throngs of bodies.

As you climbed the staircase you looked back to see that Spencer had given you a few minutes head start before he planted his beer down and pushed off the railing starting to follow the same path you’d taken.

Finding the bathroom you saw that it was empty as predicted. You’d never figured out why the club even opened this bathroom, there were two other toilets on both floors, it had always seem a waste of space. But right now, you were glad.

You made your way into a cubicle and waited for Spencer.

What neither of you had seen, was Emily catching your glances at each other, seeing you leave the floor first and then Reid following you minutes later.

One of my two year old students hit me in the leg today. This was the first time any of my students ever hit me but It wasn’t like a hit to hurt me but a hit because he was crying and didn’t know how to properly express his emotions.
The funny part about is was before I could even say anything his eyes filled with guilt. Like you can see it all over his face, he felt so bad. I calmly looked at him and told him that he gave me an owie and that makes me super sad. I told him I needed to step away from him because that was not very nice.
I sat three feet away from him and he’s crying like “Mrs.Qamara I’m so sowie!!” Lol which completely melted my heart so I asked him to walk over. He gave me the biggest hug, apologized again and told me he loved me. It was probably one of the cutest things ever.

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 45

My senses slowly started to return and as we laid there, neither of us wanted to completely pull away. Still in the pure relaxation that only an orgasm can provide, I barely noticed my hand was still wrapped around his shaft or that his fingers were still deeply embedded in my pussy.

Being in this moment, especially after the day we had, I wished we were somewhere else. Somewhere private and with nothing else to do but be together in our own little world.

Of course that wasn’t the case. In a very short period of time, Jared would be wrapped up in all that is Thirty Seconds to Mars. Not that I was complaining, I was happy to be here and experiencing this major part of his life. Still, I can’t help but want him all to myself too. It wasn’t like I had unlimited time with him. For me, tour life would be ending in just another few days.

Our limbs were still wound around each other but as the minutes ticked by, we both knew we needed to pull ourselves together. Despite knowing that, he didn’t seem to be in a rush so neither was I. Until the moment he said it was time, I was going to appreciate the moments I had snuggling closer to him.

Jared doesn’t lay still for long though, his mind is always moving a mile a minute. I know part of him wanted to stay but there was another part already thinking about what he needed to do over the next few hours. Once he started to get a little fidgety, that inevitable moment was here.

“I’m sorry baby, I need to get moving.” Jared whispered against my lips as he slowly pulled his fingers from my pussy, “Not that I want to…”

Biting my lip at the loss, I whispered back, “I know..”

Gently letting his shaft slip from my hand, we both let out a sigh. With his arm out of the way, I molded myself against him as his arms snugly wrapped around me. I could feel each relaxed breath he took, all the stress from today seemed to have finally melted away.

Tilting my head up, I nuzzled my nose against his. Whispers turned into soft kisses that broke the silence in the room.

“Any minute Emma’s going to knock on the door..” I warned, silently not wanting to be responsible if he was late for the second time today.

“I know..” Jared said, parting my lips with his tongue, deepening our kiss once again.

It will forever amaze me how in the span of a second, he can completely overtake my senses.

His tongue gently gliding against mine, being in this quiet moment, the energy between us seemed different. It was so much more sensual than sexual, if that makes sense. This moment simply felt like we were truly connecting on a level of comfort and affection I’ve never felt with anyone else and I relished in it.

If I didn’t already know, this moment would have confirmed it… I am completely in love with him and right now I can’t even imagine leaving.

Constant knocking on the metal door suddenly pulled our attention away from each other.

“Jared.. Meet and Greet starts in ten.”

Emma sounded a bit agitated as she yelled through the door. I have a feeling my presence here caused him to unload a lot of responsibilities on her which probably wouldn’t be that bad if he didn’t continue to add to the list.

“I’ll be right there.” Jared shouted back.

“You’re gonna make Emma hate me.” I said, biting my lip.

“Nah. She knows it’s me.” He said, bringing his hand to my cheek.

I could still smell my scent on his skin as his thumb caressed my cheek. Turning my lips away from his, I kissed his hand. Jared let out a grunt, he knew we couldn’t stall any longer. The pressure was on.

Besides, even he knows he’s a control freak and although he’s shifted some responsibility of set up to other people, without a doubt he’ll be double checking that things are the way he wants them prior to the show. That takes time and we didn’t have a lot of that today.

