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Home Run (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader)

A/N: This one is gonna be Jeff and the reader preparing for Jeff’s game with a little smut, but the main focus is he ends up asking her to the Winter Dance in a really sweet way.

Warning: Smut, then some really cute fluff at the end.

“Y/N!” Jeff shouted running after you. You turned back and flashed him a bright white smile but kept running. You picked up the pace and ran across the field even faster. You had stolen Jeff’s baseball shirt and he had a game coming up in a few hours.

So now here you were, sprinting around the football field with your (Y/H/C) hair whipping around behind you, being damn near swallowed whole in his baseball shirt.

“Y/N, come back here! I need that shirt!” He yelled. You giggled wildly and turned back, only to see him getting closer and closer. Your eyes widened as you tried to speed up but you heard his footsteps approaching you faster and faster. You felt arms grab your waist and you screamed as he lifted you up and spun you around.

“Caught you, Princess.” He whispered in your ear. You giggled and wriggled around in his grasp. He chuckled and turned you around so you were facing him.

“You gotta give it back now, babe.” He said, still panting from his run. Your breathing matched his and you looked up at him with doe eyes.

“But, Jeff-” You started, but he cut you off with a kiss. You put your hand on his cheek and rubbed soft circles as he pulled you into him. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

“No buts. Now, you know how much I love to see you in my shirts, but the game is in a few hours and I need it to play.” He said. You groaned and backed away from him, unbuttoning the shirt and pulling it off of you. You handed it to him and he sent you a sweet smile.

“Thank you. Now let’s go home so I can get ready.” He said swinging an arm over your shoulders. You leaned into his side and began the long walk back to his car.

~

You laid back on Jeff’s bed tossing a baseball up and down as you waited for him to come out of the shower. You heard the water turn off and you sat up, waiting for him once more. You saw the doorknob turn and time seemed to go in slow motion as he stepped out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Alright, I’m about to get ready, babe.” He said turning towards his closet to grab his uniform.

You hummed in response and stood up slowly before walking over to him. Your arms went around his still damp waist and you rested your forehead on his back. You massaged his abs and slowly made your way to the top of his towel.

“How about we have a little pre-game fun?” You said, sliding your hand under the towel and stroking the soft hairs at the top of his shaft. He groaned and shuddered before grabbing your wrist and pulling it away.

“Come on. I have to get ready.” He said, his voice slightly strained. You turned him around and gave him a sweet smile.

“Jeff, there’s still a good hour and a half before the game. That’s plenty of time.” You said swinging your arms behind his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He hummed into the kiss and placed his hands on your hips. His tongue swiped over your lips, begging for entry and you nibbled on his lip before parting your lips.

His tongue wrestled with yours as you ran your fingers through his damp hair. You gripped the roots and tugged making him groan against your lips. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

“Still need to get ready?” You asked him, batting your lashes. He growled and pulled his towel off, his erection already springing free. You giggled playfully and pulled off your tank top and skirt, leaving you in your (Y/F/C) bra and underwear.

“Ay, mi princesa. Eres muy muy bella.” He whispered, putting his hands on your hips. You swung your arms around his neck and played with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Y eres muy guapo, mi amor.” You whispered back. Jeff’s eyes widened as he stared at you with adoration and shock.

“What? I took Spanish.” You said smirking. Jeff just chuckled and placed his lips back onto yours. You moaned as he bit down on your bottom lip and tugged lightly. He walked you both backwards until your calves hit the edge of the bed and he fell on top of you. He flipped you both over so you were straddling his waist, and you sat up before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, tossing it aside.

Jeff let out a sigh looking up at you and you began to grind your clothed core onto his bare erection. He groaned out and his hands flew to your hips to guide them. He pushed you back and forth, making you slide over his shaft completely. You let out a soft moan when his tip grazed your sensitive bundle of nerves. He opened his eyes and smirked at you before bucking his hips up against yours, applying more pressure.

