i have no clue why these come out so damn small

Theory on the Future Fate of the Blue Lion

 First off, if you haven’t seen the new reboot of Voltron or listened to the SDCC Voltron panel, let me warn you that this post will contain some spoilers so stop reading right now and go watch Voltron. 

Ready? Okay, here we go.

Now I know that ever since season one of Voltron has ended, the growing fandom of Voltron has been producing A LOT of theories of what season two will bring us. And the trailer for season two has only doubled the hype for the upcoming season and for the fan theories. 

The two theories that seem to dominate the Voltron tag are definitely the theory that Keith is either a Galra/Human hybrid or Galra/Altrean hybrid (seriously this theory has pretty much taken control over all Voltron art and fanfiction in the last few weeks) and the second theory is that Shiro will either by killed off like his forgotten 80′s Norwegian brother Sven (rest in peace dear Holgersson) or be captured for long period of time allowing Keith or Allura to take over the Black Lion. (Though this theory begs the question that is Keith has to lead Voltron and pilot the Black Lion to do so does that mean Lance will take over the Red and Allura pilot the Blue? Will Keith have to give Lance his precious red jacket? Will Lance grow a 80′s mullet too? This theory brings up so many questions)

Both these theories are awesome and have pumped up a lot of great material from the fandom so far and will probably continue to do so until season two comes around later this year.

However, there’s been a theory mulling around in my head for a while now and so far, I haven’t really seen any other fan pick up on it. And since I have no one to discuss this with, I’m going to lay it all out right here for you Voltron fandom!

As the title of this post suggest, this theory revolves around the Blue Lion which automatically means a lot of it is going to deal with this guy:


 Why so scared? Not every Voltron theory is filled with angst and- oh fuck, nevermind.

Yes, while the most fandom are biting their nails over the fates of poor alien Keith and the possible death/capture/brainwashing of Tadashi- oh nevermind that’s Sven- I mean Shiro- I’m sitting in my isolated corner of outlandish theories mentally preparing myself over the possible horrendous fate that could possibly await our favorite Blue Paladin.

But “Why?” you, anonymous tumblr user, will ask.What solid clue can be found in season one that could possibly hint that anything bad could happen to Lance and the Blue Lion in the coming seasons?

Well, simple. It all begins with this lines right here:

                 Foreshadowing or too much Film Theorists? Probably the former                                 but who cares, I’m finishing this post.

Even when I first watched the series the first time around, this line always stuck out to me. I know it’s supposed to lead to a snappy argument with Keith to lighten the area on the serious mood of the scene, but it still felt a bit odd.

Then I began to wonder if it might foreshadow to something coming later in the series. Many of the writers of the new Voltron reboot have written stuff for The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra- both series that have been known to plan ahead and leave foreshadowing to future events in small ways so I wouldn’t put it past the team of Voltron to do the same.

So, the question is, will Lance’s mind because fused with a giant ship in the future? Perhaps with with one…..

     Yeah, stop smiling Blue, this theory doesn’t really end well for you.

Of course, since Blue technically already has her own sentiment mind, this couldn’t work unless something were to happen to the Blue Lion that would make her lose the Quintessence, the life form, that allows her to be more than a plain machine….

….Something along the lines of Zarkon destroying one of the lions as a last ditch effort to prevent Voltron from ever being used against him. 

Because damn it if he can’t have his Voltron action figure than nobody should get the Voltron action figure.

But seriously, wouldn’t this be the best plan all together if everything else fails?Why waste all the time and resources trying to steal the lions when he can just destroy one of them and prevent the so-called ultimate weapon from being used against him in the first place? He was doing an okay job of conquering the universe without the Voltron for the last 10,000 years. 

But why the Blue Lion you of little faith ask? If that’s his last ditch plan, then he could destroy any of them to make it work.

Well you’re right- there is no solid evidence to support the idea that it would be the Blue Lion could be destroyed or permanently damaged if these theory plays out. 

But from a writer’s standpoint, if any of the Lions’ were to be killed or damaged, the one that would hit most with the audience probably be Blue.

Look at it this way- who was the lion that the main characters, and we as an audience first met?

                                             Love at first sight.

That’s right. It was Blue. And by all accords, she is the lion that we spend the most time with solo on screen. We get to see more of her personality and grow attached to her at the same time as the main characters to. She is the Lion we, as an audience, have the most emotional attachment to. If anything were to happen to the lions, it would hit the hardest if it happened to Blue. 

And you can bet that the writers did that on purpose.

              How dare they make me feel emotions for this giant robot cat.

So Zarkon destroys Blue to make forming Voltron impossible. Maybe he absorbs her quintessence to make himself more powerful just as he did with that one planet. So her mechanical body may still be somewhat intact, but her lifeform that makes her a living being is gone. She is a lifeless shell. But of course, Lance, her pilot, would share the same Quintessence as Blue. What if, as the ultimate sacrifice, Lance will give up his own Quintessence, his very life force, and fuse with the Blue Lion, thus in a way, becoming the Blue Lion himself?

                                        Oh look Blue! We’re a match!

But, you argue, could this be possible? Making an AI out of memories like with Alfor and the Castle Ship is one thing, but Lance literally becoming the next Blue Lion? Impossible! Nay! Nay!

Don’t worry, I’d be “naying” in disbelief with all of you if I hadn’t realized that we’ve been watching organic beings becoming sentient warships (aka the Robeasts) throughout the entire first season. Haggar and druids have doing this since the very beginning. For example:

This guy

became this asshole

And Haggar’s weird pet lizard

became a digimon I’m pretty sure

Based on this evidence, I’m pretty sure the Lions of Voltron probably all used to be actual organic beings at one point in time before becoming literal weapons to protect the universe.  Haggar and her druids probably rediscovered this same magic to create their own Voltron Lion wannabes.

But if this theory comes true and Lance does sacrifice himself to become the next Blue Lion, then the question is, who would be the next Blue Paladin?

The answer of course, for those who have watched the original series is….

                                Literally fuck anyone who just said Sven. 

Yes Princess Allura. Who else? Blue is literally one of the key colors that represents her in the series. And I don’t think it is just a coincidence that out of all the paladins it was Lance that Allura first saw when she woke up from her 10,000 year long sleep.

I’m going to ride you one day…And not in the way you’re thinking about, pervert.

You would think that the writers would have had Allura fall into Keith’s arms (who was her love interest in the past series) or maybe Shiro’s (since there seems to be some hinting of romance between them), but no, she falls into Lance’s arms, thus already starting the connection between future pilot and lion.

So there you have it folks! I’ve just tossed in my theory for what might happen in the future of the series. Of course, this is all just plain, fun speculation! And whether you agree with it or not, I’d love to hear what you think about it!

Storage Room (M)

Originally posted by seagulljjk

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut 

╳ Summary: You didn’t know that accidentally being locked in a storage room with Jungkook could turn out to be so fun.


All you wanted to do was go to the mall by yourself and have a relaxing day but no, of course that can’t happen. You were just walking by a store, glancing at a display window, admiring a cute outfit until you heard screams. You quickly whipped your head around to see a swarm of girls coming at you. You had no time to think before you got pushed into the store, the employees freaking out trying to shut the door, and a guy in all black pacing back and forth.

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FaceTime Call

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You Facetime Tom after finding out from fans he cut his hair. Your phone was off while you were landing home from a flight.

Warnings: SWEARING LIKE ALWAYS :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: 400 more till 3k!! I love you all so much :)

I turn 21 in 2 months c: Which means I can buy alcohol, meaning I CAN WRITE FREQUENT SMUT IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE CAUSE I LOVE SMUT


[Reader’s POV]


“So how was your trip?” Your mom asks happily through the phone. Reaching for your bag out of the carrier you tell her to hold on. Sometimes she calls you at the worst times. She onetime called you while Tom and you were having sex and wouldn’t stop calling till you picked up. Your mother was relentless sometimes.


“It went well mom, I’m just back to be in London” admitting the truth with a smile on your face. You loved it here because you got to live with the love of your life.


“How’s Tom doing? Anything new since Spider-Man Homecoming?” she absolutely adored Tom, she claims he’s the best you’ve had out of the guys you’ve dated.


“Yes he’’s actually working on another film, he’s been gone for two weeks while I was away as well so we’re both out and about” you explain as you walk down the plane aisle. You could hear her talking to your dad about Tom. Mentally wondering why she just doesn’t put you on speaker so he can hear too.


“Hey I’m going to go so I can focus okay? Plus Nikki is picking me up from the airport with Tessa”  Saying your goodbyes you hang up your phone. Slipping your phone into your purse you make your way out of the gate. The sound of your suitcase clicking against the bumps in the carpet.


   Walking past people to head towards the baggage claim. Looking at the time on your Apple Watch you walk a little faster. Nikki said she would be here at a certain time and you didn’t like making people wait. Turning the corner you go down the escalator descending to the baggage claim.


    Hearing a bark makes you search the crowd of people. A little grey blob pushes people out of the way. Nikki’s red hair standing out as she took off after Tessa. Opening your arms you get tackled by your favorite dog in the world. Her tongue laps at your face making you giggle.


“Tessa my love, I missed you so much” her body wiggling in your arms as you tried calming her down. People were looking at the interaction the two of you were having. Grabbing her leash you stand back up.


   Nikki opens her arms to you which you gladly take her hug. She gives the best hugs in the damn world. Letting you go she kisses both of your cheeks , she’s like a second mom. Tugging your free hand she pulls you along. She took your extra suitcase even though you tried to take it but she insisted. Leaving thankfully no one was outside, if Tom was with you it would have been a lot worse. He draws big crowds full of his loving fans.


“c’mon Tessa lets get in the car”  opening the door for her she jumps inside. Taking your backpack and purse off you set them on the floor of the car. You hear clicking sounds and turn around to see people with cameras.


    Getting in the car you close the door annoyed with the cameras. You don’t know how Tom does it all the time, it’s got to be truly exhausting having your every move watched. Even his family has to deal with it. Nikki tells you to ignore them and starts the car pulling out of the parking spot. Tessa jumps back onto the seat and lays down next to you.


   Smiling down at her you place your hand on her head. Your thumb stroking her head slowly to her ears and repeating it. Watching as her eyes closed from your touch. God you love her so much, probably more than Tom.


   Taking your phone out you see notifications pop up. Clicking on them you see Tom’s tweet and your heart stops. Going to his Instagram you see he hasn’t posted anything. Clicking on his tagged photos you see his fans posts. Scrolling through they’re all freaking about his Bye Bye Hair tweet.


   Exiting the Instagram app you open your messages and clicking on Tom’s name. Looking at the messages waiting for some sort of explanation. Typing and retyping the message you want to send. Normally he keeps you updated but he hasn’t said a damn thing. When he does that you start to feel like a fan yourself and freak out.


You:

So what’s with the tweet, care to spill the secret like you do with every Marvel secret?


    Locking your phone you know it’d be a while to get a message back if he was on set. The ride home was filled with conversation about your trip. The two of you talked as Tessa slept peacefully. Nikki told you stories about the boys and how mischievous they’ve been. She says Paddy has been getting into the sweets more and has grown a sweet tooth recently.


   Checking your phone you see there’s still no text back. You ask Nikki and she explains she has no clue. Apparently Tom hasn’t even told her which she thought was odd. You knew it was very odd because he’s such a momma’s boy.


   Nikki drops you off at Toms and helps you with your stuff. After you and Tessa are all settled she tells you to come over for dinner. Apparently Harry has been working on something and wants the family to see. He knew you were coming back into town so he told Nikki to tell you since you’re practically family.


   Hugging Nikki goodbye you shut the door behind her as she leaves. Picking your phone off the table you see notifications again. Some were from Harrison and your friends messaging you. The messages consisted of screenshots asking why Tom was cutting his hair.  Your thoughts get interrupted by your ringtone you made for Tom. It was him saying quackson.


Meme King:

C’mon angel don’t be like that, let me give you a call xx


   Rolling your eyes you connect your phone to the charger. Your phone starts ringing flashing ‘Meme King wants to FaceTime.’ Clicking the answer you see Tom relaxing with a hood on his head. Normally his curls peep out which make you narrow your eyes trying to see his curls. His smile distracting as he cheers happily to see your face.


“Ah there’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you darling” his voice making your heart ache, you miss him so much.


“Hey baby, I’ve missed you more..” you pout looking at him snuggle deeper into the couch. You could hear Harrison in the background talking. Tessa’s tags jingle as she jumps onto the L shaped couch.


