hmm...guess that will do for now

star-anise  asked:

PLEASE talk about the kind of shit Bitty and Tater would get up to without Jack or someone more level-headed there to restrain them.

lisTEN Tater and Bitty have like, not a single impulse control between the two. Oftentimes people get fooled by Bitty’s politeness, need for a clean kitchen, and preference for people not to spit on the ground (LOOKING AT YOU, NURSEY, YOU GROSS COLLEGE BOY) and think, this is a reasonable and level headed young man! they are wrong. 

Tater: B! What if I get huge soda bottles, big ones, and shake them. 

Bitty: D: that makes it go flat though, do you not like the fizz?

Tater: *shakes his head* No, no. I strap them onto me and shake them and then BOOM! I fly. 

Bitty: Hmm, I don’t think so…

Tater: :((((((

Bitty: You’re too gosh darn heavy! Strap it on me! 

Tater: :DDDDDDDD


Tater: B! B! Guess what!

Bitty: I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?

Tater: *shows a picture* new motorcycle! I see it, I like it, now it’s mine!

Bitty: *fans himself really hard because he LOVES those bikes* oh dear

Tater: You one of my best friend. First person I ask to ride with me. 

Bitty: Mister Tater! I am delighted and honored! 

And then they proceed to ride the motorcycle WITHOUT A HELMET until they get pulled over by a cop, and tater’s telling the story to the team later and jack hyperventilates because HIS BOYFRIEND WAS ON A MOTORCYCLE WITHOUT A HELMET.


One day jack walks into the kitchen to find Tater with tears streaming down his very red face as Bitty feeds him pieces of what looks like mini pie and asking “how about this? is this spicy enough?” 

“I’m feel dying and my soul return to heaven. Not enough. Do more.” 


Tater: What I’m be for Halloween? Has to be sexy. 

Bitty: Haha what about a stripper

They look at each other and an electrical moment passes between them

Tater: I’m go shave my legs now!!! 

Bitty: Yes you do that and I’m going online right NOW to find the perfect costume!!! 

Tater: WHY THIS RAZOR SO SHARP??

Bitty: here let me shave you! 

And then when Tater’s practicing his routine, he routinely asks Bitty whether it’s sexy enough. He’s not doing it very close to Bitty (bc Bitty’s personal space expands when there’s stripping involved by ppl other than jack)

Tater: Weird to ask Jack, you know. He my teammate.

Bitty: I completely understand, and oh dear this is making me blush! *giggles* 

Tater: *performs another body roll*

Bitty: *giggles* 


That one time Bitty went to the hospital because Tater thought it would be a funny prank to empty out a windex bottle and pour blue gatorade in it so Bitty can shock everyone, but someone accidentally switched the bottle so Bitty drank a mouthful of actual windex. 


I feel like Tater’s like the one person who finally convinced Bitty to try weed? Like in the sense that Tater’s never tried it because the fear of his parents is strong, and Bitty’s only had contact high before and never bothered with actually trying it himself. And Tater is curious bc it seems like a lot of the college athletes are high and he wants to try! And Bitty because oh well, if you want to try it I’ll do it too! 

They chose a time during the off season, so that Tater won’t get in trouble. And Bitty makes the most delicious weed brownies in existence. And then Tater promptly forgets that they’re weed brownies and eat wayyyy too much and Bitty’s too high to deal with him and Jack comes home to two grown men giggling over his couch. (Tater’s okay, bitty made sure not to bake too much.) 


That one time Tater wrenched his shoulder dabbing with Bitty on the ice. 


When Bitty was super drunk and Tater handed him a banana and Bitty deepthroated it in front of everyone and then promptly choked and almost died. 


That time they were lighting fireworks with their bare hands and didn’t get injured at ALL. 


Georgia had to give a little talk to Jack about how tater and bitty should never be left alone, and maybe Jack can thirdwheel some of their hangouts a little bit more?

Jack: I’m the one dating Bitty, you know. 

Georgia: He’s an amazing person, but I also need his friendship with Tater to change into something less life threatening. 

aquiver | 01 (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language
words: 10,110
summary: Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…
note. inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the character’s past occupation haha

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Clueless (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @angustdissin. Hope you like it!

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Roommate! Jungkook, slightly dom! Jungkook, smut and fluff

Word count: 7,469 words

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You were greeted with the sound of the TV blaring from the living room when you opened the front door of your house. Although he couldn’t see or hear you, it didn’t stop you from letting out a small sigh accompanied with a smile to yourself as you untied your sneakers and put them away neatly on the shoe rack. The thick white socks you wore made your steps quiet.

As you padded into the house, you weren’t surprised to find your roommate sprawled on the floor with his back leaning against the lower half of the couch and his long legs stretched carelessly under the coffee table. He was staring at the show playing on his laptop on the table but you weren’t sure if he was really paying attention to it. At first you opened your mouth to check if he needed a call back to Earth, then you saw the gaggle of men and women sprinting across the screen and gasped.

“JUNGKOOK! How could you?!”

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just another coffee shop AU

So this was part of a not!fic challenge but it ended up as more of a fic than a not!fic, so I’m posting it here. The challenge was to put a trope in my inbox and I’d tell you about the story I’d write. (Honestly, I’m tempted to adapt this and try to do it as orig fic, haha) So enjoy.

It’s harder than you think to get a job in a little podunk town that’s mostly home to fishermen. Dex takes what he can get, and what he can get is a job dishing out lattes and scones at the little pretentious coffee house that vacationing yuppies love to frequent on their way to Maine’s outlet malls. It’s barely a living, but Dex doesn’t need much.

He serves coffee one day to the preppiest of the prep – a luxuriously coiffed writer who tells him that the coffee shop has the perfect atmosphere for inspiration. Dex snorts. This is a guy who wears his stubble purposely rough, to achieve some kind of effect. He probably wears “pre-distressed” clothing (although right now his outfit’s actually really sharp, with this vest over a fuzzy, tight-fitting sweater.)

The writer challenges him. “Come on, you have to have a little poetry in your soul?”

“I sold my soul for a three-dollar latte,” Dex replies.

The man laughs, and goddamn, even his teeth are perfect.

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hold my beer

Ok so this is yet another idea that I will NEVER have time to write (for those that follow my Cross the River one shots, I’m still sorry for inflicting the half finished fics on you haha. But I’m not sorry for inflicting this idea on you

Three words:

Drunk. Ladynoir. Wedding. wait is ladynoir even technically a word?

  • It’s quite a few years into the future and Adrien and Marinette are happily revealed and happily married. Everything’s just friggin peachy
  • One day there is an akuma, a girl who got dumped by a dickhead bf for another girl and then goes on a rampage to show everyone she is ‘good enough.’ After they defeat her, they try to cheer her up
  • Chat, being Chat, thinks that being a flirt will help boost her self-esteem, bc, you know, getting flirted at by a superhero is an ego boost no matter how sad you are
  • Lo and behold, it backfires
  • The girl (lets call her Ada) gets pissed off that Chat is flirting with her right in front of Lady, because “Aren’t you guys like, together??”
  • Chat backpedals, Lady facepalms. No it’s still not official or public that they’re together (keep work separate from home, yknow what I’m sayin, and besides, it’s unwise to let Hawky know the full extent of how much they care for each other because they don’t want to be emotionally manipulated in battle)
  • The girl is like “shit I thought you guys were like.. the perfect relationship. Obviously not. If even you aren’t together, then where’s the hope for me…. sighh….” :’(
  • Ada is so upset that they decide to let her in on a little secret. That in their civilian lives… they are married
  • Ada is all,  :’D omg seriously
  • (^..^) and >(:-:) are like, yeah, but dont tell anyone. It’s a secret. ((SLAPS YOU WITH HEAVY-HANDED FORESHADOWING)) Hey I know what’ll cheer you up, Ada. Lets go out for drinks!
  • AND SO MY FRIENDS, that is how Adrien and Mari end up spending a night on the town with a recent akuma victim as Chat and Lady…

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There are so many amazing things going on in this menu, you guys.

