i guess if you wanna see it that way

Okay, first! This is @zombiebrainsoup‘s fault.  If anyone wants to try and guess how many crescent moon’s I put in there, and DM me, I’ll draw you a picture of your choosing.  

Also, totes color Sailor McCree and then send me that shit, I wanna see it. DM me for a higher resolution version in a file type of your choosing.

Reblog only, no reposts - my peeps - y’all know the drill.  Reaperbean is property of whatever genius came up with it originally.  Sailor Moon is property of someone who makes way more money than me.  McCree is property of Blizzard and maybe also Matt Mercer, bless him.

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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my favorite things said by mickey milkovich

“fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you”
“what do we look like a couple of fags for sale to you?”
“well this aint macy’s bitch, and you aint window shopping”
“im fucking gay, a big ol’ mo"
“like stab that fat fucking mick who keeps tryna steal my jello!”
“LOOK, DONT WORRY, WE’LL GET A DICK IN YOU AS SOON AS WE CAN”
“rise and fucking shine, cinderella”
“GUESS WHAT WE’VE BEEN DOIN DADDY? WE’VE BEEN FUCKIN”
“line up a shot for the Abe Lincoln of mouth whores”
“I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE SAYING”
“fuck off”
“you callin’ me gay?”
“christ, close the door, nobody wants to see that mandingo shit!”
“they’re not climbing Everest, they’re climbing dick”
“you come all the way down here to talk about my pubes?”
“those fingers go anywhere near that cock, i'mma break every knuckle in your hand! all fifteen of em’.”
“you wanna chit-chat more or you wanna get on me?”

i love shameless more than i love my family holy shit.

Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ blowjob/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Third part: Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).


Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?

Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?

The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such.
Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…

You spaced out.
A knock on the door
And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him.
Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.

Y: Yes?

The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.

J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…

Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.

A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.

J: I can handle this just as well as…

Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.

Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.

J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?

He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?

Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.

J: Tsk…

Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.

J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.

Y: Excuse me?

J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?

That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least.
He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.

Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…

Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…

J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.

You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.

Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.

J: Fine, then.

And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…

J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?

He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.

J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…

Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?

J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?

Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas. 

J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?

Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?

You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…

J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.

The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.

J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.

And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.

Y: Whatever, just get out already…

That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.

Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?

J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.

Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.

You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.

J: You’re so cute.

He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.


Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.

7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.

You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.

He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.

J: Ssup, pretty girl?

He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.

J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…

Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.

A loud whine.

J: But, noona! You promised me a date!

Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…

J: Fine…

So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.

He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.

J: Noona, I’m hungry.

Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?

J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…

Y: I wonder myself…

J: Oi! You’re mean!

Y: No waaaaaay!

And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.

Y: Jungkook it hurts!

J: Khe hehe heh…

Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.

Y: Alright, alright I get it! 

More little bites followed

Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…

He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?

J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?

Y: Yeah…

J: Gonna eat them all.

He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.

J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…

Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?

A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.

J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!

Y: Good… I’m glad.

Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.

J: Here, have a bite.

A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…

Y: Mhmm…

J: Good, innit?

You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.

You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.

J: So delicious!

Y: True.

You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…

J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.

Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.

J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.

You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.

J: Ahh… My hands are cold.

He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.

Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.

J: Now, that’s a different thing.

Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?

J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.


He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.

J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?

His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.

Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?

J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.

Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?

The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…

He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.

J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.

Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.

You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.

J: Fuck, yes…

Y: Kookie?

J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.

His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.

Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.

J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…

He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.

J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…

He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.

Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.

Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.

J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…

You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.

J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…

Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.

J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…

Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.

You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.

Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?

J: But, noona…

Y: Shush.

You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.

Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.

Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.

Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?

J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder. 

Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then? 

J: What..Whhat?

The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.

Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.

You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.

J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…

Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.

J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…

That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.

Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.

You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.

J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…

It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth. 

It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.

Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.

He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.

J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…

You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.

Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...

Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.

J: I’m sorr…

Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly. 

Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.

J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?

He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.

J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?

He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.

J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.

His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.

J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…

He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.

J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…

You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Y: Kookie, I’m so close…

J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.

He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.

Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…

He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.

J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.

Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.

He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.

J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?

Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.

J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?

Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.

Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.

Y: Oh, please.

J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.

Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.

J: I love you, Jagiya.

Y'all know that adhd thing where you get excited abt something while ur talking to someone and you know that sometimes when you get excited like this you yell but you have no way of knowing if you’re yelling so you start whispering to compensate?? Haha that’s fun

instead of bruce constantly running off in the middle of batcat dates to go dish out some vigilante justice, imagine selina constantly blowing bruce off to hang out with the gotham rogues and each time he gets more and more frustrated

*

bruce: hey selina we still on for tonight?
selina: sorry bruce i promised i’d drive harley to airport. rain check?
bruce: sure don’t worry about it

*

bruce: i reserved a table for 7pm tonight and-
selina: ooooh sorry, bruce, i totally forgot. eddie just got a new cat and that man CANNOT look after another living thing without intervention.
bruce: another rain check?

*

bruce: thought i’d check before i actually booked the table this time and-
selina: about that… tonight’s the rogues christmas party. i said i’d go so ivy wasn’t bored out of her mind, hope it’s ok that we-
bruce: ….it’s fine.

*

bruce: should i even ask if we can-?
selina: no can do bruce, i have a lunch date with freeze and i wanna see how he’s doing-
bruce: [hangs up]

*

bruce: alright selina for the last time, are you really serious about dating me? or are all these excuses just your way of saying you want to break up? let me guess, poker night with two-face and penguin?
selina: …….. i was gunna say i’m free at 9pm but if you’re gunna be like that… 

Imagine Your OTP

Flower Shop Edition

-Person A decides they are finally going to get their crush (Person B) a bouquet of flowers and confess, but when they come to the flower shop they find to their horror that Person B is the one working there -Bonus- (Person A is so flustered that they go through with it) and Person B is heart-broken when Person A tells them that they are looking for an arrangement for their crush. The next day they are shocked when person A enters the shop with the bouquet and silently hands it to them.

-Person A applies for a temporary job at a nearby flower shop where they meet their employer, Person B. After a month or so Person B asks how their job hunting is going and Person A gets really flustered and says it’s going great because they don’t want to admit that they’ve fallen for Person B and have stopped looking all together. But seriously how are they supposed to look for another job when Person B keeps singing softly while they work and smiling and wishing everyone a good morning I mean?? And who would protect this cinnamon roll that names all their plants and cries whenever their favorite gets sold????

-Person A is working a shift at the flower shop when Person B (a customer) suddenly starts having a massive allergic reaction to one of the flowers and passes out. Person A jumps to the rescue and tries to help Person B. When Person B wakes up (a bit delirious) they ask if they are dead and if Person A’s their angel.

-Person A and Person B are rivals both trying to get the same promotion in a flower shop, and they somehow manage to turn everything into a competition. “You think you are better at keeping plants alive?? We’ll see about that,” “oh you think you’re better at arrangements? Oooho just wait and see” “I hear you talking smack about your knowledge of the flower language you wanna go??” “I bet I can do WAY better at customer service that you ever could,” “you think you’re so romantic huh?? Prove it and take me out on a date (wait I mean-uh-yeah I guess that’s what I meant)”

-Everything is a normal day for Person A when Person B suddenly comes in sobbing and crying and trying to ask for a couple of flowers for a relative who just passed away but instead they get a really warm hug from Person A and a free arrangement

-Person B is starting to get a little freaked out by Person A who shows up every day to buy another venus fly trap and eventually Person B just flat out asks why because I mean what do you even do with all of them?? Are you trying to make a giant army of flesh eating plants or what??

-Person A buys a bouquet of roses every day and Person B starts getting really jealous. I mean, what kind of partner deserves someone as gorgeous as Person A?? Person B follows them home one day but instead of bringing them to a partner they carry the roses to a graveyard.  