Slowly untangling our limbs, Jared leaned away from me. I noticed him looking between us with a smirk.

“This wasn’t very well thought out now, was it?” He said with a chuckle.

“Ugh, man….”

All Jared really needed to do was wash his hands. Unfortunately for me, it was going to be a bit harder to look presentable again. I was so wrapped up in the moment, I didn’t realize as I was stroking him, I was also aiming at myself! I had cum all over my hand and jeans but at least the brunt of it was on his hoodie.

Lovely. Another show I’d have to worry everyone could smell sex on me.

“There’s not that much.” He laughed, assessing the damage then pulling me closer to him, “I couldn’t help myself.”

Grabbing a handful of my ass he gave me a sloppy, wet kiss, only making the mess worse and he knew it.

“Stop! You’re making it worse!” I giggled, pushing him away, “You have clothes to change into, I don’t.”

Jared laughed as he finally let me go and rolled off the couch, “I’ll go grab a towel so I can clean the mess you made.”

I rolled my eyes, he was such a smartass, “My mess? I don’t think so.”

Cocking his eyebrow he smirked, “That sass is making my hand twitch.”

“Promises, promises.” I teased, causing him to shake his head.

Sitting up I was better able to assess how messy I actually was. Jared was right, it wasn’t as bad as I initially thought. Although I did have a few wet spots, majority did end up on his hoodie or on my skin so clean up wouldn’t be that bad.

Holding his hand out to me, “Come here, baby. Let’s get that hoodie off.”

Very carefully, Jared ended up being able to maneuver it over my head without getting anything more on me. That was actually surprising since he couldn’t stop laughing at me the entire time.

Standing back he said, “See not so bad..”

Tossing the hoodie near his suitcase, I made a mental note to pick that up later. The last thing I’d want is for Emma to grab it while she was cleaning up after him.

“I’m going to make myself presentable.” I said, rolling my eyes again before I caught myself.

I was clueless as I walked past him buttoning my jeans. Hauling his hand back, he smacked me hard on my ass. So hard, I jumped.

“Ouchy!!” I exclaimed, immediately rubbing the sore spot with my hand.

“Told ya your sass was make by my hand twitch..” he smirked.

I fought the instinct to roll my eyes and instead, walked straight into the bathroom rubbing my bum along the way. Within a few minutes I was pulled back together and washed up. A dab of perfume and I’d be ready to go.

Walking back into the room, I expected to only see Jared but instead the room was full of crew. Robert was standing off to the side so I walked over to him, I didn’t want to interrupt Jared who looked like he was in the middle of handling ten things.

“Hey Vivie!” Robert said, “Ready for the show?”

As Robert and I chatted, I could see Jared watching out of the corner of my eye. It’s funny how just a glance can give you a sense of security.

Emma rounded the corner and as soon as she caught Jared’s eye, she motioned it was time for the Meet and Greet then walked over to us.

“This is the day from hell.” She said, clearly already worn out.

I felt instantly bad knowing I had something to do with the craziness of the day.

“I’m sorry, Emma..”

“Oh it’s not you, don’t worry. I know it all Jared.” She said rolling her eyes.

I tried not to laugh because that was exactly what Jared said she would say.

Jared quickly finished his conversation with Sheep then started to head for the door.

Emma and Robert walked out as I waited for Jared. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to stay here or if he wanted me to come with him.

“Ready?” Jared asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“You want me to come?”

“I do. Unless you really want to stay here instead.”

Pulling me with him as he walked out the door, it seemed like the decision was already made. It was definitely one I was happy with too.

Shannon was on his phone standing right outside the door to the room the Meet and Greet was going to be held in. As we approached, he smiled, putting his phone in his pocket.

“Shit.” Jared said, “I forgot my phone in the room. I’ll be right back.”

Taking off back down the hall, I saw Emma just about loose it. Looking to me, I shook my head and mouthed ‘phone’. That was all she needed to hear.

“Hey Vivie..” Shannon said.

“Hey yourself! Did you get some rest?”

“Nope, you?”

“Nope.” I laughed.

“I’d say you should just stay back for this stuff and chill but I don’t think Jared’s gonna take a chance and let you stay alone again.” He joked, nudging my arm.