“There’s my little one! I love you Tessa soooo much” Tom cooed into the screen making a kiss face.


“Tom so are you going to tell me what that tweet was about?” You ask turning the screen back to you. The seriousness in your face made his smile fall.


“I uh.. well I can’t keep it a secret from you anymore” He pulls the hood revealing his hair of cur.. there are no curls. Just short hair that he fixed with his hand. Your jaw dropping at the sight because last night you talked to him and all the curls were there.


“Christ, you don’t like it do you” Tom sits up fixing the angle he had the screen at. You were in shock because you haven’t seen Tom with short hair, the only pictures you’ve seen are from when he was little. Nikki likes to show you pictures from her archive whenever you see her.


“N-No baby, I’m just thrown off is all.. you look very handsome I’m just going to miss the curls” you give him a smile as you see his features relax. Did he really care that much about what you thought of his hair?


“I know how you like gripping onto them when I go down on you” he sighs tilting his head back. Your cheeks tinting pink from what he just said.


“Oi! I’m right here and you’re going to talk to her in front of me like that man? you two are like rabbits” Harrison’s voice fills your ears making you face palm yourself. God dammit Thomas.


“It’s the truth so now she has to wait for them to grow back” Tom defends himself laughing at his best friend. Harrison pops up behind Tom flipping you and him off.


“Awww Hazeroonie don’t be mad you don’t have a sex life” you tease sticking your tongue out. Harrison lets out a small scream taking off out of the frame.


“Okay yeah I’m definitely going to miss your curls now” you sigh thinking of the last time you two were alone together. Your thighs clamping together tightly at the thought.


“I’ll be home when I can love, I’ll FaceTime you every night till were together.. then when I’m home you can give me some personal FaceTime” his smirk making your heart rate pick up again.


“PLEASE GET A ROOM THOMAS” Tom’s head is then hit with a pillow causing him to drop his phone. In the background you hear the two getting into a little fist fight. Knowing them they’re going to sound like children any second with their banter.


“cut it out you twat I’m talking to my girl right now” Tom huffs after a slap sounds echoes through the air. The phone is kicked around making the room look like it’s spinning.


“Ow don’t pull my hair!” Harrison whines followed by a thud. Laughter filling the air making you sigh. These two were actual children.


   Tom picks up his phone that fell from before. Harrison says he’s going to the store leaving the two of you alone. The two of you talk about how long it will be till you see each other again. It was hard while he’s away but you really enjoyed these FaceTime calls. It was the only time you’d see him when he wasn’t busy and it made the wait worth it.

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HIDDEN STARS | PT.1 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | + | (completed)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: angst, smut / idol au

word count: 9,925

description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated. 

You could feel the music pulsing around your body as you swayed in time with the beat. There were packs of dancing figures surrounding you, and you suddenly felt the need for a break from the suffocating atmosphere. You wiggled your way through the mob of people until you reached the outside, and took in a relieved breath; but you immediately regret it because your lungs are instantaneously filled with cigarette smoke from the abundance of lounging celebrities.

You had somehow managed to make it into the VIP section of the club that night, probably due to the short red dress that hitched higher and higher up your legs with every movement you made. It was strange, every time you turned your head there was another famous person catching your eye. You weren’t too into celebrity culture, but you couldn’t help but find it kind of surreal seeing all these people that were usually just pictures in a magazine, or pixels on a screen, standing right before your eyes.

You couldn’t stop the fit of coughing that overtook you, as you tried to expel the rancid smoke that had invaded your body. You stumbled forward slightly, as you tried to make your way to the bar for a drink, when you suddenly feel a hand being placed on your back. You whip your head to the side to try and politely ask the stranger to not touch you, but when his face comes into view all of your words are lost.

There was no mistaking his raven black hair that paired with his fiery eyes, which contrasted greatly with his cute bunny-like smile.

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Break

- The one where Y/n is left at the altar and has a hard time dealing with her emotions

Part 1

Masterlist

A/N: This is more of a filler chapter. This part is significantly shorter than part one and will be significantly shorter than the upcoming part 3, but it’s needed and wouldn’t fit in with the upcoming chapter.

Hope you enjoy. xx


Harry hasn’t seen Y/n in two weeks.

Two weeks and not once did he see her in passing, hear her moving furniture around her apartment at three in the morning, or even hear her door open to reassure him that she’s still home. Through his walls there’s been nothing but silence and he wasn’t so sure whether he was more upset or guilty knowing that something wasn’t right.

He’s considered multiple options as to why she’s suddenly disappeared since that night. Perhaps she left—ran away and decided to stay with friends, or even traveled to visit Rick. Or maybe she decided to work again—take the distractions a step further and just bury herself in the work she’s been avoiding.

Or worst yet, maybe she’s avoiding him. She knows his work schedules after being neighbors for so long and even knows the times he likes to run errands considering they were practically living with each other for a month. But none of the options made any sense because every morning when he leaves for work and every night he comes back home, her car is always parked in the same damn spot every single time.

He’s thought about knocking on her door several times to apologize for all that he said to her. He was feeling too many emotions at once to really think about his choice of words. Although it was her that did the wrong, he should have never accused her of such awful, terrible things because she would never do what she did unless something else was going on.

But he never did. He never did anything about it because he wasn’t so sure how to go about the situation considering she’s had a hard time opening up to him. That, and not knowing what he would be getting in between in regards to Rick and Y/n—if there still even was a Rick and Y/n at this point.

Instead, he stayed in his apartment like a coward, choosing not to face his problems and refusing to be a good friend and check up on her during a time she needed him most.

He felt like the shittiest person in the world for doing so.

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Strip Study

Type: Smut

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Notes: Y’all I’m dead my friend made me think of this and honestly it’s a big ass kink. Anyways, Namjoon is such a sweetie I love my bias omg. Hope you guys love Namjoon as much as I do. Also this is terribly written and short as hell but it’s ok I’m just livin kk bye!

Requests are open!

“I just can’t do this! Screw school I’m dropping out!” You say throwing your pencil in your bag and shutting your book.

You’re about to get off the bed and go take a walk when Namjoon tugs you back, “Hey, hey come on! It’s okay, I know the lesson is hard but you got this! Okay?”

You look at him, contemplating ditching studying or hearing your boyfriend out for once. Namjoon looks at your focused face and thinks of a way to make you stay, “Okay. How about for every answer you get right… I’ll take a piece of clothing off. But, every question you get wrong you got to take a piece of clothing off.”

“So strip poker but for studying?” you stop tugging away and look up at him, raising an eyebrow. You look at him biting his lip in anticipation before letting out a sigh, “God, fine! Fine, I’ll do it. But none of that removing one sock bullshit.”

“Well I don’t have any socks on,” he laughs pulling you back in so now you’re sitting on his lap. He brings the notes to his face and looks at you, “no peeking.”

You laugh and turn away from him as he begins, “What is the largest organelle in the cell?”

You stop for a moment tracing your head for the answer, “Hm… Shit… I know this one… Oh! The nucleus!”

He looks up at you and smiles nodding his head, “Yes! Hoodie. Off.”

He winks at you before slowly taking off his hoodie to tease you. He laughs as he throws it over your head, covering your eyes. You take the hoodie off your head to look at the man but then see why he was laughing so hard. There sat Namjoon laughing, his tank top still on, “You tease!”

You hit him with his hoodie which only makes him lie down on the bed. You bite your lip looking the man up and down, “those arms and that neck are sexy though.”

He gives you a wink, flexing his muscle, “All muscle baby.”

You roll your eyes and put on the hoodie, which Namjoon was pleased with, “Next question.”

“Yes Miss,” he says rolling onto his stomach to grab the flash cards, “Alright. What is one difference between a plant cell and an animal cell.”

“Ugh easy! Plant cells have a cell wall,” You say smirking.

“Correct!”

“Now you’re just handing these to me. Now, get that tank off, right now.”

“Anything for you baby,” he takes the tank off smoothly. You hold your lip in between your teeth to stop yourself from making any sound. This game was amusing to you both. You look at his body, he was fit as hell but it was rare for him to ever show it. You couldn’t help but blush at him. God if he only knew that you would rather be doing something so much different than studying.

“Stop staring, you’re making me self conscious,” he says and wraps his arms across his chest in an attempt to cover himself.

You laugh at him, “Shush and hurry up with the next question.”

He nods and goes to grab the cards, you look at his lean figure, loving the sight of Namjoon shirtless with only sweatpants on. He catches you staring at him but only smirks at you, “Is water polar or nonpolar?”

You snap out of the trance, “Shit. I have no clue.”

“Just guess.”

“I don’t know. Nonpolar?”

He looks up at you and loudly makes a buzzer noise.

“Damn it!”

“Take that shirt off babe.”

You look up at him and raise your eyebrow. You almost forgot that you were also a contender in this game, “Well which one your sweatshirt or your shirt?”

“Both.”

“It’s one per question Namjoon.”

“But you didn’t have that on before the game started babe.”

“But-”

“Come on babe…” He makes a pouting face and moves closer to you, tugging at your shirt,

You narrow your eyes at him but can’t stop the smile sneaking onto your face. You blush a bit as you slowly take off your shirt, trying to avoid eye contact with him. You feels his eyes on you as you pull the fabric off of your body, the cold air hitting your bare skin. You throw the clothes at Namjoon’s head and laugh. He hurries to take them off and throw them across the room. He looks at you, now only in a bra and those short shorts you wear around the house.

“Namjoon,” you hum to get his attention off you and back onto the question.

He clenches his jaw and shakes his head. He stops for a moment and throws the flashcards on the ground, “What’s 1 + 1?”

“Namjoon!” You say laughing but then stop when you notice his impatient face.

“Answer the damn question (Y/N).”

“2,” you say moving closer to him, “Pants.”

He hurries to take the sweatpants off but you stop him. You grab the waist band and slowly pull the pants down his legs, throwing them off the side of the bed. You kneel in front of Namjoon. He looks at you, face red and heavy breathing, it takes him only a second to get up and crawl on top of you. He kisses you hard, moving his knee in between your legs and putting one hand on your waist and the other on your ass. You ran one hand through his hair and the other running down his chest. He growls into your mouth when you push your thighs together, grinding into his leg.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” he says, moving down your body. He kisses the skin around your bra. The impatient man hurries and unclasps the bra kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. He kneeds your breasts together massaging the tender skin, you can’t help but let out a loud and long moan. He looks up at you and smiles going back to kissing down your breasts and stomach.

“Namjoon. Please,” you let out and he stops the slow kisses and speeds up to the edge of your shorts.

“You know what these shorts do to me. They’re so small, I don’t even think you wear underwear with them. Do you?”

He looks up at you and you shake your head blushing, “(Y/N). Always teasing me, walking around the house with my shirts and your nice ass hanging out.”

You look away from him and he rips the shorts off, throwing them to the side. He hurries to spread your legs, immediately kissing and sucking your clit. You don’t stop yourself from moaning out loud. Namjoon growls as he licks between your folds his tongue moving fast and rough against you. He moves to lick your clit and you jolt your body up moaning out his name. He moves his hand and pushes a finger inside of you, almost setting you over the edge. He moves in and out slowly, a contrast to his rapid tongue movement on your clit. He adds another finger and another until you feel yourself about to climax.

“Namjoon! Oh my god!” You say pulling hard on his hair.

“Cum for me baby,” he says getting even faster. It doesn’t take you another second to let yourself go off of the edge. You move your body up but Namjoon grabs your hips and pushes you down. He licks up the cum as you come down from your high. Your breath is heavy as you look down to Namjoon licking you gently, looking up at you.

You gently move to get up, you and Namjoon are both sat in front of each other heavy breathing and it doesn’t take a moment for Namjoon to kiss you hard and push you back down onto the bed running his hands up and down your sides. You moan into his mouth and he takes it as a sign to start up again. He pulls your legs into him, your bare pussy rubbing on the hard dick that was only separated from your due to the fabric holding it in.

“I’m done with the foreplay. I just wanna feel you in me,” you say, it comes out heavy and rough which makes Namjoon grind into you relentlessly.

You subconsciously pull your head back and moan at the friction and he’s quick to attack the skin of your neck, peppering kisses and sucking until he can’t hold himself back anymore.

“Open your damn legs (y/n),” he commands and you immediately open up for the man.

He pulls his boxers down and grabs your hips making sure he’s close to you. He leans down facing you and kisses up you neck and jaw. He’s gentle but you know how rough he wants to fuck you. How loud he wants you to scream his name. How he wants you to only think of his dick relentlessly railing you. He knows you want the same thing.

