i miss her wearing that shirt

Supernatural School Pt. 2

Part 1 (X)


It always takes time to sort yourself out after a reaping, even a relatively pleasant one. That’s why, even though you’d like to rejoin Sam, Amanda and Lexi in the cafeteria, you head back to the dorms.

You don’t feel any different after. Some legends say that you eat the souls of the dead, praying on them for sustenance. You’d like to say that Reapers never do that, that they never commit such a heinous crime, but you’ve been around long enough to know better than to lie. There are words for Reapers who eat, none of which you’d dare say here. Names give things power and eaters get more than their fair share to begin with.

You shiver under the blazing sun and try to turn your mind to more pleasant topics.

You are halfway back to your room, when you see Ms. Jan, Mr. T and Principal Finn rushing towards the animal husbandry building. Mr. T’s upset enough that his mane has burst free of his button-down shirt though he’s the only one of the three so affected. Ms. Jan, all banshee characteristics gone, is composed as she leads the group, strides long and purposeful. Principal Finn is listening to her seriously, his wheelchair rolling over the grass easily, with a grim expression on his face.

This is, of course, until he sees you.

You keep your expression blank as Principal Finn says something to Ms. Jan and Mr. T, gesturing for them to go on, and then directs his motorized wheelchair towards you.

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morrigan in da:o: my mother taught me that survival and power are more important than beauty and pretty trinkets; one time she smashed a mirror i stole from a noblewoman just to prove her point

flemeth in da2, immediately after shooing morrigan off with the warden: (saunters up to hawke and co. like miss booty grandmilf wearing a custom qunari-horn wig, a corset that cost more than her house, and her titties hanging out of her shirt)

being best friends with jimin

Originally posted by poisonisvy

  • you guys would meet through hoseok
  • hoseok would bring you to one of his practices when he was a trainee
  • you and jimin just clicked instantly, having the same sense of humour
  • your frienship would be filled with a lot of skinship
  • hugs
  • petting.
  • playing with eachothers hair
  • you squishing his cheeks every second
  • holding hands
  • he would also be very flirty with you
  • “hey y/n i’m going for a shower, want to join?”
  • “ill have to pass.”
  • him pouting when you reject him
  • you guys starting and watching tv shows together
  • listening to music together
  • you calling him chimchim
  • him calling you cute
  • you getting jealous of his lips
  • stealing his shirts to wear on your lazy days
  • you guys always hanging around with v and jungkook
  • jimin getting jealous when you start to talk to jungkook more than him
  • jimin cocking an eyebrow at tae when he gets too friendly with you
  • once a week you go over to the boys’ dorm to have a movie night
  • jimin almost always falling asleep on your lap or shoulder
  • you taking jimin to bed afterwards
  • him making you sleep with him
  • “jimin, no, i have to go.”
  • “but y/nnnn it’ll be cold without you here.”
  • “ugh fine.”
  • you making fun of his height even though he’s taller than you by an inch
  • him trying to skip meals in front of you but you forcing him to eat bc food is great
  • dragging you to practice with him so you can watch him dance
  • you constantly reminding him that he is the perfect weight
  • him constantly reminding you that you’re beautiful
  • the older boys actually loving when you came over because you can actually calm down the maknae line and hoseok
  • you mocking him about his hair flips
  • making him sing to you with that angelic voice of his
  • when the boys and him announced that they were going on tour within the next two weeks, he was at your apratment every day when he was done practice
  • ordering pizza late at night
  • you guys falling asleep watching the tv show you just started getting into and waking up with a sore back the next morning
  • you going along for the ride with the boys to the airport
  • you trying not to cry but a few tears slip
  • jimin brushing your tears away with a sorrowful eyes
  • you hugging goodbye to all of the boys but holding jimin for a while longer 
  • when they actually started playing shows the other boys noticed how strange jimin was acting
  • he would stay in his hotel room a lot and fake laugh
  • he wanted to call you
  • and you wanted to call him but there was a time difference 
  • you practically going insane in your aprtment without hearing his voice in such a long time
  • you always wearing his shirt that he left you
  • hoseok hearing jimin cry quietly at night
  • jimin finally telling hoseok whats wrong after several minutes
  • i just miss y/n a lot hyung. i think i might be in love with her.” 

Okay, but I can’t stop thinking about Eddie and Richie in university. 

So it’s a few years later after Pennywise and the Loser Club have carried on with their lives, real life doesn’t stop for anyone ya know, paranormal clown killers or not. And for real-life reasons, everyone goes to different universities in and out of the state. 

