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Handyman

Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

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Grammys: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Sorry this one’s kinda short, I just did a little drabble (but it’s longer than a series chapter) let me know if you want a part two maybe and I’ll whip something up ok love you guys!!! And btw some of these requests I’ve been getting lately are super amazing I love em I love you xoxo

Anonymous said:
Hi! Can I request a josh dun x reader where they’re at the Grammys and Josh goes with her and he is very happy to show her girlfriend to the world? Please 😁

*female reader

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you examined your dress, your makeup, your hair, everything about you. You had to look perfect. There would be millions of people watching you, eyes fixed on you, giving you the title of the girlfriend belonging to the one and only Joshua William Dun of Twenty One Pilots. And completely honest, you were not ready at all. Josh was handsome and hot and talented and famous and you were, well, you. Your smile faded away as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to take a deep breath and search for that lost self-confidence, closing your eyes and beginning to tell yourself you looked just fine when you felt two arms wrap around you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before resting on your shoulder and whispering in your ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous, y/n,” Josh murmured quietly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “Damn I don’t think I’m going to let you leave the house looking like that.”

“Whatever,” you giggled, turning around and looking up at him, both of you sharing a rather passionate kiss. When you pulled away, you stared into your eyes. “Really? I look okay?”

“Okay?” he raised his eyebrows. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You sure?” you insisted.

“I swear,” he chuckled. “Gosh, I have to give it to Jenna, you do look really amazing in yellow.” It had been Tyler’s idea for the two of you to wear bright yellow dresses to match Josh’s new hair. While you seemed a little skeptical at first, Jenna insisted, saying it complimented your eyes, and even dragged you out to a shop for the day to go searching for the perfect one for you.

“The dress looks like Belle’s from Beauty and the Beast,” you nodded, twirling around in it once, the fabric flowing around your legs and Josh’s smile grew even wider.

“Exactly,” he grinned. “You’re a princess.”

“More like the beast,” you teased.

“Oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes, pulling you into a huge hug. “I’m not lying when I say you look like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re too kind,” you smirked. “Now come on. Let’s hurry over there and kick butt! I bet you’re going to win more than one!”

“We’re lucky if we win one,” he laughed. “But I agree, we should head over.”

When you were both driving to the venue, you could feel something was off. Josh kept biting his lower lip, knuckles turning white because he was clenching the steering wheel too hard, or constantly darting his eyes around nervously. “You okay, babe?” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh?” he whipped his head around to look at you when he reached a stop light. “I’m okay.”

“You look nervous as hell,” you softened your eyes.

“I am,” he admitted. “I’m scared to death.”

“Don’t worry,” you soothed. “You look amazing, your music sounds amazing, and you guys are amazing. I know you’ll win.”

“Yeah, but everyone will be staring at me,” he mumbled. “A million eyes all watching me if I go up on that stage. Even if I don’t. I have this bright yellow hair and these gages and-”

“And they’re all tiny reasons that add up to why I love you,” you reminded.

“I feel like I’m going to look like a fool,” Josh whispered. “I mean, I already do in this tuxedo and bowtie.”

“Don’t say that,” you argued. “You look like Prince Charming. Perfect for a princess like me, right?”

“Right,” he smiled. “I just don’t want to mess up.”

“Sometimes I wish I could just punch your anxiety in the face,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“Look sweetie, you’re going to do absolutely amazing,” you reassured. “And besides, I’ll be right there beside you. Got it?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, turning into a parking spot. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Gosh, I can’t even believe we got this far.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you beamed.

“We’re just two guys from Columbus, Ohio. We were literally just playing in front of handfuls of people in a basement and now we’re selling out Madison Square Garden, being televised nationally, and now we have a chance at winning a Grammy. That’s absolutely insane,” he sighed, parking the car and staring at you. “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you kissed him on the lips. “Ready to add another accomplishment to that long list?”

“You bet,” he agreed.

When you arrived, there was already plenty of people there. Luckily, you hadn’t spotted anyone else wearing such a bold shade of yellow, and it made you excited and happy. It wasn’t long before a teenage boy was running up to Josh, huge smile plastered on his face. “Hey, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could get an autograph, please?” he wondered, grinning up at Josh. “I’ve been listening to your music for years. I’m a huge fan.”