“Fuck.” You gasped out at the sudden wave of pleasure. Jeff bucked up again and you fell forward, landing chest to chest. You began sucking at his collarbones and he moaned. You moved across his chest, painting it with your little love marks before moving to the sensitive spot under his jawline. He gripped your hips tighter as you nibbled on his favorite spot.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t think I’m gonna make it much longer if you keep doing that. I need you now.” He whispered in your ear. You pulled away from his neck and sat up before climbing off of him, and kicking off your underwear. You walked over to his desk and opened the drawer where he kept his condoms. You pulled out a small gold packet and turned back, only to see him smirking at you with his lip between his teeth. You glanced down and saw him stroking his thick length, moisture instantly forming between your thighs.

You stalked over to him, innocently twirling the small packet in your hand. You knelt in front of him, moving his hand away and replacing it with yours. You placed a gentle kiss to the tip and gave kitten licks to the shaft. Jeff groaned out in pleasure and fisted his sheets. You smirked up at him and slid the condom slowly down his length.

“You just love teasing me, don’t you?” He said, his voice thick with lust. You climbed up on top of him and lined him up with your entrance, before slowly sinking down. You both moaned in harmony as you adjusted to his size. His hands flew to your hips as you started to slowly move up and down.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby.” He groaned out, thrusting up so your hips met. Your hands went to explore his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. His mouth instantly went to your neck, sucking at the sensitive spots before moving downward and sucking marks on your breasts. His lips circled around your nipple and you moaned out his name.

“I’m close. So close.” He strained as he thrust up harder and faster. Your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of him hitting that deep spot inside you. Your body began to shudder and your breathing picked up as you approached your climax.

“J-Jeff, I’m gonna-” Your words cut off by Jeff pushing his lips against yours, making your orgasm pulse through you. You shook against him and soon you felt him twitch inside of you. You ground your hips against his, making his pelvis brush against your still sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Y/N, I’m-” He started, stopping when you leaned forward to nibble on his favorite spot. His hands gripped your hips tighter, sure to leave big hand shaped marks. You felt his erection throb as the waves of his climax crashed over him. You both stilled and you rolled off of him, landing next to his sweaty form. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side.

“Well, now I have to take another shower. You do too.” He said chuckling. You giggled and he placed a kiss on the top of your head before standing up and disposing of the condom. You sighed and stood up along with him before walking into his bathroom and turning on the water. You stepped in and stood under the water, letting it run over you. You felt arms wrap around you and you leaned back into his chest.

“Hey, let’s actually get ready. You do have a game to win, don’t you?” You said. Jeff hummed and placed a kiss on your head.

“I’ll just have to repay you when we come back. I’ve got a surprise for you anyway.” He said grabbing the shampoo and beginning to wash your hair. You wanted to ask but knowing him he wouldn’t budge, so you just mirrored his actions and you both washed each other. You dried off and got redressed, this time in Jeff’s letterman, then left for the game.

~

You found Hannah and Clay in the crowd and went to sit next to them. Tony came up beside you, holding a popcorn and packs of candy.

“Woah, you really hit the jackpot. All that for you?” You asked him. He sent you a smile and looked down.

“No, actually I didn’t buy any of this. This is all for you, from Jeff.” He said, handing you the snacks. Your eyes widened and your lips spread into a smile. You looked over and Clay and Hannah were smiling as well.

“Oh, stop. He just knows I like food. He wants to keep me from starving during his game; although we always go to Rosie’s afterwards.” You said. Clay lifted his hands up in defense and looked away. You furrowed your brows and looked up at Tony, who just did the same. You shrugged and opened a pack of Skittles.

The game started and you saw Jeff go up to bat. You cheered for him and saw him give the umpire a look. He held the signal for timeout and everyone began to mumble in confusion. All of the players came out to the field, holding signs. Someone handed Jeff a microphone and he walked to the middle of the field.