With a giggle, I agreed, “You’re probably right. This time he didn’t give me the option.”

“What are you guys laughing at?” Jared curiously asked.

Neither of us realized Jared was already back.

“Just about no rest for the weary.” Shannon told him, giving me a wink as he turned and walked into the next room.

Cherry Candle: Part 2 - Tables Turned

Pairing(s): Phan

Author: EdHasGotPhanxiety

Length: 3k

Tags: Smut, friends to lovers, aphrodisiac, bottom!phil, top!dan, masturbation, dirty talk

Summary: Phil buys a new brand of candle with a very interesting name: charming urge-changing cherry. After he brings it home and lights it in the living room, both Dan and Phil start to notice that something isn’t quite right. 


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Side Story: She-wolf (NSFW)

A/N: This was supposed to be an entry, that’s why it’s written from Zelda’s point of view. Part two of the last post.

I should make a Smut Sunday probably. 

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My heart was still racing after today’s events. I was already in bed, feeling restless. I got out of bed and looked at the landscape: snow was still falling, covering all the land in white. The wind was strong, waving the banners and flags furiously. The bright full moon peeked through the storm clouds.

I had a large knot in my loins that made me feel dazed, and my breathing agitated. It was the same feeling I had when we were kissing - actually making out, in courtier terms - before for Goddesses know how long in my chamber, but it had increased greatly, for the cause -and solution- of these sensations was away from my immediate reach, but so close at the same time.

I looked at the mirror door that separated our rooms. Without a second thought I came close, opened the door, and silently went through the passage to reach Link’s room, just like I had done days before. 

The parted curtains lit dimly the place, covering all in a soft light.

He was sleeping soundly, sprawled on the middle of the bed, shirtless. The covers of the bed were piled on the footboard.

My lips parted, and my mouth went dry, preventing a gasp leaving my throat.

His body was sinfully, obscenely perfect; clearly more lean and muscular than that time I accidentally saw him in Ordon, product of his rigorous daily training. Faded scars and some freckles were sprinkled all over his tanned skin, making him even more tempting.

As I observed him in silence a tidal wave of thoughts came to my head, none of them precisely demure.

I wanted to touch and taste his skin.

I wanted to breathe his scent.

I wanted to feel his body next to mine.

I wanted him all over me.

I desired him so badly.

My fingers grazed his right forearm. His skin was so exquisitely warm despite his state of undress. It felt a bit rough, but it was such a nice contrast against my fingertips.

Would the rest of his body feel the same?

His eyes half opened at my touch.

‘Zelda, what are you doin’ here?’, he mumbled, sitting on the bed.

‘I just could not sleep’, I whispered. ‘Can I lie with you?’

Link swallowed hard, as if being more awake after those words, and nodded. He started moving to his left.

‘Stay right where you are, please’, I interrupted him, as I climbed on the bed and straddled him, lifting the hem of my nightgown to avoid stumbling.

I felt his heartbeat racing as my fingertips softly caressed his chest. He looked me up and down for a while, as if he was thinking this was all a hazy dream.

‘I will not do anything you do not want’, I cleared up, ‘if you want me to leave, I…’

‘Please don’t. I want you…’- he hesitated - ‘to stay with me’, then reached my face for a kiss.

It was soft and tender in the beginning, escalating into a hungry, wet, passionate kiss. More than enough to light the fire of lust in me. I just wanted to tear my clothes apart and melt into him.

I moaned into his mouth as his hands trailed to my neck, my hair standing on end. I grabbed the hem of my nightgown to take it off, breaking the kiss, to then throw it away.

Wanting him to ravish me vanquished any sense of decorum I might have had.

Link brushed my already messy hair behind my back, leaving my body completely uncovered.

‘Goddesses… you are… so fucking gorgeous’, he panted. ‘You’re unbelievable’.

I felt my cheeks heat even more than they already were.

‘Touch me’, I whispered.

‘Happy to oblige’, Link answered.

His hands roamed all over my skin, starting from my thighs, squeezing them softly, to move slowly to my hips and waist. He kept moving upwards, stopping on the beauty mark on my chest, then sliding them to my breasts, to end on my neck again. The tender and soft touch of his rough fingers elicited a chain of gasps and sighs from my mouth as he trailed up my body. I clung to him, caressing his back slowly, kissing his neck, breathing his scent of dewy grass.

