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Don't Worry I’ll Help You (M)

Ayoooo Its our first smut on here! I honestly think this was so short and horrible but I wanna know what you the readers think so feedback is amazing and I would like to hear.-Admin Jungbooty

Warnings: smut (duh) dirty talk?, public teasing.

Word Count:472


Every class you had in college was a drag, except Lit 108 which you had a class with your amazingly handsome boyfriend, Park Jimin.


As you started walking to your lit class from your other class you felt happy to see Jimin for some reason when you saw him last night for your movie date. You walked, took your seat and got out the stuff needed for today’s lecture. “Hey beautiful.” You heard from beside you. You turned your head to see Jimin giving you the cutest smile that you so dearly loved. “Hi Jiminie.” You said and gave him a quick peck on the cheek without anyone noticing.


Almost half way into the lecture about Jane Austin’s book you felt yourself getting bored. You leaned over to your right where Jimin was sitting and whispered in his ear, “Jiminie I’m bored I don’t think I can make it through the rest of this.” “Don’t worry babe I’ll help you.” Jimin said with a big smirk on his face.


While trying not to fall asleep you suddenly felt a hand on your thigh, which you knew was Jimin’s hand because no one was sitting beside you on your left. “Jimin what are you doing?” You whispered to him as his hand got higher. “I’m helping you stay awake baby girl, so just sit there and relax,” He whispered back as his fingers started unbuttoning your shorts. You knew your face was bright red, how could it not when your boyfriend was about to finger you in class.


You felt his fingers play with the hem of your panties. He was teasing you and he knew this was your least favorite thing because you’re an impatient person. You felt his fingers get lower and lower to where he started rubbing circles on your clit. As you looked around to see if anyone was watching, you realized they were all to engrossed in the lecture. Jimin started rubbing faster, honestly you thought you could come right there. You tried hard to silence your moans but couldn’t help let one small one out, hoping no one heard you, you heard Jimin let out a low chuckle so you looked over at him and he just smiled at you like nothing was happing.

“Jimin please” You pleaded to him. You felt his fingers circling your entrance “Tell me how much you want my fingers in you?” He whispered to you. “So much Jimin please I want them badly.” You whined. He smiled at you and pulled his fingers out of your panties and gave you one quick glance before gathering his things up.

“All right class dismissed, see you guys tomorrow for the assignment. That fucking Park Jimin you thought as you tried to button up your shorts and gather your things to run after him.    


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Job AUs

Part 1 | Part 2

General

  • ‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot never mind please do come in’ AU
  • 'I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me’ AU
  • ‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my purchases I swear I’m not using these for their intended purpose’ au
  • ‘Why does this cost TEN DOLLARS THIS IS AN OUTRAGE’ AU

Hairdresser AU

  • ‘You’re my regular customer and I’m in love with the feel of your hair’ AU
  • “Rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’ AU

Gift store AU

  • 'Why the fuck are you choosing that for a gift to your crush’ AU
  • ‘You walk in and offer to pay me to wrap your gifts’ AU


Florist AU

  • ‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’ AU
  • ‘I work part-time in a flower shop and you keep asking me about what this flower means in flower language and I honestly don’t know so you end up giving me a lesson’ AU


Jewellery shop AU

  • 'You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you loaded to the gills what the fuck man’ AU
  • ‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU

Coffee Shop AU

  • I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU
  • 'You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU
  • 'You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU
  • 'Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ AU


Bakery AU

  • 'Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your appearance but i still think that’s really cute’ AU
  • 'Every morning you walk in and inhale deeply then walk back out seriously just buy something already’ AU 


Drug Store/Chemist AU

  • 'You embarrassedly place your items into the counter so I call a price check just to make you feel more awkward, but it turns out one of your items were actually overpriced’ AU


Bartender AU

  • 'You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink’ AU
  • ‘I ask you to concoct something from all the ingredients on the list i gave you and it ends up tasting so horrible and wrong that i can’t stop laughing’ AU


Teacher AU

  • We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three years’ AU
  • 'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU

Writer AU

  • I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m doing okay’ AU


Fast food Chain AU

  • ‘You just ordered a smile and I look at you like you’re batshit insane before bursting out into laughter’ AU
  • ‘You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone’ AU
  • ‘We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you’ve prepared several empty bottles what the fuck’ AU

Corner Shop AU

  • ‘I see you come in here every day to buy the same drink and one day I leave a message on the bottle’ AU
  • ‘You run in looking really panicked and you ask for 6 gallons of milk why’ AU

 

Restaurant AU

  • ‘You’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ AU
  • ‘You’ve always been a good cook so I encouraged your start your own restaurant and seven years down the track you own one of the most successful businesses’ AU

Idol/Manger AU

  • ‘I’m your manager and holy shit you have crazy fans’ AU
  • ‘You’re an idol and you got the lead role in a romance drama and you practice at my expense’ AU
  • ‘Can you please act appropriately do you know just how many of your fuck ups I’ve had to cover up last week’ AU 


Firefighter AU

  • ‘You’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ AU
  • No that’s impossible how the fuck did you manage to get it to catch fire?!” AU

Sex Line Operator AU

  • ‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU
  • ‘I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ AU

And Finally:

  • You’re a drug lord and I think I’ve just walked into your drug den’ AU

sorry not sorry

As horrible as I feel about manipulating others. I can’t help how much I love making other people so unstable to my words.
—  Coral-vellichor

It takes some time to put them up at home, and they have to go on the ceiling because his room doesn’t have beams to accommodate them, but Akira stretches up on his tiptoes and presses another little star onto the ceiling above his bed.

There are two quick knocks against his bedroom door, and then his mother is peering in. “We’re going out to–” She stops, looks at the stars on the ceiling as Akira carefully climbs down from where he’s standing on the mattress. “Akira. Don’t put those up. They’ll leave residue when you take them down.”

“Sorry.” He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at her, hand curling around the remaining stars lying on his bed.

Her lips are pinched into a frown, and she sighs before continuing. “We’re going out. We won’t be back until late, so don’t wait up.”

Akira nods. “Have a good time.”

She leaves the door open when she leaves, and Akira waits until he hears the car start outside before he goes to close it. She doesn’t do it on purpose, he’s sure. She just hasn’t lived with him for a year. She doesn’t know what he’s been through. She never will.

He looks across the room, looks at the stars scattered about his ceiling. He has no intention of taking them down.

He finishes putting them up instead, and turns the light off when he’s finished. They’ve been collecting just enough light that they glow faintly in the almost darkness. It reminds him of Leblanc. It reminds him of the planetarium. It reminds him of the place that has come to feel like home itself, and the people that have come to feel like family, and more.

Why is it, he wonders, that that almost feels better than what he has here?

He misses them, that’s all. He had missed his parents and friends here at first, too. The hollow feeling in his chest will soothe over in time.

Besides, it’s not as though they’re gone forever or anything.

Akira reaches for his phone off the desk and snaps a picture. It’s of him, in that almost darkness, with the stars barely visible in the picture. He tests out some filters and decides against it, sending the photo as is. It’s imperfect, but honest. No more masks. Of any kind.

He’s barely settled back into bed to gaze up at the stars before his phone chirps. He picks it up from the bed and pushes his glasses up his nose to read it better.

Now that IS a true work of art.

He only just stifles his laugh.

No, they aren’t gone forever. They are still with him, even after the end. Even after they have no reason to be, they are still there. He is still there.

Akira smiles, closes his eyes. Rests his phone on his chest and places his hands over it protectively.

anonymous asked:

Supercorp prompt: Lena invited to Ellen show and is questioned about her relationship with Kara Danvers after their CatCo date

This is short and sweet, but I wanted to get back in the swing of it! Feels like it’s been forever! Also, it’s been a while since I’ve watched any Ellen, so she may be a little out of character!

Gal Pals

“So, Lena, I know we’re here to talk about your company’s latest developments in healthcare technology, but before I let you go, I just have one thing.”