He pumps himself slowly wanting you to be ready, you nod to him signalling you’re more than ready. He moves slowly when he enters you, wanting you to feel him stretching your tight pussy out. You moan loud and he keeps going in and out, in and out. He increases his speed making sure to pleasure you anyway he can, kissing you, holding you, playing with your breasts, rubbing your clit, or whispering dirty ideas in your ear.

“I want you to scream so loud that the neighbors know exactly how good you’re taking my dick baby,” he says and gets tougher. He turns you around on all fours and starts up again even more rough, his hands now leaving red marks on your hips as he slams into you hard, “You love when I’m rough with you don’t you?”

You can only nod not being able to speak through your moans. He smiles at this slapping your ass lightly to make you tighten and shake. Your moans were sloppy and so were his thrusts, you both losing yourself to the feeling. “I want you to ride me baby, will you do that for me?”

Namjoon slows down until he’s stopped and waits for your answer and through your breaths you let out an exhausted, “Yes. Please baby.”

He smiles his dimple showing as he holds you up helping your sore figure onto him. You can’t help grinding into him, teasing his cock. He grips your ass when you roll your hips and he tries his best not to cum right there. You grab his hard dick and move it to your pussy. He slides in so well and you have to stop yourself from cumming right there. You move up and down rolling your hips, feeling his hard dick ramming into you. He moans loud, one of the loudest moans you had ever heard him let out and before you know it he’s grabbed your hips and helped you to moving up and down. “You look so fucking good riding me like that.”

You can’t answer but instead grind harder which cause Namjoon to lose his mind. He slams you up and down his dick, hard and fast. You feel yourself about to explode from the ecstasy. Namjoon goes harder than ever now, making sure that you feel every inch of him in you. It takes only a few more hard thrusts before your body jolts hard. You cum loud, screaming, “Fuck yeah Namjoon. Oh my god!”

He moans and lets out a loud growl and he lets himself go, releasing himself in you. You’re both stuck for a moment heavy breathing and dizzy from the experience. You then feel yourself collapse as you fall onto Namjoons chest. He lets out a small grunt at the impact of your body giving out on top of him but laughs. He lets out a hum and hugs you tight kissing your head.

“You did so amazing baby.”

You only make an acknowledgement sound as you feel yourself slowly falling asleep. He laughs and holds you closer to him inhaling the scent of your hair, cherishing this moment.

“I’m gonna fail this class.”

Namjoon lets out a laugh, “not if I fuck the answers into you.”

You both laugh, the feeling of sleep slowly kicking in.

“Goodnight baby,” you say and close your eyes, deactivating for the night.

“Goodnight beautiful.”

Animal - Jack Maynard Smut

Summary: “So grab me by the neck and don’t you ever let go, mess me up so good until I’m begging for more”

Word Count: 5317

Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing

Requested: Yes!

Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut, besides that tiny thing in the Conor imagine I posted last night, so please please please let me know how you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve ever posted whoops.

Originally posted by mrs-jack-maynard

 

“You’re going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”

You whipped your head around at the sound of your best friend’s voice, having not even realised that your grip on your glass had become worryingly tight. 

You gave him a sheepish smile as you looked up at Conor’s face, so different to that of his brother’s, and yet with the same piercing eyes that seemed to draw you in every god damn time.

 “Dunno what you’re on about,” you mumbled as you turned back to where you had been looking before, unsurprised at the lack of change in the scene in front of you.

“Just go and bloody talk to him,” Conor groaned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders comfortingly.

 He had watched you and his little brother dance around your feelings for each other for the better part of two years now and he was getting right sick of it.

 All those secret glances when you thought nobody was looking and avoiding each other when the other had someone of the opposite sex around, it was beyond ridiculous. 

He had thought that after you and Jack had kissed at the Christmas party last month, that things would finally improve but they hadn’t, your relationship had merely shifted from ‘just friends’ to ‘just friends with benefits’ and as much as he was thankful that you were finally getting laid and working out some of that aggression, he could see how much it was hurting you, and he wasn’t okay with that.

“And cockblock the master? I don’t think so,” you scoffed bitterly, your fingers tightening around the base of your glass again. 

You knew that the situation you had going at the moment wasn’t ideal, but it was Jack.  You had waited so long for him to see you as more than his brother’s best mate and now he did but it was non-exclusive. 

You knew that you should respect yourself enough to get out but you couldn’t, if this was all that you could have with him, then that was what you would have. It hurt though, being with him between the sheets and then seeing him with pretty girls in the streets.

“Alright that’s enough!” Conor’s voice almost shocked you into dropping your glass, you looked up at him with wide eyes as he pried the glass out from between your fingertips and placed in on the table behind you before offering you his hand. 

“Come on,” he urges you, wriggling his own fingers teasingly, “You and I are gonna go get a drink, and then we’re gonna go and dance, and you’re gonna forget all about my little brother and his tiny dick,” he smirked at you, making you laugh slightly before placing your hand in his and letting him tug you back towards the bar.

Truthfully, you had often wondered whether you were chasing the wrong Maynard. 

Conor had been your best friend for the better part of the past three years and you spent a lot of time together. 

He was handsome and charming and hilarious and sweet when he wanted to be, and you had drunkenly hooked up before so you knew he was a good kisser. 

Somehow, though, you knew it just would be right. Because every single time the thought crossed your mind, you thought of Jack and you just couldn’t fathom being with anyone else.

Conor led you to the opposite side of the bar, far away from where Jack was currently chatting up some pretty blonde.

You could never take your eyes off of him, and especially not when he looked as unfairly gorgeous as he did tonight.

It wasn’t until his eyes flickered to yours and that signature smirk spread across his face that you looked away, refocusing on your best friend and the alcohol in front of him.

You let out a loud groan when you noticed that Conor had ordered a round of tequila shots each for the both of you. 

Tequila had always been the one alcohol that would send you under the table, having been your university roommates poison of choice; any other alcohol and you could generally hold your own but Tequila was the one which would have you yelling drunkenly at Jack within the hour.

 “Conor, really?” you all but whined at your best friend, “You know Tequila is my weakness, I’ll be all over you in an hour,” you joked, having already accepted your fate as you picked up the shot.

Conor shrugged, “If that’s what happens, then it happens, no regrets,” he winked at you before picking up his own shot, the both of you throwing the shots back before slamming the glasses down on the bar. 

You grinned at him as you noticed his face twisting into a grimace at the taste of the tequila, knowing full well that he had only chosen the liquor in order to get you drunk. 

You could already feel yourself lightening up at the alcohol pumping through your veins. 

“Feel better now?” he asked you as he chugged back the vodka and soda in his hand, obviously keen to rid his mouth of the foul taste.

You let out a small giggle as  you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, “Thank you,” you whispered to him, before holding out your hands.

“Come on then!” you said loudly, “Thought you promised me a dance, Maynard?” you grinned at him, your smile growing as he slipped his hands into yours, tugging you into him for a tight hug before pulling you in the direction of the dance floor.

You refused to look behind you to where you could feel Jack’s eyes burning into your backside; if he wanted to use you and then throw you away then fine, he wasn’t the only one who could draw attention on the dance floor, and you were going to make sure of it, besides, was it just you, or was Conor looking particularly good tonight?

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Across the bar, Jack could barely believe his eyes.

You never drank tequila when you went out, you always skipped out on it when the boys organised shots, so why on earth would you down four shots with Conor? 

And why the hell were you letting him drag you onto the dance floor right now? The only person who you ever dance with when you went out was him. 

He was the only one who you let put their hands on you.

Had you looked that good when they had gotten there? Had that dress always hugged your frame that fantastically? 

He gulped down the remainder of his joke and tried focusing on the girl in front of him, she had caught his eye when he’d come up here before, with her large chest and long curvy legs, but the longer he looked at her, the more he noticed the flaws in her appearance. 

Her eyes were dull and surrounded by too much eyeliner, they didn’t sparkle like yours did, he couldn’t see the emotions flash through them like he did in yours when you would lay in bed with him and tell him stories about from before you’d met him and the boys. 

Her lips were flat and looked sticky with lip gloss, they weren’t plump and red like yours always seemed to be, even more so after he had been kissing you.

He tried to pay attention to her, tried to focus on the way her lips moved, tried to imagine the way they would wrap around his cock like yours had this morning when he’d had you in the shower, but he merely cringed at the thought of her touching him like that. 

His eyes flitted over to where he could see you and Conor on the dance floor and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, rage pumping through his blood stream and making him nearly blind with unadulterated fury.

You had your back to Conor’s chest as you guys danced to the overly loud EDM song which was pumping out of the speakers, your head was thrown back against his shoulder as you giggled at something that he was saying into your ear. 

Jack had no clue what his brother was saying, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, it wasn’t innocent. 

He clenched his fists together at his side as he watched Conor’s hands slide down to your hips, knowing god damn well that you didn’t wear proper underwear under that particular dress because of visible panty lines.

He snapped when he saw Conor’s head drop down and press to the crook of your neck, right where Jack knew that special spot was, the one that would drive you absolutely wild when Jack latched onto it. 

He was ditching the girl and surging across the bar towards the dance floor before he could second guess himself; all he knew was that he needed to get between the two of you before you ended up in Conor’s bed by the end of the night, because you were his.

It was a reasonably small and cosy club that the gang had found themselves in tonight, as opposed to some of the bigger ones that they frequented, so it didn’t take long until Jack was in front of you, and wanting to knock that dumb smirk right off of his older brothers face. 

You didn’t notice that Jack was there until he was right in front of your face, but as soon as he was, you barely registered that Conor was even there. A smile lit up your entire face that had Jack’s stomach doing backflips, you were so happy all of the time, how on earth could he even consider someone else?

“Jack!” You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, having to stand on your tip toes to wrap them around him properly. 

You could feel the warmth of him seeping in through your clothes as you buried your face into his neck like you always did. 

“Conor was just telling me the funniest story!” you giggled as you pulled back, whipping your head around to confirm the story, only to find that Conor was nowhere to be seen, “Hey where’d he go?” you pouted as you turned back to face Jack, only to find he had a peculiar look in his eye that you couldn’t quite decifer.

You also realised for the first time how close you were to him, “What happened to that girl?” You asked him curiously as he pulled you into his body, his arms wrapped tightly around your lower waist.

“Looked like you two were really hitting it off,” you commented as your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, one hand tangling in his blonde strands as the other lingered around the hem of his shirt, the very shirt you had torn off of him this time last week.

Jack chuckled slightly as he bent his head down to be closer to you, “Why? Is someone jealous?” he asked, his mouth hot against your ear as his warm breath washed over your neck, making you subconsciously press yourself closer to him. 

You bit back a moan as he tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth gently before pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. 

He pulled back to gauge your reaction and wasn’t surprised when he noticed you rolling your eyes, despite the deep and dark blush on your face.

He brushed his lips against your jaw bone softly, barely even a whisper of a kiss against your skin, “You know you’re the only girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, dragging his mouth across your jaw and down your neck slowly, occasionally using his teeth to nip at the spots he knew were sure to set you off. 

He smirked against your skin when he felt your breath hitch, latching his mouth onto the special spot and giving in a particularly hard suck.

You chuckled breathlessly, using the hand that was in his hair to pull him away from you, “Last time I checked, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was non-exclusive, that’s what you wanted, right?” you asked innocently. 

You were riling him up and you knew it; for some reason, he was being all weird and possessive and you were gonna revel in it for as long as you possibly could. 

You let out a squeak when he used his arms around your waist to haul you into him, your hips pressed together tightly as he growled into your ear.

“Don’t pretend that this is just sex, you know it and I know it, so don’t give me that shit,” he hissed against you before sinking his teeth into that special spot and making you throw your head back. 

Your nails dug into the exposed skin of his shoulder as you pressed the whole length of your body against him, feeling his hardness press into your stomach firmly as he rutted against you.

Letting out a frustrated huff, you used your hands to tug his head up harshly, both of you breathing heavily as you looked at each other, his cheeks already red with the arousal that was pressed against your stomach, as well as the dampness that you could feel pooling in between your legs. 

“So are you just gonna talk shit or are you gonna actually do something about it?” you challenged him with a raised eyebrow. 

You knew exactly how to bait him, the same way he knew how to drive you insane.

He let out a low growl as he yanked you into him, his hands caged around your face as he kissed you harshly. You moaned into his mouth softly as you gripped his shirt in your hands, nipping at his bottom lip playfully as he kissed you with a bruising intensity. 