“American Plate”
*throws some shit on a plate* “This is what Americans eat, right?”
I don’t know what I love more, the single piece of broccoli (well, this is an accurate depiction of the amount of vegetables Americans eat, I guess) or the THREE tortilla chips for eating your “avocado dip.” 

“Of course those two make the perfect decisive end of your meal!”
Awww, okay, that’s cute. Though…it’s “light and shadow vanilla and chocolate,” so I guess Kuroko is the chocolate, not the vanilla?? I’m all confused now.

(I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST)

“Super Long Range Toast”
“This super long shot can reach its target from the far end of the court (plate). It’s so long, your heartbreak is inevitable!?”

Unfit (M)

Genre: smut + Everything else

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  can I have a yoongi smut where the condom breaks and he only notices it after he came so it turns into angst but then into fluff again 

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It was one of those days were you painfully missed your boyfriend. He wouldn’t be home until next month and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. As you check the calendar on your phone you realize it he would be in a meeting right now so you couldn’t call him to hear his voice. Suddenly you were awoken by a new idea, pulling out your earphones and putting them in. You scrolled through your sound-cloud until you found his mix-tape, listening to the song as well as the voice you loved so much. You starred up at the ceiling trying to figure out if this was working or if it was only making you miss him even more. You honestly should have been used to this now since you’ve been dating him for 2 years already. With a sigh, you closed your eyes. The more you thought about him you thought that maybe you were losing your mind. It felt as if he was right next to you in the bed. 

A hand moved up and pulled the earphone out. 

“How can you listen to music that loud? I could hear my own voice walking in through the door.”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked next to you to find your smiling boyfriend. 

“Y-you’re home? But you weren’t supposed to come back for another month-”

Yoongi shrugged. 

“I told them I couldn’t stand to be away from you so I came back to visit you. I can only be here for the weekend though so don’t get too excited..”

You sat up and hugged him so tightly you wondered if it was hurting him but the chuckle in his voice made it seem otherwise. 

“God I missed you so much..” You mumbled into his shoulder, not wanting to let him go.

“Is that why you were listening to my song?”

You gave him a nod. 

“You’re so cute.” Yoongi smiled, finally giving you a kiss. 

You wouldn’t even want to admit to how embarrassingly needy you felt just at the thought of feeling his lips against yours. You had waited so long to feel his arms around you, his gaze only on you, his voice only talking to you, and more importantly, just seeing him in front of you. When the light make-out started getting heavier the small moan that came from your mouth definitely initiated something more. His strong hands held you up onto his lap, occasionally grazing your ass.

“Do I ever tell you how much I love your body?” He groaned.

“Pretty often, actually.”

A look of trouble overcame his face with a smirk. “Good.”

Before you knew it, you were already back at it with him, trying to clumsily take your clothes off without pulling your lips away. He gladly helped, pulling your shirt off and over your head to leave you only in your underwear. You could hear the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. It was the same guy you’d been with for years but every time it got down to it, you felt the same rush in your chest as always. Maybe that was a good thing but you felt like you could live without the slight nervousness. 

The feeling of his hands placing themselves on your bare sides snapped you out of the thoughts you were having. He lazily gave you a smile, making your face feel warm. Oddly enough, you just then realized just how much you loved him. Seeing his messy hair but still thinking that he was absolutely perfect in this moment. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

Without a warning you felt his hands move down lower until his fingers played with the sides of your underwear. You gave a light smile and a nod to tell him it was okay and he proceed to pull them down your thighs. His lips pressed themselves against your skin, giving you goosebumps. Your bare core was sitting ontop of his clothed, but not absently hard, member under you. 

“Do you really have to tease me? It’s already been 3 months….” You whined. 

He let out a hoarse laugh. “Fine, get one of the condoms out of the drawer and I won’t tease you anymore.”

You helped him out by removing his boxers for him, rushing him due to your neediness. A hand reached over to grab the condom and the other to help tear it open. Yoongi took control for you as he slid the condom on himself and aligned himself directly up with you. His eyes glanced over to you. 

“Alright. Go ahead, babe.”

“Y-you want me to do it?”

He gave a nod. “It’s nice to watch you ride me.”

Being blunt when it came to sex wasn’t a surprise because honestly, he was just a blunt person overall. You do as you’re told, slowly moving yourself down him. You watched him bit his lip, knowing he was enjoying the view. Maybe that’s why he was always under you, you thought to yourself. As your hips start move, his facial expression doesn’t change much. The way you could tell he was getting into it was his pace. He liked to watch you move against him but occasionally you’d feel him thrust up himself or he’d tighten his grip on your sides. 

The more and more you felt him fucking you the harder it became to hold yourself up. Your hands fell next to him, holding your body up. Yoongi’s lips were brought back to your chest and neck once more, helping you strangle out more moans of his name. To which he was definitely not complaining. He knew convincing you to get a house instead of an apartment would be quite beneficial due to his hidden kink. His thumbs pressed down on the right spot on yours hips to keep you in place. Yoongi mercilessly pounded into you from underneath despite you supposed to be riding him. Sometimes he’d get impatient and take things into his own hands but you weren’t complaining. When he became in charge it was only a bigger turn on. 

What really did it though was the small curse words that fell out of his mouth and his usually composed face changing. It was hard to focus on as his hips messily kept going. You knew your boyfriend’s patterns well enough to know he was close. Your chest now pressed up against his as you kissed him roughly in between sharing moans. 

“Fuck, I love you…” He moaned.

In the heat of the moment you barely had time to react and you were unsure if he was just saying it or not. He thrusted into you once more before finally reaching his own climax. As you got off of his chest, panting, you hear him curse once more.

“Oh shit.”

You look over to see what he was referring to and you felt as if your heart was going to stop. 

“Wait, Yoongi. Tell me that just broke.”

He looked up at you. “Y/N, It’s not a big deal.”

“NOT A BIG DEAL?” 

He watched as you stood up from the bed in panic. 

“We can not have a kid! What if this gets me pregnant? Huh? Then what are we going to do?”

Yoongi sat up and grabbed your hand. 

“Then we figure things out together. Maybe having a kid isn’t a bad idea?”

You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. 

“Are you insane? This is the busiest work as ever been for you! I’ll have to do everything alone and I don’t have the money for a kid. I’m unfit to be a mom Yoongi! I can’t do this and I don’t want to do this…not without you.”

He reached out and pulled you back on the bed.

“This isn’t even really happening..you’re getting ahead of yourself. It may not even happen. BUT if by some chance it does I will work everything out. I’ll move you out to Seoul and I’ll come home every night. We can have our small family of 3 to come home to after work. I have enough money to take care of them and I’m not going to let you do a single thing alone. I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere and whatever happens we do this together.”

You teared up. “I’m just scared..”

He nodded, rubbing your back gently. 

“I know. It’s not that I’m not scared, I just believe that you’ll be a good parent if it came down to it. You’re the person I love the most and this isn’t going to change that.”

“Yeah…I love you too.”

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. “Well at least that’s a good start.”

You laughed lightly, wiping the tears off your cheeks. 

“I guess it won’t be too bad since it’s you.”