For this reason, of course, Eddie makes new friends, who are a little surprised at first when he reveals he’s taken as he’s flirted with at a party one night. It becomes a game among these friends to imagine what this guy significant other would be like. Obviously, she would be some girl with straight A’s and neatly parted hair who wears summer dresses and probably wears glasses - the stereotypical image of a good Christian girl. 

One afternoon Eddie had mentioned his ‘significant other’ was coming to visit and they all took this as the opportunity to finally see this put-together, pure, Puritan girl. 

So you can imagine their shock when a boy, with straggly black hair to his jaw, covered in freckles and moles, wearing a faded (only slightly stained) Nirvana shirt and ripped jeans clambers out of an old pickup truck with a shout of, “EDS MOTHERFUCKING KASPBRAK, HAVE I MISSED YOU!” 

Maybe this boy was just his friend? Maybe he was just dropping her off as well? Would Eddie Kaspbrak, the boy who starts his essay’s the night he gets them, goes to every morning lecture and who is never seen without brushed hair, trouser pleats and a pressed shirt be with the guy with the massive smudged glasses and broken converse?

But then Eddie doesn’t answer him, just kisses him so hard the boy is slammed back into the door of the truck, and his friends give up. 


Alternatively, at his university, Richie’s friends think similarly to Eddie’s. I mean. Richie Tozier, the boy who burnt down the dorm kitchen trying to make goddam pasta, got thrown out of Target for climbing on the checkout counter to dance to the Macarena, and has never been seen wearing a clean shirt in his life - would he be really interested in some preppy clean-cut girl?

Nah, his friends guessed she would be a punk girl with dyed red, no GREEN, hair and wore fishnets and had loads of piercings and got expelled from loads of schools. Yeah, that’s who Richie Tozier would like. 

Oh, how naive and wrong they were. 

Because one day Richie took a shower longer than 5 minutes, ran a brush through his hair, and was even spotted walking into a laundromat. So either he’d finally snapped, or his significant other was visiting. 

They came with him to the park where they expected to find the cyber-punk girl sat under a tree to escape the sun that would tan her perfect porcelain skin or that could melt the random plastic shit she had attached to her crazy clothes and in her hair. 

But then they see Richie walking towards a park bench next to a lake and they are gobsmacked. Sat there was the most conforming, suburban-looking boy they’d ever seen, wearing a dress shirt tucked into pleated trousers with a belt that matched his smart shoes which were the same shade of brown as his round eyes and impeccable hair, throwing handfuls of bread into the pond like a young elderly man. 

They watch how as soon as he approaches the boy stands up with a glare before starting to fix his collar from the nice polo shirt under his freshly clean Star Wars shirt and running his fingers gently through his hair he had attempted to tame, clicking his tongue beratingly and saying something they couldn’t hear. 

Maybe he was another friend trying to make him look good for the girlfriend on her way? 

Then Richie grabs the hand in his hair further into the thick mess and tugs him closer to kiss him deeply, wrapping his lanky arms around the doll-like shorter boy. It’s when the boy stretches onto his toes and flings his arm around Richie’s neck to hold him tighter against him that his friend’s stop trying to pretend they can predict who Richie Tozier is. 

By my side

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: say Yoongi gets up in the middle of the night cause he randomly got an idea for a song so he goes out to the living room to work on it. And his girl comes waddling out wearing his shirt and some cute frilly panties rubbing her eyes and whining like “Teddy~” and he’s all like “Teddy wtf” and she’s like “Cause you’re my teddy bear~ And I can’t sleep without my teddy bear~“ 

Originally posted by yoongijae

In the middle of the dream you weren’t having something started to wake you up. You felt the bed shift but just assumed that your boyfriend had turned over in his sleep. You reach out to hold him closer but your arm lands on the empty bedside next to you. Your eyes start to open and of course, Yoongi’s missing. As you sit up you take notice of the bright light coming from the living room peaking out from the cracked bedroom door. When you open it you find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, typing away. Your steps cause him to look up at you.

“Teddy…” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in front of him.

He tilts his head in confusion. He’s almost distracted by your cute attire but he tried to stay focused as he hears what you called him. Yoongi just assumed you were still half awake.

“Y/N maybe you should go back to bed-”

“No. I’m not sleeping if you aren’t. I need my teddy bear to sleep next to me.”