“I know you’re all probably wondering, ‘What the hell is going on?’ But I have an announcement.” He began. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at Tony.

“What is he doing?” You asked him. Tony just smiled at you.

“So, as you all know I have an amazing girlfriend named, Y/F/N Y/L/N. She is smart, and beautiful, and funny, and extremely unique. That ones for you, Clay.” He said with a chuckle. You looked over at Clay to see him with his head in his hands, laughing. Your heart swelled at Jeff’s words and you smiled.

“Now, you all also know that we have a Winter Dance coming up; and if you haven’t figured out where this is going, I’m about to tell you. Y/N, babe? Can you stand up wherever you are?” He said. You handed your popcorn to Tony and stood up, playing with the sleeves of Jeff’s jacket.

“There you are, beautiful. Y/N, I have one question to ask you. Will you do me the honor of accompanying me to this years Winter Formal?” He asked, signaling the other players to hold up their signs. When they were all organized they spelled out, ‘I love you’ in big blue letters. Your hand flew to your mouth and began to form in your eyes. You smiled and moved past Tony to run down the bleachers. You ran towards Jeff and tackled him in a hug.

“Yes I’ll go with you, you idiot. I’m your girlfriend; and I love you too.” You said. Jeff picked you up and spun you around as everyone began to cheer. He put you down and put a hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. All the cheers seemed to fade away in that moment. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes with a smile gracing his lips.

“Hey, Jeff. You hit a home run with me, now go hit another one for the school.” You said. He smiled and nodded before turning back to his spot. You ran back to your spot and sat down next to Tony.

“You used the home run one?” He said with an eyebrow raised. You nodded and stared at your boyfriend in adoration.

“I sure as hell did.”

Ayato vs. Subaru Mini Drama
Ayato (CV. Midorikawa Hikaru) & Subaru (CV. Kondo Takashi)
Ayato vs. Subaru Mini Drama

[ Versus Song Requiem(2) Bloody Night Vol.I ]

Ayato vs. Subaru Mini Drama Translation

ヽ(・ω・ゞ) Good evening, dear sinners~! This track got requested a lot, so here it is! Now that I finished Yuma’s DF route, I’m gonna start completing the random requests in my spreadsheets. _(┐「ε:)_ I’m not sure if this has been done already, so my apologies if it has (I searched around and didn’t find anything).

As usual, audio translating isn’t my forte, so I apologize if I misheard or anything.

Note: I used “You” throughout the translation’s action phrases that you’ll see in parenthesis. It was easier that way, so don’t hurt me please.

The mini drama is about 18min. ☆ミ(o*・ω・)ノ Enjoy these two rough mouths~




(Struggling Noises; Wind’s Blowing As Subaru’s Flying)



Subaru: Geez, you’re such a pain!  I told you to stop moving. Don’t you understand!? Someone as stupid as you should know what’ll happen if you try to separate from me now. Hah? Well, if you wanna fall, be my guest. Ahh, but it wouldn’t be bad seeing you like a squashed tomato after falling to the ground. Heheh.



Subaru: Hey, what’re you gonna do? *fixes grip on Subaru* Heheh, you should’ve done that from the start. You really are a pesky woman. Oi, cling to me more. Tch, more!



Subaru: That’s it. That’s better. Your neck’s finally close. Heh…Ah? Damn it. Pisses me off seeing that guy’s fang marks. Hah? Don’t play dumb. It’s obvious what I gotta do. *bites and sucks*


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BTS Reaction | you getting turned on in public

request: “BTS reaction to you getting turned on in public!!! 😏”


Kim Seokjin

His eyes would be fixed on you as you licked whip cream from your finger that – of course - accidently got on them from your tub of ice cream. “I know, what you’re trying to do with that.” He would say before leaning in closer to you. “I know how much you need me all the time, but you may have to wait a few hours till we are home again, ok? I’ll repay you for you’re wait.”