-Person A shows up everyday to Person B’s flower shop just to make a plant pun, and at first Person B wanted to throw Person A out the window but now it’s actually kinda cute and it really brightens up their day

-Person A is a regular at Person B’s flower shop and Person A always asks for advice on what kind of flowers to get for their relatives and Person B (who is totally in love) tries to subtly express their feelings through flower language, but Person A is totally oblivious. Luckily, Person A’s friends are not.

-Person A and Person B are married, and on their anniversary every year Person A sends Person B a bouquet of flowers with a cute message. One day Person A dies, and Person B is absolutely devastated. When their anniversary arrives, Person B is shocked to see one of the employees at the local flower shop dropping off a bouquet. When Person B asks them what they are doing, the employee explains that Person A paid for years and years in advance. Person B can barely keep from crying when they read Person A’s message that says “My love for you is eternal”.

Hormones and instincts

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

I decided to put these two requests together because of how similar they are :)

Words: 1,594
Seth Clearwater x Reader


“Paul, leave Seth alone.” Emily scolded and swatted the older wolf around the back of his head; it did nothing to stop Paul’s giggles.  
Seth sat across the bonfire from his laughing pack brothers, with his arms crossed and scowl firmly in place. Emily stepped around and gently smoothed his hair, “You ignore them, you’re a gentlemen and that’s what girls like most.”
“Wrong, girls like confidence.” Paul countered.
“Confidence yeah, but you’re just arrogant.” Embry came to Seth’s rescue and was punched in the arm by Paul for the trouble.

“Seth, Y/N is your imprint, it’s natural to be worried about hurting her or upsetting her.” Sam advised, he gave Emily a sad smile as he pulled her into his lap before continuing; “Besides you’re both young, don’t get too stressed out about things like this.”
“It’s just a shame that you’ve got the imprint and teenage hormones both fighting for control in there.” Leah added and pushed the side of Seth’s head with two fingers.

Seth batted her hand away, “Can we all just stop with the advice now? Before Y/N gets here.”
Jared chimed in, “At least she already knows about wolves.”
Seth glared at Embry, “Yeah thanks for that.”
Embry held his hands up in defence, “I smelt a leech in the area, I went to check on my baby sister. Who could have guessed that she’d see a massive wolf and instantly think that the old legends were true?”
“No one, because no one in the worlds thinks that way except Y/N.” Quil snorted. It was true, the pack were all incredibly surprised to find that you’d figured them out.
Seth sighed, “I just hope that she never sees me phase, it would terrify her.”
Leah flinched at the memory of  their father seeing her phase and it causing his heart attack, Emily sent her a soft smile which Leah ignored.
“Yeah I wouldn’t wanna see you naked if I was her either dude.” Paul snickered and Seth threw his empty drink can at him.
Laughter rippled through the pack, Jared pointed to the top of the beach, “Here comes your little girlfriend now.”

You walked leisurely down the beach towards the bonfire when you heard the laughter erupt from your friends, a few of them turned to face you. You caught Seth’s eye and gave him a little wave, he turned away from you with his arms crossed over his chest. You dropped your hand and tried not to look too upset as you joined them. Leah budged across her log so that you had to take the only free spot next to Seth.
“Bro.” You gave Embry a wave.
“Brat.” He greeted with his usual grin.
“Sounds like you guys are up to no good.” You laughed as you joined the conversation.
“They’re just being assholes.” Seth grumbled and you tried to school your shocked expression at his pouting face, it just didn’t suit his usual carefree personality.
“Well that’s nothing new.” You smiled and Seth returned it with a dazzling smile of his own, the anger in his face easing away.
Kissing noises caught your attention and you turned to give Jared and Paul a confused look but before they could explain themselves Seth had jumped up and shoved Paul off of his log and onto the sand. The laughter stopped and everyone held their breath as Paul stared up at Seth, his mind ticking over and taking in what had just happened.

Sam had already moved Emily to the side and was starting to stand when Paul snarled, “You stupid pup.”
You swallowed hard, he was shaking so hard with anger that he was practically vibrating, you stood and caught Seth by the arm to try to pull him away.
He wrenched his arm away from you, “Get away from me.”
His words packed a punch, Seth was shaking hard too and Leah and Sam were between Paul and Seth but that didn’t stop Paul from pushing himself up and trying to lunge at Seth, his face was red and scrunched like he was in pain. Seth, even though at a clear height disadvantage, caught Paul by the waist and pivoting his entire boy threw him further away from the bon fire. Paul skidded in sand on his back before he managed to flip himself over, he looked up at Seth and snarled, he was shaking even harder now.

Seth dared to take his eyes off of him for a moment to turn to you, he was also shaking now, he caught you by your waist and pushed you back towards your brother. Embry caught you with ease and pulled you behind him, quickly you noted that Kim and Emily had been pushed behind Jared and Jacob. Peaking over your brothers shoulder you watched as Seth turned in time to catch Paul as he launched himself at him, his skin bursting and giving way to fur and claws. Seth was knocked backwards but quickly sprung back and out of his own human form rearing up at Paul.

“Sam stop them.” Emily pleaded.
Sam stood, scarily calm in between the two wolves as they circled each other. “I’ve half a mind to let you two idiots tear into each other.” Sam boomed, “But I think you’ve both done enough damage for today.”
He nodded back towards the bonfire and both wolves followed his gaze to find you clinging to the back of Embry’s shirt, eyes wide and lips trembling. Seth whimpered, Paul lowered his head and Sam sent them both into the woods like a parent tired of his children’s antics.

Embry took you home and you didn’t say much to him during the journey. Sure, you knew about the pack but seeing it, and seeing Paul nearly hurt Seth had you. It hurt in the way that knowing Seth would never see you as a partner hurt, it hurt you because that was all you truly wanted but you knew it couldn’t happen.
Yet, knowing all of that logically didn’t stop the fear that he might be hurt.

Damn, you felt like an idiot.

The next day Seth came to find you and even though your friendship with him was becoming bittersweet because of your unrequited feelings you couldn’t bring yourself to not let him into the house. He stood awkwardly in your hallway until you invited him into the living room when he stood there awkwardly.

You sat on the sofa and patted the space beside you, “Seth you can sit down.”
He sat on the sofa but as far away from you as he could; you tried to ignore the sting of rejection.

Seth cleared his throat awkwardly and ran a hand back through his hair, “Look Y/N I know I’m probably the last person that you want to see right now but I wanted to apologise for last night.”
“I saw just scared.” You admitted and Seth flinched but you continued, “You could have been really hurt Seth.”

“What?” He asked, his nose scrunched adorably in confusion.
“Seth, I was so scared that you were going to get hurt.” You told him and took a chance to reach out and gently squeezed his hand. When you moved to take your hand away, Seth’s mind clicked and he caught your hand with his and held it softly.
“That’s why you were scared?” He asked quietly.
“Well it’s a good enough reason isn’t it? For the record you’re never the last person that I want to see.” You asked.
He gave you a dimpled smile, “Well, yeah I guess it is and thanks.”
Now you realised that, in taking your hand, Seth had pulled you closer to him. The closeness made your stomach flip with butterflies, the heat rolling off of his skin and the fact that he always smelt incredible had you leaning further into him. For once, Seth’s mind was free of thoughts of messing things up; instead he was utterly and unapologetically wrapped up in you.

He leaned into you, and without worry or self-doubt haunting him, he kissed you. A soft, gentle kiss. Excitement bubbled through you and you found yourself smiling into the kiss, which made Seth smile in response until eventually you had to pull away from each other because the kiss had fallen victim to your grins.
“What took us so long?” Seth asked, his grin taking your breath away.
“Wolves are notoriously difficult.” You teased and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Well isn’t this adorable!” You heard from the doorway, both of you jumped and whipped your heads around to were Quil and Jacob were laughing at Embry who stood with his hands over his eyes.
“Is it safe for me to look yet?” Embry asked.
“No, Seth’s taking her clothes off man.” Quil told him.
“What?!” Embry practically screeched and ripped his own hand free from his eyes only to find Seth giving him a sheepish grin and you trying to bury your burning face in your hands.
You moved your hands from your face as Seth leaned back and kissed your cheek softly, ignoring the boys wolf whistles, “Let me take you on a real date?”
You glared over at your brother who was dramatically whining about you growing up while Quil and Jacob pretended to comfort him, “Anything to get me away from these idiots.”  