Yoongi’s face flushes with a pink undertone when he realizes your new nickname for him. 

“I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I just got an idea so I came out here to work.”

You reached your hand out to him.

“You can do it in our room…I just want you to be next to me.”

He nods, standing up with the laptop in one hand and using the other to hold yours as you lead him into the bedroom. He crawls back into bed, resting his back on the headboard with the laptop now in his lap. You got in next to him and rested your head next to him. Unable to fall asleep again you watched him type the words onto the document. You squinted since the screen was so bright but the more you read the words you started to notice something familiar. 

“….Is this song….about us?”

He shyly smiles. “It’s noticeable, huh?”

“I mean, to me it is but shouldn’t you write about something related to your fans or youth experiences?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I only write about things that are important to me and right now you’re the most important thing to me.”

You grew quiet.

“What is it?” He asked.

You reach for him once more. “I want to kiss you but i’m too tired to sit up again.”

“Now you sound like me.”  He laughed, leaning down to give you a light kiss. 

“Please try to go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up..”

You smiled. “I will but you better not think of leaving this bed again.”

“I won’t.” He said. focusing back on his writing.

“Promise?”

He let out another tired chuckle. “Yes, I promise.”

He continues to keep writing down all of his ideas, email them to Namjoon as well as the other lyricists at BigHit, and shuts down his laptop to set it down next to the bed. He tries to get comfortable in the bed, seeing you already fast asleep. Yoongi’s hand comes out to rest on your face, moving his thumb gently on your cheek. You winced, causing him to freeze. He was afraid he woke you up again but you just continued to lightly snore. He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your forehead. He can finally rest for the night knowing your slight neediness for him that he found so adorable. He hoped you’d never get tired of being next to him because he planned to be there for quite a while.

Headcanon that now Levi has more insomnia than ever and Hanji reads to him to calm him down and help him fall asleep. They both really like LOTR. 

I miss Erwin too, guys. 

More Trans Headcanons
  • Lance used to be really fragile about his masculinity, especially when he just came out.
  • Like,,, super fragile
  • He stopped painting his nails
  • Stopped doing his beauty care
  • Spent hours trying to lower his voice to the point where sometimes his voice was just gone
  • It took like, 3 months for him to give up on that
  • He liked the things he liked
  • And that did not
  • And still does not
  • make him any less of a boy
  • (his realization also helps pidge feel a little more comfortable enjoying more stereotypically ‘manly’ things)
  • Keith and Pidge drive the ‘down with cis’ bus
  • They have matching bracelets
  • whenever anything goes wrong, they look at eachother and say ‘cishets’ like timmy’s dad would when he said ‘dinkleberg’
  • keith:*stubs his toe*
  • Keith: *looking up at the security camera he /knows/ pidge has tapped into: /cishets/.
  • Hunk wears skirt p consistently
  • They make his legs look nice
  • (he has to wear shorts underneath because chafing kills, yall)
  • And lance always stared forlornly
  • His long legs??? In a skirt??? God is real, bih
  • One day hunk confronts him and lance is like
  • ‘I miss skirts, i wish they weren’t for girls’
  • (this was during the fragile masculinity)
  • Cue hunk going on 100 page rant about how clothes have no gender and anyone can wear what they want because society is shit
  • Lance, weeping: ur right,,, ur right im so blind,,,
  • Cue the boys (& pidge if she’s comfortable) wearing matching skirts @ the garrison
  • When lance came to the garrison he had packed a bunch of girls clothing cause that’s all he has
  • So he gets there and is like “hey i’m giving away all these clothes lmao do u want some???”
  • Pidge loses her mind??
  • There’s so many cute shirts that are feminine without being too fem and oh my god she’s blessed
  • Trying to act cool like
  • ‘Oh yeah uh,,, sure i’ll take a look,,’
  • Cue pidge hiding the whole suitcase in her closet
  • She takes them out and models them in the room at the garrison when hunk and lance aren’t there
  • Lance lowkey committed straight up FRAUD to get his shots??
  • They offered them @ the garrison??
  • Mostly for cis guys as like,, steroids
  • And he straight up stole picture of his parents id’s and linked their phone number as his own so he could get ‘permission’
  • This is very illegal but no one catches on until he’s up in space
  • Anyways he has a fear of needles
  • But the garrison nurses love him
  • He knows them all by name
  • Hunk accompanies Lanco to the bathroom
  • Not in a ‘i must protect this frail trans boy’ kinda way
  • In a “my friend asked my to accompany him because he’s scared of getting confronted” kinda way
  • It’s totally chill and no one bothers them
  • except for some weird looks when lance goes in the stall to piss
  • Quickly shut down by a disappointed look from hunk
  • It gets hot where Pidge works sometimes
  • So she’ll just take off her shirt and sit there in her bra and shorts
  • Sometime hunk joins her and they just sit there talking about mechanics with their shirts off
  • Shiro chastises keith and pidge for their ‘down with cis’ shenanigans
  • Jokes on them
  • He has his own down with cis shirt
  • It’s purple and it sparkles
  • Only matt knows about it
  • He has one too
  • Speaking of matt uhhhh
  • Can you say: demiboy
  • Because uh news flash my boy is a demiboy
  • Matt is known for saying ‘im part boy, part alien’
  • Whoops