His manhood pulsed strongly against me; I felt the silky fabric of my underwear getting wet and a warm sensation between my legs at the contact of his arousal. I grinded my hips against him, to have another taste of it, not getting enough of the delicious warmth.

‘I want you’ - I cried - ‘inside me’.

I could swear his heart stopped for a second.

I never thought such lewd words could ever come out of my mouth.

‘A-are you sure?’, he stammered, ‘there’s no way b- back from here’. He sighed. ‘we will be each other’s firsts’.

I smiled.

‘If I did not want you I would not be here’. I kissed him softly.

I undid the laces on the sides of my knickers to take them off. Link admired for a moment what was unveiled, before removing his pants.

As I grew up, I always heard the stories of the ladies of the court - with varying degrees of raciness. Their stories were certainly enlightening regarding sex, but I guess no one is completely ready to face their first time.

There’s absolutely no way that thing is going to fit inside me, I thought. I was in a strange place between arousal and nervousness.

I took a deep breath, letting instinct and lust guide me.

Since he was still seated, I straddled him again, to slowly let him go inside me. I took his manhood in my hand to place it, opening myself a bit. He groaned - and Goddesses, it was the most arousing thing I had ever heard.

I must confess I really, really liked how it felt to tease him and have him at my mercy.

Bit by bit I welcomed him into my body. Shocks of pain made me wince as I was sliding him inside me. The pain subsided slowly once all his length was in me.

‘Are you alright?’, he asked worried, as he moved a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, waiting for a moment to catch my breath. Our bodies fit so nicely together.

We resumed kissing, as I slowly started moving on top of him. Every time I thrusted or grinded my hips I could feel every pulsation and twitch of him inside me. It felt insanely good.

Hisses, growls, and panting replaced any form of words between us, our primal instincts taking over us completely. Our names faded into moans; our bodies lost themselves in a tide of new sensations, full of exciting and unknown pleasures.

Every time his hands wandered over my back, and his mouth over my breasts or my neck, my walls got wetter and I felt pleasure rising at my core. Even despite our lack of experience, we knew each other’s bodies from memory, as if we had done this forever.

I desperately wanted more, and more, and more of it.

I thrusted and twisted my hips until the pleasure burst and spread all over my body, making my head go fuzzy, and tremble, and moan, and dig my nails onto Link’s skin. His small caresses sent shivers up and down my back.

My panting slowed down as I came back to my senses, and the glorious, blissful sensation of my orgasm settled down.

‘You good?, he whispered tenderly, kissing my cheek. My obviously wide and pleased smile made him chuckle. ‘I’ll take that as a yes’.

And then, without notice, he pulled out, held me tight, and laid me slowly, to end up underneath him.

‘I won’t let you hog all the fun’ - he kissed my neck - ‘I haven’t had my share yet’.

I was so lost in my own pleasure I completely forgot about the fact a certain part of him was still hard. Not that I complained.

He slowly slid inside me again, and rested his weight on his elbows.

‘Am I too heavy?’, Link asked me.

I shook my head.

‘I actually find it enjoyable’. I caressed his neck, grazing the nape of his neck with my nails. He shivered, and started thrusting.

I felt like I was going to melt under him, with his deep kisses, his hands now holding firmly onto my hips, the contact with his already sweaty, heated skin. I wanted him deeper inside me, and begged him for more.

He indulged my wishes, mercilessly thrusting and teasing me, as if I had unleashed something in him, something wild and feral, strangely befitting of him, despite his sweet, contained, and bashful exterior.

The tables had turned now: his savage tenderness had me at his mercy.

Pleasure pooled inside me again, more intensely, my craving making me moan and arch my back and scream his name, reveling into the blissful release for a second time, so intense and overwhelming, I could swear my mind went blank for some seconds.

He kept his merciless rhythm, even after my release, until I felt his whole body tensed and trembled; an exquisite, satisfied groan escaped from his lips. He pulled out of me so fast, I did not realize what he did until a moment later.

We panted and giggled, almost in unison, foreheads touching, then kissing each other softly and tenderly.

I could not believe we had been denying ourselves such pleasure, joy, and bliss for so long.

Once we caught our breath, Link got up and rushed to the bath, coming back with a towel.