4

Love this one!
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Nothing had changed, nothing was different, and neither of the two had mentioned the passionate kiss in Betty’s bedroom, that warm fall morning.

And Betty was pissed.

Did it mean nothing? Was he just trying to calm her down? Did he regret it? Well I mean it was obvious that he did, the way he avoided her at all costs only seeing her in group settings.

Maybe that kiss didn’t mean anything to him, but to her? It was everything.

He had calmed her down with just the touch of his fingers on her shoulders, when he pressed his lips to hers she felt clarity, all of the stress and blur of her parents corrupting her mind was cleared and she could see everything for what it was.

“To be continued.” She had whispered in the floral print bedroom.

Yeah right.

She wasn’t going to confront him about her feelings she had done that once already with Archie and it had blown up in her face. Never again.

So that’s what brought her here, sitting bundled up in her windbreaker shooting glares at the beanie wearing boy across from her, said boy doing anything to avoid her eyes.

“Well would you look at this? Who is this Motley Crue? Care to introduce me cousin?”

Everyone turned at the voice directed their way and nearly everyone gasped at the Jughead look alike standing cockily with his arms crossed adressing Jughead.

“Souphead.” Jughead grumbled, sighing he got up to embrace his apparent cousin.
There was obvious tension there, but the love was also prominent.

“Souphead?” Veronica laughed out loud “your name is souphead?”

The handsome teen, nodded lazily his long blonde hair shaking in the chill of the wind. He was really something to look at, same piercing blue eyes as Jughead, same facial structure and same lazy posture, the only difference was his long blonde locks, fairly similar to her own.

“It’s a nickname. Juggie Gave it to me when we were kids. It stuck, I guess.” Suddenly the boys eyes had caught on to hers and he was smirking
“And who is this ravishing creature? Aren’t you gonna introduce me cousin?” The blonde boy took her hand and kissed it. Betty blushed bright red and jughead practically ripped his cousin from her hand,

“That’s Betty and she’s not interested.” He growled causing souphead to quirk an eyebrow, oh this would be fun.
Affronted Betty glared at the boy in front of her
“I’ll decide who I am and am not interested in, thank you very much. It’s nice to meet you …soup head.” She smiled her brightest smile, purposely turning away from Jughead.

“Please beautiful, call me Dylan. It’s my real name after all.”

She giggled softly, flipping her blonde ponytail.
“Okay..Dylan.”

Jughead thought he might throw up, he was gonna rip every inch of his annoyingly persistent cousins hair out of his head. And Betty, what was she doing? Souphead was not her type, he knew Betty, she needed someone smart, someone who could keep up with her, someone who would be interested in her and her only. That was not souphead, he was worse than Archie.

He watched as the rest of the gang introduced themselves, Cheryl practically eating him alive with her eyes.

“So Dylan..” Cheryl started

“Call me souphead, Dylan is reserved for particular special people,” his eyes wandered over to Betty again, shooting her a wink.

Cheryl seemed physically shocked, no one chose Betty over her. A fact Jughead could never wrap his fingers around.

Dylan continued “speaking of special people, I heard from a few people that Betty cooper was the go to guide when it came to touring the school? Care to share, my beautiful blonde twin.”

Betty blushed again, glancing over to Jughead. He was pleading with his eyes. Don’t go with him, stay here. He’s nothing but trouble. It almost seemed as if she was going to say no, the way her eyes softened. But then

“Hey, if you’ve got a boyfriend you can say no, I totally get it.”

Shit.

The soft look in Betty’s eyes glazed Over and they hardened again.

“No. no boys are interested in me, come on Dylan, let’s get to it.” She said determined, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the courtyard.

Kevin snorted from his left as Jughead stared with wide eyes and slack jaw.

“You messed up my friend.”

Archie slapped a hand to his shoulder, nodding sympathetically.

“Tough break pal.”

Shaking his friends hand off he hopped out of his seat. No way. He was not about to let Dylan souphead jones, steal his girl.

Up ahead Betty was walking next to Dylan laughing at a dumb joke he had made about Cheryl, when he abruptly stopped.

“You like my cousin?”

Betty reeled back

“I uhh.. I umm.”

He laughed

“It’s okay, I see the way he looks at you. He likes you back, as much as I love messing with him, he’s been through a lot. I don’t want him getting hurt. Just so you know. I know karate.”

Betty giggled before sighing
“I appreciate your concern for your cousin, nut you don’t have to worry. He’s not interested in Me. He’s a good friend is all, I’m content to admire him from a far.”

Dylan smirked looking at something behind her head. “Not interested hmm?”

Suddenly the sharp baritone of her very favorite boys voice rang out from behind her.

“Hey!” It called.

Whipping around to see Jughead walking dangerously fast towards the pair, tripping on his always untied laces, her eyes widened.

“ what the he..?”

“Get away from her souphead, maybe your tricks work where you’re from but they aren’t gonna work on Betty, you’re not her type. She knows better that to let a player like you get in her head.” He was fuming and that just spurred Souphead on.

Betty opened her mouth to argue but the cousin beat her to it.

“What’s it to you Jughead? What she does doesn’t concern you? She’s a big girl she can make her own decisions.” Her smirked, throwing an arm over her shoulder

Jughead was practically shaking as he tugged on Betty’s hand pulling her out of his cousins hold.

“I care about her! What she does, does concern me. It’s Called consideration, loyalty. Both of which you apparently have none of.

Souphead gripped her other wrist tugging her back to him.

“dude she doesn’t have a boyfriend, I’m not being disloyal to anyone.” He smiled at Betty as she looked around nervously

“IM BETTY COOPERS BOYFRIEND OKAY?!” Jughead shouted loud enough l turn the heads of everyone in the hallway.

Instantly he shrunk low, wincing at the embarrassment.

“You are?” Betty whispered softly, shaking her hand from Dylan’s and moving to stand in front of him.

Jughead lifted his eyes to Betty’s and shrugged, smiling weakly
“Not quite the best way to ask huh?”

Betty just lifted her shoulders and smiled. Jughead sighed, placing his hands in either side of her face, getting lost in her sea green eyes

“I’m no good at this.. thing we have. But I know that I wanna be with you. I tried to push it aside because I didn’t want to get you involved in my ridiculous, drama filled life, but I can’t see you with someone else. It sucks. And I hate the way that it made me feel, so I guess I’m asking you.. do you wanna be my girlfriend? I totally get it it you..”

Betty cut off his rambling with a kiss to his lips
He melted into her, resting his hands on her waist and squeezing her into his body.
She pulled away smiling
“You’re an idiot Jughead jones.”

He laughed “I’m your idiot.”

She giggled

“You’re my idiot.”

Souphead clapped from behind them

“Well my work here is done. What do you say about introducing me to that pretty black haired girl in the pearls? Veronica, I think her name was? I love the classy ones.”

Betty laughed resting her cheek on his chest as Jughead rolled his eyes.