You let out a soft gasp as one of his hands slid from the back of your neck, down to your ass, squeezing you roughly. You felt him smirk against your mouth as your mouth fell open slightly, slipping his tongue in between your lips and deepening the kiss.

There was no denying it, the boy knew how to use his mouth, he was a phenomenal kisser, and was even better at using his mouth on other areas of your body.

Right now, you weren’t concerned about his mouth though, you were more interested with the rather hard appendage that he was currently grinding into your stomach. 

The boy was hung as hell, and there was no getting around it. Memories of this morning came flashing through you like a flood, the memory of waking up with his head between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, that boy knew all of you secret spots and was not shy about any of it.

Smirking, he pulled back from you, biting his lip at the sight of you looking up at him with pupils blown wide and lips swollen and bright red, the memory of you looking up at him from between his legs this morning making him swallow back a groan. 

He pressed his mouth against your ear again, “C’mon, let me take you home, you know I’ll make it worth your while,” he groaned into your ear, sending a sharp surge of pleasure shooting down your spine. 

Pulling back to see your reaction, he let out a relieved breath of hot air as you nodded quickly, his hand latching onto yours and tugging you behind him as you both made your way out of the sweltering hot club.

The tight grip that he had on your hand did not escape your notice as he pulled you out of the club and into a cab outside, letting out a deep breath as he slumped against the seat on one side. 

“What in the hell has gotten into you?” you demanded, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your body to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows together tightly as you moved your eyes over his physique. 

You didn’t want to stay on one part too long, otherwise you’d become distracted by the different parts of his body that reminded you how beautiful he was.

You let out a squeak as he wrapped his hand around your waist, hauling you over to his side of the cab abruptly and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Didn’t like it,” he mumbled into your neck, humming contently as your hand reached up to run through his hair softly, your nails scratching against his scalp softly as he nuzzles his nose against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

“Didn’t like seeing Conor with his hands all over you,” he mumbled again, lifting his head up to look into your eyes that were wide in shock as you listened to him intently, your heart bashing against his chest. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his mouth pressing against your jaw again as you nodded blindly.

“Yours,” you mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.

 

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You didn’t remember how you made it from the cab to Jack’s apartment, partly because it happened so fast that you could barely blink, and partly because you had spent most of it with your mouth glued to Jack’s neck. 

As soon as you crossed the threshold into the apartment, both of your clothes were flying off, leaving a trail behind you both of your heels, Jack’s shirt and belt, with his shoes ending up somewhere near the kitchen.

Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on Jack’s extremely plush bed, with Jack kneeling at the bottom of the bed and smirking at you.

Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed, balancing your weight on them as you cocked your head to the side slightly, “I’m not gonna magically transform into a perfect ten, y’know,” you chuckled softly, “This is as good as it’s gonna get, Maynard” you smirked.

He simply shook his head at you before pushing your legs apart, your tight dress moving up and over your hips as he settled his body between your thighs, much like he had this morning.

He kissed a line across the top of your panties as his hands hooked behind your knees and dragged them over his shoulders, opening you up to him. 

You collapsed onto your back as he placed open mouthed kisses to you through the thin lace of your panties, your hands weaved into his hair as his mouth continued on it’s way down, placing kisses down your upper thighs before switching sides and kissing up the other thigh, just avoiding the place where you needed him the most.

Using his teeth, he dragged down your panties slowly, his nose brushing against you softly and causing you to let out the most pornographic sound you had ever heard in your life. 

He smirked up at you from between your thighs, discarding your panties behind him as he spread his hands out over your hips, holding you open to him as he physically licked his lips.

This boy was going to be the absolute death of you.

Starting at your knee, he began placing feather light kisses to your inner thigh, slowly making his way up to the apex of your thighs where you laid bare and ready for him. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, “Always so ready for me,” he mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your hips, hard enough so that you were sure that you’d have matching bruises in the morning.

“Jaaaaack,” you whined, bucking your hips up in an attempt to create some friction, “Hurry U-ohhh,” a moan ripped out of your mouth as he suddenly licked a strip from top to bottom, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit as he slid one finger inside of you.

You felt the pleasure began to build as he latched his mouth onto your bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit as he set a steady rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of you.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you moaned even louder, your nails digging into his scalp and causing him the hum against you, the vibrations going through you like shock waves. 

You whined and bucked your hips against his face, desperate to go over that edge, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you in place as he added another finger into the mix.

Curving his fingers up to brush against that specific spot inside of you, you tugged on his hair harshly, making his smirk against you as he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers into you faster and making sure to press firmly against that spot every single time.

Finally, you could feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach begin to tighten almost painfully, your thighs shaking around his head as you threw your head back, “Oh oh my god, Jack! I-I’m g-gonna, oh! I’m almost there!” You moaned out loudly, trying to buck your hips up.

Jack curved his fingers again, focusing on just rubbing against that spot until you were coming like a tidal wave. 

Your back arched up off of the bed as you fell apart beneath him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm until you were shaking, pushing him back as you tried to catch your breath.

Once you managed to regain your breath, you pushed yourself up again, intent on returning the favour, only to find Jack having already discarded his tight jeans and crawling up towards you. 

You never got used to seeing him like this, he was big but not too big and perfectly thick, in other words, the boy was hung as hell and you drooled slightly every time you saw him naked.

He crawled up over you, peeling your bra from your body and latching his mouth onto your nipple, dragging his teeth over it gently as his hand tended to the other one.

Your hand reached down between you, wrapping around his length and beginning to pump him up and down. Jack let out a grunt as he grabbed onto your wrist burying his face in your neck as he pulled you off of him; that was different, Jack never said no to a hand job or blowjob. 

He chuckled against your skin as he brought your hand up beside your head, lacing it with one of his as he brought his head up to look at you. “I’m not gonna last if you put your hands on me,” he chuckled softly, brushing his nose against yours with unfamiliar gentleness as he leaned down to kiss you, dragging the tip of his cock up to rub against your clit, and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

Biting your lip, you lifted one of your legs to wrap around his hips, you pulled him forward until he was right against you. Smirking, he wrapped his hand around your thigh, hooking the other one around his hips as he entered you in one smooth thrust. 

Throwing your head back at the feeling of him fully inside of you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back and wriggling your hips in a silent plea for him to move. He seemed to catch on as he braced his hands next to your head in a push up position as he set a quick rhythm straight up.

You dug your nails into his back as you arched into him, dragging them down his taut skin as he attached his mouth to your sweet spot, working on leaving a sizable mark on your neck as he hiked your leg up even higher on his waist, scraping his teeth against your neck as he gave a particularly hard thrust, his fingers digging into your thigh harshly.

“Ugh you’re so fucking tight,” Jack groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he snapped his hips against you even harder than he had been before.

 He let out a strangled grunt when you tightened around him, your walls squeezing him tightly as he picked up the pace, his hand wriggling between you two as his thumb pressed against your clit again.

You let out a high pitched moan as he slammed into you, knowing from the way he was quivering inside you, that he was nearing the peak. “Come on, baby, I’m almost there, go over the edge with me,” he grunted in your ear, the wet sound of skin slapping together filling the room, both of you covered in a thin layer of sweat as you bit your lip.

Using a brief lapse in his attention, you flipped him onto his back, arching your spine as the new angle allowed him to slip in just that little bit deeper, pressing harder onto that specific spot inside of you. Bracing yourself with your hands on his chest, you began bouncing up and down, moaning at the new feelings surging through you.

You moved faster, feeling the ball of fire in your stomach coil up even tighter as you picked up the pace, all you needed was that little push, and you’d go off of the edge with him. 

You let out a loud high pitched scream as his thumb pressed against your clit for the third time, white spots exploding behind your eyes as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. 

It wasn’t long until Jack was following after you, his hips snapping like pistons into your own until he was letting out a guttural grunt and holding your hips to his as he exploded inside of you.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, covered in sweat and coated in the combined juices of you two as he slowly slipped out of you, softening against your thigh as he wrapped his arms around your tired and clammy body. 

You rested your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in and out softly as you attempting to recollect yourself. 

You traced patterns onto his chest with the tip of your nail as you felt his chest still heaving up and down underneath your hand.

You had heard once that, if you have absolutely mind blowing sex (like you’d had just then) then the best thing for you to do, was not talk to the guy afterwards, so as to let him get his bearings back. 

With that in mind, you crawled out of his arms and made your way into the bathroom to clean up.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, your mind went back to earlier tonight, had he been jealous of you and Conor? If so, why? It had been his idea to keep the arrangement as no strings attached, friends with benefits only. Why was he suddenly being so boyfriend-like?

That thought remained on your mind as you tugged his thrasher shirt over your head, your favourite of all his shirts, and padded back into his room, expecting to see him zonked out on the bed. You were not expecting to see a fully coherent Jack Maynard sitting up in bed and twirling your panties around in his hands.

Blushing, you hurried over and pulled them out of his grasp, pulling them back up your legs quickly before taking a seat next to him on the bed. He smiled at you dopily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, “You look beautiful in my shirts,” he mumbled softly, his smile widening when you blushed deeply but leaned into his hand nonetheless.

Biting your lip, you looked up at him again, “Why didn’t you take that girl home with you tonight?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Why does it matter, Y/N?” he asked as he looking down at his lap, remembering when you had been on it fifteen minutes ago.

 He hadn’t expected you to ask him that, not after you guys had just had the best sex you’d ever had before.

“Because you were totally into her, and then you ditched just to make sure I wasn’t going to hook up with Conor!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation.

Jack was a master at avoiding direct questions and had been for as long as you’d known him, it was one of the things that made him so alluring to girls your age.

“Because he’s my brother!” He fired back, his expression twisting into a scowl at your persistence, “You have a club full of guys to choose from and you pick my brother?!” he sneered, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.

“All I would have done is kiss him, and that shouldn’t even matter to you! You’re the one who chose this arrangement, not me!” you screeched, running a hand through your hair in agitation, “So tell me why you went home with me and not her? Because I’m easy? Because you don’t have to worry about me being a pain the next morning?” you badgered him, knowing that you were getting too worked up but being too far gone to stop it. 

Your words were spewing out of your mouth at an alarming rate and you couldn’t stop them.

“She wasn’t you, okay?!”

To say you were shocked at his words would have been a vast understatement.

He took a deep breath before looking at you again, “She wasn’t you, and the more I looked at her, I compared her to you and realised that I was being a fucking twat to you,” he sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair and making you bite your lip as his biceps tensed slightly.

 “You deserve the world, Y/N, you deserve a guy like Conor or Oli who can give it to you,” he muttered, avoiding your glance.

You let out a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you for more than sex.

After unsuccessfully trying to capture his gaze, you crawled into his lap, sitting back on his thighs as you hooked your hands around his jaw, dragging his head up to look at you and almost melting at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Jack,” you said softly, your thumb rubbing against his jawbone gently, “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if it were any different,” you giggled.

“So if you want to be with me, then I’m right here, but if you don’t, then I’m probably just gonna keep wanting you,” You told him in a soft voice, sure that your own vulnerability was shining through at that moment.

He let out a soft laugh before yanking you forwards and wrapping his arms around you tightly, “How could anyone possibly not want to be with you?” he grinned as he pressed kisses all over your face.

 You giggled loudly as he rolled you onto your side, tucking the blanket around you as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face at the action, so this is what it felt like when the person you wanted, wanted you back.

Mirror For The Sun - Part 6: Mt. Rushmore

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 5  -  Part 7

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3692

Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.

Originally posted by wanderluxx

I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.

As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.

I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”

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Can I please have ALL the Hugo headcanons?? PLEASE??? Because he is so painfully underappreciated!

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- when he sleeps he likes having something to hold on to. before he met the Dad he used to wake up to himself spooning a pillow or his bunched up blanket. now hugo wakes up to himself clinging onto the Dad, always the big spoon. he drools a bit too, and sometimes he leaves some on the Dad’s shirt. hugo gets really embarassed about it, but the Dad finds it really cute. sometimes when the Dad wakes up before hugo he watches him sleep. it’s adorable, cause hugo sleeps with his mouth open a little bit and he kinda snores but its a really soft snore. on days that hugo has to wake up early and go to work, he stares back. the Dad is awake and knows hugo’s looking at him, but he never mentions it because he thinks it’s cute that hugo thinks he’s cute and….. a h ! aha ahhhhh ! h! also it’s the biggest struggle for the Dad to not open his eyes or smile when hugo tries to untangle their limbs without ‘waking the Dad up’. it’s cute how clumsy he is cause he’s so tired in the mornings.