  • Lance is that one kid who watches a show and is like
  • “This character???? Trans”
  • Does he have anything to back it up??
  • U bet ur ass he has put blood and sweat and tears in these headcanons
  • His tumblr is literally just a mess of long, trans fueled rage posts at stupid terfs and transphobes.
  • Keith is his most dedicated follower, even if he doesn’t know
  • One day they’re on the ship and talking about things they miss
  • And keith is like
  • ‘ i miss tumblr, i used to follow a bunch of really cool blogs’
  • Lance teases him for being a tumblr emo
  • Keith: shut up, you probably had a tumblr with 5 followers that was filled with boobs or something.
  • Lance, sticking his nose in the air: ill have u know my tumblr was littleswimmerboy and i was very sophisticated
  • Keith, scrambling up: YOU’RE LITTLESWIMMERBOY?!?!?!?
  • Lance, internally yelling: ,,yes?
  • Keith, making unintelligible noises
  • They bond over trans headcanons

Logical part of my Brain: Connie is wearing Steven’s T Shirt because she wants to wear a star like a crystal gem

Trashy Shipping part of my Brain: OMFG CONNIE MISSES HER BOYFREIND SO MUCH SHE’S WEARING HIS SHIRT SO SHE CAN FEEL CLOSE TO HIM!!! 😍😍😍😍

Yeah this how my Brain works 😌

You Are My Happily Ever After - Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by interwebber


Requested:Hi, i was wondering if you could write an imagine about Harry. Where you are jays younger sister and you went to auradon with the vks but dont feel like you fit in and want to go back to the isle. You go back with mal and run into an old friend and crush, Harry Hook. When the others come you help with ben you and jay get into a fight and you stay on the isle with Harry? Sorry its so long. Thank you if you can write this. i love your imagines, thank you for doing what you do!! :)

A/N I’d like to thank @kaylantus for the request. Hope you enjoy !! (:

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I Can Make You Scream (M) // J-Hope (AU!)

Originally posted by sugashu

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: kia-winningx said: A J-Hope smut? I’ve been searching and searching and I cannot , for the life of me, find one where he is like the school dick. No matter how much I try to deny it I can’t help but think of him as dominant but I’m the kind that would like talk-back and be really cheeky. 

Please note that this scenario contains smut - dom/sub, begging, dirty talking, light bdsm.

I got kind of carried away with this so here is 3.6k words of absolute sin whOOps


You were an average student. You received semi-good grades and your attendance was adequate. You weren’t usually the type of person to intentionally get yourself into trouble for shits and giggles, but there was one person in particular who did – and they knew the exact buttons to press to frustrate you while simultaneously making you want them even more.

Jung Hoseok was in the same year as you, in almost all of the same classes. You met him when you were 12, and now being 18 and in your last year of high school – you could confidently say that you knew Hoseok pretty well.

Back then, Hoseok was a shy and timid child that could barely string together a proper sentence. But now, he had since gained more than enough confidence – acting a little too big for his boots while still being extremely wet behind the ears. To put it simply, Hoseok was the school dick. It’s not that he bullied other students – he was just incredibly rude to them unnecessarily. He roamed the school with his group of friends, casually making students and teachers lives just that little bit more difficult. Whether it was ‘accidently’ tripping someone in the hallway who may have gave him a funny look or causing one of the teachers grief by verbally abusing any authority they tried to have over him – Hoseok knew how to manipulate and control everyone around him.

Everyone except you.