“Absolutely,” Josh nodded, receiving the marker and piece of paper he handed him.

“So who’s this lucky lady?” the boy asked.

“Oh, y/n?” Josh laughed, tugging you right at his side and wrapping an arm around your waist. “This is my lovely girlfriend.”

“Sweet,” the boy grinned. “She’s very pretty.”

“Isn’t she?” Josh beamed. “You know, before we came here she was being all flustered acting like she didn’t look good in this dress. Can you believe that?”

“Josh,” you turned red, stifling a chuckle.

“You guys are the perfect couple,” the boy laughed. “Thanks so much for the autograph, Josh.”

“No problem,” he reassured. He ran away happily and you slapped Josh on the arm.

“Why’d you say that?” you joked.

“What? Say that you’re beautiful?” he raised an eyebrow. “Because you are.”

“Flirt,” you smirked. “Come on, let’s go look for Jenna and Tyler.”

“Wait! Joshua Dun!” an interviewer raced up to the two of you, microphone in hand, a camera crew following close behind. “My name is Stacey. I’m a reporter here tonight, I was wondering if you would be open to sharing about the lovely lady you brought with you tonight possibly? She isn’t a familiar face, but she definitely will be remembered after tonight. That’s a lovely dress dear.”

“Thanks,” you blushed.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Josh presented you and thrust out his hands, waving them up and down as if he was selling a product or showing a prize on a gameshow. “She’s the only award I need tonight.”

“How sweet,” Stacey gushed. She shook Josh and your hand and then grinned back at the camera. “Look at these two love birds.”

“Love birds indeed,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “But I think it’s time for us to fly away now.”

“Oh yes, you two run along. I think Tyler and Jenna are over by the red carpet,” she informed. “Good luck tonight!”

“Thanks so much,” Josh responded, linking his arm with yours and plastering on a smile. “Come on my little chickadee, we’ve got a lot more stuff to do before we win that Grammy.”

“Chickadee?” you giggled. “You’re awfully cheerful now.”

“I’ve got good vibes,” he shrugged. “Oh look! There’s Tyler and Jenna!”

“Where?” your eyes instantly darted around in search of the matching bright yellow, and when you saw her, your face lit up. “Goddammit she looks like a Queen.”

“You look better,” he whispered in your ear with a sly smile as you approached them both. You were about to protest but Josh was already unlinking his arm from yours, engulfing Tyler in a huge hug, and Jenna approached you with a huge grin.

“Oh my goodness gracious, y/n!” Jenna exclaimed. “You look like you just stepped out of a fairy tale, sweetheart.”

“Me?” you laughed. “Look at you!”

“She looks smoking,” you could hear Tyler whisper to Josh. “I could barely breathe when she walked out of the bedroom.”

“I know, same here,” Josh agreed in a low murmur. “She didn’t even notice me staring at her from the doorway. Dude, I was floored.”

“I don’t know but I think we should start doing more of these Grammy things if they’re going to look as hot as this,” Tyler teased.

“Hey!” Jenna snapped, giving him a playful tug on the ear. “You boys should work on your whispering skills. We can hear everything.”

“Then that just means you’ll know how much we think you look so freaking sexy tonight,” Tyler smirked, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her closer. “Right, babe?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, planting her lips on his for a kiss. A couple flashes went off and Josh chuckled.

“Come on guys,” he laughed. “Let’s keep the PDA to a minimum.”

“Shut up,” Tyler narrowed his eyes when he pulled away from the kiss, squeezing Jenna’s hand before letting go. “I bet you guys are going to be all over each other by the time we sit down.”

“It’s the Grammys,” Josh argued. “We have to be well behaved.”

“Well behaved,” Tyler scoffed. “Like that’s something we know how to do.”

“You’re being so silly,” Jenna sighed.

“Just wait until we take our pants off,” Tyler winked. “Then it will get real.”

“What?” you and Jenna both exclaimed at the same time.

“Nothing,” Tyler reassured. “Just a joke.”

“It better be,” Jenna warned.

“Sure…” Josh smirked, leaving both of you curious of what the hell that meant.

Wanna Bet? II (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!Reader

PART I | PART III

Warnings: SMUT…

Word Count: 2,240

Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…

A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.