“That’s my girl….Now that, that’s over with. Since we can’t really do anything now that it’s already done. How about you come back over here so I can help you out a little more, hmm?”

He kissed on your thighs, looking up at you. 

“Round 2? You’re on.”

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A painfully fluffy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Valentine’s Celebration

In which Simon and Baz never had that Christmas Eve incident, but have instead become friends - and maybe something more


simonscones: Happy Valentine’s Day!

Baz smiled fondly down at the text, his heart a little lighter than usual as he hit the “reply” button.

bazpitch: Same to you

bazpitch: What are you doing today?

simonscones: nothing really, hbu?

bazpitch: Same here

simonscones: you should come over later!  We can watch movies and stuff!

“Elaborate on this ‘stuff’ you speak of,” Baz muttered under his breath.

bazpitch: Sure, if you’re not busy

simonscones: nah

bazpitch: No date?

He hated himself for asking, for making himself seem totally indifferent when he was the farthest thing from it, but it almost felt necessary.

simonscones: lol nope

simonscones: I’d rather hang out with you anyway

bazpitch: You flatter me

simonscones: lol seriously tho

simonscones: you’re the closest thing I have to a valentine tbh

Baz couldn’t help it, but his pulse picked up at that.

bazpitch: By which you mean…?

simonscones: take it as you will

bazpitch: Simon

simonscones: I’m just saying lol

bazpitch: Just saying what?

simonscones: don’t worry about it baz

But Baz did worry about it, so much that he could barely think about anything else all afternoon.

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           Eventually Baz couldn’t stand waiting around any longer and picked up his phone again, dialing and holding it in the crook of his neck while he tied his shoes.

           “Hello?”

           “Hey Simon.”

           “Hey Baz!” Simon replied, sounding genuinely thrilled to hear him and it made Baz hopeful again.

           “I’m just about to head over,” Baz continued, “did you want me to bring anything or pick something up from the shop?”

           “No, Penny and I stocked up on chocolate and fruit,” Simon told him, “how do you feel about chocolate fondue?”

           “Is that a rhetorical question?”

           Simon laughed.  “I think we’re good, thanks Baz.”

           “Alright.”

           There was a pause as Baz tried to calm the jitters in his stomach.  “Hey Simon?”

           “Yeah?”

           “What did you mean by ‘take it as you will”?”

           Hesitation on the other end.  “Just that.”

           “That clears it up, thanks,” Baz scoffed as he settled behind the wheel of his car, just sitting while he talked, not feeling very “settled” at all.

           “Everyone needs a valentine.”

           “You know that’s not true.”

           “I know, but I wanted one anyway.”

           “And you’re saying you’ve chosen me?”

           “If that’s how you took it.”

           “But how did you mean it, Simon?” Baz pushed, unable to keep the urgency out of his voice. Crowley, he was shaking, he was so tense.

           There was a long silence from the other end, as if Simon was figuring out exactly what to say.  “I guess I meant that I was… choosing you.  Yes.”

           “…to be your valentine.”

           “I guess so.”  Simon’s voice was lower, quieter, like they had strayed into much deeper, more dangerous territory.

           “Okay,” Baz said, trying to keep his voice as light as he could without sounding forced.

           “Valentines can be platonic, right?”

           “Of course.”

           “Right.”

           Silence.

           “Um… is it platonic?”

           A deep breath from Simon.  “I… honestly… don’t know.”

           Baz couldn’t breathe.  “Oh.”

           The should have been able to hear each other’s hearts beating through the phone.

           “Do… do you still want me to come over?”

           “Hmm?  Oh, of course!  That hasn’t changed.”

           “Okay.”

           “Unless you don’t want to now.”

           “No, I do,” Baz said quickly, “I do.”

           “Alright.”

           “Alright.”

           “So, I’ll see you soon then?”

           “Yeah, see you soon.”

           “Bye.”

           Click.

           The whole drive to Simon and Penny’s flat was a nightmare.  Baz turned up the radio as loud as he could, trying to drown out his thoughts.  It didn’t stop them, but at least he couldn’t hear them as much.  His hands shook on the wheel and he contemplated calling Simon and backing out at least four times, feigning illness or obligation or just telling the truth, that he needed time to think.

           He knew he needed time, but he didn’t want time.  As much as he knew tonight would likely be a disaster, he wanted to go. He couldn’t shake the thrill that came at the thought of seeing Simon, awkward or not.

           He was just walking up to Simon’s door when his phone rang again, and his skull started buzzing when he saw who was calling.

           “Hi,” he said tentatively.

           “Baz, um…”

           “Everything alright Simon?” Baz paused, his fist poised to knock but waiting. Simon could still decide to call off the night.

           A few long, shuddering breaths from the other end.

           “It’s not platonic.”

           Baz’s world split open.

           “Baz?”  Simon sounded so damn scared it broke Baz’s heart.

           Baz knocked softly on the door.

           When Simon opened it, he was still holding the phone to his ear.  Slowly he lowered it and stuffed it in his pocket. “I’m sorry, Baz,” he said, so quietly it was almost inaudible.  “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

           In two long strides Baz had crossed the threshold and had Simon’s face in his hands.  Before either of them had time to breathe Baz crushed Simon’s mouth under his own, reveling in the sound Simon made and in how Simon’s arms flailed a little to catch his balance before grabbing at Baz’s collar and pulling them impossibly closer. Simon was sweet and soft and Baz was so close to losing himself that he pulled back abruptly.

           “Sorry,” he panted, still holding Simon’s face in his hands, “I shouldn’t have…”

           “So,” Simon chuckled breathlessly, “I guess it’s not platonic for you either then?”    

           “Not even close.”

           Simon brought one hand up to Baz’s cheek, and Baz dared to meet his eyes. They were bright and shining and his cheeks were pink from lack of air and, well…

           “Happy Valentine’s Day, Baz,” Simon murmured before closing the space between them again, this time much softer and gentler.  They stayed like that until they were both dizzy and gasping for breath, unable to stop grinning.

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♟: Patching up a wound

♟ Patching up a wound | Percabeth 

“C’mon,” Annabeth said, hand gripping the back of Percy’s shirt. “We’re almost home.”

“I knew it,” Percy replied, throwing his arm out. “I knew something was gonna happen. We never get to have a nice, normal date, like, ever.”

Annabeth frowned. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. The last time they’d tried to go on a date, a god showed up. The time before that, it’d been a hellhound hungry for blood (and mushroom ravioli, apparently).

“We didn’t even make it to our dinner reservation,” Percy grumbled. “I was really looking forward to that pasta…”

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Time of Contempt by Andrzej Sapkowski

‘Lady Yennefer! No! I do not want to be alone!’  ‘Ciri,’ the sorceress said softly. ‘Once I told you everything I do is for your own good. Please trust me. Run.’ Ciri was already on the stairs when she heard Yennefer’s voice again. The sorceress stood beside a pillar, leaning her forehead against it.
I love you, my daughter,’ she said, her voice muffled. ‘Run.

Calibrations

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Requested by @estel-of-the-eyrie

I’d love to request a Thor X F!Reader (I am trash forgive me) where they try to introduce him to video games, and some of the gang keep making references to games he has no idea about/ they keep arguing which video game characters everyone is? Please :)         


Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Y/N.

Thor: My love, Samuel has introduced me to a game of grand absconding of vehicles!

Thor: And then he said the game is just a way to control real life!

Thor: I HAVE KNOCKED OVER AND KILLED DOZENS OF PEOPLE

Thor: WORSE, I HAVE RUINED ALL OF STARK’S CARS

Y/N: Why is THAT worse?

Y/N has added Sam.