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silvermaze  asked:

Hello again! Can I request Hermione wearing Draco's jersey/shirts headcanons? :)

  • draco and harry left a week ago for romania on auror business.
  • and hermione missed them greatly.
  • especially draco.
  • she missed the way he insisted that he hated cuddling but would end up wrapping his arms around her in the middle of the night while they slept.
  • she missed how he would pour his morning coffee and tease her as she read the daily prophet with so much concentration that it nearly made her late for work every day.
  • and most of all, she missed his scent.
  • draco smelled of fresh apples and a hint of honey.
  • and she was not sure how he did it.
  • his cologne smelled like peppermint.
  • it was an anomaly to her.
  • she paced in front of his closet a few times thinking about if doing this would make her pathetic.
  • but she eventually gave in.
  • she sighed to herself as she turned on the closet light and went straight for his dress shirts.
  • she let her fingertips brush the fabric as she walked the length of the closet, and she felt relief when his scent hit her nostrils.
  • she inhaled deeply, and she was happy to see that he had left his favorite white dress shirt.
  • she knew it was so he didn’t ruin it while on duty, but part of her liked to imagine he did it so she would have a piece of him home with her.
  • she lifted her t-shirt over her head and slipped his dress shirt on, and she made sure to take her time buttoning the buttons.
  • the fabric was soft against her skin, but she instantly felt relaxed.
  • she took a long look at herself in their full-length mirror and sighed happily.
  • wearing his dress shirt while lounging around their flat was a perfect way to spend her day.
  • she curled up with a new book she bought the week before in draco’s chair, and before she knew it, she fell asleep from the heat of the fireplace and draco’s scent.
  • she was woken up by someone clearing their throat.
  • she jumped slightly, but was instantly relieved to see it was draco.
  • “i missed you so much,” she told him, “but it gave me more time to read.”
  • he didn’t answer her right away, but she looked up to see he was smirking.
  • “what is it?” she asked him.
  • she felt annoyed now.
  • oh nothing,” he teased, “you’re just wearing my favorite shirt, and i think you got some drool on it.”
  • she felt her ears turn hot, and she quickly glanced down at the collar of his shirt to see if she had in fact drooled.
  • but she didn’t.
  • she rolled her eyes.
  • “whatever malfoy.”
  • “don’t malfoy me, granger.”
  • but he was still smiling.
  • she took a deep breath, and he bent down and wrapped his arms around her.
  • he then whispered in her ear, “i missed you too, love.”
  • and she could not help but smile into his shoulder.
RFA + Saeran finding MC wearing their clothes/underwear (NSFW)

These two anons suggested something similar, so I combined these. And… two NSFW requests on a row, gurl… the sin is real!

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Zen

  • He only sees your upper half since you’re behind the balcony
  • Awww, you’re wearing one of the white tank tops he usually wears to work out, how cute! But… where is your bra?
  • “Good morning, Zenny! Slept well?” “I always do when you are in my arms, princess…” this man just woke up and it’s already being that smooth? Jesus…
  • You giggle and blush. “You’re so cute when you blush, babe.” “Cute? I’m as red as your boxers, Zenny!” now he’s blushing, do you remember the color of his boxers from last night?
  • But wait! He’s not wearing red boxers and… LORD GIVE HIM STRENGHT! You move from behind the balcony to put the breakfast on the table and he sees… YOU are wearing his red boxers!
  • “B-babe?” “Yes?” you answer without looking at him, focusing on setting the table. “Wh-why are you wearing my underwear?” “Oh? I’m sorry, I just picked the first time I found in the closet, on that note, can I have my own drawer? It’s kinda messy in your closet with our clothes all mixed…” dressed like that, you can have anything you want from him!
  • “B-but babe…” “Oh, I’m sorry! I should’ve asked you, right?” you pout. OH MY GOD! It’s 8 am, MC! Too early to unleash the beast!
  • You know this look, you always know when he’s fighting internally with the beast. “I’m sorry, Zen. I’ll change right now!” you smile and pass right beside him, heading to the bedroom, he grabs your wrist and pulls you for a deep kiss
  • He pins you against the wall without breaking the kiss, his hands already looking for the bra… oh yeah, no bra… well, better for him.
  • “How come my own clothes look better on you?” he asks while his hands play with the tank top hem. “Why are we still talking about clothes and not taking them off?”
  • “Oh babe, you’re so bold…” his lips attack yours, the tank top is so baggy he manages to take it off of you just sliding the straps from your shoulders.
  •  His mouth travels to your breasts quickly, giving you some nips. Oh… you know that fight with the beast from before? Yeah, he lost…
  • Not that you’re complaining.