Min Yoongi

“You better stop now or I’ll tease you all night.” He said after you intentionally licked over your lips, without thinking about the boys that were still in the same room. You were still at practice along with the other band members, but already craved for his body so badly. The others would look at you, but Yoongi wouldn’t mind and just give you a short smirk and then get back to work. “Look what you started there, baby. I guess someone has to take care of that now.”


Kim Namjoon

Your hand wandered up and down his tights under the table until they came rather close to his crotch. He grabbed your hand and placed it back on your lap before leaning over to you. “What are you intending with this baby girl? If you don’t stop I’ll have to punish you later.” After you responded that you wouldn’t mind he would cut this dinner short and get home with you as soon as possible. “You’re really needy tonight, aren’t you? I love that side of you.”


Jung Hoseok

“When do we go home? I really need you now.” You whispered in his ear. He would turn around and rest his sight on your parted lips. “We should head home then, shouldn’t we?” He would smirk at you and grab your hand and drag you out of the bar to get your problem fixed. “Jagi, you’re really are doing things to me.” 


Park Jimin

He would be split about the situation. On the other hand he would also be turned on as you started teasing him and showing him that you need him now, but also find it a little bit inappropriate in public. “Can you wait a little longer princess? I’ll take good care of you once we’re home alone, ok?” He would gently end your actions and satisfy your needs later on .


Jeon Jungkook

He would be easily turned on as well but find it rather uncomfortable in public. After you start teasing him, while being together with the other band members, by biting your lips and giving him intense looks, he would be pretty pissed and mad at you. “You really want me to suffer, don’t you?” Once you two were alone together he would show you what you did to him.


Kim Taehyung

He would find it thrilling and would want to find a more private place for you to fix your problem. “Maybe we should head to the bathroom then?” He would whisper in your ear before dragging you after him. Inside the bathroom he would push you against the wall after locking the door. “But you have to be quiet for me, honey.”  

Strings // Jeff Atkins

A/N: In which I come out of hibernation @prettieparker86 

Named after: Repetitive dialogue. 


Come over.

You read the text over and over and over again, occasionally glancing at the time on your phone which read 12:42 am.

Booty call.

You tossed your phone back into your nightstand, turning over and shutting your eyes. Your phone vibrated against your desk, as though to mock you. You huffed, ignoring the texts that read

‘Please’

‘I can’t sleep’

You and Jeff had been doing this for a few months now. Fucking whenever, mostly he wanted, and acting as though it didn’t affect your friendship.

You don’t know how it all started really. One day he was on your case about the guy you were going out with, and the next he was on, you.


“He’s an asshole Y/N” Jeff called out, following you up to your room.

“Why the fuck are you so concerned?” You return, annoyed.

Jeff had been complaining about this the entire ride back from school if it weren’t his car you would’ve kicked him out.

“Because he’s going to use you and you’re going to get hurt and I’m going to have to deal with it.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”,  You said throwing down your backpack.

You walked to your closet while Jeff took a seat on your desk chair.

“I’m choosing to ignore that.” He quipped back.

Humming as you walked to your bathroom you closed the door almost shut, just to close off his line of view, you began changing into more comfortable clothes.

“Seriously Y/N? He does this all the time. He fucks girls and then treats them like shit, never speaks to them again!” Jeff called out from his seat, clearly frustrated.

“Stop being so annoying” you muttered under your breath, taking off your shirt.

Jeff rolled his eyes as he overheard you.

“Fine! Don’t call me when he sleeps with you and then stops answering your texts!”

He’s practically yelling now and you know he’s trying his best not to get angry but fuck, honestly Jeff, despite being your best friend, didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

You peeked your head out of the bathroom and into his line of sight.

“Fine then asshole! Did you ever think hey, maybe Y/N just wants to fuck him?”

Jeff’s furrowed eyebrows go from frustrated to pissed.