- he’s absolutely terrible at giving directions. he can’t figure out how to read road maps because the font is So Damn Small, and whenever he uses the GPS on his phone to help someone drive, he talks over it. “Take a right turn in 0.4-” “OKAY I THINK IT’S ASKING YOU TO TURN RIGHT”. the Dad is exasperated. hugo is embarrassed. this is why he likes to be the one that drives

- hugo likes romance novels. not even the good ones. you know when you walk into barnes and noble and they have that really cringey romance novel section? you know the ones, the books with like a generic white guy’s abs as the cover? yeah. those ones. he picked one up one day and… at first he made fun of the book, and he read it just to laugh at it, but before he knew it he was invested. he can’t stop reading them. he’s reading the entire Billionaire Bachelors series and no one can save him

- hugo likes the house cold. he has to be freezing 24/7 to feel comfortable. ernest likes it hot, but he doesn’t know how to use the thermostat. he has given up and wears hoodies around the house. tensions are high

- hugo was the wrestling team captain at his high school. he was a huge muscle boy and the entire team loved him. he was really really good at it, but then one match in his junior or senior year a guy from their rival school broke his arm and he never did get back into it. years and years later, he’s a bit nervous, but he uses some of the old moves he knew back in high school, the moves that made his team choose him as the team captain, when he wrestles you on the third date because…. he really wants to impress you. take a moment and imagine how happy he was when you kissed him (if you say ur bitch ass tapped out you’re lying). imagine how speechless he was. let this man be happy

- hugo is fluent in spanish and one day you’re like… “talk dirty to me in spanish, babe.” hugo gets really flustered cause it’s been a while since he’s done anything like that, but he starts talking to you in spanish cause he wants to make you happy. you’re getting really hot about it and he’s literally just… reciting nonfiction literature cause he has no fucken clue what to say

- u know how in damien’s third date hugo adopts duchess? well he’s really afraid of big dogs, but he wanted to make ernest happy. but duchess…… loves him. duchess jumps up on him whenever he comes home and gets really excited and licks his face. duchess tries to sleep in hugo’s bed, but hugo is still scared of this big woofer and wont let her anywhere near his bed. ernest thinks this is hilarious. one morning hugo wakes up and…….. he’s spooning duchess. in his bed. ernest is in the doorway taking pictures. it never ends

Can’t Go Back

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

This is for ma hoe @wayward-mirage​​​​ Rat Pack Challenge. I got the song ‘You’ll Never Know’-Frank Sinatra.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Angst, argument, abandoned reader, regret, self hate. Just all angst.

Word Count: 1861

Summary: Dean finds himself back where he should be. But Y/n isn’t with him.

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this song just gave me a load of angst. I’m hoping it’s really angsty. I have no idea. Either way, hope u like it!!

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@salvatorexwinchester@helvonasche@notnaturalanahi@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam@nerdflash@miss-miep@impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203@greek-geek481@chelsea072498@deals-with-demons@plaidstiel-wormstache@impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56​ @scorpiongirl1 @the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@squirels-angels-and-moose@meganwinchester1999@cubs2019-blog@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick​​ @straightestgay-voice@professsionalsinner

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“No. No. NO!”

Dean frantically scratched at the floor, the doorway, anything he could get to, so he could get back to you.

He turned back to Sam, eyes pouring with tears, not caring who saw him.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?”

Sam swallowed hard, his heart pounding as the rage poured out of Dean.

“I…I did what I had to”, he stuttered, knowing Dean wasn’t going to accept this. 

Not with you still there.

“You…yo-you…”

Dean choked on his words, his vision completely blurred as he felt his heart break.

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Ok, so this is a imagine that I’ve had in my head for a while now. Enjoy, My Lovelies. xx

Tag list: @hamartiamacguffin @illisea @thegreatficmaster @lovemesomepie85 @torn-and-frayed

If you want me to add you to my tag list, shoot me through a message and let me know. 

Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.

‘Hunt?’

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What Rises From the Ashes (A Tamlin Ficlette)

**This fic is exploring the Tamarantha headcanon from Tamlin’s perspective*

Summary: Tamlin confesses that he and Amarantha were incompatible mates- and the role that played in destroying him.

Originally posted by willow-s-linda

Thank you to the amazing and wonderful @feyre-archerons-scrapbook // @the-other-sam for beta reading this!!! She’s amazing and, as I always say, you should all be following her!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxox

All comments loved & cherished!

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s4, breaking the fourth wall, the arg, and gaslighting as literary device

And if the pretentious title didn’t frighten you away, or cause you to immediately unfollow / block me, I offer some thoughts:

Following the cues left by the hot mess s4, it’s reasonable to assert the following (which has been asserted just about non-stop since each of the episodes aired; I am not pretending to be original here):

  • s4 is fucky in a way that seems to call attention to its own fuckyness, especially if you take events and themes of the previous series as guidelines for what to expect / how things work in the world of Sherlock. (A ton of people have done a ton of work on this, but thanks to @antisocial-otaku​ for making it clear how frickin obvious this pattern is, here.)

As much as recent arg developments have been A Ride, I really think we’ve missed the obvious, because it wasn’t nearly as much of a challenge as people were looking for / as the fandom genius hive brain is capable of meeting. I think we’ve been looking too hard.

The puzzle, the thing we are supposed to figure out, is s4 itself. The game is simply this: we are invited to have discernment with regard to what is and what is not possible in the world of BBC Sherlock, and to conclude, as most people did, that much of s4 is, indeed, not compatible with the world of Sherlock. The truth of the narrative is in the subtext, as almost everyone here has argued.

The narrative of s4 is, for the most part, really hard to get hold of, and full of content that blatantly works against everything the show has tried to set up so far. As much as I appreciate attempts to make sense of s4 as is, my mind, like a lot of people’s, recoils when asked to consider (for example) that the people who wrote this:

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Also wrote this:

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You’ve all seen the evidence. You’ve all watched The Final Problem and thought–what the hell is this? 

People in this fandom were crying foul from the moment TST ended. I think we were already playing the arg then (if such a thing exists), and we kept playing it all through s4, because we were thinking critically about the episodes, and questioning the reality status of the story with which we were presented.

Up until recently, I would have said, meh, maybe this apparent lack of skill on the part of the showrunners was deliberate, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe they just threw in a ton of excess detail (like Mr. Glowy Skull) because why not? I am not very big on writerly intention. The text I’m presented with, I feel free to interpret however I wish, and this, to me, is the point of s4. It undoes itself. It undoes the text of series 1-3. It invites critique in a whole new way. Regardless of what does or does not happen next, I will always choose to question this narrative, to read against the text, because that reading is more interesting and less infuriating. s4, like mofftiss, lies. 

But.

The part that makes me think the arg is happening right in front of us, and it’s still live: 

This fucking thing.

This “John and Mary really love each other” barf festival video, released on 28 February. (Savage and efficient crit here, by @smoljohnlock​) 

WHY NOW?

I could see, maybe, that video flying as an s4 preview, but we have it released here, now, after…all that, when we know that the picture being presented in it is nowhere near the reality that we got in the narrative.

I don’t want to say it’s a sign. I don’t know, man. I’m tired. We’re all tired. But that video certainly did invite a renewal of the wtf-was-that outrage of s4, didn’t it?

The fourth wall, in my opinion, has already been broken. 

The show has been teaching us how to observe, and not just see, to think critically, and to look for solutions to puzzles, since the beginning. Now it’s turning the function of detective over to us. 

Just like the #sherlocklive game was designed to allow us to practice our puzzle solving on a small scale, so is s4. The entire narrative invites us to sit up, take notice, and say, come on, that can’t be how it really happened.

I’m still not going to predict the future here. The show has broken the fourth wall before, and paid off careful observation, via the “1895″ clues. It might be doing that with the “March 8″ billboard thing. It might not. When I say that the narrative is unfinished, I mean exactly that–it lacks an ending (much like my languishing WiPs…sorry about those, btw). What will happen next? Who knows? None of us. Signs (that’s literal, billboard-type signs) point to something more. 

BUT IS IT ART?

So: we have been presented with not one, but two false narratives. If mofftiss finish their damn story, and offer some sort of explanation for all the fuckery of s4, then we’ll have been told a bunch of lies in-story, about “what happened” to John and Sherlock, and a bunch of extratextual lies, about s4 being finished after three episodes. 

I will always assert, regardless of what happens next, that the in-story lies are there, and believing the textual level of the narrative makes less sense / is less happy making than believing that the story lies. As for the bigger lie, about the length of s4 / the end of this narrative–we’ll see. 

It’s a peculiar choice, this, as modern storytelling goes. Rather than just, you know, tell the story they wanted to tell, about a detective and his blogger, they’re really going the long way round. If the “s4 is fake” reading is confirmed, and there is a plan in place, it’s show-offy. It’s audacious. It’s gaslighting the audience to make a point. It’s putting us through an experience–the textual level content of s4–and asking us to believe something contrary to that experience. 

It’s not…enjoyable? Like with everything else, I think I’ll be left questioning why this way, and not some other way. It is, potentially, fascinating. 

If this is what we think it is, we’ve been playing all along, without even trying.

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Old Dog, New Tricks: Part Five

Summary: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were known to be your soldiers across the hall. Whenever you needed them, they were there. It never crossed your mind that one day, after coming to terms with just how inexperienced Bucky was with getting back in the groove of romance - you find yourself now helping him in a way you never expected. Sex.                                  

                                                 Part One

                                                 Part Two

                                                 Part Three

                                                 Part Four

Word Count: 2,789

Notes: Cursing, NSFW, 18+ (smut)

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Weekend Vibes (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: Can I request Jungkook teasing you in public with a vibrator and a remote control?

Genre: smut

Words: 5.2k+

Author: Admin Meyg

Summary: Jungkook is going away for the weekend, but the two of you make a deal.

Jungkook walked through the door with a cloud of tension flooding in behind him.

“Hey baby,” he cooed, setting a bag on the counter. “Can we talk?”

You swiveled in the bar stool to face him with annoyance evident in your expression. His shoulders melted as he released an audible sigh.

“Jungkook,” you started, in the best calm and collected voice you could muster. “I get it, okay. You said your piece about it. Just drop it.”

You felt a bit stupid honestly, though it was starting to boil slowly into anger and annoyance. You didn’t think Jungkook would react so childishly when you mentioned that you wanted to try pegging him.

It was innocent, and the two of you were anything but vanilla. Jungkook had no problem with anal when it came to your ass. In fact, it was one of his favorite things. The way you’d whine and mewl against his fingers was just so delectable.

“That’s so emasculating, are you serious?” He looked at you as if you were crazy. He couldn’t believe you’d ask something like this.

“Jungkook,” you sighed. “Are you seriously saying that if your girlfriend of the last almost 4 years plays with your ass… You think it will make you gay?” You searched in his eyes for some sort of actual answer.

“Dude–”

“DUDE?!” you spat, “so now I’ve been demoted from babe to dude? Jesus Christ Jungkook, you’re a child.”

“Babe,” he started again. “Why are you getting so pissed off at me about this? You know I’m all about trying new things, but this just… I don’t know babe. It’s weird…”

That’s what had you the most worked up, in all honesty. It wasn’t that Jungkook felt uncomfortable about it. It was the fact that the first words from his mouth were "What the fuck, babe? No. That’s weird!”

You felt kink-shamed, and embarrassed that the person you love so much–the person who promised to hear you out with an open mind, was acting like you were disgusting for even suggesting such a thing.

“Listen,” He placed a calming hand on your knee as he took a seat on the stool next to you. “I was talking to Taehyung–”

“Oh my hell, Jungkook!” You interrupted, shoving his hand off of your leg and standing up. “That’s just great! Now not only does my fucking boyfriend think I’m some kind of weirdo, but so does his best friend! Cool!”

Jungkook jumped up, pulling at any inch of you he could grab as you tried to storm past him and out of the kitchen.

“He’s into it!” He yelled, and you stopped to face him.

“Jeon fucking Jungkook.” You pointed your finger in his face, “I am not pegging your pervy little friend!”

He burst out laughing, and pulled you into his strong embrace. You were so confused by this point that you just stood there letting him hug your limp body against his firm chest.

He leaned back to look at you. “He just made me curious is all.”

“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“He just said… Well,” Jungkook struggled before mumbling, “he said he’s never come so hard before.”

It was your turn to erupt with laughter. “So you’re telling me that Tae’s nut inspired you to let me peg you?”