I incorporated, resting my weight on my elbows. I noticed my belly was sprinkled with his seed, thick and abundant.

‘There is absolutely no way I’d put you honor into risk’, he said as he cleaned up my skin. ‘Even though you are the wildest thing I’ve seen in my life, you’re still the Queen of this land’.

I smiled at his remark. His protectiveness is endearing. Although him being naked was quite distractive.

He went back to leave the dirty towel in the bath, then returning to the bed.

‘I dunno how to say this…’ -he inhaled deeply -  ‘Would’ya like to sleep with me tonight? Even though I’ll get up with the Sun?’

‘I’d love to’, I answered, kissing him. 'I will have to return to my bedroom sooner or later’.

We cuddled under the covers, face to face, skin to skin.

‘Goodnight, my she-wolf’, he said with a yawn.

‘Excuse me? Why “she-wolf”?’, I demanded a decent explanation. 'you were the one with the fluffy fur and wild eyes!’

‘It’s full moon. You’re a beautiful, wild thing. I’m an innocent country bumpkin - he snuggled against my neck - I love you’.

‘I love you too’, I chuckled. ‘Goodnight’.

That night, I slept deeply than I ever had, dreaming of the grassy fields and slopes of Ordon, and woke up with the cold, Winter sun to a sight I shall treasure for eternity.

anonymous asked:

5. Can't let go yet kiss with Dick?? 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼❤

“Dick, you’re already late,” you laugh, smile widening every time he pecks your lips.

His arms are wrapped around your waist, and the door is still open, but neither of you mind as he places kiss after kiss against your mouth.

“I know,” he grins, laughing softly. “Just one more kiss.”

He kisses you again, and again, and again until you’re giggling uncontrollably, melting into his embrace. He moves his arms around your shoulders and pulls you closer, kisses slowing down, lingering, until finally his lips move slowly against yours. You wrap your arms around his waist, savoring the feelings his kiss inspires.

“I love you,” he whispers, barely parting from you. “I’ll be home again before you know it.”

“I love you too,” you respond, finally putting some distance between your mouths. “Be careful and come back to me, Richard.”

He grins, and he presses one final kiss to your lips before he pulls away completely.

“Always,” he responds.

AN: Thank you to the fantastic anon that requested this cute imagine! I hope this is what you were looking for! *I do not own the gif (but holy shiz THAT SMILE KILLS ME), and like always please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: okay so I just thought of Tony or Clint accidently spilling that you like pietro to him and vice versa so could you possibly do that as like a prompt thing? If you can’t that’s fine haha

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Sometimes you questioned whether Tony was an actual adult, or a little kid in disguise.

“Let’s play a game!” Tony shouted to all of the Avengers, who were bored out of their minds all cooped up in the tower. They had done nothing for almost a full week, it was to the point where the team was asking for an alien invasion just to give them something to do.

“A game?” You said, cringing as you recalled the last time someone said that. Apparently, Natasha’s version of ‘a game’ was intense training and large team battles. You could barley move for a week after the 'games’ ended.

“Yes, like spin the bottle!” Tony grinned from ear to ear.

“God, no.” You groaned in disapproval. Could he pick a more cliché group game?

“What about a card game like war or something?” Steve asked.

“Ew, maybe when I’m in a nursing home.” Tony pretended to gag. “What do you think, Nat?”

She drummed her fingers along her chin, looking deep in thought. “Maybe truth or dare?”

“Yes!” Tony jumped up from his seat and motioned for everyone to sit in a circle on the floor.

You rolled your eyes, but you still came over and sat between Natasha and Steve. Pietro and Wanda sat across from you, and you smiled. You secretly was glad that they decided to play with you, any interaction with Pietro made you happy.

“I’ll start!” Tony shouted, making Bruce (who was next to him) cover his ears in annoyance. “Okay, Steve, truth or dare?”

Steve groaned and rubbed his forehead. “Why me?”

“Answer the question, popsicle!”

“Um, I guess dare.” Steve said, and you could see the almost instant regret in his eyes when he saw Tony’s eyes light up.

“I was so hoping that you would say that!” Tony grinned. “You must have at least one swear word in every sentence that you say from now until the end of the game!”

Steve shifted uncomfortably. “Every sentence?”

Tony cocked an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Steve to correct his statement.