You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.

You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.

“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”

“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.

As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…

“Shit.”

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 4/?)

NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3


“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.

“So you did not forget?”, I asked.

“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.

He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.

“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.

“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”

“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.

“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.

“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”

“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”

“What about…”, he started protesting.

“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”

“Wait, what?”

“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.

20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.

“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.

“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.

“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”

“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.

“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.

“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.

I stared at them for few seconds.

“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.

Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.

“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.

“Are you going to… bang?”

They started giggling again.

“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.

I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.

I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.

“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.

“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.

“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.

20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.

One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.

“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.

“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.

“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.

“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.

“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.

“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.

“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.

“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.

“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”

“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.

“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.

“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.

“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.

“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.

I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.

“Hey”, I stood next to him.

“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”

“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.

“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”

“Just coke, I’m driving.”

“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.

I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.

“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.

He freezed for a moment.

“What did you say?”, he asked.

“What?”, I looked at him innocently.

“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.

“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.

Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.

“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.

I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.

“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.

“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.

“We need Monty’s shisha”.

“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.

“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”

“Please”, they said at the same time.

“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.

We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.

“You know where to drive?”, he asked.

“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.

“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.

“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.

“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”

“Wow, you’re nice”.

I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.

“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.

“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.

“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”

“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.

“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”

“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.

“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.

“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.

“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.

“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.

“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”

“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.

“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.

I nodded my head without saying anything.

“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.

“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.

“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.

He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.

“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.

“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car.  “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.

“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.

I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.

“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.

I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.

I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.

“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.

“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck  buddies thing…”

“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.

“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.

“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned  on the wall.

“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”

“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.

“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.

“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.

“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.

“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.

“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.

“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.

“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.

“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.

“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine. 

Monty’s kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips were moving sloppily down my jaw.

“One more thing”, I whispered.

“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.

“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.

“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.

I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the stairs.

“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass. He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer. Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and pinched me against them.

“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.

“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.

Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my back again.

“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.

“On the left”, I giggled slightly. He unzipped me while kissing my neck.

“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.

He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away from my face and and looked at me up and down.

“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment either”, he said kissing my neck.

“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.

He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole time he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.

“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.

“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.

“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”

As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.

“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.

“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.

“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.

“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.

“Yeah?”, he looked up.

“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”

I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top. I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.

“Fuck”, he mumbled.

I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up, put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.

“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me. He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts. “They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them. His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.

“Oh my God”, I moaned.

“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the inside of my thighs.

“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down. I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.

“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.

His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom. He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.

“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I want to hear you moan.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.

“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.

I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.

“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.

He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.

“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.

One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.

“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.

Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.

“Babe…”, he moaned.

Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.

“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.

“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.

We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.

“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.

“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”

“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.

anonymous asked:

Oh my gosh I live and breathe for the angsty bughead fics! Maybe one about how he witnesses Betty's mom trying to control her with the pills and comments about her weight, and he notices her palms afterwards, and comforts her?

That’s so awesome, and I’m into the angsty ones lately so I’ll give it a go!
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She was mortified.

Absolutely, one hundred percent mortified.

Her mother had “suggested” that they all go out to eat at pops, they needed to have a little family time apparently, and forcing her to go to the same place she was certain all of her friends would be, was the only way to do it.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Her mom didn’t say anything to her in the car and merely shoved her into a booth when she spotted her friends.

“Your father and I want your attention Betty, you don’t need to be speaking to your friends tonight understood?”

Betty simply nodded, catching jugheads eyes from over the booth, he smiled softly, shooting her a wink. She returned it with a weak smile.

She told Jughead everything, and his disdain for Alice cooper was clear in the nasty looks he kept shooting her way.

“Hello! Betty! Are you even paying attention to me? Did you take your ADD pills.” Alice shouted over the quiet of the diner.

She shrunk even lower in her seat, as Kevin gave her a sympathetic smile and Veronica stuck her tongue out at the back of her mothers head.

She dared a glance at Jughead and the look in his eyes was absolutely lethal, he had closed his laptop and looked like he was ready to pounce. Fortunately Archie had a grip on his arm and was speaking quietly to him.