Jungkook giggled and took a few steps back to grab the bag he had set on the counter.

“I’m saying it inspired me to make a proposal.”

“I’m listening.” You smiled, stepping towards him.

“You know I have to go help my Nana in Florida this weekend.” He pulled a black box from the bag wrapped in a soft pink bow. “So I got this for you while I’m gone.”

He held the box out, and you hesitated before taking it. You pulled the bow from the box with ease, and popped the lid off to reveal a pair of black panties with a vibrating bullet tucked into a little pocket on the crotch.

“What the fuck are these, Jungkook…?” You held them up on the tip of your index finger as if they were covered in poison.

“Panties.” He smirked, “controlled by an app on my phone. If you wear them while I’m gone, so I can still get you off while I’m miles away with sweet little Nana, I will let you peg me the moment I get home.”

Your eyes narrowed as you mulled over the idea in your head. It’s just a tiny ass bullet, you told yourself. How powerful can it actually be? Not to mention, besides work you didn’t really have any plans to leave the house, so this would be easy.

“How do I know you won’t back out?”

“Babe, I won’t. I swear I won’t.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips before smiling. “I even sealed it with a kiss for good measure.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his chest.

“Alright. It’s a deal.”


Jungkook had only been gone for three hours and had already given you at least 10 small vibrations through the little contraption tucked safely inside your panties.

The first time you screamed in shock. You had no clue it would be so powerful. You could only hope the small jolt he gave you was at full power.

A soft knock sounded at the door, and you jumped up from your cozy place on the couch to answer it.

“Mom!” You said in shock before smiling, “what’s up?”

“Grocery shopping?” She was annoyed that you had spaced it. “You promised to help me get set up for your aunt’s BBQ this weekend.”

You smiled awkwardly, “Right. Just let me change.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket and quickly dialed Jungkook from the safety of your bedroom.

“Babe, I’m taking these off. I have to go-”

“If you take them off, our deal is off.” He interrupted.

“Jungkook!” you said as loudly as you could whisper. “I have to go shopping with my mom!”

“And?”

“What do you mean?!” you hissed. “Please don’t do anything crazy, Jungkook. This is so embarrassing.”

“Happy shopping, baby.” You could hear a small chuckle before he hung up, and realized you were probably better off not telling him at all.

You had been in the grocery store for at least 25 minutes, and so far not so much as a tiny zing from your panties.

Your nerves started to calm, thinking maybe Jungkook had decided not to humiliate you in front of your mom and all the public.

“Sweetheart, can you go over to the deli and get that potato salad your dad likes? Probably two bins.” You just nodded, and made your way to the other end of the store.

“What’ll it be?” asked a man with a scruffy face, and dirty apron.

You smiled politely. “I need two bins of the– OHHHH KAY!”

You jolted forward slightly as Jungkook activated the bullet inside of your panties mid-sentence.

“The uhm, the–POTATO salad!” you managed to spit out, the vibrations seeming to intensify with each word.

The man shot you a puzzled glance, which you ignored to pull out your phone and text your menace of a boyfriend.

This is not fucking funny Jungkook!

IM IN THE STORE

His reply was practically immediate.

How wet are you?

JUNGKOOK!!! Turn it off!!!!!

Damn. Is it that strong?

On cue the vibrations grew stronger, and you sucked in a gasp that nearly escaped as a moan. He was right. You were so wet, and that oh-so-tiny bullet was much too powerful. You tried squeezing your legs together, but it only made the sensation even stronger.

“Ma'am?”

The clerk’s face nearly killed you as he passed the containers to you. It was like he knew you were building an orgasm. You didn’t dare open your mouth to speak, instead making your way with wobbling legs back to your mom.

Your plan was initially to ditch the potato salad, and make a quick escape to the bathroom so you could pull the underwear down until Jungkook shut them off. To your dismay, your mother was caught in conversation with an old friend and threw an inviting and invasive arm around you to begin bragging about your latest accomplishments.

You couldn’t avoid a whimper that fell from your lips as Jungkook turned the vibrator up another setting.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your mom placed the back of her hand on your forehead. “You’re pale as sand, and burning up! Are you okay? Oh my god! Are you pregnant?!”

“Mom no!” You shot back, “J-jesus… I’m sick. I-I’m going to the car.”

It took a lot of broken breaths to keep from outright moaning as you tried to speak, and you practically ran to the car the moment she gave you the okay.

You climbed into the front seat, and pulled out your phone to call Jungkook but he didn’t answer.

Junflook

You sadly attempted.

is too much

Turn down!!!

You covered your mouth to muffle the moans you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your hips rolled slightly in your seat, knowing you could no longer fight the orgasm that was quickly approaching.

It’s only on the 5th setting

You attempted to groan in frustration but a loud moan was forced from your lungs as the power of the bullet intensified, but also began to pulse quickly against your clit.

There’s 8 and really cool features babe! What’s it doing? I pushed a button that looks like a bad sketch of this face 😩

You couldn’t even finish reading his text fully because your orgasm was so close. Your toes were curling inside of your sneakers and you had a death grip on the door handle. You dialed Jungkook again but still no answer.

It’s THAT good huh???

Fuck I can only imagine how wet you are babe. I can practically feel your pussy throbbing around my cock.

Two can play this game, you thought to yourself, hitting send one more time with full intention of leaving him a voicemail of the sweet sounds of your orgasm.

“Let me hear you cum, baby.”

You were stunned by the lust strung thickly through his voice when you hadn’t expected him to answer at all.

“Jungkook!” You whimpered, bending forward as once again the vibrating intensified– this time so much so that you could hear the humming that was purring proudly between your legs.

“Tell me how good it feels.” He pressed, “Let me hear you.”

“Fuck Jungkook! Fuck!” You really were trying to keep quiet but it was all so overwhelming. You glanced around frantically in hopes that nobody was watching from the parking lot. “I’m about… Jungkook oh my god!!!”

You put your hand over your mouth once again, turning the loud moan of your orgasm into a high-pitched muffled squeal into the phone.

“God damn, baby.” Jungkook breathed, and the vibrating halted. “Where are you?”

You leaned back into the seat, trying to steady your breathing. Hips still rolling slightly as the throbbing of your sensitive clit died down.

“I’m in. The fucking. Car, you prick.” You managed, jumping as your heard the trunk pop open. “And now so is my mom. I have to go.”

You hung up with Jungkook, praying by the time she loaded up the groceries you’d be breathing normally. Your panties were uncomfortably soaked, and honestly all you wanted was to go home and whip out your trusty pink dildo to help satisfy the overbearing need to be filled. Your phone rang out, interrupting the thought.

I love you babe. I can’t wait to CUM home to you.

Shut up, idiot. I love you too.

The moment you stepped into the apartment you slipped out of your clothes, pulled the small bullet from the pouch of your panties, and threw it all in the wash.

You attempted to call your boyfriend again, but of course he didn’t answer. You shot him a quick text message:

Taking a shower. I wish you were home. I miss you.

You sat in the shower until the water ran cold, not realizing how completely exhausted you were from your orgasm until you sat down on your bed. You almost instantly fell asleep in nothing but your towel.

It was 7am when you woke to the ringtone set specifically for Jungkook. You stretched, and sat up slowly - still half asleep, and a little confused.

You felt around your bed for your phone. “Hello?”

“Hey baby.” Jungkook sounded wide awake. “Where you been?”

“I fell asleep after my shower.” You explained, “I haven’t even gotten dressed yet.”

You put Jungkook on speaker phone, and made yourself comfortable on the bed. You listened as he talked about Nana taking him to the country club, and teasing you about how she was showing him off to all her hot old lady friends that insisted on shoving mimosas down his throat by the gallon.

“So it’s safe to say we should break up. I’m into older women now.” He chuckled.

You hummed in response, held your phone at the perfect angle to snap a picture of your bare chest, and show your free hand slipping between your thighs.

<b>You sure you want to leave this for saggy bosoms?</b>

You bit your lip the moment you heard vibrations from his end, interrupting something about pulling weeds from the garden, and planting new petunias today.

He grunted through a long exhale. “Fuck, I want to touch you so bad.”

“Mmm.” You hummed into the receiver, “Where would you touch me baby?”

“I’d start a-” The line went silent mid sentence.

“Jungkook? Babe?”

You tapped your screen, and two beeps rang through as the call was dropped. You called back, but were sent straight through to voicemail. His phone was obviously dead, and your entertainment for the morning was over.

You grumbled, rolled out of bed, and grabbed a shirt out of the closet. You remembered the laundry, and swapped it over to the dryer before fixing yourself something to eat for breakfast.

You never actually realized how much you depended on Jungkook for entertainment until he was gone. Since the two of you moved in together almost two years ago you hadn’t really been apart. You had the same friends, the same hobbies, and were pretty much a package deal wherever you went.

You finished up washing your dishes, and heard text after text pour in.

Two from Jungkook.

Shit. Phone died.

It’s gonna be a busy day. I love you.

One from Min Yoongi.

You up for a day of scary movies? I’ll hold you tight just like Jungkookie.

Plus Hoseok bought nice blackout curtains. Its like midnight in this house all day long.

You called Jungkook one last time to tell him your plans, and quite frankly you just really fucking missed him. He reminded you not to forget your panties, and you rolled your eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna be busy?” you whined, “they probably aren’t dry yet.”

“Babe! A deal is a deal!” He laughed. “Just put them on.”


Stepping into Yoongi’s, you were greeted by Taehyung’s arms thrown around you, and lifting you off the ground. Only to interrupt the adorable moment with whispering in your ear.

“Are you wearing the panties?”

You screamed and smacked his shoulder until he set you down, laughing.

“Is nothing sacred?!” You huffed, reaching for Yoongi and his boyfriend Hoseok. “Save me from this idiot.”

Hoseok grabbed both of your hands hands and pulled you into another tight hug, and Yoongi teased you about your Pacman pajama pants before pulling you on to the couch next to him, and away from Taehyung.

“What’s he going on about?” Yoongi kissed your temple, and Hoseok plopped down next to him.

“Jungkook bought her vi-”

You chucked a pillow at Taehyung to shut him up.

“Sit down and start this damn movie already!” You glared, and he took the empty spot next to you.

The movie had gotten intense, and, being the giant coward you were, you had your face smashed between Taehyung’s shoulder and the cold leather of the couch. Your hand was squeezing his forearm, and Yoongi and Hoseok were basically curled up into each other in their own world.

That’s when it happened. You felt the soft vibrations hum inside your panties, and instinct took over. You squeezed Taehyung’s arm even tighter, and pulled your feet up onto the couch as you jumped slightly.

Taehyung sat back to look at you, and you just smiled.

“Oohh,” you forced. “Scary.”

Taehyung’s stupid boxy smile lit up his face. He knew. The intensity grew so much so quickly that you nearly moaned. You buried your face into Taehyung’s shoulder to muffle the noises you couldn’t contain. You could feel Taehyung chuckling, and you didn’t know if you should run from the room or just let it happen.

Taehyung shifted to face you, and you couldn’t help but laugh in embarrassment, especially when he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“You should wear these when you peg him.”

You whined, digging your nails into his arm. The vibrations against your clit were intensifying and softening in a perfect rhythm. You were practically dripping, and your clit was all but throbbing against the tiny device. You were positive Jungkook must have had it on the highest setting, and your legs shaking was sure to give you away to Yoongi and Hoseok.

Taehyung was in your ear again, practically getting off on the fact that his best friends girlfriend was on the brink of an orgasm, and clinging to him for dear life.

“You know,” he whispered. “Jungkook is going to be the one whimpering beneath you the moment he gets home.”

The moment the thought fully registered in your mind you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm, seconds away from crashing over the edge. You arched your back slightly, nails still digging into Taehyung, and then it stopped.

Mere seconds before your orgasm Jungkook shut off the bullet. It was almost painful how badly you needed to cum. Yet here you sat, half way through a second movie.

Your body was aching, your panties were still wet, and Jungkook hadn’t responded to any of your messages.

Yoongi suggested ordering take out, and it wasn’t until then that you realized it was already almost 4 PM.

“I think I should go home.”

Hoseok shot you a curious glance. “Already?”

“It’s just, I, well.” You fumbled over your words, “I really miss Jungkook. I haven’t talked to him at all today. I want to get home and try to FaceTime him.”

“I want to come!”

You whipped around to face Taehyung, unsure of what he meant, and why exactly he would want to come home with you.

“I mean- Can you give me a ride home?”


The car ride was silent, and awkward at first. Until Taehyung finally spoke up.