÷ Sentence Starters
  • "I was born inside a small town."
  • "Friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride."
  • "And when the world's against me, is when I really come alive."
  • "I need to get in the right mind and clear myself up."
  • "I look in the mirror, questioning what I've become."
  • "I'm well aware of certain things that can destroy a man like me."
  • "I am happy on my own so here I'll stay."
  • "I used to think that nothing could be better than touring the world with my songs."
  • "I chased the picture perfect life, I think they painted it wrong."
  • "I think that money is the route of all evil, and fame is hell."
  • "Ain't nobody want to see you down in the dumps."
  • "You're living your dream and this should be fun."
  • "I beg you don't be disappointed with the man I've become."
  • "I guess you know I've been away."
  • "Where I'm heading, who knows?"
  • "My heart will stay the same."
  • "I was younger then."
  • "I found my heart and broke it here."
  • "I can't wait to go home."
  • "I miss the way you make me feel."
  • "We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill."
  • "Had my first kiss on a Friday night... I don't reckon I did it right."
  • "Maybe I came on too strong."
  • "Maybe I waited too long."
  • "Maybe I played my cards wrong."
  • "Baby I apologise for it."
  • "I've been known to give my all."
  • "Don't call me baby unless you mean it."
  • "Don't tell me you need me if you don't believe it."
  • "So let me know the truth before I dive right into you."
  • "You're a mystery."
  • "I have traveled the world and there's no other girl like you."
  • "What's your history?"
  • "Do you have a tendency to lead some people on? 'Cause I heard you do."
  • "The club isn't the best place to find a lover."
  • "Girl, you know I want your love."
  • "Your love was handmade for somebody like me."
  • "I may be crazy, don't mind me."
  • "Boy, let's not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me."
  • "I'm in love with the shape of you."
  • "We push and pull like a magnet do."
  • "I'm in love with your body."
  • "Now my bedsheets smell like you."
  • "Although my heart is falling, too, I'm in love with your body."
  • "I never knew you were the someone waiting for me."
  • "We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was."
  • "I will not give you up this time."
  • "Darling, just kiss me slow."
  • "Darling, you look perfect tonight."
  • "Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know."
  • "She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home."
  • "We are still kids, but we're so in love."
  • "I know we'll be alright this time."
  • "Be my girl, I'll be your man."
  • "I see my future in your eyes."
  • "I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight."
  • "I know I have met an angel in person."
  • "You look perfect tonight."
  • "Baby, I just want to dance."
  • "She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar."
  • "You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool."
  • "She kissed me like there was nobody else in the room."
  • "I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine."
  • "I swear I'm going to put you in a song that I write."
  • "You look happier."
  • "I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours."
  • "Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain't nobody love you like I do."
  • "Promise that I will not take it personal if you're moving on with someone new."
  • "You look happier, you do, my friends told me one day I'll feel it, too."
  • "I'll smile to hide the truth, but I know I was happier with you."
  • "Everything's reminding me of you."
  • "You're happier, aren't you?"
  • "I know that there's others that deserve you, but my darling, I am still in love with you."
  • "I know I was happier with you."
  • "I knew one day you'd fall for someone new."
  • "If he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that I'll be waiting here for you."
  • "Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means."
  • "But I heard he makes you happy so that's fine by me."
  • "I'm just keeping it real."
  • "I'll be trying not to double tap, from way back, cause I know that's where the trouble's at."
  • "Let me remind you of the days when you used to hold my hand and when we sipped champagne."
  • "I guess if you were Lois Lane, I wasn't superman, just a young boy trying to be loved."
  • "If it was meant to be, you wouldn't be calling me up trying to fuck."
  • "I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me."
  • "I know you're missing all this kind of love."
  • "In the back of the club kissing a boy that ain't him."
  • "You're still a young girl trying to be loved."
  • "When you're with him I know you're lonely."
  • "Please, remember you're still free, to make the choice and leave."
  • "She is the sweetest thing that I know."
  • "You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low."
  • "Oh we're in love, aren't we?"
  • "I feel safe when you're holding me near."
  • "Love the way that you conquer your fear."
  • "You know hearts don't break around here."
  • "Spent my summer time beside her, and the rest of the year the same."
  • "She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home."
  • "I'm not scared of passing over or the thought of growing old, because from now until I go, every night I'll kiss you."
  • "We could change this whole world with a piano."
  • "I'm just a boy with a one-man show."
  • "Love could change the world in a moment."
  • "The revolution's coming, it's a minute away."
  • "I know, I'm all for people following their dreams."
  • "The future's in the hands of you and me."
  • "You are the one, girl."
  • "How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?"
  • "So tell me that you love me, too."
  • "We were sat upon our best friend's roof, I had both of my arms round you, watching the sunrise replace the moon."
  • "We were sitting in a parked car, stealing kisses in the front yard."
  • "I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up."
  • "A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved."
  • "I hope that I see the world as you did."
  • "A life with love is a life that's been lived."
  • "I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine."
  • "We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright."
  • "You're like something that God has sent me."
  • "I lost my shoes last night, I don't know where I put my keys."
  • "I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time."
  • "My heart is breaking at the seams and I'm coming apart now."
  • "Always say what's on your mind."
  • "I was twenty four years old when I met the woman I would call my own."
  • "Her daddy said, 'No, you can't marry my daughter.'"
  • "I'm gonna marry the woman I love."
  • "Never had I seen such beauty before."
  • "I never worried about the king and crown."
  • "I gave all my oxygen to people that could breath."
  • "I gave away my money and now we don't even speak."
  • "I drove miles and miles, but would you do the same for me."
  • "Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels."
  • "I drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills."
  • "All the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf."
  • "So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself."
  • "I'm here again, between the devil and the danger."
  • "Before I blame someone else, I've got to save myself."
  • "Before I love someone else, I've got to love myself."
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Characters: Soulless!Sam, Reader, Dean

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Warnings: SMUT; rough sex, but gentle at first. Oral on female. Unprotected sex. (Wrap it before you tap it, my dudes.)

Words: 1,476

Author’s Note: So this was for @impalaimagining’s kinks thing? Yeah? Yeah. I had Soulless!Sam and Virginity. Also, this is PART of my thank you for 300 FOLLOWERS!!! YOU GUYS ARE INCREDIBLE!!!

The beat pulses through me, almost as if it’s travelling directly through my bones. The lyrics pour out of my lips as they flow out of the speakers of the club.

I feel his hands as they grip my waist, pulling me back to grind on him. I know who it is before I turn. Sam.

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The Grim Reapers Girlfriend (Min Yoongi)Pt.5

Originally posted by yoonseok

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader (and a bit of JIn)

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing

A/N: I am currently sick while I wrote this so I apologise for any mistakes and that it is extremely short. (Also if you’re going to listen music while reading this I suggest you listen to Goblin soundtrack)


“Uh no, no ones sitting there” Jin replied smiling, nudging your arm to get you to remove your bag from the desk.

“My name’s Yoongi” he bowed to you and Jin, he gave you a small wink and started to look at the board, trying to wrap his brain around what the teacher was talking about.

Ten minutes later You were forced to look at him.

“Hey, do you know what the hell she’s saying?” Yoongi asked the both of you, you lifted your head up and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Yeah I do. Instead of waltzing on in here, what three, four classes into the term? I got here on time and listened. ALSO I don’t interrupt in class” You snapped.

Both Jin and Yoongi made a baffled face and decided to stay quiet for the rest of the humdrum lesson.

Through out the lesson Yoongi couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, the way your attention was fixated onto the white screen and every time you put your hand up to answer a question your hair fell right into place.

You truly were the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on and secretly he was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. Your feelings for him were flourishing every day, and you knew it.


“Where are you going now? I was thinking we could go grab something to eat?” Yoongi spoke throwing is bag over his shoulder.

“I think I’m just gonna go to back to my dorm and sleep for a bit. I don’t feel well” you whispered.

“Whats wrong?” Yoongi asked, grabbing your arm and making you turn around to face him.

“I’m getting a headache…from you.”

You walked down the corridors swaying your butt side to side lightly to grab Yoongi’s attention, and boy did it work.

“I know you have a thing for her” Jin laughed, glancing at Yoongi as they both walked outside into the cold midday air.

“Oh yeah? How do you know?” Yoongi inquired stopping in his tracks, waiting for Jin’s marvellous answer. 