Finally Hal spoke up,

“I don’t know about you but I’m starving, what’ll you have sport?” He shot her a smile as he placed his menu down.

She shrugged daintily

“Maybe a burger?”

Instantly she heard her mother cluck

“I don’t think so. Summer is almost here and with your job as a lifeguard do you really wanna add any extra weight to those thighs? I mean we don’t want a repeat of last year do we Betty beluga?”

She felt her eyes well up, it had been a while since someone had called her that horrible nickname, she was almost starting to forget about it.

Almost.

As she went to open her mouth to speak, a pair of hands were slammed down next to her, startling everyone at the table, glancing up she already knew who to expect.

“Hey bets” Jughead smiled cheekily. She could tell he was upset, it was hidden behind his smile.

“Hi juggie.” She whispered

“Mr and Mrs cooper, how weird to see you here? I always figured pops was way too low class for you.”

Alice ground her teeth

“Forsythe, it’s nice to see you again, how’s that father of yours” she went for the low blow

“Mom that’s totally..”

Jughead cut Betty off

“My dads great, me and him are working on our relationship, I always feel like kids should have a healthy relationship with their parents, don’t you think?” He raised a brow

Alice straightened her back
“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing really, just the fact that you’re probably the worst mother in the world, and that’s coming from someone who’s mother walked out on him.” He smiled lazily

Standing up now, Alice started
“Now you listen to me…”

Jughead stood too using his height to his advantage.

“No you listen to me, because, you’re Betty’s mother and I respect that, I’ve kept my mouth shut, but you need to realize what you have right in front of you. Betty is beautiful and smart and kind and anyone would be lucky to be in her life, you don’t get to treat her like some test subject because your life didn’t work out the way you wanted. I get that you think you’re doing what’s best for your daughter, but you’re not helping her, you’re hurting her. And when someone starts hurting Betty, than I can’t just sit back and let that happen. So next time you think of insulting her or shoving pills down her throat, take a look in the mirror and see who really needs help.” He was practically panting by the time he finished his speech.

Alice was standing, jaw on the floor and an unexplainable expression on her face. Finally she grabbed her purse

“Hal were leaving, Betty we’ll see you at home.”
She huffed.

Hal dropped a few bills on the table

“I’ll see you at home peanut.” At least her father had the decency to look ashamed.

Jughead turned to her

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want me to interfere but I couldn’t just mmpphhh”

Betty’s mouth was on his and his hands instantly went to her waist, they could only vaguely hear the sounds of their friends cheering them on from across the restaurant.

Pulling away he had on the biggest grin she’d ever seen him wear.

“Maybe I should take on Alice cooper more often.”

Betty laughed grabbing his hand, pulling him out of the booth

“Don’t push it.”

Scott McCall AU (part 2)

PART TWO

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: Sorry it’s late haha, but I actually really got into writing this part, so it’s kinda long (9 pages long). Also… I’m not sure how long this Scott series is going to last but based on how this one went, I’m betting not very long. Anyways, enjoy and give me some feedback! Also, just so you guys know I started part 3 last night!

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“College weekend! Are you ready honey?” Your mom asked.

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The Adrien Diaries...

24 Feb 2017

I…I don’t understand what is happening. I came to class, prepared for whatever fate awaited me.

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anonymous asked:

I just need to know exactly how this came about. If u look at the webby's tweet it seems even they were shocked. Personally I get the feeling that it all happened suddenly, at the last minute, at everyone's surprise (even the show's surprise). I bet David came up with the idea at the last minute. This is just what's going on in my head, I have no idea whatsoever! But I can't wait to find out.

Here’s how it went down:

Gillian (at upfronts): Well, I gotta jam and pick up my Webby now.

David: What the fuck is a Webby?

Gillian: I’m getting an award, like, now, from Joel McHale.

David: Joel McHale can suck it. I’ll give you that award! I’ll say funny shit about baseball and you being my alien baby baby momma. I got this.

Gillian: Let’s hobble on then, dear.

Maybe, Possibly

Summary: Phil’s mother is adamant that he should be settling down, so invites one of his turbulent exes to an annual family get-together the following day. In a moment of panic, he tells her he’s already dating someone. With no other options, he turns to Dan.