“Take a left here.”

“Sorry?” You hesitated, “Did you move or something?”

“Have you bought the strap on already?” His voice didn’t even crack.

“I–Tae! What?!”

“For pegging Jungkook.” He began to blabber, “It’s just that I have experience with this whole thing, and I can help you pick the perfect thing. You know, for when you pe-”

“STOP!” You blushed, and enjoyed a brief moment of silence before turning on your blinker. “Okay Tae. You can help me, but we do this my way”.

His eye practically disappeared into the smile plastered to his face as he guided you to a little shop.

“Big Joe’s,” you burst out laughing. “We are buying a strap-on from a place called Big Joe’s? Are you serious?”

Taehyung shrugged and jumped out of the car. He began to reach for the door, but you grabbed his arm.

“We do this my way, remember?” He nodded much too cheerfully, and you laced your fingers into his. “Get the door, idiot.”

Taehyung was confused for a moment, until you strutted confidently right up to the counter. You paused only for a second, and pulled him close to you before leaning over the counter to interact with the woman behind it.

You were surprised at how old she seemed. She had fine lines pressed to meet her smile, and defined crows feet. Her hair was colored bright red, but her salt-and-pepper roots showed proudly. You assumed she was in her late 50’s, or maybe had just aged poorly.

“Hello.” You said cutely. “Can you help us? We’re new at this whole thing but my adorable boyfriend here wants me to, well you know…”

You actually blushed, and you nearly broke down laughing when you saw the amount of sheer shock written into Taehyung’s face.

“He wants YOU to fuck HIM?” She spoke in the calmest and most serious tone.

You couldn’t help but to giggle as you nodded your head, and followed her to the other side of the store. Taehyung’s palms were getting sweaty, and you were thriving over the fact that the king of embarrassing you was actually getting a taste of his own medicine.

The older woman showed the two of you some belts and straps, and explained that the attachment came separately, “but it makes it nice when your dildo collection starts to grow, and trust me- it will!”

You and Taehyung just nodded at her every word, and glanced awkwardly at the dildos on display in front of you before he finally reached for one.

It was probably 18 inches long, and honestly kind of terrifying. The woman quirked a brow at Taehyung.

“What about this one?”

“It’s uh–” you examined the length of the box. “A bit long, don’t you think?”

Taehyung finally broke, and burst out laughing. “I have no clue what we are doing.”

“Taehyung I thought you had experience!” You shot back. “What was all that nonsense about Jungkook getting the best nut of his life!”

The woman must have felt uncomfortable by this point because she finally left the two of you on your own.

“I do, I just didn’t buy the stuff…”

You shook your head, and glanced back to the display in front of you. You knew you couldn’t buy something too thick, or Jungkook would panic the entire time. You needed something the perfect length, a little thin, and maybe… Masculine for his ego.

You spotted the perfect black dildo, it was thin but curvy. Its curves almost reminded you of four small ping pong balls tucked in a little black contraption. It had a cheesy slogan that said “A Little Black Magic Never Hurt Anyone.”

“Is this masculine?” You finally spoke as you reached for the box. “I mean, that’s his biggest fear about this whole thing. So I think if i got something a bit more discreet Jungkook would be more relaxed, and enjoy it more.”

Taehyung took his time looking over the box. “Honestly, I think it would be perfect.”

“Really?” A tinge of nervousness slipped out through your words.

Taehyung smiled sweetly and ruffled your hair. “I feel like a proud brother dropping his little sister off at her first day of school.” He shivered at his last word. “Except school is Jungkook’s asshole. Yep. It got weird. Let’s not talk about it.”


The moment you stepped into the house you called Jungkook, and to no surprise, he didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes and opted to take a long bubble bath. You even threw in two bath bombs, because by damn, you deserve it.

By the time you had finished off some leftovers from the fridge and flopped on to the couch to catch up on Big Brother it was almost 9 p.m.

Finally your phone rang, and you skipped the hello entirely. “Where have you been all day?!”

Jungkook chuckled. “I told you I was helping Nana plant petunias.”

“Okay but,” you sighed. “You kind of, you know…”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s just. Earlier-” You struggled, “with the panties…”

"Babe, Taehyung already texted me, and told me all about the bruises you left on his arm while you came.”

“UH, BUT I DIDN’T!?” Your words came out as more of a question than a statement.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook shot back. “He literally sent me a picture of his arm.”

“No, I was clinging to him.” You let out a frustrated sigh, “I mean you shut them off right before I could–”

A fit of laughter interrupted you. “I shut them off right before you could cum?!”

You glared, as if Jungkook could actually see your expression.

“It’s not funny, Kook.” You whined, “I’ve never been denied an orgasm before…”

You listened as Jungkook shifted a bit on the other end of the phone. You imagined him adjusting himself, hopefully growing hard at the thought of you needing release. Wearing nothing but those tight black boxer briefs, biting his lip, and running his palm over his growing bulge.

Without noticing you let out a little moan into the phone, completely lost in your thoughts.

“W-what are you doing?”

You giggled, realizing you and Jungkook had never had phone sex before. Sexting, sure. But you were never apart long enough for phone sex to ensue, and usually the moment sexting started Jungkook was climbing into your bed to finish you off himself.

“What if I’m touching myself?” you cooed.

Jungkook sighed, and you relaxed into the sofa. “Are you?”

“Mmm,” you hummed as you slipped your hand in the band of your pajamas, and pressed your middle finger into the damp spot left in your underwear. “Fuck, I- miss you, Jungkook.”

“You want me to come home babe?” He pressed. “do you need my cock?”

You gasped. “I need it so bad, baby…”

There was more scuffling on the other end of the phone, and you assumed he was getting in a comfortable position to touch himself with you.

Until a soft hum started in your panties as he turned on the bullet for a second time today. You pressed your palm against the small deviced tucked in the panties, and whimpered.

“Damn, you actually put them back on, baby?”

You just hummed in response, but deep in the back of your mind scolded yourself for how desperately you waited all night for him to turn them on when you very well could have used another toy to get yourself off. All you could do is whine as the bullets vibrations intensified. You enjoyed this a lot more than you liked to admit.

“Jungkook,” A soft moan slipped past your lips, “more. God, please turn it up more.”

You rubbed your palm in circles, pressing the bullet into your clit, and around every sensitive nerve. The humming grew louder, and the sensation was so strong now that your back arched slightly, and your voice cracked as you tried to say his name again.

“I can’t hear you.” Jungkook’s voice was honey smooth, “Tell me how good it feels, baby.”

“Ju-Jungkook.” You mumbled through ragged breaths, “I’m already so, so wet.”

“It could be my tongue you know,” he hissed. “God damn, I wish my head was buried between your thighs.”

You lifted your hips, rolling your hand firmly against the panties and trying to keep your breathing from turning completely erratic. You already felt the heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen, and knew from being denied earlier you’d cum much quicker, and so much harder.

Jungkook was quiet for a few minutes, indulging in the perfect sounds and mixture of his name that seemed to roll off your tongue. He knew you were close, and in a groan of frustration he stopped the vibrating completely.

“Babe no! Please!” you shouted, “not again!”

“Beg for it babe.” He shot back cockily, “Beg like you do for my cock.”

“Baby… Please, I need to cum so bad that it hurts. Please babe.”

You were almost in tears, and it must have been evident in your voice because immediately the vibrations kicked on full force.

Moan after moan ripped from your lungs, and with your free hand you slipped two fingers past your panties to touch yourself.

“That’s it babe,” Jungkook cooed from the other line. “Think about how hard I’m going to be for you when I get home.”

You moaned again, scissoring your fingers inside of you, and rubbing the bullet more harshly against your clit.

“Imagine first thing tomorrow when I see you,” His voice sounded completely lust-blown, and you imagined him stroking his cock to the sounds you were making for him–because of him.

“I’m gonna pin you against the wall and fuck you right there in the living room. Fuck, I’m gonna make you cum so many times.”

You response came in a stuttered moan of his name. You slipped your fingers out, and grabbed the edge of the couch as you nearly toppled off from arching your back so high.

“Oh my god! Keep talking. I’m so fucking close babe. Oh fuck.”

Jungkook let a quiet moan slip out, and you felt it through your entire body. Your toes curled, and you felt your walls clenching against nothing.

“I’m going to bend you over that little spot in the kitchen that you like so much, grab ahold of your hair, and fuck you until the counter leaves bruises in your hips.”

Jungkook didn’t make it halfway through his sentence before your orgasm pushed through your entire body. You were positive the way you screamed his name would have the neighbors come knocking for a noise complaint.

Your legs shook almost violently, and Jungkook must have forgotten about controlling the panties because you had to rip them off to stop the overstimulation.

The line was quiet, and you calmed your breathing, and let out a few whines to help you gain your composure.

“Fuck,” He finally muttered. “I fucking miss you.”

“Jungkook,” you giggled. “Turn the panties off.”

You watched them crawling across the floor as the bullet still vibrated inside of them before finally coming to a stop.

Jungkook laughed, and the two of you sat in a content silence for a moment before you sighed. “Did Taehyung tell you we went shopping today?”

“No?”

“Oh,” You laughed nervously as you thought up an excuse to not give away the little gift you had bought for Jungkook. “Well this lady was way weird, I’ll tell you about it when you come home.”

You forced yourself to get off the couch, and make your way to the bedroom. Your eyes were so heavy, and you were barely replying with more than a hum or a small giggle as Jungkook talked to you about his weekend.

“Baby, I love you.” He cooed, and you let sleep take over.

In the morning you woke a bit disoriented, and extremely bummed that you had fallen asleep on Jungkook while he was talking. You stretched for your phone, but mentally slapped yourself for not plugging it in when you found it dead.

The moment your feet touched the ground, the bedroom door crept open, and before you could even register what was happening Jungkook had you back on the bed, practically smothering you with kisses.

You got excited, and shoved him off of you to run into the living room and grab the little black box. He followed suit with a shit eating grin, wrapped his arms around you from behind, and rested his head on your shoulder.

“What’s that?”

You turned around and handed in him the box with a devilish grin.

“A deal’s a deal, babe.”

Meet Me Inside - Part 4

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Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: So I’ve kinda felt like a whole lotta nothing has happened so far. Is this moving too slowly for you guys?

Warnings: None.

Words: 1399

Originally posted by sebjpeg

Natasha gazes at you, for the umpteenth time this lesson. And you ignore it, for the umpteenth time this lesson. You know she has questions but you’re not sure if you’re ready to answer them just yet.

She finally gives up the wait.

“You’ve been quiet since you left his class, did something happen?” she asks, the amusement trailing through her voice.

“Nope” you reply quietly. She stays silent as Professor Carter goes quiet while opening a link on her presentation. It doesn’t take long before Natasha speaks up as a video begins to play, her voice buzzing with excitement.

“Oh my god, something totally happened, you little shit!” she hisses, staring at you expectantly.

You give in.

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Pink Lemonade

Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much

A/N: So I did the thing…and I don’t regret it.

Word Count: 1858

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Eddie hurried to his table for lunch, relived to find Stan and Bill sitting in their usual spots. With a sigh he sat across from them, letting his heavy backpack fall to the ground with a loud thud. The two boys ignored his presence, completely engrossed in their heated conversation. The smaller boy just shrugged them off, completely satisfied to be around his actual friends for the first time that day.

Richie had been bothering him nonstop since the end of first period. He gabbled, joked, prodded and followed him everywhere he went. No matter what he said, the trashmouth would just shrug it off, place an arm around him and say, “Aww, be nice to me Eds, you know you want to be my friend.” It was so frustrating and for some stupid, unhealthy reason, endearing.

“S-so have you finally s-shaken that Richie k-kid?” Bill asked, dropping the conversation with Stan who looked rather upset.

“Lost him in a crowd just before lunch. Hopefully he doesn’t eat in the quad.” Eddie replied, taking a bite of his lunch. “I’ve never seen him over here before.”

“Riche? As in steal a cheerleaders pom-poms and dance during the pep-rally and getting suspended, Richie?” Stan questioned, annoyance lacing in his tone.

“Y-yeah.” Bill replied, smirking. “He’s g-got a c-crush on E-Eddie. T-they came o-out of t-the closet t-together after s-school yesterday.”

Eddie could feel his ears redden, “It’s not what it sounds like.” He protested, sneering towards Bill. “We just hid in the same place and-“

“Look, I don’t care.” Stan replied grumpily, obviously still fumed from the conversation before. “Just keep that kid away from our group. Just looking at him gives me a headache.”