“How about you and I go grab coffee right now? Let the princess sleep before you go back to her?” Jin asked, and Yoongi happily obliged. Never in his life has he turned down coffee.

The two of them a grab a table at the back, they found out that they both prefer the back so you can easily see people, a habit Yoongi has always done.

“Now. How do you know I have a “thing” for Y/n?” Yoongi put down the navy blue mug and crossed his legs, giving full attention to the tall boy.

“It’s simple” Jin began leaning back.

“The way you look at her. I can tell you’re in love, its clear that you guys have seen each other before, I can’t tell you how I know that but you’ll probably find out soon. Of course I think she’s beautiful, she’s everything I want in a girl…Lets just say I know what you offered her and I know what she was going to say” Jin winked leaving Yoongi breathless.

The two of them talked more until night fall. They bid their good byes and went their separate ways. Before he went home Yoongi decided to surprise you.


In bed that is where you laid, where Mi Na was working away like a maid, you see what I did there? Mi Na threw your boots under your bed before anybody tripped over them.

“Jesus! we’ve only been in this dorm for what 2 weeks? And you’ve already managed to make it looks like a bombs hit it. Next time, you do your own cleaning up” Mi Na rambled on passing you a blue tablet.

“What’s this?” you asked taking the pill in between your fingers and twirling it around, inspecting every part.

“Its for pain relief, It’s strong to some people. When I say its strong…It will make you feel like your high and drunk at the same time” Mi Na laughed putting on her high heels, “Don’t worry. If you feel it, just sleep it off.”

You swallowed the hard substance and laid back down. “It’s a shame you can’t go to the party” Mi Na pouted, “Call me if you need anything okay?” she came over and kissed you on the forehead then left.


“I bring the good noods” Yoongi appears at the end of your bed, holding a bowl of hot noodles. “Yoooooongs!” You dragged out and sat up, seeing double of him.

“I guess the medication is strong on you” He placed the noodles down near your bed side table and sat next to your bed.

“Maybe. What are you doing here?” You asked laying back down, grabbing the ‘Totoro’ plushy. “I came to check up on the girl I lo-” Yoongi stopped himself before he could say anymore and saved it with a cough.

“Hope you’re not getting sick…” you whispered, “what do you wanna do?” you asked staring at him appreciating the way is black hair just cover his eyebrows, or the way his eyes are just the right amount of brown and black.

“We could watch a movie? I haven’t seen one in 112 years” Yoongi laughed, you eyes went wide “How old are you!?” you yelled sitting up, not realising how close you two are sitting.

“554 years I think?” he questioned, grabbing your laptop. “Which movie?” he asked, you pushed the fact that he’s 532 years older and found one of your favourites.


“Rose totally could’ve fitted Jack on. Or they could’ve took turns!” Yoongi hollered pushing the laptop off of the bed.

“Shhhh I know, just except the fact he died” you patted his back, Yoongi laid next to you and continued staring.

 You turned to him staring at his eyes, it was silent. Not the kind of silence where everything is awkward, but that good silence. “What?” You asked giggling, “You’re breathtaking” he sighed.

He crawled over you, struggling to hide your blushes you smiled at him. “Where are you going?” you pouted.

“Jungkook gets worried about me when I don’t return home by a certain time” Yoongi sighs again and throws his coat over his shoulder reaching for the door knob.

“Don’t go” you croaked. Yoongi turned around on his heel, a blank look on his face.

“What?” he asked walking back towards you. “Stay here with me, until I fall asleep” you whispered. 

Yoongi put his coat back and crawled back into the position he was in earlier, this time his arms were wrapped around your fragile waist.

Before you drifted off into a deep slumber you told Yoongi something your sub conscious mind was dying to tell.

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“If I’m breath taking then that makes you…heart stopping”

At that moment, Yoongi swore he could feel his heart beat again.

Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Nine)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Masterlist with all other parts for this story

Gif by @jonesbetts

A/N: The scene I used for inspiration for this chapter (and the song that’s used) is right here if anyone wanted to check it out!

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You were able to stay home from school for the entire next week. After Jughead and Veronica found out your secret, you wanted to avoid everyone and get back to your universe as soon as you could. You told Sam and Dean you could stay home and further research the Celtic spell the two of them had found or even travel to obtain some of the ingredients they needed. Since they were antsy to leave as well, they allowed you to miss school in order to help them out.

If Sam and Dean knew something was up with you, they didn’t say anything. Usually you were annoyed if they danced around a topic but you were grateful for it now. It was now Saturday night, the day of the dance. You had decided after the events of last weekend that you weren’t going to the dance. Despite this, you kept looking at the clock, counting down the hours until the dance at eight.

You were leaving tomorrow. The spell was done. All that it needed to do was sit for 24 hours. By nine am tomorrow, you would be home and you could forget this fiasco ever happened. However, even if you weren’t talking to your friends, it hurt you to think of losing them. You had ignored texts from all of them, eventually just settling for turning your phone off by Sunday night. You hadn’t looked at it since.

At seven pm, there was a knock on your door. Thinking it was either your brothers or Castiel with questions regarding the spell, you quickly got up to answer it. What greeted you instead when you opened the door was a surprise.

Jughead Jones, still wearing his beanie and clad in a black suit and tie, was outside your door, holding out a single red rose. Your eyes widened.

“Ms. Winchester.” he said.

“Mr. Jones,” you said back instinctively, still in shock. “W-What are you doing here? How’d you find me?”

Jughead smirked.

“I’m here to take you to the dance. Oh, and Veronica told me.” he said.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down.

“Oh.” you said softly as you took the rose.

Of course she did.

Jughead sighed, sobering up.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

You toyed with the idea for a minute or two before eventually nodding, waving him in. He walked into your motel room, looking around it as you closed the door behind him.

“Not too shabby.” he joked, turning to look at you again.

You gave a small smirk as you put the flower into the only vase you had; a glass of water sitting next to your bed.

“Yeah, well, it’s not for very long.” you said, not totally lying.

Jughead nodded, thinking you were soon moving to a bigger place. The two of you were silent, eyes settling for looking at the ground.

“I—”

“Look—”

The both of you chuckled.

“You first.” you said.

Jughead smiled.

“I-I really just wanted to tell you that, um, I don’t care,” he said. “That you have a kid. I don’t care if you have six kids. I don’t care that you have all these secrets. Would I like to know? Yeah. Of course. I can tell these things are tearing you apart. I want to help. I want to be that person you talk to about all your problems. I like you, Y/N. A lot. And if you could do me the honor of accompanying me to the dance tonight, I’d be the happiest guy alive. Oh, and I’ll try not to ask any probing questions, but you know me.”

You giggled at his words.

“Well, Mr. Jones, after that beautiful speech, I see no reason not to go,” you said. “But do I have enough time to get ready?”

“I came here an hour early for a reason.” he deadpanned as he sat down on your bed.

You laughed.

“Of course you did,” you said. “Well, just let me take a shower and I’ll—”

A loud knock at the door interrupted you.

“Y/N!” a voice called.

You frowned.

“What even…”

You walked over to your door, opening it. Sam, Dean, and Castiel were all standing outside, craning their necks to see who was inside your room.

“Is he there?” Dean asked gruffly. “The kid, is he there?”

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, he is.” you said.

Your brothers and the angel barged into your room, making Jughead quickly stand up. Dean narrowed his eyes at the raven-haired teen.

Jughead, was it?” he asked.

“Uh, yes,” the teen said, quickly walking over to the taller men.

He held out his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you.” he said.

The men looked at Jughead’s hand.

“Hmm.” Dean snorted and Jughead slowly lowered his hand.

“So, Y/N,” your eldest brother began. “I couldn’t help but notice that Jughead here is all dressed up but you’re not. Care to explain?”

You rolled your eyes at Dean’s tone.

“He came here early to talk to me. Is that such a crime?” you asked.