Y/N: How’d you manage to convince him?!

Sam: Patience plus a well timed explosion courtesy of Wade.

Sam: No civilians were harmed.

Y/N: You can’t see me glaring at you, but I am.

Sam: Aww c'mon, it’s pretty funny.

Thor: WHAT DO I TELL STARK? PERHAPS I SHOULD FAKE MY DEATH LIKE MY BROTHER

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anonymous asked:

Can You do a Roman Reigns Imagine? Where we have to share a hotel, and we get into a heated arguement which leads to rough , passionate sex?

  A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long to get done. But I hope you love it!

Warnings: Daddy kink, strong language, shower sex (is that warning??) uuuuh, can’t think of anything else. I write before the requests before I give the warnings so sometimes I forget :P

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      “I have to do what!?! No, there is no way that I’m gonna share my room with her! Come on, Triple H, can’t you just get her a different room? Hmm, I didn’t think so,” I said to Hunter over my cell phone. He had just informed me that I had to share my room with Y/N, the new WWE Diva. I guess with her being new and everything, Triple H and Stephanie McMahon forgot to book her a room so now I had to share mine with her.

     "Can’t she just sleep in her car,“ I asked, continuing my rant. But, of course, Triple H said no. (I just hope that he knew that I was joking.) He then told me to ‘be a man’ and deal with and it and said that Y/N should be up to my room in a few minutes. So I hung up the phone, unlocked the door, sat down back on my bed and kept an ear out for the newbie.

     The knocks on the door came half an hour later (‘in a few minutes’ my ass). Already I knew who it was, so I said 'the door’s unlocked’ and in walked Y/N. She had her bags in her hands and a towel around her neck, telling me that she just came from the gym. That and Y/N was wearing a tank-top and shorts. Plus, she was drenched in sweat; which, I hate to admit, was kinda hot.

    “Hey, Roman,” Y/N said to me after she closed and locked the door.

       “Hey,” I said back to her. I leaned back on my -or I guess I should say our- bed and started to play a game on my phone just to show the new comer that I wasn’t interested in anything that she had to say. Unfortunately she wasn’t getting the message.

    “Sorry you have to share your room with me,” she said. “I know that this wasn’t your idea, but-”

“You can say that again,” I retorted with a roll of my eyes.

    “I know this wasn’t your idea, but-” Y/N annoyingly repeated herself and then laughed at herself. I narrowed my eyes at her and she just shrugged her shoulders.

“What,” she asked. “You said I could say it again.”

    “You know  I didn’t mean it, smart ass. Now, why don’t you go to sleep on the couch so that way I won’t have to hear your voice anymore?”

  “Seriously, Roman? The couch? I thought that you would be a gentleman and let me have the bed.”

      “Normally I would, but you’re such a newbie that you just don’t deserve it,” I said laughing to myself.

  “Whatever,”she scoffed back, “I have to take a shower first, anyways.”

   “In that case, I think I have to pee.”

  “No you don’t; you’re just saying that cause I said that I want to take a shower!”

      “Probably. But you’re still not going in the bathroom, and there’s nothing you can do about it, Newbie.”

    I was completely wrong on that part cause after I said that, Y/N came over to the side of the bed that I was on, lifted one of her legs up and slammed it down onto my stomach.

   “Fuck,” I groaned in pain. Then I rolled on my side and watched as Y/N walked into the bathroom with a smirk on her face.

          A few minutes later and I could hear the shower running.

                                         *                *                  *

      It had been a whole hour after Y/N had started her shower, and I had to piss. Badly. But she still wasn’t out of the bathroom. So I went to the door and heard the shower still running. I knocked hard a few times, but Y/N wasn’t responding. Look, I’m a gentleman and everything, but when a man’s gotta piss, a man’s gotta piss and I ain’t tryna piss through the window. I tried the doorknob and noticed that the door was unlocked, so I opened it and saw something that made my dick hard: Y/N had the shower head in her hand and it was pointed at her pussy. The look of pleasure was all over her face. Moans were escaping her lips, but it was hard to tell what she was saying exactly, so I listened more closely. “Fuck! Ro- Roman,” she purred my name. She purred my name!

   “Me,” I accidentally asked out loud. I still couldn’t believe that shit.

       “Shit! Roman? What the hell are you doing in here,” Y/N asked in return as she dropped the shower head. She quickly covered herself up with her hands at first and then with the shower curtain.

     “Uh, I had to take a leak,” I answered, “and you were takin’ way too long. By the way, were just playin’ with yourself….and thinkin’ about me?”

    “No! Now fuck off!”

      I took a few more steps into the bathroom and and put a smirk on my face. “Baby girl, I’d rather get you off,” I replied with a wink.

    Y/N let out a nervous gulp but had let go of the shower curtain, letting me see her in her whole naked, wet, beauty. “What’re gonna do to me, Roman?”

       “Pick that shower head back up and hand it to me, Newbie.” She did what I told her to do and I chuckled. “Baby girl, you got this on the wrong setting.”

   “What do you mean, I got it on the wrong setting,” Y/N asked impatiently, making me chuckle again.

      “Cause yo got it on spray when you should have it on massage.” I changed the setting and aimed the nozzle at Y/N’s clit. I smirked when she instantly moaned. The look on her face told me that she was enjoying this more than when she was doing this to herself.

       After a while I decided to get in the tub with the newbie. So I handed her the shower nozzle, got shirtless and pants-less and sat on the side of the tub. I took the nozzle back from her and watched as she started to rub herself. I licked my lips before I smacked her hand away and put two of fingers in her glorious hole.

   “Roman, oh my god,” Y/N screamed.

     “You like that, Baby-girl,” I asked her while I pumped in and out of her. God, I wish it was my cock filling her pussy up, but I had to wait til I got her good and ready and I had a great way to do that. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, stood up and put the shower head back where it belongs.

     “What’re you doing, baby,” Y/N asked me in an innocent voice.

       “Nuh-uh, Newbie,” I said with a wag of my index finger. “You only get to call me Daddy.”

   “Daddy?”

        “Yup, just like that; sounds fuckin’ hot too. Now, bring you fine ass closer to so I can eat you out.”

     Y/N smiled as she said “yes, Daddy”.

      She moved close enough so that her lightly trimmed bush was on my chin. I dipped my head a little to give myself a small taste of her dripping pussy. It was a quick swipe of my tongue and Y/N couldn’t help but to whimper.

    “Damn, baby, you taste so good!”

           “Fuck, how do you go from hating my guts to eating me out,” Y/N wanted to know.

    “Who cares, baby,” I answered, “just let me enjoy my feast.”

     Y/N rapidly nodded her head and I lapped up her moist opening. I went slow at first, but Y/N told me to stop teasing, so I went faster earning many loud moans from the newbie. She moaned my name plenty of times, holding on to my long hair as she came on my tongue with shakes and screams.

     “Damn, Newbie. I would’ve been doin’ this to ya much sooner if I had known that you were gonna taste so sweet and sound even sweeter.” I laughed while standing up in the tub.

      “Well, I would’ve let you do it sooner if I had known that your tongue was so powerf-” Y/N cut herself off when she saw my hard cock spring at my abs after I removed my briefs. “Holy shit,” she whispered, eyeing my dick, “you’ve got a mighty hammer there, Thor.”

    “Haha, thanks, Newbie.”

      Y/N groaned in annoyance. “When are you going to stop calling me that, Roman? You know that I’m great in the ring and I’ve beaten almost all of my opponents!”

   The whole time that Y/N was ranting, she was also looking at my naked body body up and down. She saw how my cock was dripping with pre-cum and licked her lips.