Yoosung

  • He wakes up super down to some cuddling, but… you’re already up? Too bad…
  • He blushes noticing the pool of clothes from last night still on the floor. He should pick them, but… he looks at them and can only remember what you two did.
  • “Good morning!” you greet him, he doesn’t answer. He’s frozen to the image of you cooking wearing his blue t-shirt.
  • You look beautiful in every color, but you in blue is so mesmerizing… he’s just worried if this tee isn’t dirty or smelly. Just imagine how embarrassing it would be and… HOLY SHIT!
  •  You go to him, he notices your bare legs and his dark blue boxers as your pajama bottoms. “Yoosung, are you okay?” OF COURSE HE’S NOT!
  • “MC, is… is… this… my… my, un-underwear?” “Hum? Oh, yes, it is. I’m sorry, it was dark and I took the first thing I found in the closet.” “Why… Why didn’t you turn the lights on?” “I didn’t want to wake you up, you looked so tired…” of course, YOU let him that tired, ahem.
  • “Are you mad? I’m sorry…” “N-No! I’m not mad! How could I be mad? You look so hot and I… cute! I meant ‘cute’!” he’s trying so hard not to stare, you giggle and cup his cheeks, forcing to look at you while you give him a little peck.
  • But he wants more, so he holds you when you try to back away. His hands circle your waist, bringing you closer as his tongue shyly meets yours in your mouth.
  • You sigh in satisfaction, and boy is not that shy anymore with his tongue as one hand of his moves to the back of your head, his fingers tangling to your hair.
  • “You look so good in blue…” he says, pulling you away a little to admire you one more time. “Guess I should wear blue more often if that’s how you’re gonna react.” You play with his hair and smile, oh… he really thought he was the one in control of this?
  • “MC… do you… do you mind taking this to the bedroom?” the way you wrap your arms around his neck and kisses him can only mean ‘no’.
  • But he would still like to have the upper hand this time, so his hands move to your ass, giving it a little squeeze before going down the back thighs, making you raise your legs and wrap them around his waist.
  • He carries you to the bedroom. Well, guess that pile of clothes on that floor will gain a few more pieces…

Jaehee

  • She wakes up and smells the fresh coffee. Oh… what a nice surprise drinking your coffee that early in the morning.
  • You’re wearing a long-sleeve button shirt, judging from all the room in the bust are, it can only be her shirt.
  • She doesn’t mind, you two have this habit of sharing clothes, even though yours usually feel really tight in her chest since your boobs are fairly smaller.
  • But sharing panties? That’s new! She knows it’s hers because usually you wear thongs while she likes the bikini type more.
  •  This arouses her more as she would care to admit. You making coffee while looking that cute it’s too good for this hour in the morning…
  • “Earth to Jaehee!” you tease her waving your hand in front of her face. “Why are you spacing out like this?”
  • “Don’t ask as if you don’t know. Did you finally surrender to the bikini’s comfort?” “I guess, though thongs are cuter, don’t you agree?”on you? Yes, definitely.
  • “Anyway, your clothes are comfortable and smell like you,that’s why I put it,  I hope that’s not a problem…” How would this be a problem? You can’t say cute things like that looking so sexy! It’ almost a crime!
  • “The only problem here is that you look so beautiful I feel I won’t be able to get my hands off of you.” Oh wow… so bold in the morning, miss Jaehee… “Hmm, I don’t see the problem here…”
  • “Good.” She says bringing you closer, you’re so surprised by her sudden boldness you almost don’t know what to do with your hands, you start holding her forearms, then wrapping around her neck, but holding her by the waist feels more comfortable.
  •  One of her hand is in your cheek, moving your head as she wants, the other one is already undoing the buttons of the shirt. “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”
  • You nod negatively with a wicked smile, that’s her cue to slide the shirt off of you and plant hungry kisses to your neck as you moan.
  • That delicious coffee you made would have to wait a little… okay, maybe a lot.