“No, not at all,” Sam said. “But you need to get ready. That gives us the perfect opportunity to talk to him. Alone.”

Jughead turned white as a sheet as Dean smiled wolfishly.

“I swear to God if you guys—” you began.

“We just want to talk!” Dean said as he held up his hands in surrender.

You sighed.

“Just talk. That’s it.” you warned looking at the three men.

“Talking is all we need.” Dean said smugly.

Jughead swallowed, his eyes wide with fear.

“Alright.” you sighed.

“Great. Jughead, why don’t you come with us back to our room? We can have our little chat there while Y/N gets ready.” Sam offered.

Jughead nodded slowly.

“Okay.” he croaked.

Dean slapped a hand on the smaller boy’s back as he lead him to the door.

“This’ll be fun.” he said.

Castiel gave you a sympathetic look as the four of them left your room, leaving you alone.

You sighed.

You needed to get ready as fast as you could.

At twenty minutes to eight, you emerged from your motel room donning your beautiful black dress and small black heels that you had borrowed from Veronica the day before you got your dress. You only had a touch of makeup on; some eyeshadow and some lip gloss. You looked beautiful.

You knocked on your brothers’ motel room door, taking a deep breath. Castiel opened the door, eyes widening when he saw you.

“Y/N,” he breathed. “You look beautiful.”

You smiled.

“Thank you, Castiel.” you said.

He held the door open all the way, ushering you in.

The rest of the guys who were sitting on the beds looked up at you. Jughead beamed while Sam and Dean looked just as surprised as Cas did. They quickly got up.

“What do you guys think?” you asked as you gave a little twirl.

“You look amazing, Y/N.” Jughead said.

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Juggie.”

Dean snorted.

““Juggie.”” he repeated quietly.

“Dean.” Sam scolded.

But you and Jughead didn’t notice. You were too busy smiling at each other. Staring at each other. Trying to remember this moment.

“Well,” Dean cleared his throat. “Guess it’s time for you kids to hit the road. Don’t wanna be late, I guess.”

You and Jughead nodded as the teen made his way over to you.

“You really do look stunning.” he whispered in your ear, making you giggle.

“Remember what we talked about, Jughead.” Dean warned.

Jughead nodded.

“Yes, sir.” he said.

Dean looked pleased at being called “sir,” but he refused to give Jughead the satisfaction of seeing his approval.

“Go on then.” he said.

You and Jughead left the motel room, the three men trailing behind you. You saw the lone car in this motel parking lot and raised your eyebrows at Jughead who smirked.

“It’s Archie’s. Convinced him to let me borrow it for the night.” he said as he pulled the keys out of his pocket, jingling them.

You nodded in approval.

“Not bad, Mr. Jones,” you said. “Not bad at all.”

Just as the two of you got into the car, you heard two voices behind you.

“Have fun!” Sam called.

“But not too much fun!” Dean blurted out, making you and Jughead blush.

You closed your car door and Jughead sped off, the two of you on your way to the dance.

When you entered Riverdale High’s gymnasium, you were shocked to see how much decoration there was. Multicolored streamers were everywhere and the gym was decked out in white Christmas lights complete with a random disco ball hanging from the middle of the ceiling.

“You like it?” Jughead asked, looking at you.

You instead looked down as your intertwined fingers and smiled.

“Yeah. I do.” you said.

Jughead blushed, making you giggle again.

“Y/N!” a voice called.

You turned around to see Veronica who was looking at you with wide eyes.

“You came!” she exclaimed.

You smiled and nodded.

“Guess I did.” you said.

She sighed.

“Y/N, I feel terrible,” she began. “I shouldn’t have tried to confront you on the—”

You cut her off with a tight hug, not letting go.

“Y/N?” she asked softly.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Just… thank you.”

You pulled away to see Veronica smiling at you.

“Okay.” she said quietly.

A pop song started to play loudly in the background and you felt Jughead take your hand again.

“You wanna dance?” he asked.

You nodded and turned back to Veronica.

“I’ll see you around?” you asked.

She beamed, nodding.

“Of course!” she said. “I wanna hear all about how this little thing between you and Juggie came to be.”

You smiled before you allowed Jughead to pull you towards the middle of the dance floor, your heart falling as you realized that was probably going to be the last time you ever saw Veronica Lodge. Your thoughts were momentarily forgotten once you saw Jughead’s blinding smile as he started to dance. You began to dance as well only for the song to suddenly change to a slow song.

What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out

Jughead smiled shyly and held his hands out for you. You took one of them slowly as your other hand rested on his shoulder and his free hand rested on your waist.

You’ve got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down
What’s going on in that beautiful mind

The two of you looked down bashfully, eyes glancing up at each other every now and then.

I’m on your magical mystery ride
And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright

Taking a chance, you decided to rest your head on the area just below his shoulder. You felt him tense before he finally relaxed, his cheek coming to rest of your head.

My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind

You could feel and hear Jughead’s heart pounding furiously in his chest. You looked up at him only to see his blue-green eyes returning your stare.

‘Cause all of me
Loves all of you

With that, Jughead dipped down and captured your lips with his in a soft, sensual kiss. Your body felt like it was on fire and you deepened the kiss, feeling Jughead’s telltale smirk against your lips. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, Jughead was looking at you with so much love in his eyes that you thought your heart might burst.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked.

You nodded, smiling.

“Yeah.”

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A/N: Final part will be up either tomorrow or Tuesday! :)

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can you do something with stony and hickeys?

Tony has a sensitive neck.

It’s not something he advertises, obviously, but it’s a fact of life. Pepper had made use of it now and then, when they were still together, and Steve had figured it out himself pretty quickly.

The problem, as Tony sees it, is that Steve is kinda old-fashioned - which doesn’t, it turns out, mean the guy is boring in the sack. Oh, no. The problem is that Steve is well-used to not getting into someone’s pants, is used to being patient and denying things, is willing to spend nearly an hour doing nothing but driving Tony crazy and never even opening his fly.

Steve is the worst.

“Ah, ah, Rogers, damn it-” Tony hisses, pressing his head back into the mattress as Steve chuckles against his skin, his breath tickling over the hair there. Steve traces over Tony’s clavicle with his teeth, and then he wraps his lips around the side of the hollow at its base, sucking a mark into the skin and drawing a bruise to the surface. “Steve, please!”

“Aren’t I pleasing you enough, Tony?” Steve asks, in that sneaky, innocent Good Christian tone that’s about as real as Pam Anderson’s tits. Then, he bites, and Tony loses the ability to think for a while.

When Steve releases him, finally, Tony looks at himself in the mirror: his shirt is splayed open at the collar, and there are red marks and grazes all over his neck: most of them are way too high to be hidden by his shirt, even buttoned to the top.

Steve leans in, kisses the side of Tony’s cheek, and murmurs, “You wanna do me?”

“Sure, cowboy,” Tony says, not bitter at all, totally, “but I sure am not doing your neck. Take off your pants - keep your y-fronts on, though.” Tony’ll see how Steve feels when his thighs look like this - and Tony won’t be touching his dick either.

Going by Steve’s expression as he unbuttons his pants, he isn’t taking Tony’s threat seriously.

Tony guesses he’ll be serious as murder in T minus five.

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seventeen as texts from the 160cm squad group chat

s.coups: bdsmtest.org

jeonghan: i am still hungry and questioning my life choices

joshua: i can’t tell if you guys are bullying me or if you’re sadists

jun: how couldn’t it be with that foetus in a jar in the science lab

hoshi: why u hatin on dibo

wonwoo: someone just dropped a jenga block on my head rip

woozi: WHO SLEEPS THIS EALRY

dokyeom: OLE OLE KACANG PUTEH

mingyu: guess who tripped int he bus again

minghao: send ;))))) not nudes; the dance cover

seungkwan: i’m frickin buing-buing-ing my way out of the universe; i’ll ooh-ahh my way to hell

vernon: waNNA SEE MY MEMES

dino: I SHOT A NERF BULLET AT HIM WHN I FIRST MET HIM BC I DIDN’T LIKE HIS ATTITUDE

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Eyes On Me (Pt. III)

Title: Eyes On Me (Pt. III)

Pairing: Josh/Reader/Tyler

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Name calling, choking, spanking, (the holy trinity of smut if you ask me) There’s also blood but it’s not involved in the sex, so there’s that.  Do with that information what you will.