Genre: Reality

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: Some swearing, references to alcohol

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No battle plan survives contact with the enemy.

Utena spoilers and shit ahead. You’ve been warned.

In general I know that we as fans tend to think that Akio and Anthy are perfect little xanatosgambit machines, (and that the only flaw in their manipulations was that Utena was JUST TOO LEGIT TO QUIT) but the more I watch the series, the less I believe that.

Don’t get me wrong. They are fucking masters of the game. The framework of The Plan, most of the players involved, and how they were going to get their target from A to B was all down pat. They had done this shit before.

But I believe that a good portion of it was essentially impromptu. Anthy, in particular, had to roll with anything that was thrown at her for a long assed time. I’m willing to bet a lot of shit went down that was NOT part of the plan, and Anthy basically had to ad lib her way through it and put it back on course. 

There were mistakes.

Miscalculations.

And one of them was Wakaba.

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Sami Zayn Sex Headcannons

Originally posted by heyambrose

I love this guy so much!!! He’s so adorable and my little hipster could treat me right (I’m kidding, he’s not hipster)

Don’t forget to request if you want me to do something!

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- I don’t think he’d be into very rough sex, I don’t know why. I just can’t imagine anything too extreme (like full bdsm). But I could imagine him pinning you to the wall to make out with you and undress you. 

- I feel like he wouldn’t have a daddy kink, maybe he’s allow you to call him ‘sir’ occasionally but I think that’s as far as he would go.

- Will still bend you over his lap though, and spank you. It would range from light taps to quite hard (the hard slaps would be little and rarely though).

- Big fan of giving instead of receiving where foreplay is concerned. But he will accept a blowjob off you, just sometimes. 

- Very big fan of morning sex. I think he’d wake up first in most circumstances and feel the need to wake you up by eating you out first thing in the morning. And he’d know for sure that you’re awake because he’d feel your hands run through his hair and tug, then the moaning would start.

- I’m willing to bet he’s a huge tease. I mean you will most probably have to beg at least 5 times until he at least thinks about fucking you. That’s one of the reasons I think he has a praise kink.

- He’d laugh when he found out how much you love the feel of his beard in between your legs. Then he’d go as red as his hair. But he’d make sure you know he knew by making sure to tease your thighs with his beard the next time he went down on you.

- If he ever stayed at your parent’s house with you, he’d abide by the ‘no sex’ rule, but oral surely wouldn’t count right? So the stay would consist of you just giving each other oral. 

- He isn’t fussed about being top or bottom. He would only care about pleasuring you the most. So if you were too tired, he’d be on top. If it was in the middle of the night and you were horny, he’d let you ride him into the sunset. Either way, sex with him would be pleasurable. 

- Orgasm ratio with him would be 2:1 to you. First through him eating you out, and then him fucking you. 

- Seriously, his favourite place is in between your legs.

Goodbye

Characters: Jungkook X You
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Word Count: 5017
Song of the Day: BTS - Spring Day

A/N: Inspired by the lyrics of BTS’s Spring Day; in memories of lost love - Admin Ham

Originally posted by geeky-obsessions


“Kookie! Kookie! Kook-ah! Look, look! He replied to me!” You dashed through the entrance of the local bistro, ignoring the staff’s greetings and straight away landed yourself on a chair sitting opposite of your best friend, shoving your phone to his face as he pulled his head up from lurking over the menu at your hyper arrival.

“Oh god, I can’t read shit if you keep jacking it up and down like that..” Jungkook whined as he swiftly grabbed hold of the phone, pulling it away from your excited grasp as he leaned back towards his seat, calmly reading whatever content you had so eagerly wanted him to see.


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Birthday Part 1 (Bucky x reader)

Good evening everyone! I hope you all enjoyed my smutty oneshot last night. It was a good night. So, this is going to be a two part piece. The second part is going to be smutty as fuckkk. I know I haven’t gotten to many requests lately, but I will be working on getting them out this week. I think I’ve finally worked my way out of this awkward writer’s block. Have a wonderful day everyone, xoxo

Masterlist

Description: You celebrate Bucky’s birthday by sending him on a scavenger hunt throughout the city, which ends in a big surprise. 

Warnings: None. Just cute fluff. 