    “I’ll start callin’ you by your name once you prove to me that you can take this dick. Oh, and you can stop callin’ me Daddy while we fuck…unless of course you want to keep callin’ me Daddy.” A smirk made it’s way on to my face as Y/N made an ‘o’ shape with her mouth. “Now come on, Newbie, lets get started.”

   I helped Y/N wrap her legs around my waist and I was back in her glorious hole, but this time with my thick dick. When it got in her, the newbie gasped and asked me to give her some time to adjust to my size. Once she was ready, I slowly went in and out of her and both instantly moaned. I picked up the pace some after a few more slow thrusts, and I loooooved the way she felt around my cock. I told her that and she moaned while sucking on my neck.

    “I love the way you fill me up,” she finally said. “Your cock feels so fucking          good in me, Daddy.”

    “Mmm, I see you have no problem with still callin’ me Daddy, Newbie.”

    “Aw, fucking shiiiiit,” she moaned as I continued to pound into her and suckin’ on her nipples. “Can you blame me? You’re so fucking hot!”

     Y/N saying that got my motor running faster than before. So I made it so that Y/N’s back was right on the shower wall, picked up my pace and really pounded into her tight, wet pussy. God, it felt so fuckin’ good. My long hair got in my face and I so desperately needed to see the newbie’s sex face. So I flipped my hair over and saw her staring straight back at me with a tear falling down her cheek. I knew it was from pleasure, but I still felt the need to ask.

    “You okay, Baby-girl?”

      “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” she answered, out of breath. “You’re just really hitting my G-spot and it feels so fucking good and I -ah, shit!”

    I hit Y/N’s G-spot several more times, that’s how she cut herself off that time: cause she was enjoying my D too much. But I was enjoying her P just as much, maybe even more.

    “Come on, Newbie,” I growled, “cum all over my cock!” I told her that cause I knew that she was close; I could feel it. But I wanted her moans to be captured in my mouth, so I quickly put my mouth on hers and continued to thrust into her hole.

  Our tongues fought for dominance as we kissed and moaned in each other’s mouths. A few more thrusts later and I had the newbie shaking with pleasure. Her moans vibrating in my mouth added with her pussy pulsing around my cock had me cumming my own damn self.

    “Fuck, that was hot,” I said after I finished shooting my load in Y/N’s dripping pussy. I let Y/N back down and kissed her passionately on the lips.

   “I know, best sex ever,” Y/N replied. “But I took your dick. Hell, I loved taking it. So, I guess that means that you’re not gonna call me Newbie anymore, right?”

   I smirked at her before caressing her cheek. “That’s right, Y/N.” Her eyes lit up when I said her name. “Now lets get washed up and then go to bed together, Newbie.”

Yoongi x Reader Smut “Daddy”

Genre: Smut Smut Smut! 

Word Count: 2,634

Warnings: Smut! Oral (Both ways)! Daddy Kink! Hair Pulling! Spanking! Dom! Yoongi! Sub! Reader! Teacher x Student! Fingering! Masturbating!

A/N: Guys this is the first time I have EVER written smut! So please! Please PLEASE! TELL me what you think! I honestly am shitting myself because I don’t know if I’m good at writing smut! So please give me your honest opinions! Plus (cos I’m a pure soul) I don’t actually know that much about sex (position names etc) so please bare with me! (Sorry for any mistakes! I’ll edit it tomorrow! I’m just too tired!)

Requested By: @minsugagirl18

How you had gotten yourself into this mess you didn’t understand. Your English teacher, Mr Min had given you detention when he accused you of throwing a piece of paper at the back of his head. You wouldn’t of minded if you had done it, but it infuriated you that Mr Min didn’t have any evidence of the crime. At the same time, however, you were kind of glad. For about 2 years you had crushed on your English teacher, you just couldn’t help but have naughty thoughts about him late at night, while you pleasured yourself under your bed covers, suppressing your moans, trying hard not to wake up your family as you inserted your middle finger into your dripping entrance, coating it with your essence.

Tapping your pencil against your desk angrily, you impatiently waited for the bell to ring to indicate that school ended. You planned on getting out of school as quickly as possible because if you stayed with Mr Min for 2 hours of detention alone, you’d seriously loose your mind. With your bag already secretly packed, you had your left hand placed on the back of your chair, while the other was placed on your desk, pencil still in hand, ready to make a bolt for it.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you muttered under your breath, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. After about a minute, the bell rang and you almost ran out of the door. Running through the corridors you pushed through the sea of students pouring out of the classrooms down the hall. Taking a left turn to the main entrance your pace had picked up as you were not sprinting towards the door.

“Almost there,” you said to yourself, hope beginning to fill you up. It had all instantly disappeared however when a hand firmly grabbed your wrist, drawing you to a halt. Spinning around on your heel your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown orbs, glaring back at you.

“Not trying to get out of detention now are we, Miss (Surname)?” Mr Min’s low voice rang in your ears, causing you to subtly rub your thighs together. His voice always did that to you, no matter what the situation. The hallway was not mostly empty with about 6 or 7 students grabbing things out of their lockers or making their way out of the door.

Come with me,” he spoke quietly, almost as if he was trying to suggest something. Tugging at your wrist, semi-roughly he complied and followed behind him, to the detention room.

Upon reaching the room which just so happened to be his office, he pulled you inside the room, and locked the door, preventing you from escaping. Placing your hands on his desk, you took deep breaths, beginning to slightly freak out.

From behind you, Yoongi licked his lips, trying hard not to look and think about the way your skirt had raised up when you leant forward slightly to catch your breath. Clearing his throat, you manoeuvred around you and sat down in the computer chair opposite you.

“For the next 2 hours, you’ll be helping me sort out my exam papers for my students,” Mr Min explained coldly, sending chills down your spine. This hadn’t gone unnoticed as he raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong Miss (Surname)?”

“N-No, sir I’m just cold,” you coughed slightly through your sentence to clear your throat, as it had become harsh. 

“Very well,” Mr Min stood up out of his chair and made his way to the heater in his room. “I get that your legs are most likely cold from wearing your skirt, so I don’t have any objections to turning on my heater,” he replied as you gave a slight nod.

“Thank you, sir,” you mumbled, as you once again, rubbed your thighs together. 

“Now let’s get started,” he spoke sternly, as he made his way back to his chair and sat down. “You’ll start by counting each paper, making sure there is enough for every 3rd-year student, and there should be about 170,” Mr Min continued. Your jaw almost hit the floor, you could barely think just being in the same room as your teacher alone, now he wanted you to count.

“Yes sir,” you muttered as you leant over his desk you grab the papers. Yoongi couldn’t avert his eyes from your now exposed cleavage, as you bent over. That was the last straw, Yoongi was sick of waiting.

“Stop calling me that,” Yoongi’s voice lowered dangerously.

“Calling you what sir?” you asked, your eyes staring at him in confusion.

That. Stop calling me sir. I much prefer daddy,” Yoongi smirked when he noticed you had choked on air.

What!?” you asked as you began to back away slightly. Yoongi quickly took action, firmly gripping your wrist and pulling you forward again, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“You heard me. I want you to call me daddy, I’m tired of watching to strut around in your tight ass shirt, and short skirt, showing off your underwear every time you bend over in front of me. By break or lunch, I have to quickly make my way to the bathroom and relieve myself because of you,” he snapped, as he pulled you further onto the desk, while with his other hand, he pushed away all the papers.

“An hour and 30 minutes until your detention is over, that’s enough time,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he straddled your waist, keeping you from squirming around.