Jumin

  • He got a little sad you weren’t beside him in the bed.
  • But as soon as he saw your back in the kitchen, that little sadness faded away completely. Of course he doesn’t need you cooking since he can always call the chef, but seeing you like this make him feel so special and loved…
  • And then he couldn’t help but smirk in curiosity realizing you were wearing his striped shirt from last night.
  • “May I ask why you keep stealing my clothes when you have the most comfortable and beautiful sleepwear in your closet?” you yelp in scare, just noticing him standing by the table looking at you with his arms crossed.
  • “They’re so fancy I’m afraid of ruining them. Plus, this smells nicer.” Cute… unbelievably cute! He heard about people being grumpy in the morning, but you’re just… cute.
  • He was about to say you won this one, then you bend down to take something out of the oven and he notices grey boxers showing up…
  • “MC?” “Yes, Jumin?” your eyes are still focused on the oven. “Why are you wearing my underwear?”
  • “Hum? Oh… don’t get me wrong, I really like those Victoria Secret’s ones, but this is so comfortable! Why is man’s underwear so much more comfortable? Ugh, it isn’t fair!” he narrows his eyes at you.
  • “You know what is really unfair? You provoking me this early in the morning before I have to leave for work.” He comes closer, his eyes locked to yours as a predator corning its prey.
  • “Provoking you? Me? Ah, come on, Jumin, it’s just und… mmm.” He interrupts you with a kiss, his tongue desperate trying to invade your mouth while his hands move to under the shirt, making you shiver.
  • You’re not feeling like having him in charge so much, so you break the kiss and start kissing his neck, he plays along and starts undoing his pajama so your tongue can roll down.
  • And it keeps rolling down his neck, reaching his chest, his abs… you tug his pajama trousers and smile playfully as find he’s wearing grey boxers too. “We’re matching!”
  • It’s still weird letting you in charge and he definitely needs to teach you a lesson for stealing his clothes but right now… all he can focus is in your mouth.

 

Saeyoung

  • He is a light sleep, so when he hears some noises coming from that kitchen, he immediately wakes up.
  • Then he finds you wearing his hoodie and… nothing else? Ohoho, what a view in the morning, am I right?
  • “Good morning!” you notice him behind you and smile, he hugs you from behind and buries his face in your hair. “Yes, it’s a great morning!”
  • He presses his body against yours and feels there are some panties down there. Well, not as if this was less hot, anyway.
  •  “Someone is in a good mood, usually I have to drag you out of the bed, your lazy bum!”
  • “Well, now you should be careful I don’t drag you back there.” He tries to tickle your sides, but you shoo him away. “No! We have to eat something beside HBC at least in the morning, you know?” he pouts, but you ignore him, focusing again on whatever you’re cooking.
  •  And he knows you’re right, so he sits and just watches you. And he was really willing to leave you alone, but when you raise your arms to reach something in a higher shelf, revealing his kitten pattern boxers, he’s gone!
  • “MC?” “What now, Saeyoung?” you glare at him, only to find his eyes roaming to your body. “You know stealing my hoodie is one thing, but stealing my underwear is something I can’t let you get away, right?”
  • “So what? You’re always stealing my bras and I never say anything!” “But I do to be funny because I know I look pathetic, you can’t steal my boxers and look that hot!” “Well, I’m sorry I look so hot, are you happy?
  • He knows you’re not actually mad, you’re just teasing him. “Oh, you’re sorry? I see… but I don’t think I can’t forgive you just like this” he’s behind you again, now using his arms to lock you and corner you against the balcony.
  • “What do you want me to do, then?” “First, give me back my hoodie…” he unzips the hoodie, making you shiver. “But then… then I’ll have nothing on…”
  • “That’s the idea.” He takes it off of you and tugs your hair behind your ear, letting your neck and shoulder completely available to his nips and bites while one hand slips to inside the kitten pattern boxers.
  • Well, he warned you about dragging you back to bed, didn’t he?

Saeran

  • It took him a while to get used to sharing the bed, but now he got used to it, he hates waking up without you beside him
  • Then he finds you in the kitchen making breakfast… okay, you’re forgiven this time.
  • But he can’t forgive you for wearing one of his sweaters and… one of his black boxers? WHAT THE FUCK?
  • “Hey! Who told you could steal my clothes like that?” “Good morning to you too, Saeran!” you smile sweetly, ignoring his glare.
  • “Don’t mock me! And what’s with you wearing my boxers, you pervert?” “Don’t think too highly of yourself, it was just the first thing I found in the closet.”
  • “Ugh… you’re impossible! What would you do if I stole one of your panties?” your eyes gleam “Would you really? I would recommend a pink one, you would look so cute!”, he blushes, you’re obviously not taking him seriously… or maybe you are a pervert after all.
  • Either way, he’s not pleased. He doesn’t like this invasion of his personal space, like, the most personal space he could have.
  • So he corners you against the balcony, and having you this close wearing his sweater and boxers, nothing else… he’s almost forgetting why he was mad.
  • “You’re tempting me, aren’t you?” “Ugh, not everything is about you…” you look so cute when you get mad like this… he grins.
  • “But okay, since you don’t like it, I’ll take it off!” YES! Oh… no, you mean change, right? “Well, allow me to take it off for you.”
  • He hooks his thumbs on the waistband of the boxers, you look down in anticipation, then look back at his face, reaching his mouth for a deep kiss.
  • He takes this as a chance to grind on you , his hand slowly pulling the boxers down your thighs as he moves his mouth to your neck, biting and letting a few hickeys.
  • Now he definitely forgot what he was mad about before.
Don’t Say It - One