A/N: Honestly, this was really fun to write.  I thought this was going to be the last part, but it’s definitely not.  I will go for part IV.  I did split up the fic as you shits requested, so part three is just freakishly long.  Like 8k words.  This is only like 4k of them though, I think, I don’t know. ENJOY, and as always, please let me know what you think!  Also, here are the links to part one and two for you lazy motherfuckers.

Here are the links to Parts I and II: 

Eyes On Me (Pt. I) and Eyes On Me (Pt. II)

Your head spun as you walked up to your room that night.  The boys ran sound checks for most of the day and rehearsed nonstop.  The entire process left you with a bitching headache and you were worn out. Not to mention that you’d just cheated on your boyfriend and actually enjoyed it.  How could things fall apart in such a short amount of time?  Conflict raged in your head, and you pressed your fingers to your temples, trying to force it out of your thoughts. 

Upon reaching the hotel room you shared with Josh, you pull in a long breath and dig through your bags to retrieve the key.  Finding it, you try to force it into the slot, but end up wrestling it pathetically, unable to open the door.  With a heaving sigh, you press your forehead against the cool surface, willing it to open.  To your great surprise, you hear the latch click, and try to catch your balance as the door swings inward.  Josh stands on the other side of the door, wearing his briefs.

“I uh, heard you… struggling” he said, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he looks at the room key clutched in your hand. 

 Your mood is instantly lifted, and you fight to suppress the guilt bubbling up in the back of your mind.  He smiles at you, and pulls you into a hug. 

“You look really tired babe, let’s get you into bed.” 

He pulls at your jacket and you let him undress you. Once you’re standing before him in nothing but your underwear, he turns and grabs one of his t-shirts, and pulls the soft material over your head.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whisper softly, lacing your fingers into his own.

He quirks his eyebrow, looking inquisitively at you, and presses a kiss to your temple.

“You need sleep. I love you.” he mumbles against your hair.

He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you lightly, and you return the hug, pulling him close as a tear rolls down your cheek.  Quickly, you wipe it away and climb into bed, nestling under his arm and burying your face in his chest. 

The next day flies by.  You try your damnedest to avoid speaking to and/or interacting with Tyler.  If you stay away from him, you won’t fuck up anymore than you already have.  That was your reasoning.  Tyler just seemed disinterested in you, which was the antithesis of how he’d been acting the past couple of days.  This peaked your interest, but you (of course) couldn’t act on it because that was the opposite of what you were trying to accomplish.  A scowl found its way onto your face as you brooded.  Even when he ignored you, he still found a way to occupy your thoughts.
This is where Josh found you, scowling and staring off into space, muttering to yourself.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, noting your expression of discontent.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie, quickly.

“Oh. Okay! Well, I was going to go get something to eat with some of the guys, do you wanna come?” 

“Sure I guess.” you follow him to the car, and ride to Chipotle in comfortable silence.

When Josh pulls in to the parking lot, you draw in a sharp breath when you see Tyler in line ordering.  Immediately your brows push together, and the same scowl takes residence on your face.  Josh notices, but doesn’t say anything.
The two of you order, and walk over to sit down at the table with Tyler.  

“I thought you said a couple of the guys were going to be here,” you mutter to Josh, 

“They bailed.  I didn’t think you’d mind if it was just Ty.” he says quietly.

When the two of you reach the table and set your food down, Josh excuses himself to go to the restroom. You sit at the table, fiddling with the burrito bowl sitting in front of you, refusing to raise your eyes and meet his stare.  You can feel it burning into you, but your laser focus is on the food in front of you.\

“How are you?” he asks, almost cautiously.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘how am I?’” you spit, viciously spearing a piece of chicken with your fork.  

You finally bring your eyes up to his, seeing the same intense look on his face.  You couldn’t quite pin what it looks like, his jaw hardens, his eyes go dark, fist clenches, lips press together tightly.  Finally the word comes to you: Restraint.  He’s showing restraint.  You wonder what he wants to do to you, now, when he’s mad.  Your gaze drifts down to his lips, and he shifts in his seat.  You jump from your daze when josh slides into the seat next to you, and the plastic fork flies out of your hand and clatters to the ground, giving you the perfect escape.

“I’m going to get a new fork,” you announce curtly, picking up the offending utensil and hurrying away from the table.  

Upon returning, you take a long drink, and Josh takes the opportunity to speak his mind, while your mouth is full.

“Is there something going on between you guys?” he ventures.

You choke on your drink as you swallow, eyes shooting to Tyler’s.

“You both seem pretty tense” he continues, smiling easily at the two of you.

“I’m all good Josh, thanks for asking” Tyler responded, his tone light.  Tyler.  That piece of shit.  He was so smug.

“I’m okay,” you smile over at him, kicking Tyler under the table.

He winced and looked at you darkly, but you completely disregarded his obvious discontent.

“Okay, just thought I’d ask,” Josh continues, though still confused at the way the two of you were acting.

You fidget in your seat for the rest of the meal, hardly touching your food.  
That night, you practically ran down the hallway of the hotel, you’d ducked out of Josh’s room and headed straight for Tyler’s intending to give him a piece of your mind.  When you reach Tyler’s door, you raise your hand to knock and pause, reconsidering.  After standing outside for a minute like an absolute freak, you let out your breath in a frustrated huff and turn on your heel, walking down the hallway, but step on some dishes and fall to the ground expletives flying out of your mouth at an alarming rate.  The glass from the room service dishes shatters on the floor, and you feel the warmth of the blood oozing out of your foot.  You pull your foot to you, surprised that you weren’t feeling any pain, but soon realize that means it must be deep. You look at the broken glass, trying to form a plan of action, fingers digging into the carpet of the hallway when you hear his door swing open.

“Fuck me,” you mutter under your breath, looking at the floor in utter humiliation. 

“Jesus, you’re bleeding!” he says, no doubt louder than he intended to.  

You look up from your injured foot pull it towards you, trying to staunch the flow of blood with the napkin on the floor next to the glass you’d broken. Glaring up at him, you begin to form a remark, but he’s scooping you into his arms, and carrying you into the room.  He sets you down on the edge of the tub, and wraps one of the towels tightly around your foot squeezing firmly to stop the bleeding.  Finally, the shock of your injury wears off, and tears spring into your eyes as the pain shoots up your leg.  He looks up at you, and sees the tears streaming down your face, and immediately pushes up off his knees to wipe them off of your cheeks, whispering quiet words of encouragement to you.

“I’m just going to look. Okay?” he asks, looking up to you, concern evident in his eyes.

you nod your head around the sobs threatening to tear from your throat at any moment.
He carefully peels the towel away from your foot, ducking his head down to asses the injury.

“It’s okay baby, it’s not even that deep.” his finger skates over the injury, ever so lightly, but still causing you to wince. 

He gets up and rummages around in the cupboards of the bathroom until he finds the first aid kit, and skillfully bandages you, then carrying you to the bed, nestles you into the pillows gently.

“So, uh, why were you outside my door at one in the morning?” he begins, looking over at you,

“I was actually coming over to give you hell.  I had this whole speech planned.” you smile sheepishly,

“Oh yeah?” he breathes, chuckling quietly.  “What were you going to say?”