Steve hung his head. “Every damn sentence?”

“Yes. Now it’s your turn, make your choice you star-spangled-baby.”

Steve looked around for a moment, then his eyes settled on Clint. “Uh, are you going to pick truth or dare…you bastard.” Steve cringed at how mean and strange he sounded.

Clint suppressed a laugh and said, “Dare, Captain.”

Steve thought for a moment, then nodded to himself. “I want you sit with your legs out I front of you-”

“What? That’s easy!”

“and, I want you to have Thor’s f*cking hammer laid across them.”

“Oh.”

Thor, though looking confused, walked over to Clint and laid the hammer down on its side over the bottom half of Clint’s legs.

“I do not get it.” Vision commented from next to Wanda.

“Clint will not be able to lift his damn legs as long as the hammer is on them, he won’t even be able to move them.” Steve said with an accomplished grin.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Clint grunted and he tried (unsuccessfully) to shift his legs. “Anyway, Pietro, pick your poison.”

The white-haired Avenger looked up in surprise, he hadn’t been expecting to be called on. You looked at his surprised, bright blue eyes and felt your heart go all fuzzy.

Pietro’s shoulder perked up and he ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “I…I guess I will pick truth, seeing as everyone else has picked dare.”

Clint cracked his knuckles as he thought, then said, “Out of everyone in this room, except Wanda, who would you pick to sleep with?”

Pietro practically choked on his own spit, “S-s-sleep with?”

“He means have sex, hot shot!” Tony informed Pietro, which earned him a nasty glare from the young Avenger. The thought of Pietro having sex with anyone in this room made your blood boil, but you still concealed your feelings inside.

To hide your facial expression, you got up out of the circle and went to grab a bottle of water that you had left on the other side of the room. You felt Tony’s eyes follow you, he knew about your hopeless crush on Pietro. You grabbed the bottle of water and took a swig of it as you turned around and began to walk back to the group.

Pietro looked around at everyone, then sighed. “I mean, if I had to sleep with someone, I guess I would pick…Y/N.”

You spat out all of the water in your mouth on to the floor in front of you, and all of the other Avengers laughed at your reactions (all except Pietro).

Pietro got up in a flash and zoomed back with some paper towels to help you clean up the mess that you had made on the floor. Your cheeks burned a brilliant shade of red and you took the paper towels from him and began to mop up the mess. You noticed that Pietro’s cheeks were flushed as well, which made you feel just a little bit better.

“I-uh-Clint asked me to…” Pietro was struggling to find the least offensive way to calm the situation down. “I really didn’t mean to weird you out-”

“Oh, trust me, you just made her day.” Tony snorted, not thinking. “She’s been waiting for you to say something like that for a very long…” Then, realization dawned on Tony’s eyes widened. “…ignore me, please.”

T-T-Tony!” You shouted, your entire face was rosy red.

“Wait, wait, what?” Natasha said as she raised an eyebrow at you. “You like Speedy?”

“Well, I don’t know, uh, I-” You struggled to speak, all of your words were getting jumbled. Pull yourself together damn it!

“Well?” A cocky smirk graced Pietro’s lips as he watched you in your flustered state. He was loving this, you could tell.

Luckily for you, Wanda (who felt your distress) piped up, and in an almost mocking tone said, “Brother, don’t act all high and mighty now. You have had a crush on Y/N since the moment you saw her.”

His eyes got wide like he could not believe that she had said that in front of everyone. “Wanda!

Despite your embarrassment, you still felt your insides melt when you learned that he felt the same way about you.

At this point everyone was fully invested in the entire awkward situation, even Bruce and Vision seemed to enjoying the show.

Steve walked over to Pietro and nudged him whilst whispering, “This is the part where you ask the damn lady out.”

You both sat in silence and stared at each other with completely mortified expressions.

In addition to your heart beating against your chest, you heard Clint say,“Well this is all fine and good, could we just end this game so I can take Thor’s goddamn hammer off of me?!”

((I hoped everyone liked it! It was obviously a little more silly and goofy than normal, but I thought it turned out okay. Tell me what you guys thought!))

anonymous asked:

For the minifics: UF bros meet their SO's family for the first time

Underfell

Sans

“Saaanss please? It’s just for a few hours,” you tug on his arm, attempting to pull him off the couch, but the lazy bag of bones does not budge. 