“S-Sir!” you squeaked. Yoongi glared at you, to which you instantly picked up on your mistake. “D-Daddy!” you rephrased as a smirk played at his lips. “I-I’m not sure about th-” you were cut off when Yoongi silenced you, crashing his lips onto yours.

Shocked you stared at him wide-eyed until he pulled away licking his lips hungrily.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he spoke breathlessly. Leaning down he planted his lips on your again, but this time you kissed him back, slightly startling Yoongi. Once again pulling away, you both panted loudly. 

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Yoongi muttered into your neck, the tent in his trousers becoming more painful by the second. Yoongi then began to attack your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, causing a moan to slip past your lips. 

“F-fuck daddy,” you moaned, your hands tightly gripping on his arms, as you felt yourself beginning to soak through your underwear. Yoongi quickly got off of you and laid right in between your legs. 

“Hmm, yes I want to hear how vocal I can make you. Be a good girl and do that for me,” Yoongi breathed into your neck, as his hands rested on your thighs and slowly raised your skirt up. His index fingers hooked themselves around the waistband on your underwear and slowly pulled them down, exposing your heat to a new temperature, making you shiver. Yoongi stepped back and admired your glistening core.

“Fuck you’re beautiful and so wet. Because you’ve been such a good girl, I guess I’ll reward you,” Yoongi growled as he knelt down in front on your heat. “You’ve teased me enough, now it’s my turn,” he muttered to himself, as he dipped his head down in licked a slow strip up your core. A rather loud moan erupted from your throat.

“F-fuck daddy!” you growled, as your hand travelled down to Yoongi’s hair and pulled it roughly. Yoongi moaned into your core, sending vibrations all throughout your body, and yet another moan escaped your lips.

“That’s it let me hear you,” Yoongi laughed, as your grip on his hair tightened.

“Daddy, p-p-please stop teasing me! I-I need you so badly,” you groaned in between.

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it,” Yoongi hummed continued to lick up your slit until he got to your clit. Lightly he sucked on it, as he brought his hand up to your entrance and slipped a finger past your folds and into you. Slowly, he pumped in and out of you, continuing to suck on your clit, only this time it was harder.

Placing your hand over your mouth, you tried your hardest to suppress your moans.

“If you dare try to keep quiet, I’ll make sure you get punished,” Yoongi snarled as he pulled away from your clit with a loud ‘pop.’ Instantly you pulled your hand away from your mouth and went back to gripping his hair.

“D-daddy I-I’m gonna-”

“Come for me then princess, I want to eat every last bit of you until your begging for me to stop,” Yoongi smirked, as he pulls his finger out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness in your core. But it was quickly replaced with his tongue.

After a few more licks, you groaned as you reached your high, and released into Yoongi’s mouth. He moaned when the warm liquid hit his tongue, as he swallowed and continued to lick you clean like he had promised.

Yoongi crawled back up to you and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself. A sudden burst of confidence came to you as you palmed Yoongi through his pants, making him hiss in pain.

“I think I should return the favour,” you muttered. Yoongi wasted no time to climb off of you and rid himself of his trousers and boxers, allowing you to stare at his length. He was much bigger than you had imagined, considering he was much shorter than the other teachers.

Slowly sitting up and climbing off the desk you knelt down in front of Yoongi and firmly gripped his cock, making him hiss once again. Carefully you ran your hand up and down his length a couple of time, before leaning forward and putting the top of his cock inside your mouth.

“Shit!” he growled, as he gripped your hair, making your moan, the vibrations causing him to pull your hair once again. Taking in more of his shaft you slowly bobbed your head up and down, your hand taking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Fuck you feel amazing! You’re a natural,” Yoongi complimented, kicking his head back in pleasure. “Touch yourself, I want to see you come undone as you suck me off,” Yoongi demanded. Quickly obeying his order, you used your other hand and started drawing quick circles on your clit lightly, making you moan once again. “Yes, just l-like that.”

“I’m close, j-just a little more princess,” Yoongi stuttered. Wasting no time, you went as quickly as you could, deep throating him, earning a pleasured moan from his as he released his seed into your mouth. With little to no effort, you swallowed his semen whole, and stuck out your tongue, showing Yoongi you had swallowed. 

“Get up, and bend over the desk,” Yoongi pointed behind you and you quickly followed his command. Leaning over the desk you shivered as you nipples came into contact with the cold desk. Yoongi stood behind you as he kneaded your ass, in an almost comforting manner.

A light gasp escaped your lips with Yoongi brought his hand back and slapped you across your ass, leaving a red mark on your right cheek. A whine left your lips as he struck your ass again, but harder.

“That’s right scream my name,” Yoongi smirked as he continuously spanked you.

“D-Daddy!” you spoke loudly, which satisfied Yoongi.

“That’s it baby girl, just like that. Now I want you to continue to be that vocal when I pound you into the desk. Are we clear?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. Nodding in reply Yoongi smirked as he positioned himself at your drenched entrance and slowly began to slip into you.

A moan slipped past both of your lips as Yoongi went deeper every second. Once fully inside of you, Yoongi waited for a second, allowing you to get used to his size.

“P-please move daddy,” you muttered. Yoongi smiled as he slowly pulled back, and suddenly slammed into you. Loud moans escaped your lips with each thrust. With one hand still on your hips, Yoongi brought his hand down to your sensitive clit and pinched it making you moan even louder. A few seconds later, Yoongi joined in with your moans, as he pounded into you. 

You whined loudly when Yoongi pulled out of you, making you feel empty. Lifting you up onto the desk and turning you around to face him, Yoongi grabbed your shirt and ripped it open, the buttons of your shirt flying to different parts of the room. He then pulled your bra off with one swift motion and leant forward to attach his lips to your left nipple, which his other hand pinched the other.

Melodic sounds fell from your mouth as Yoongi switched between your breasts every few minutes, giving each one of them the same amount of attention as the other. While doing this, Yoongi slipped back into you and firmly gripped your waist with his free hand.

“Touch yourself for me again,” Yoongi ordered. Quickly your hand slithered down your body and came into contact with your clit. Pinching it roughly you arched your back when Yoongi took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled at it.

“F-fuck!” you growled, you hand getting tangled in his hair once again as He mercilessly pounded into you. “I’m close!” you yelled.

“M-me too,” Yoongi muttered. After a couple more sloppy thrusts, you moaned loudly as you reached your high, coming once again other his length. A few minutes later Yoongi had finished and had almost collapsed on top on you.

Lazily, Yoongi stood up and grabbed a couple of wiped from his top desk drawer and cleaned you up, making you shiver in surprise at how cold it was.  After Yoongi had finished cleaning you up, he gently picked you up bridal style and sat you down in his computer chair.

Carefully he helped you get dressed, continuing to not say a word as you sat there and stared at him.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi finally spoke. “I stepped way out of line, and I shouldn’t have done any of that. You have my deepest apologies, I understand if you want to tell the principle,” Yoongi muttered sadly.

“Why would I tell the principle, I clearly wanted it,” you replied with a shrug as Yoongi looked up at you in surprise.

“Seriously?” he asked in disbelief, to which you nodded. A soft smile spread across his features as he stood up and got dressed. 

“You ripped my favourite shirt though,” you sighed in annoyance you stared at your shirt that lay on the floor in a crumpled heap.

“Sorry about that, here you can borrow an extra one that I keep in my wardrobe, you never know when something could happen,” Yoongi laughed. He quickly made his way over to the wardrobe and pulled out an oversized white shirt.