“I’m trying my best.” Eddie admitted, taking another bite of his food, feeling slightly annoyed at Stan’s harsh tone. “He’s just so-so-“

“Handsome, perfect, the sexiest thing since high heels.” Eddie froze, the obnoxious voice behind him booming in his ears. He looked beside him just in time to watch Richie Trashmouth Tozier take a seat beside him. “Lost you for a bit there Eds, wasn’t sure where you ate lunch.”

There was a loud groan from the small kid, “Did I say something to you yesterday to imply that this was okay? Because if I did, I take it back.” He sneered, only earning a smile from the boy beside him.

Richie shrugged, his attention suddenly on the other two boys in the group. He pulled a cigarette from behind his ears and placed it between his lips, smirking. “Hey there Billy, haven’t seen you since yesterday, how have you been?”

Bill looked to Eddie, confused. “F-fine.” He muttered as Richie light his death stick.

“You can’t smoke out here.” Stan hissed, leaning over the table to pull the damn thing from Richie’s teeth only to have him lean out of reach.

“Easy there big boy, at least buy me dinner before you get all handsy.” The trashmouth joked, exhaling a long drag. “I don’t think we’ve met and since Eddie bear only has two friends, I’m guessing you’re the bird boy?”

“H-his name’s S-Stan.” Bill corrected, earning a sharp eye from his friends.

Richie chuckled, “Stan the man.” He jested, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. “It’s great to meet you, my new friend.”

“Eddie, get him out of here.” Stan grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. “Now.”

“What do you want me to do?” Eddie asked, feeling his irritation peak at Stan’s boorishness. “He’s not a dog.”

“He sure follows you around like one!” Stan replied harshly.

“Woof, woof.” Richie joked, taking another drag from his cigarette and blowing it towards the grumpy boy across from him. Stan opened his mouth to shriek in anger only to be stopped by the red hair girl who sat beside Richie.

She smiled and nodded to group before turning towards Richie, “There you are, is this our new spot? It’s nice.”

Richie beamed, wrapping his arm around the girl before announcing, “Boys, this is my good friend Beverly Marsh. Bev, this is Bill, Stan and-“

“Eddie.” She finished, gently extending her hand out for the small boy. Eddie looked over to Bill who only shrugged. They shook hands and Beverly grinned, “I’ve heard so much about you, it’s nice to finally meet you!”

“The fuck is happening?” Stan hissed.

“I have no fucking clue.” Eddie admitted, shaking the pretty girls hand firmly.

“I like them.” Beverly announced, dropping Eddie’s hand and taking out her own cigarette, which Richie lit. “They seem cool.”

Eddie felt his head spin, he looked to Richie who only winked. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and spoke in a slow, calm voice. “Okay look, I don’t know who you think you are but you can’t just-“

“Beverly did you get the notes from Chemistry, I lost mine.” A stout boy asked, taking a seat beside Bill. He nodded towards the awkward stares of the others and smiled. “I was going to ask you earlier but you weren’t in our usual spot.”

“This is our new spot.” Beverly replied softly. “Ben, this is the group. That’s Bill, Stan and-“

“Eddie. Got it.” Ben finished, smiling a shit-eating smile at the small boy. Eddie could practically feel head explode. How in the hell did these people know who he was? What the fuck was Richie telling them?

Stan stood from the table, his face turning crimson. He looked to Eddie who completely ignored his sudden puff of confidence. With one final breath he challenged the root of the problem, looking over to Richie. “Okay, you guys are not in our group so you all need to-“

“Jesus, there you are Rich.” A tall, well-built boy huffed, squeezing on the end by Beverly. He adjusted his letterman jacket nodding to Stan who had frozen mid-sentence. “The captain of the football team is looking to kick your ass, what did you do to him?”

Stan let out defeated sigh. “Why is happening?” He murmured before sitting down into his spot and thumping his head against the table with a grunt. “Now there’s seven.” He whispered under his breath and Bill began to rub his back for support. “We were only three.”

Richie chuckled, “Mike, meet Stan, Bill, and-“

“Yeah Eddie.” Mike waved, dismissing the introductions, Eddie groaned loudly. “I’m being serious Rich, he is going to kill you. He’s saying that you called him a faggot.”

“Well technically I did.” Richie replied with a huff, smoke trailing out of his nostrils. “It was like I was telling Eds here, that kid is a closeted homosexual and he refuses to come out with the rest of us.” He smirked, nodding towards Eddie, “Pun intended.”

Mike rolled his eyes, “Yeah well your lucky you’re my friend.”

“So you took care of it?” Richie practically squealed, Mike nodded. “Oh man, you’re the best Mikey.”

“Is this our new spot?” Mike asked, looking around the quad and smiling. “I like it, much better than Richie’s truck.”

Eddie felt a burning in his chest, suddenly overwhelmed by their now crowded table. “Okay, what in the hell just happened? How do you people even know my name?” He demanded, looking at the new faces at the table.

“Your dog brought his puppies.” Stan mocked, lifting his head from the table. “We are a group of seven now.”

Eddie looked to Richie, who smiled his contagious smile. The small boy narrowed his eyes, feeling annoyance claw at skin. It was Beverly who broke his concentration, blowing smoke into the air she smiled and insisted, “You’ll love us Eddie. Trust me, we will all get along just fine.”

Eddie’s gaze faltered, looking around the others who, minus Stan, smiled in support. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in effort to ward away the eventual headache he was going to receive. “Fuck me.” He hissed, mostly to himself.

Richie chuckled, “If you’re offering than su-.” He was abruptly cut off by Beverly’s elbow in his ribs.


The smoke swirled around the cab of the truck, creating a heavy fog that consumed them. Richie sat in the driver’s seat, holding the blunt between his fingers and taking one long drag. He smiled, blowing the smoke on to the steering wheel. He admired the way it danced with the leather before becoming a part of the accumulated fog. God, he enjoyed hot boxing,

Beverly accept the drug, pulling her own drag through the now demised roll. She pushed her back against the passenger side door, sparling her legs across Richie’s lap. The smoke exited her mouth beautifully, “I think you about gave Eddie a conniption during lunch.” She joked, smirking at her best friend.

Richie accepted the blunt back, frowning at how little they had left. “Nah, he took it better than I expected.” He mused, taking in a drag. “Stan sure freaked out though, thought he was going to explode.”

“He was okay after a while, really warmed up to Mike and Ben I thought.” She shrugged, smirking slightly at the curly haired boy with the overly red face. Richie handed her what remained of their recreation, taking in the last drag before putting out the fire in his ashtray. “So are we going to talk about it or what?”

“Or what?” Richie joked, leaning his head back against the headrest and breathing the lingering smoke around them.

Beverly scoffed, “Come on Rich, why in the hell did you have us do all that?”

“Because there wasn’t any way Eddie would have brought his small group to my truck.” He admitted, keeping his eyes closed. “We would have just freaked him out and he would have turned tail and ran. This way he was forced to accept us.”

“Why does he have to accept us?”

Richie raised his head, looking over to his friend. He mulled over the question, debating what exactly the reason was for his shenanigans during lunch. It was known that his sense of humor was off the wall crazy and his friends usually just went along with whatever half assed plan he had come up with but when he had told them about this it had been different. Richie made sure they knew Eddie’s name, knew which one he was because it was important. It was important to him that the small boys group knew his, became apart his and yet he honestly didn’t know why. So he shrugged, feeling the tingling in his face linger on his nose. “He just had to okay?”

“Awe, does Tozier have a crush?” She cooed, rubbing his chest with her shoe.

He pushed her foot away and scoffed, “I don’t do cruses Bev.” He corrected, “I suck off football players in the bathroom and sleep with their cheerleader girlfriends that night. I don’t do that high school dating bullshit. How long have you known me?”

“So then what is Eddie?” She asked, crossing her feet in his lap. “Is he just your new project or something?”

“No, this isn’t some romantic comedy.” Richie replied, maybe too harshly. “He’s our new friend.”

Beverly smiled.

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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

scott mccall x reader

prompt: scott has been ignoring you for weeks so you move onto issac, just for scott to see and drag you away.

warnings: SMUT. rough, swearing, ass-play, squirting.

A/N: i have so many derek requests but this has been sitting in my ask for a long time and i finally got around to doing it, yay. also, this is pure fucking filth so if you’re under 18, don’t read it. (or any of my writing really.) thank you.

the classroom was loud as you sat in history class in beacon hills highschool. everyone was talking and giggling about what they’d done at the weekend having no clue how you and your pack had put your lives on the line just to keep them safe yet again, but that wasn’t what was on your mind. 

tapping your pen off of the desk, you stared at the back of scotts head with your fist resting under your chin. you knew he could feel you burning holes into him yet he didn’t turn around, knowing your eyes were filled with fire solely directed at him. it was no secret that you and scott had been known to fool around with each other, yet it had been weeks since he’d even spoke a word to you let alone touched you. 

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BTS reaction ♡ their crush falling asleep on them.

request: bts reaction to their crush hanging out at their dorm and falling asleep on them? specifically the hyung line?


You had waited up for him after his schedule for the day, so you were already pretty tired by the time he texted you to invite you around the dorms. What you didn’t expect, however, was to fall asleep on him in the middle of the movie he’d put on. And neither did he.

SEOKJIN:

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin’s heart would absolutely MELT seeing you, his crush, slumped over and asleep on his shoulder. With your own place being so far and not having the heart to wake you, he would carefully maneuver his way out from under you and place you down on the couch. He’d drape a blanket around you, place a glass of water on the table, and kiss your forehead extra softly so not to wake you.

“Sleep tight, little Y/N.”

YOONGI:

Originally posted by hoshiimochi

This secret softie would immediately be overwhelmed by butterflies when he notices you asleep, cuddled up to his arm and looking so peaceful. It’s bad enough he’s caught feelings for you, but now you’re falling asleep and looking absolutely angelic in his presence? That’s just not fair. I think Yoongi would wait until the movie ended to see if you would wake up. If you didn’t, he would gently nudge you awake.

“Y/N? You fell asleep. It’s too late to go back on your own now, so you’ll stay here. I’ll make Jin sleep on the couch.” (such a good roommate, huh?)

NAMJOON:

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Namjoon wouldn’t even notice you’d fallen asleep until he’s getting up off the couch at the end of the movie. 

“So, did you like it?”

When you just grumble in response, annoyed at being woken up, he clues in. He lets out a little laugh, his signature dimples appearing beside his wide smile. “Yah! Did you really fall asleep?! Why didn’t you tell me you were tired!” He gives you a playful nudge and helps you off the couch, leading you towards his bedroom. “Come on, you can stay here, sleeping beauty. My bed’s pretty small though, so we’ll have to cuddle.”

You didn’t have a problem with that.

HOSEOK:

Originally posted by meanyoongis

I don’t even think Hobi would give you the chance to fall asleep, excitedly chatting throughout the movie. And, of course, he’d chosen a loud action movie filled with tons of explosions. Once he noticed your responses get shorter and quieter, he would look over to see you struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Y/N-(y)ah, am I putting you to sleep?” 

“No, no, sorry Hobi, i’m just… ugh.” you flopped down, his thighs becoming your pillow. His heart would pick up speed immediately and he wouldn’t know what to say for a good few seconds. Luckily, you spoke up. “So damn tired.”

He nervously ran his fingers through his hair, and when you didn’t flinch, instead humming in content, he kept going. “Sleep, Y/N. I’ll watch over you.”

“Mmm… thanks, Hoseok.”


A/N: Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it! Feel free to send in some more <3

Leave This Town Pt 7 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Surprise Avengers! :)

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind. 

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff! Tiny bit of angst. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 3.2k

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**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Oh my gosh, this fic has taken over everything and I just can’t stop myself from adding more parts but I don’t want to?? I’ve been so excited to get to this part so please let me know your thoughts! I adore you all. <3

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Originally posted by bovaria

Two Years Later

Warm, salty sea air caressed your face and tousled your hair in the early light. Resting your mug of coffee on the porch railing, you let your gaze wander over the sprawling city toward the rolling hills and beyond. It was in the stillness of the morning where you allowed yourself to marvel in the fact that you now called this place home. In a few weeks, it would be two years since you arrived Los Angeles without a clue and barely a plan. It was amazing to think back on the path you had taken, the struggles you’ve had, and the sacrifices you have made.

Pressing the mug to your lips, you took a sip and felt a presence behind you seconds before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist.

“The ocean is that way, you know,” he teased, hooking his thumb in the direction behind you.

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