“hnnngh just go without me,” Red groans.

“You promised me you’d come!” you exclaim in frustration then release his arm.

Red rolls his eyes then rubs his temples, a small migraine setting in. He recalled that stupid promise he made a few days ago, purely out of a drunk bet. He bet you that you couldn’t finish an entire can of whipped cream in one go just like he can with his mustard. But you easily proved him wrong by stuffing the entire can into you mouth and finished it off faster than he can ever do with his mustard bottle. 

“ugh, this is why i don’t make promises,” the skeleton sighs, “but cmon, look at me. is this even a good idea? i’m not exactly boyfriend material yunno,” 

“Don’t be stupid, Sans,” you roll your eyes and cross your arms, “I don’t give two shits about what my family thinks of you but, my family is a big part of who I am and I just want to include you in my life.” 

Red’s eyes go dark for a minute, a bright red blush creeping up his cheeks which he tries to hide by pulling his hood over his head and turning away from you. He fiddles with his fingers, unsure what to say next until he stands up and wraps his big arms around you. 

“Sans? What are you doing?” you ask, surprised by this sudden change. 

“can’t leave yer family waiting right?” and with a snap of his fingers and a red flash, he teleports the both you in front of your parents’ house. 

Red lets you go and you slowly make your way to the door, your finger hovering over the doorbell. Your hesitation puts him on edge. Did you just change your mind at the last minute? Did you really mean what you said about including him in your life? Did you just realize that he’s not good enough for you to introduce him your family? Why aren’t you pressing the doorbell?

But you grab his hand and give him a smile that washed away all that anxiety, a smile full of love and grace, telling him that you’re not going anywhere. Then, you rang the doorbell. 

Papyrus

“OKAY HOW ABOUT THIS ONE?!” Fell saunters out of the closet for the seventh time wearing what looks like to be the exact same suit as the last six, a sharp grey suit with a blue tie. 

“It looks great, Paps,” you say tiredly, just wanting to go to your parents’ house already and get some food. 

“THAT’S WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT THE LAST ONE!” the tall skeleton huffs in annoyance. 

“Well, they all look the same! Just pick one already!” you exclaim. 

“I CAN’T JUST PICK  ONE IT HAS TO BE PERFECT IF I’M MEETING YOUR FAMILY!”

“At this rate, we’re going to be late!” 

“NYAH HAH HAH, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS IS NEVER LATE!” Fell returns to the dressing room and proceeds to have  terrible rom com montage of him wearing the same suit over and over. 

Finally, the gods have released you from this endless loop and Fell walks out of the closet wearing a simple swanky black suit and red tie. A part of you is righteously angry at him for not picking that one sooner, but another part is melting from the sheer beauty of the skeleton before you, making your knees tremble. You’ve always been a sucker for well dressed skeletons.

“That. That one. I want you to wear that one,” you say, completely awe struck by how he looks.

“OH? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU COULD MAKE DEMANDS FROM ME?” Fell crosses his arms. 

You just give him your best puppy dog eyes, but the tall skeleton does not falter. 

“HMPH! BUT YOU’RE RIGHT, THIS DOES LOOK GOOD ON ME, I SHALL WEAR IT!” Fell ties to redo his tie.

“Finally,” you mumble, “Let’s get going,” 

Hello~ 

I hoped you enjoyed this and sorry for taking so long! I had to tweak this a little bit since I didn’t want to get into S/O’s family since I want every reader to be able to relate or identify as S/O. I hope you like it! 

Actually A Sweet Person: Blurryface Smut

People are misunderstood all the time. Blurryface is one of those people. Everyone thinks that because he has a hard exterior that he is a bad person. But, I know that he isn’t. I’m the only one he shows his true colors to.

“Y/N,” Blurry says walking into my room.

He lives in my neighborhood so he comes over a lot, even though my parents don’t necessarily approve. Plus I’m he’s only true friend.

“Hey,” I say to him sitting up in my bed.

Blurry moves further into my room, taking a seat next to me on the bed. He looks down at his hands not meeting my gaze. I move my hand to his back rubbing small circles trying to comfort him. Blurry turns to look at me, his eyes all puffy and red. He’s been crying.

“Blurry, what’s wrong?” I question him in a quiet voice.