“Thank you,” you muttered, as you grabbed your bra also and pulled it over your head. “You know, I’ve actually had a thing for you for 2 years now, I was just too shy to say anything,” you spoke shyly, as you buttoned up the shirt, avoiding eye contact with Yoongi.

“Well you’re in luck because I’ve felt to same,” he chuckled when your head shot up and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Sorry I didn’t mention it sooner,” he laughed awkwardly. A warm smile played at your lips and you stood up, made your way towards him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, to which he returned it.

“I love you,” he muttered, making you nod in agreement.

“I love you too… si- I mean Daddy,” you replied shyly.

“Don’t worry love, you can call me Yoongi, only during sex do I get called Daddy,” he smirked as he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“So what do you say? Want a second round? We still have 45 minutes,” Yoongi suggested.

“Whatever you say… Daddy…”

Goodbye Kisses

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 3.5 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 (final)

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: He was scared…he was scared of losing you over one stupid kiss

Word Count: 2958

Warning: cursing

Originally posted by seokjohn

The sunlight along the horizon was wearing thin marking the beginning of dusk. It wasn’t that late into the night, but you had insisted for the boys to go home and get some needed rest. They did have promotions starting tomorrow, and you didn’t want them to be all tired out staying late at your house warming party. 

“Wah, noona. Thanks for having us.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples revealing themselves on his cheeks.

You pat his back as he and the other boys stand at your door ready to leave, “It’s no problem, Joon. You guys are welcome over any time now that I got a bigger place.”

“I mean, I guess Jin-hyung is free to come over whenever he likes am I right?” Hoseok joked, poking Jin teasingly, “Hmm, I wonder if we should leave without Jin-hyung. Let the two love birds break in the apartment, what do ya think?”

Jin and you stand there, awkward with heat rushing to both your faces. Jungkook could sense the discomfort Hoseok’s joke was causing you,

“C’mon, hyung. Quit joking around.”

Hoseok looked at Jungkook with his trademark ‘nope’ face, “What? I was just kidding.” 

“Anyways, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome. Plus we got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” Yoongi butt in. Namjoon agreed with him and began to shoo the other members out of the house. Jin was the last to file out of your newly bought apartment, but before he could step out the door you pull his arm,

“Wait, Jinnie. I think you forgot something.” Jin was wide-eyed with confusion. He looked around and in his bag, but he was still confused,

“I think I have everything, jagi-ah.” 

“Oh really?” You smile and stand on your toes leaning so that your lips could collide with his. However, Jin, in a small panic, takes a step back just as you were about to kiss him. You blinked rapidly, obviously consumed with disappointed at his reluctance to give you a goodbye kiss. 

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Be gentle baby

Requests from Anonymous: Can I please request a smut with simon d? and Can I request a Simon d smut in a recording room and didnt know that it was being recorded. 

You’re watching Simon in the recording booth, he was doing some recordings for Loco’s new song. You’re watching him sing into the microphone and you were mesmerised by the way his lips moved and looked. They were close to the microphone, yet were not touching. His veins in his neck were visible and you always love seeing this.

Simon could see you literally drooling over him from behind the glass windows so he gestured you to come in. You didn’t say no, of course. 

“What do you think of the song? Or were you too busy eye fucking me?” he asked as he pulled you in by the waist.

“To be honest, I lost interest in the song an hour ago”.

He leaned in and gave you a long and hard kiss. Your arms made their way to his neck and slowly Simon made his way down your neck. He placed short kisses on your neck but then he began to bite the sensitive part of your neck. Just above the collarbone. 

“We have a wedding tomorrow and I’m wearing a strapless dress. No marks, baby”.

Simon pulled away from your neck and rolled his eyes at you. You smiled at him as he pushed you towards the sofa that was in the room. Simon sat on the sofa and you sat on his lap. He pulled your body closer to him. 

“Baby, I can’t get any closer to you,” you laughed. 

Simon simply let out a grin and proceeded to take off your dress. He threw it aside and took no time to start kissing your chest. You let out soft moans every time his lips left your chest. 

“Is it okay if I leave marks here, babe?” Simon asked as he continued to kiss you. 

“You can leave marks anywhere below my shoulders”.

“Good, now let’s take this bra off”.

Simon took it off and threw aside where your dress was. You wrapped his head around your chest as he continued to kiss and suck on the sensitive areas of your chest. Besides kissing your chest, Simon’s hand wandered to your soaking wet core. He ran his fingers up and down you and you began to ride against his fingers. 

As you felt his gentle, yet forceful, kisses on your chest you couldn’t help but to feel him growing between your legs. Feeling this, you pushed yourself down on him and Simon let out a moan. You released him head and you smiled down at him. Slowly, you moved down him all without losing eye contact with him. When you got on your knees, Simon spread his legs apart so that you had enough room. He smiled down at you and began to unbuckle his belt. Once the belt was undone, you reached for the button and zipper of the jeans then pulled his pants down. You tossed them aside. 

“Be gentle with the goods, baby,” Simon smirked as he sat on the sofa with only his boxers on. 

“Gentle? I’ve never heard that one before. You always told me to hard and fast on you,” you say to him.

You ran your palm over his bulge and Simon tilted his head back. 

“Fuck..”

“You like that, don’t you?” you teased him by continuing to run the palms all over him.

“Don’t tease me too much, [Y/N]. You know what happens if you do”.

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “What are you going to do baby?”

“I’ll fuck so hard tonight that we won’t be able to walk for days”.

“Hmm, I guess that’s a win win for me, babe,” you say as you pulled his boxers down and smiled at his ‘goods’.

You reached for it and gently stroke it with your your hands. Simon was now letting out soft grunts. Seeing as you have teased him enough, you began to lick his pre-cum. You looked up at him and saw him smiling at you. You stroke him a couple more times before putting your lips on his tip and swallowed him whole. Simon let out a loud groan. 

You continued to go up and down on him as he watched you from above. 

“Shit babe…”

Simon began to hold onto your head and began to slowly thrust in you. You could feel him deep in your throat and with every thrust you could feel and see him getting close. 

“Shit babe, I’m so close…”

Hearing this, you move your lips up and down much faster. The room was filled with Simon’s grunts and moans. 

“Fuck baby..”

You decide to change things so you started to use your hands. You stroke him up and down and Simon’s grunts and moans were louder. He was about to come.

“Fuckkkk..”

Just as he was about to come, you put your mouth over him again and let him finish in your mouth. You could feel his warmth filling your mouth and you looked up at him, he smiled as you swallowed his warmth. Simon reached down to put your back behind your ears and you climbed back on top of him.

“Was I gentle enough, babe?” you asked him.

Simon let out a small laugh as he wiped the corners of your mouth, “you did good baby”. Simon then grabbed your waist to lay you down on the sofa. His hands began to wander again towards your wet core. You let out soft moans but then you remembered something.

“Do you have a condom, babe?”

“Shit I don’t.. I have some in my bag but it’s in the car”.

“So…shall we continue this in the car?”

The next day..

Gray and Loco came into the office early to pick Gray’s laptop since everything that was recorded in the recording room was in sync with Gray’s laptop. They were going to have Jay listen to it before making the necessary changes. 

Gray turned on his laptop and noticed the recording that Simon did was about 30 minutes long. 

“Hey Loco, Simon must have recorded it a million times. It’s like 30 minutes long,” Gray noted. 

“Really? He was probably making sure he did it perfect,” Loco responded.

Gray clicked on the track and heard the first few minutes of it. 

“He rapped this part really well,” Gray commented and Loco nodded his head in agreement. Then Gray skipped the track forward a bit.

Be gentle with the goods, baby /  Gentle? I’ve never heard that one before. You always told me to hard and fast on you.