Ellen’s words send a ball of lead sinking to her gut.

Of course she isn’t going to make it through an entire interview without her family being brought up.

Of course making healthcare advancements that will save literally hundreds of thousands of lives isn’t going to distract from her family name.

Of course she’s still a Luthor.

“Actually, I have some pictures.”

Ellen’s smirk should be a giveaway, but she isn’t paying attention - too distracted by trying to figure out what her family could have possibly done now.

And why did they have to let it be captured on film?

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Black birds.


Creatures reduced to dust and decay.


Black moons.


Prophecies broken like the Mirror of Erised.

Each and every shard hollowed him out a bit more and it h u r t. Never mind. Too far gone.


Black skies.


Screams tearing through the air like prayers.


Black light.


Bodies swaying to eerie songs.


Black.


Nothing like the Fates had foretold.


Everything Black.


Green eyes watching the wards around Hogwarts fall with triumphant laughter.


Black heart.


His fragmented soul wailing with emptiness and horror.


Black diamonds.


Magic spilling from his fingertips like diamonds in the rough.


Black out.


There is only v o i d inside his chest and he thinks something is supposed to be beating there.

Never mind. It isn’t important anyway.


Black.


Slightest hesitation when his wand is leveled at a crying face. It stirs something akin to panic, pain and longing inside of him.

No, never mind that. He doesn’t remember. There’s only void.


All black.


Green lightning strikes home.

Something feels awfully wrong. Never mind, he’s just imagining things again.


Everything black.


He moves on.
Destruction is absolute.

- Dark!Harry Potter [Song!fic + Aesthetic]
Date Night

Penny comes home to a quiet apartment on Friday night.

Word count: 802

Penny

I open the door and see Simon’s head where it shouldn’t be: the couch.

“Did your date get canceled?” I call from the doorway. He shrugs with a small smile and points down at the couch.

I make my way over to him, dropping my bags in a trail along the floor. My back is going to hunch like an old lady by the time I’m thirty because I always take half the apartment with me when I leave for class. My shoes hit the couch with a thud as I fling them off.

I regret making all the noise because now I see that Simon isn’t alone on the couch.

Baz is curled up with his head in Simon’s lap, eyes peacefully closed and resting. Simon uses one hand to balance a textbook on the arm of the couch, and the other hand is holding Baz’s. He must have fallen asleep like that.

“He fell asleep as soon as he got here,” Simon whispers.

“He must be exhausted. Isn’t he taking more than a full course load this quarter?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad he’s getting some sleep.”

“Yeah,” sighs Simon. “How was your lecture? Did you teacher give back your paper yet?”

“No.” It sweet of Simon to remember, because he really doesn’t have to. He still keeps up with what’s going on in my classes, even though we’re not in the same ones anymore.

We’re talking in hushed tones, and Simon closes his textbook to run his fingers across Baz’s hair. I don’t know if he’s consciously doing this, or if it’s a habit his hands have learned to do on their own. “Lecture was good, though,” I say. “I got in a fight.”

“With the usual girl?”

“Yeah, the Tory. I gave her such a good smack down. A few people clapped.”

I grab the blanket we keep near the couch and lay it over Baz. It’s the big blue one with down inside and it’s also his favorite—I can’t believe I know this. I never thought I’d have a future where I would know Baz Pitch’s blanket preferences.

“You’re going to become friends with her one day,” Simon tells me.

I roll my eyes. “Not all of us make peace with our enemies by snogging them, Simon.”

He grins at that and looks down at Baz, and I see him get lost for a bit. I give them hell for their stupid flirting, mostly because it pales to moments like this. Quiet moments, when they both find some peace by being together. I wonder how long he’s been bound to this couch, trying not to disturb his sleeping boyfriend.

They were supposed to go to a fancy restaurant tonight, and Simon put a lot of effort into getting a reservation. I don’t think Simon cares that they’re missing it. With the way Simon is looking at Baz right now, I think that this is Simon’s idea of a date. Spending time close to each other, making sure they’re taking care of themselves. Staying inside, away from the pressures of the city. Inside, where Baz can fall asleep on Simon’s lap when he needs, and Simon can play with his hair.