“Mmm, good morning, babe.” Bucky rolled over to your side of the bed, outstretching his arm to wrap it around you. His arm fell onto the bed. You weren’t there, and the bed was empty. With his eyes still closed, he furrowed his eyebrows, confused. He was so used to having you next to him when he woke up, that he panicked, His beautiful, blue eyes shot open and he sat up in bed. His hands started feeling around the bed and his hand brushed up against thick paper. He looked down. It was a black envelope with his name written in gold on it. His worry washed away when he noticed it was your writing. He opened it carefully and took out the card. It read:

Good morning my love, and happy birthday. I bet you’re wondering why I’m not in bed with you right now. But, I assure you that I’m fine and that you will see me later. I’m sending you on a scavenger hunt for your birthday. ;) Your first stop is where we first met, and sit at our table. And don’t think about having breakfast here at the tower, just get dressed and go. 

All my love, 

F/N

He smiled down at the card and got out of bed. He instantly knew where he was going, how could he forget? His bare feet padded against the hard wood floor as he went to the bathroom. He checked the clock, 11:13am. He took a shower and dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark blue long sleeve. He debated whether he should put on his leather glove, but decided not to because he knew you would want him to be confident about his metal arm. He threw on a black baseball cap and went downstairs. Nobody was there, which was odd. There was never a time when nobody was inhabiting the kitchen or watching the news on the TV. But alas, there was nobody anywhere to be seen. He shrugged his shoulders and went outside towards the street. He walked the route that you always took when you visited the little place where you two had met. He stopped in front of a small, outdoor cafe. Each table was draped in a white table cloth with a small flower in a clear vase. Today’s flower was a yellow tulip. He scanned the scene and his gaze landed on “your table”, the table where you two met. There wasn’t a yellow tulip in the vase, but a red rose. He quietly smiled and walked over. When he sat down, a young waitress came up to him. 

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Wings [Part 3] || Taehyung

One Handshake

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary - Accidentally bumping shoulders with a stranger has never been more flattering for you.


You were on your way back home to your best friend and his food, blowing into your cupped hands in an attempt to warm yourself.

You thought about that stranger with the Chanel coat. He did seem very, different. You just didn’t know what kind of different. Even though Jimin and Jungkook didn’t take you seriously, you couldn’t help but feel there was something quite unusual about him. He set off a completely different aura.

Then you remembered the black haired man. He too was very captivating in his own way. If he tried, he could have girls falling in line for him. For some apparent reason, you had a gut feeling they both knew each other.

You brought your head up just at the right time, dodging away from the gate before walking into the apartment complex.


‘Hey, Y/N.’ Jin greeted you as he opened the door, giving you a light hug.

'Hey,’ You hugged him back.

'Something on your mind?’ He asked you. You debated internally on what to ask about first.

'Two things, actually,’ You said as he helped take off your coat and went into the kitchen with you behind him.

'Fire away,’ He said while setting the table. You sat down on the chair and leaned your elbow on the counter.

'Okay so first, you’re gay? Or was it another one of your infamous puns?’ You asked him incredulously, referring to the phone call that had taken place earlier that day.

'Ah, you know me so well Y/N. It, of course, was a pun. You know how in the English Language there’s a words 'gay’ that means happiness-’ He began, as he took his place opposite you.

'Oh please, Oppa, cut me some slack,’ You groaned lazily. He laughed, before asking you about the other thing you wanted to talk about.

'So yeah, there was this really hot guy in the café today..’ And you narrated the whole scenario on how you felt about him - how very different he was. As you went on, you found him even more attractive, although you had seen him just once. The end of your narration made you want to meet that man again.

Jin seemed just as interested in it as you did, and actually began thinking of certain (humorous) possibilities.

'Try talking to him, and if he has a strong Italian accent, I bet he’s Mario in disguise.’ He said with a serious face almost making you spit out your water.

'You’re no less than those two idiots.’ You muttered once you gulped down your water.

'I mean, he could just be a foreigner or something. That’s probably why you felt a change.’ Jin commented, ignoring your glare.

'Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t have bothered asking you.’ You finished your food as fast as you could after that, almost choking in the process.


You were just about to walk into the kitchen to grab a snack when you heard Jin calling you from his room.