summary: you and steve are roommates and have been all throughout college. he’s constantly bringing home dates and watching them leave the next morning, and he’s perfectly content with it. you only ever planned on being friends, but sometimes, things don’t go as planned.

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing

word count: 1,165

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Originally posted by officerrfriendlyy

“Another date tonight?” You asked as Steve stepped out of his bedroom, dressed a hell of a lot nicer than his usual jeans and a t-shirt. He ran his fingers through his hair, shooting you a smile as he slipped his shoes on, grabbing his jacket, which was thrown over the back of the couch.

“Yep. But I don’t expect it to go anywhere.” He admitted, his smile still preset.

“Then why are you wasting your time?”

“…She’s hot.”

“You’re a pig.”

“Maybe so.” He chuckled, pulling open your creaky apartment door before happily stepping out.

He’d been on eight dates with eight different women so far that month, and he never expected any of them to get further than the bedroom. You kept telling him that it was pointless, that he should actually try to make it work with one of the many women he’d gone through. He said he did. You had to explain to him that meaningless, one-time sex was most certainly not “making it work”. And that’s usually when he started ignoring you.

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My manager told me a man complained about me wearing a crucifix today because he's "sick of people shoving religion in his face." When my manager pointed out she couldn't see a crucifix he said "the one under her shirt." She said "you're looking down her top & YOU'RE the one complaining?" He left pretty quickly after that, but it creeped me out. I'm not even especially religious & certainly wouldn't have talked to him about it; I only wear it because it used to be my grandma's and I miss her.

Dean Winchester - It's Too Hot

Originally posted by hunterchesters

When the A.C. in the bunker breaks, you’re frustrated because it’s so warm. However, when Dean comes home, he finds a way to distract you from the heat.

Requested by: @theoneandonlysaucymo after a conversation last night about how bloody warm it was

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut

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First Apartment

A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment - one story above the “read more” line, three more underneath!


“Okay, I should go”

“Do you have to?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Betty sighed and leaned in to place a quick kiss on Jughead’s nose before pushing herself up to a seated position and placing her feet on the floor, “I’ve got to go back to my place before work starts. I left my computer there.”

Jughead groaned, grabbing Betty by the waist and pulling her back into bed, “Just five more minutes.” he mumbled.

Betty laughed and rolled her eyes, “Juggie, you said that five minutes ago. And again five minutes before that. If I don’t leave now I’ll be late.”

Betty sat up once more, and this time Jughead rose with her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck. Betty leaned into the comfort, releasing a small moan.

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Betty laughed, turning to face him. Her smile faded to shock as she registered the look of seriousness on his face. “Are you - are you serious?”

“Why not?” Jughead grinned, “You practically live here anyway! And you know how much I hate it when you leave. Besides… isn’t this what people do when, you know, they’re in our position?”

“In our position?” Betty smiled at his fumbling, eyebrows raised in jest.

“I just meant… I love you. And I don’t want to keep saying goodbye to you every morning. I want you to move into my apartment. I want it to be our apartment.”

Betty looked at his wide, puppy-dog smile in disbelief, “Okay. Okay let’s do this.”

“Yeah?” Jughead asked, eyes brimming with hope. 

“Yeah,” Betty smiled and leaned in, cupping his face in her hands and excitedly placing a kiss on his lips, “Yeah! Let’s move in together!”

Jughead grinned and tackled her back onto the bed, pinning her down and peppering her with kisses. “I love you so much right now it’s insane.”

Betty giggled, “I love you too. So, so much.” She practically squealed in excitement before kissing him once more. Suddenly aware of the time, Betty let out a laugh. “Well, I’m definitely going to be late for work now.”

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