“You guys are sweet,” I say. Simon rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “Let’s get take out when he wakes up.”

There’s quiet for a few nice moments, but then I look at Baz and find that he’s looking at me.

“I’m not asleep anymore, Bunce.” The tosser. He heard me.

“Good morning, love,” says Simon. I think Baz would start poking fun at me, but he responds to Simon’s voice like a call, immediately turning to look at him. Everything about Baz changes when Simon calls him ‘love’. They’re getting lost in staring at each other.

“It’s still the evening, Snow,” Baz protests. He pulls Simon’s hand from his hair, kisses it, then holds it to his chest.

I make a big show of groaning and loudly place our food order, but I’m happy for them. There are so many times that we could have fallen apart, but we haven’t. Not yet. And I don’t think we will. I think we’re going to keep on getting through this.

I hang up the phone and am forced shove a pillow in their faces because they’re snogging. Already.

“But I thought we were sweet, Pen,” says Baz, and I smack him with a pillow again, then jump on the couch to sit between them, the three of us nestled under the blanket, hiding from the world and waiting for our food to arrive. It’s such a lame way to spend Friday night, but it’s what we usually do. I think we earned this, after everything. 

Above me, I hear a wet smacking sound. Being short is horrible, sometimes.

“I swear, if you are snogging directly above my own head I will invent a new spell so horrible you will never recover.”

I feel them break apart from either side of me. Baz laughs, but his voice still sounds sleepy when he speaks to me. “Tell me about the smack down you gave at lecture today. And from the beginning, your lecture stories are always epic.”

They are epic. But still, it’s nice to hear it from him. I start from the top.

The quality is so crappy :,D(FLASH WARNING)

Welp, enjoy my horrible short gif inspired by one of @superyoumna​ ‘s bendy animation. Heck, this was also drawn with a mouse cuz my Wacom tablet isn’t workin anymore..OLD CANT BE USED ON  MODERN XC

Ok, now im becoming obsessed with Bendy xc

Probably Fandroid would be next

I DO NOT OWN BENDY, IT BELONGS TO ITSMEATLY(??)

Time taken: 2 days

For the third time that twenty-minute call, Katara promised her father she would be careful. And then again, a fourth time, to her brother, listening in on the other line. They sounded worried, despite their words stating their pride in her and her work, and so she tried to keep her voice even, steady. After the months she had been through, keeping a smooth voice in a high tension environment had become something of a talent of hers and so it was easy.

“I have to go,” she told them after hearing the ding of her alarm. Break over. “I love you guys.”

“We love you, too,” Hakoda told her. “Be careful.”

“I will.”

“Call tonight! I mean it! Don’t fall asleep again!”

“Goodbye, Sokka.”

She hung up. She felt both relieved to be off the phone and strangely scraped with loneliness.  The way she always felt now after calls home. It was getting easier, though, being so far. On the other side of the world. It was hard, lonely, frightening at first. Now, mostly, it was tiring, trying.

And satisfying. Among the stress, and pressure, and sleepless nights, there was satisfaction, when her patients woke up, when she was able to see a patient walk out the clinic, or a mother hold her child for the first time. The satisfaction kept her going. It had to. The pay was bad, and the nights long, and the hours even longer, but the satisfaction worthy.

So, swallowing down her last mouthful of coffee, it was back to work, down the clean, white clinic hallways.

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“No. It’s only because you’re here,” Draco drawled.

               She snorted in amusement and a reluctant smirk tugged at his lips.

               It wasn’t on purpose that Draco Malfoy was sharing his afternoon with the youngest Weasley. She had sat down at his table uninvited over an hour ago, a camera clutched in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, talking to him as though they were old friends—which they certainly weren’t. At first, he had spent plenty of energy trying to force her to leave him be but he had accepted defeat long ago. The daft girl wanted to sit and talk to him and nothing he did would change her mind, though he had tried it all; threatening her made her talk louder, ignoring her made her more determined to get his attention, and insulting her made her laugh.