“No-no one lives me,” he says with a sniffle.

“But I like you,” I whisper to him.

“I know, but Y/N… I-I like you more then just a friend,” he whispers looking away from my gaze again.

My eyes go wide at his words. He has never shown signs of liking me in that way. Granted, I’ve had a crush on Blurry for awhile now. He’s nice and caring, that’s what I love about him. It has always killed me to see him so upset about the way others treat him.

“Blurry, I have a confession to make,” I begin, “I like you more then just a friend too.”

Blurry looks back at me, his expression one of shock. I move to take his hand in mine. Blurry stays still, I move my other hand to his cheek. I slowly lean in, softly pressing my lips to him. After a moment Blurry responds, he moves his arms around my waist pulling me close to him.

Once he kisses back, I completely melt into the kiss. It was unlike any other kiss. It’s so full of love, causing butterflies to irrupt in my stomach. I move myself onto Blurry’s lap, deepening the kiss. I slowly grind on his crotch causing him to groan into the kiss.

Blurry parts from the kiss looking at me, his eyes a darker color then usual. He lifts me up off of his lap laying me down on the mattress. Blurry shifts his body so that he’s hovering over me. He leans down, attaching his lips onto my neck. He sucks and nibbles at the soft skin.

I moan out, my hand going to Blurry’s soft hair. He slips his hand underneath my shirt, moving up to my breast. He squeezes my breast causing me to moan out loudly. I guess it’s a good thing that my parents aren’t home right now.

“Blurry,” I moan out, “I want you.”

He pulls away from me, sitting up right. Blurry pulls off his shirt revealing his chiseled chest. He hands move to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off of me. He then stands up from the bed pulling down his jeans leaving him in just his boxers.

I move my own hands down to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Blurry smirks at me pulling my jeans down my legs. His eyes scan over my body, admiring my green lacy bra and panties. My eyes scan over his body as well, noticing the large bulge underneath his boxers.

Blurry moves back over to me, hovering over my body yet once again. He leans down, pressing his lips onto mine. The kiss, unlike earlier, is filled with fire and passion. He presses his crotch against my core slowly gyrating against me.

“Y/N, are you sure you want this?” Blurry asks, parting from my lips.

“Yes, please Burry. I want you,” I groan out.

Blurry pulls off his boxers allowing his cock to spring out. He moves his hands to the top of my panties, pulling them off of me. I reach behind me undoing my bra and flinging it to the ground. I scoot up farther onto the bed. Blurry spreads my legs open allowing him to view my core and it’s entirety.

He moves to position himself in front of my pussy. He looks at me and I nod my head to him, signaling that it’s okay. Slowly, Blurry pushes his cock deep inside of my pussy. I groan out, partly from pleasure and partly from pain. He stays still allowing me to adjust to his vast size.

“You-you can move now,” I say to him once the pain has diminished.

“Okay babe,” he whispers to me.

Blurry starts to slowly thrust in and out of me. He gradually picks up his speed. The room begins to fill with the sound of our moans and the sound of skin pounding skin. I move to wrap my legs around his waist, wanting Blurry to go deeper within me.

Blurry gets the hint, shifting his position changing the angle of his thrusts. He continues to thrust in and out of my pussy, hitting my g-spot perfectly with each thrust. I move my hands to Blurry’s shoulders, digging my nails into his soft skin.

“Fuck, Blurry,” I moan out loudly.

A knot begins to form, my skin heating up, and goosebumps forming all over my skin. Blurry groans out, his cock twitching deep with in me. We’re both close. Blurry his continuous thrusts in and out of my pussy. My walls begin to clench around Blurry’s cock.

“Y/N, cum with me baby,” Blurry groans out.

Blurry’s thrust begin to be sloppy. After a few more hard thrusts, I am pushed over the edge. My orgasm takes over. My body quivers underneath Blurry’s, my skin practically on fire. Blurry moans out my name loudly, his own orgasm taking over. He continues thrusting until we’ve both come over our highs.

Blurry slowly pulls out of me moving to lay down next to me. We look at one another, as we try to catch our breaths. After a few moments, Blurry wraps his arm around me pulling me close to his body. He kisses the top of my head lovingly.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispers to me.

“I love you too Blurry.” And it’s true, I do love him regardless of what others think of him.