“Isn’t that [Y/N]’s voice?” Gray asked Loco

“Yeah, what are they doing?” Loco questioned Gray back.

Gray skipped the track again.

Shit babe, I’m so close / Fuck baby

Gray and Loco exchanged looks and they knew what they had just heard. Loco shut the laptop screen but the track was still playing.

“It doesn’t work like that, Loco!,” Gray yelled out.

 Was I gentle enough, babe? /  You did good baby

Gray opened the laptop and hit the space bar to pause the track.

“What are you two doing in here so early?” Simon was standing at the doorway watching the two fumble around the laptop. Gray and Loco looked at him and burst out laughing.

  • Aoi: hmm 🤔
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serving freshly popped popcorn in a container shaped like POH-San is such a novel idea, huh. they have like caramel flavor. you can even use the strap to wear the container on your neck 😂
  • Aoi: we also have hats shaped like honey pots, not bad...🤔
  • Aoi: hey, stop using photo editing softwares to remove the visual kei make up and uploading the photos looking all natural (lol) seriously, if you guys do that kinda stuff, I guess from now on official promo photos should be more than enough for you 😌
So much going on- OBSABH chapter 4

You kill the lights, I’ll draw the blinds (this is bad advice.  I have already tried both of those and my kids are still yelling and smacking each other and will not go the fuck to sleep)

Guess what?  I had started this off with ‘I don’t have that much to say about this chapter’ but then I wrote this and thought hmm, looks like I kind of do, so… let’s get down to business. There are a few themes I picked out from this chapter:

Confused

Everyone is really confused at this point.  There’s a lot of transition going on right now in terms of both Yuuri’s and Viktor’s feelings. Kaz’s ask answers pinpoint the end of this chapter as the point when Yuuri has really fallen in love with Viktor (unless I remember wrong?  Feel free to correct me if anyone knows differently).  We know he’s still a long way from realising this, but his feelings have definitely changed.  And Viktor? Well his feelings are just all over the place.  He still loves Yuuri and he’s not trying to change that, but he’s trying to content himself with their relationship being nothing but casual sex.  He’s not doing very well at this, and to be honest he doesn’t really seem to be pursuing this idea with much conviction.  He tells himself that he’s going to be content, but telling yourself and it actually being true are two different things, and it never seems like he really believes it.  He gets such mixed signals from Yuuri (because Yuuri doesn’t know his own feelings, let along Viktor’s) that it’s hardly surprising.  It’s all very… complicated.

Exploring don’t talk

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Who Would’ve Thought?

Summary: Mandy and Lip drag Ian, the most well behaved kid on earth, to a party. They play truth and dare, and everyone is shocked by the sudden things happening between Ian and Mickey.

Word Count: 1784

Notes: This is another request from my messages. I loved this!!


Ian quietly walked into the party that was being hosted by one of his classmates. He was surprised that he was even invited due to the fact that he only talks to Lip and Mandy. He wasn’t sure why he came, being that he wasn’t a drinker or anything like that, but he was hoping to break out of his shell a little bit.

Ian’s eyes immediately landed on Mandy’s brother, Mickey. He’d only ever spoken to him in passing at the Milkovich house. No one outright goes to speak to him; everyone knows that that boy is the scariest and most threatening thug on the Southside of Chicago. Mickey was hot though, so fucking hot, and there had once been rumors going around that he was gay, but they were quickly shut down. Despite the fact that everyone knew Ian was gay, the Gallagher boy had a big secret of having the biggest crush on Mickey.

Mandy and Lip started to drink, but of course, Ian did not. He just watched. Suddenly, Mandy came over to him. “Ian! Come play truth or dare with us,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the group of people that her and Lip were previously in.

“No, Mands, it’s okay. I’m havin’ fun so far,” he lied despite that fact that he had only been there for about ten minutes.

Mandy ignored his claim, and pulled him harder, especially when Lip came over to them. “C’mon, man,” the older Gallagher brother said as he approached them. “It’ll be fun.”

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Queenie’s Matchmaking 101 (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by xrobbiexkayx

Request:  Could you pretty please write one where Queenie (probs didn’t spell that correctly) reads both the reader and Newt’s minds and ends up confessing their attraction for one another in front of everyone at dinner? Then the reader and Newt have to leave and end up ranting about how incredibly embarrassing it was until they both stop and realize that it doesn’t matter and they should just act on their feelings. Idk if that’s confusing or not sorry 😅  - Anon

Got a bit carried away again (aka this is actual trash)


You and Newt Scamander were completely in love with each other.  You had been for about two months now, but neither of you said anything about it.  You had first met Newt when your best friend and fellow auror Tina Goldstein told you she needed help on a case involving a bunch of magical creatures loose around New York City.  What she didn’t mention, however, was that the man who owned the magical creatures was flipping A D O R A B L E.  (You also got to witness the sexy mating dance firsthand).

Today, Queenie decided to invite: you, Newt, and Jacob over for dinner.  You all hadn’t seen each other in about two weeks, so everyone was talking and simply catching up with each other as they ate the delicious dinner Queenie had prepared.  

Everything was going great.  The food was amazing, everyone was nice; it was all perfect.  Except for the fact that you and Newt would awkwardly make eye contact every now and then.  Nobody else seemed to notice, but naturally, the legilimen did.  

Queenie read Newt’s mind and let out a happy squeal, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and stare at her.

“Uh, Queenie, what is it?” Tina asked.

Queenie smiled.  “Well, it appears our friend Newt here fancies Y/N!”

Newt blushed the deepest shade of red.  “W-well uh—you se–!”

Queenie interrupted him.  “Oh, honey don’t worry!  Y/N thinks you’re handsome as well,” she said happily after reading your mind.

You dropped your fork causing it to clatter against your plate, and your cheeks turned the same shade of Newt’s entire face.  “Queenie!”

Tina and Jacob sat back and laughed together.  “Well, you two would make an adorable couple!” Jacob said.

You pulled your cloth napkin off of your lap and threw it onto your plate.  You stood up, your chair screeching as it slid against the floor.  “I—uh—ought to be going now.”

Newt followed.  “Er, I should, too.  Can’t leave my creatures alone for much longer.”

Tina raised her eyebrows.  You did too.

You walked over to the front door, grabbing your coat from the coat rack and heading out the door; Newt not too far behind.  You immediately began the walk to the next block where your apartment was.  But, being a nice person, you let Newt catch up with you.

After about three minutes of no words between the two of you, you finally decided to speak up.  “Well. That was interesting.”

“Yes… very much so.”

You groaned.  “Queenie sure does know how to embarrass somebody, doesn’t she?”

He nodded and sighed.  “Well, she can read minds.  I imagine she would use it to her advantage.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Don’t like being embarrassed much, do you?”

You nodded.

“Yes, we have that in common.”

You stopped in your tracks once you arrived at the front of your apartment.  Newt insisted on making sure you got to your apartment safely.  “Screw it,” you mumbled.

Newt stopped too.  “What?”

You turned and grabbed his bow tie, yanking him towards you, crashing your lips onto his. Surprisingly, he reacted immediately as if it were a natural action, bringing his hands down to your waist. You didn’t care you were in public, all that mattered to you right now was that Newt was yours.

Once you both pulled away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.  “I guess we have something to thank Queenie for now, don’t we?” he said grinning.

You laughed.  “Indeed we do, Newt.  Turns out she can use her mind-reading skill to make something wonderful happen, huh?” Newt nodded.  “Hmm, maybe we’ll have to get her a gift of some sort?”

Newt thought for a moment.  “I think snogging in front of her will do.”


Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!