                The most annoying part of this was that if he took too long to respond to her she’d begin taking pictures of him.

“What do you plan on doing with those photographs of me?” he asked warily.

“Come now, Malfoy, I have to prove that you were willing to spend time with me somehow,” she answered with a grin.

               Draco blinked in surprise.

“But I’m rather unwilling,” he pointed out. “Or have you not picked up on that?”

               Her face brightened but she didn’t reply.

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In which Draco Malfoy finds himself on dates with Ginny Weasley, whether he likes it or not: date one

Date two, date three

Cole Sprouse Smut | Lights on

Count of words: 533

Warnings: sexual…  (I’m stupid lol but yeah it’s sexual)

A/N:sorry it’s short and horrible.. I tryied.. this is my first actuall smut ever so yeah….

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anonymous asked:

can you do a Cole Sprouse fluffyish smut? thanks!!

 

It was all the little details about her that Cole could never help but adore. The way her hips swayed unwillingly but smoothly, the way her lips met his, the way her eyes would never leave his, the way her skin felt against him.

He always said she looked wonderful fully clothed, even if it was a pair of old sweatpants and a random t-shirt she found in the pile of clothes laying in her room, but he would say it way more when she would be laying on bed with her body bare underneath him, letting him kiss the warm skin. He would never try to come up too strong whenever he said it but it was obvious that he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t hide how much he adored the way her dresses looked when she was walking or how her pj’s made her look adorable every time he saw her in the morning.

He would always take it slow, start kissing her softly and slowly moving his hands to all the right places. Each time the love they were making was all about exploring each other. He would roam his big delicate hands along her back and take in every single curve of it. Afterwards he would start kissing along her jaw towards her neck moving down do her sweet spot. He would stay there for a while slightly biting the soft skin till he saw that a purplish mark was showing. When he would be satisfied with his job he would move forward. Their clothing would suddenly become a burden and so it would find its way to the bedroom, or any room, floor. And then is when the fun would begin. He would slowly make his way down where she needed him the most but he wouldn’t miss on the opportunity to tease her. He could hold onto her hips, thumps pressed close to her core as he could carefully create the same purplish spots on her breasts as he would kiss the marks after he was done. Then he would move down to her stomach, never forgetting to remind her how beautiful she was with all her little imperfections. He would always smile when she would let out sweet noises that let him know he should stop with the teasing and move on to giving her pleasure.

He would slowly open her legs and position his body between them. He would start kissing her and then with a slow thrust he would enter inside of her. Slow thrusts were always the way to go, slightly torturing her as he would then slowly pick up his pace. Her eyes would close shut, her lips would be parted and her back ached as she would finally reach her high. A sincere smile would be plastered on Cole’s face as he would ride of her high, his following.

After the intense act between them, they would both lay on the bed, tangled with each other as her head would find its way on his chest listening to his heartbeat and his hand stroking her hair. Fast enough after that they would both be sleeping, there, in each others arms.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a cute scenario where the reader is Sebastian's s/o and she also acts as a mother figure to Ciel? Thank You 😊

“Ciel! Wait!”

“what?”

Clearly exasperated, Ciel turned around, watching you running (”totally only powerwalking!”) towards you.

“What is it now, yn?”

“You forgot your scarf!”, you whispered, putting it around his shoulders.
“And that means?”, he frowned, trying his best not to pout.
“That you could get sick!”, kissing his forehead
Ciel rejoiced, however you could see the small smile and the softening on his eyes.
“And of what concern is it to you if I get sick?”
You smiled, trying to play it cute and innocent. “I would have less time to spend with my dear Sebastian”

Sebastian, who came up behind you, smiled, but a hand on your shoulder and kissed your cheek.

“And we can’t have that have that, now can we?”, he added, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Ciel grimaced.

“You’re….gross”, earning a small chuckle from you.

Why was he stuck with you two? But, he guessed, it was better like this than alone.