'Yeah?’ You asked as you opened his door.

'There aren’t much groceries left, so would you mind-’

'Would it matter if I said I did mind,’ You cut him off knowing the obvious answer.

'Of course not, love,’ He chuckled smugly and looked at you.

'Fine, I’ll get them.’ You said lazily and closed his door, going into your room to grab your bag.

In a few minutes, you were on your way to the store, your sling bag occasionally hitting your leg as you walked.

You muttered to yourself, thinking about completely random things or reciting some math formulas.

You entered the store and began your spree, getting all the necessities, and occasionally calling Jin to ask what else to get that at one point he made you note down the whole list onto your phone.

'Now don’t call me again, I need to study!’ He said crossly before cutting the call.

You huffed as you stuffed your phone back into your jean pocket. He could’ve been a little bit more helpful, you thought.

Once you made sure you had everything bought, you carried the packets and walked towards your apartment.

You were swinging the packets in your hands as you bobbed your head to the beats blaring through your earphones, your eyes half closed.

'Ouch!’ You had bumped into something hard, making you stumble back slightly.

The impact made you drop your packets but thankfully, the contents were still in them. You looked up to see, you had bumped shoulders with none other than the hot blond Chanel coat stranger from the Café. Your breath hitched when you noticed you hadn’t apologized to him.

'Oh, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,’ You said, bowing to him.

'Please, don’t be, I’m just as to blame, I wasn’t looking either.’ He smiled warmly at you, involuntarily making your heat flutter.

You practically stared at him and he just smiled at you until his expression changed as though a switch had been flipped in his head.

'Ah, where are my manners; My name is Kim Taehyung. You served me the cup of Cappuccino at the café earlier today. It was just divine, as always.’ He said, extending his hand.

'My, my, very flattering, aren’t you, Mr. Kim? I’m Y/F/N.’ You said, extending your hand to meet his. You were slightly surprised at your sudden outgoing response, knowing that you were more introverted than this.

'Please, just call me Taehyung-’ He froze, making your smile falter.

'Mr. Ki- Taehyung? Are you-’

'Uh, I’m sorry, but I have somewhere to be right now. I’ll see you later, Y/L/N.’ He spoke abruptly, snatching his hand away a bit too offensively, making you think about your hygiene.

Did I not wash my hands?

'Al-Alright,’ You said but he had already left, leaving your hand hanging in mid air.

'Well, he definitely isn’t Mario,’ You mused, laughing at the encounter as you replayed it in your head. He was so much more appealing in close proximity. He definitely felt like a completely different species to you; He was too perfect.

You picked up the packets that had fallen and continued on your way back. You couldn’t shake off the disappointment you felt when he had snatched his hand away but nevertheless, you looked forward to meet him again at the café.

'Kim Taehyung.’ You whispered to yourself, as a smile crept its way onto your lips.


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anonymous asked:

Lmao how much you wanna bet that the selcas all really cute and shit and obviously acting like a couple and that's why Jeongguk can't share them

this is probably how shit went down


jk, on his phone: oh wow i should rlly post a selca with taehyung that i promised the armys
jk: {begins scrolling through his selcas with taehyung album}
jk: too gay
jk: very gay
jk: shit that’s one of us fucking
jk: no we look too in love there
jk:
jk:
jk: how about no selca then

anonymous asked:

Someone said something about dex being an athlete tutor and tutoring nursey in like math or something and maybe not completely needing the help with his class but just being completely in love with dex and I was wondering if you could write it pls.

Nursey’s in pretty deep here. He realizes this as he wakes up at 9 A.M. to go take notes in a class that he’s technically not enrolled in.

“Dude,” Chowder laughs as they walk into the lecture hall, “Just ask him out.”

Chowder knows what’s going on because Chowder’s the reason Nursey is in this situation in the first place. Chowder had begged Nursey to show him where the Student Tutoring Center was because he was struggling in Calc 3, and Nursey, like a good roommate, had agreed to take him. Which led to them meeting Dex, and Nursey’s brain promptly leaking out of his ears and onto the floor because pretty. So, with his brain in a puddle on the ground, Nursey had mistakenly answered “Yeah” when Dex asked if he was in Calc 3, too. That’s where it all started.

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