“Well,” you say pensively, knotting your fingers in your lap and staring at them intently.  “I was going to tell you that you needed to stop fucking with me.  Tell you to stay away from me, and not to ruin what I have with Josh.” you pause, drawing in a deep breath and sigh, “But now that I say that, and hear it out loud, it doesn’t make sense.  I don’t know what I’m doing, Tyler, all I know is that there’s something about you that I can’t get enough of.  Something that pulls me in no matter how I try to rip away.  Even now, I want you.  I can’t fucking stop myself. I’m so weak.” a tear slips from the corner from your eye, which you roughly brush away.  Avoiding his gentle gaze.

“You’re not weak.  You’re a firecracker. You’re impulsive and radiant and I love that about you.  I can’t fucking keep my hands or eyes away from you. Can’t you see this is tearing me apart too? Josh is my best friend. I just can’t help myself… around you..” he rolls his head back against the headboard looking at the ceiling.  You move your hand over and curl it into his. He pulls your hand up to his lips, brushing his lips over your knuckles.  

“Fuck, Tyler,” you mutter, pulling his face to your own, and wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him closer, crushing your lips to his.   

He moans into the kiss, and pulls away, his eyes contain the same dark look as before. Immediately, he attaches his mouth to your neck, sucking and nipping his way down to your collar bone.  He pulls off the oversize t-shirt and groans when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra underneath, running his fingers deftly over your sensitive nipples.  Your back arches into his touch, soft moans falling from your lips as you dig your nails into his back, pulling him closer to you.  You’re wrapped up in the sensation, Tyler settles in between your thighs, spreading you apart, and pulls down your pants careful to miss hitting your injured foot.  He discards the clothing and leans down, his head between your legs, putting his weight on his elbows.  You can feel his breath on your core; it mirrors your own, his chest is heaving, both of you caught up in the moment.

“What do you want,” he asks lowly, breath tickling your center when he speaks.

“I want your tongue” you admit softly.
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” he breathes, eyes digging into your own, his mouth dangerously close to where you most wanted to feel it.

“I want your tongue, Ty, I want to feel you.  Please, baby,” You moan, your hand fisting in the sheets when he finally comes into contact with you, moving his tongue deftly over your clit.  

He hums against you when he tastes you, causing your entire lower half to clench.  You fist your hand in his hair, grinding your hips against his face.  His hands grip your thighs so tightly he’s sure to leave dark bruises.  He drags his tongue from your entrance to your clit.  Feeling your climax begin to build you whine out his name, tugging at his hair.  He moans against you, sliding one of his fingers into you and curling it against the spot he knew would make you moan.  It works, and your back arches off the mattress, your release threatening to rip through your body.  He feels you tightening around him and immediately stops what he’s doing, looking at you while you writhe beneath him.  

You pull at his shirt and pants but he leans back, refusing your advances, still kneeling right between your legs.  You take the opportunity to bring your core against the denim of his jeans desperate for friction.  

“Needy little slut, aren’t you?” he teases, inching away from you and climbing off the bed. 

 He pulls off his shirt, breaking eye contact with you for as little time as possible.  Looking down, he undoes the button of his jeans, pulling off both his jeans and briefs, and rolls on a condom he fished out of his wallet.  When he looks up at you again, he sees your hand inching down, skating above your aching core.  

“Don’t you fucking dare”, he growls, pulling off the rest of his clothing and getting back onto the bed, pushing your legs apart and pinning you down, his fingers closing around your throat, effectively cutting off your airway.  

You moan underneath him, the head of his throbbing cock teasing your entrance.  His eyes are practically black, he leans down sucking and nipping at your neck, you breathe out the last bit of air left in your lungs, straining to inhale.  Just when the outer edges of your vision begin to blur he releases his grip, sinking into you simultaneously.  Your eyes roll back into your head, and you drag in a gasp, choking, but lost in the sensations rolling over your body.  

He pulls out of you, teasing you again before burying himself in you up to the hilt, and setting a punishing rhythm.  You claw at his back, moaning his name loudly, the headboard slamming into the wall behind you.  He buries his head in your neck, sucking at your pulsepoint.  Suddenly, your conscience clicks, and you pull your head away from him.  

“Tyler, no marks,” you manage to gasp.  He pulls back, hand squeezing your waist and moves in you roughly slamming his hips against your skin. 

You push against his chest, and he gets the idea, rolling over to allow you to straddle him and grind your hips down against him.

“You don’t want me to leave marks on you?” he growls, bringing his hand down hard on your backside.  “Oh, I’m leaving marks.  Just not where he can see them.  You’re mine.  You don’t tell me what to fucking do.”  with this, he brings his hand down again, you groan at the sting.  

He rubs his hand over where he hit, and you take the opportunity to slide down onto his length, making sure you come down on him with a satisfying slap of skin.

“Daddy, fuck me just like that.” you moan leaning back to put your hands on his thighs as he pounds into you, and you know he likes what you said.

“Say it again.” he pants into your shoulder, gripping your ass tightly as he pulls you down against him.

“Yeah Daddy, fuck, you feel so good,” you moan, unable to keep it from escaping your lips as he flips you over suddenly, pushing himself into you from behind.  

He continues at the same pace, your name falling from his lips mixed with incoherent words.  You feel his thrusts become sloppier, and the familiar knot begins to form in your stomach.  Feeling your walls tighten around him, he lets out a low moan and presses his hand against your clit, helping to get you off.  You feel your orgasm building and finally release shaking, and grip the bedcovers tightly in your fist.

“I’m gonna come. Oh my God, baby girl, fuck”  He grips your hips, tightly enough to bruise them, and releases into you, panting your name and falling against you, entirely spent.  

Kissing the side of your neck as he rolls to the side breathing heavily, still feeling the effects of his release. 

“I’ve, uh, I should probably go clean up.” you breathe, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.  

You swear when you put your weight on your right foot, pain shooting up your leg.  Tyler watches you gravely from the bed.

“I’ll find you some pain meds so you don’t limp as badly tomorrow he mutters, disposing of the condom, and pulling on his briefs and jeans.  “I’ll be back soon.” he leans over to you kissing the corner of your mouth, pulls on his shirt and leaves the room.  

You shower, feeling the hot water wash over you.  When you climb out of the shower, you survey yourself in the mirror.  Bruises form on your hips, purple and blue.  You turn, and crane your neck to see the welts that pepper your backside. 

 “Fucking control freak.” you mutter, pulling a brush through your hair.\  

Tyler comes back with the medicine after some time, running his hand through his hair as you take them gratefully.  You look at the clock, seeing that it’s close to 3 am and rub your face with your hands.  

“I have to get back to my room, Ty.”

“Okay, walk uh, safely.” he mutters, smiling at you before pulling you into a hug.


“What are we doing,” you mumble into his shoulder,

“I don’t know.  I can’t stop whatever it is.” he replies, pressing his lips into your hair and squeezing you tightly.

You break the embrace, stepping away haltingly because of your injured foot, and pull open the door.  He watches as you leave, you can feel his eyes on your body all the way down the hallway.  It’s only when you turn the corner that you hear the door click shut.

Upon returning quietly to the room you share with Josh, you look at him sleeping in the soft light.  Your eyes roaming his body, lips are slightly parted, he breathes quietly.  You can’t bring yourself to crawl in bed with him.  How can being with Tyler feel so right? He sighs, turning in his sleep.  You limp over to the couch in the corner of the hotel room and curl up, tearing up at the sight of him.  You push your hand up, scrubbing at your nose, willing them to stop.

my name is arnica and i love slow burn ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also!! for text messages when you see “…” it’s supposed to be like when you see someone typing a message.

title: blooming wallflower
fandom: hamilton
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rating: t for swearing and high school angst
word count: 4681 (what is chill bc i still don’t have it)

(request by @justapieceofsimstrash can I request a Alex x reader imagine? Maybe Alex didn’t know the reader existed because of her shyness while they are in HS? They become friends and they both start to like eachother, even though the reader liked him from the start and he didn’t know it? THEN LOVE! thanks <3)

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