“You’re fucking joking” he spat out, arms crossing over one another.

You rolled your eyes, throwing on an old sweatshirt Jeff lent you a few years back before walking towards him.

“No! I’m not. I hit him up a few weeks ago! I just want to-”

“No.” Jeff stated, cutting you off. His eyes glaring straight at you.

“What?”

You’d never seen your best friend so, stuck, on one topic. Normally he was the relaxed one, and you were freaking out about him.

“Why, the guy who’s slept with every girl on the soccer team?”

Jeff is standing now. Standing in front of you, arms still crossed in front of him as he waited for your answer.

“Because he’s hot. Because I want to. And because I can.” You mimicked his stance crossing your arms over one another as you continued. “Who the fuck would you prefer? Foley? Dempsey? Mont-”

“Me!” Jeff yelled at you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding against your chest. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“If you just want someone to fuck, why didn’t you ask me?!”

You pushed aside the fact that you’ve had a crush on Jeff for a couple years to answer his question.

“Yeah because that wouldn’t have been awkward at all!” Jeff sighed and you ignored him, proceeding to depict how the conversation would have gone.

“Hey! Jeff, best friend, would you mind fucking me on Saturday?” You paused for a fake response. “Oh no? You have practice Saturday? Does Sunday better work for you?”

Jeff turned around, clearly fed up with this whole act.

“Wait, you think of me as a friend and don’t want to fuck me? Alright, no, yeah, I understand…could you at least eat me out though? Seriously Atkins?”

Jeff turned back to face you.

“Yes seriously! Just cause I think of you as a friend doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you!”

Your jaw dropped a little, and you could hear it in your ears loud and clear. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“I’m not blind Y/N. I’d fuck you in a heartbeat. You’re hot.” He shrugged.

“And-” you proceeded to ask.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, no strings, got it.” He interrupted.

Thump, thump, what? You could feel yourself at a loss for words. What the hell did he mean no strings? He continued before you could muster up enough courage to object.

“Just, whenever either one of us wants some action, we call the other person. And we can still be best friends just like before.”

You looked at him, his hands fell to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Closer than you’d ever been before. Your eyes glanced from his eyes to his lips and you nodded.


The rest is history.

It works, you still do everything you used to. Late night talks in your room about what your future is going to look like, him complaining about a test he needs to pass, and fighting over who gets the aux cord.

It works. Now it just includes, “everything is going to be fine” fingering, “I’m stressed and want it rough” sex, and your favorite, “hold on I want to skip this song” car blowjobs.

What didn’t work though is that you were sleeping with the one person you had feelings for, without being able to have feelings for him.

What didn’t work is how much Jeff wanted you lately. You gave him a handjob in the boy’s bathroom yesterday. He snuck in a quick makeout session just this afternoon before his practice.

Yes. Jeff was the best friend you’ve ever had. He was the best sex you’ve ever had. But he was also the worst heartbreak you’d ever experienced. Unrequited love was not cute.

Your phone buzzed incessantly and you turned picking it up.

“What?” You answered knowing it was him.

“Open your window” he responded.

“Atkins really?”

“Your parents are out of town and I told you I can’t sleep. I texted you I was coming.”

You pulled your phone back from your ear to check. 5 text messages from Jeff Atkins.

You cursed at yourself internally before lifting up your window, watching as Jeff pulled himself up and into your room.

“I had a nightmare.” He mumbled taking off his shirt.

Your eyes scanned over his toned abs, the sweat from his run over to your house and the glow of moonlight, doing numbers on you.

“What happened?” You asked, moving back into your bed, leaving an open spot next to you.

“Same one I always have.” He responded climbing in with you.

They started after the accident. He just kept reliving it in his dreams.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked, shuffling as he got comfortable.

He shook his head and started kissing your neck. His right hand moved under the fabric of your t-shirt, thumb gently rubbing against your skin. He moved his legs in between yours as though to part them as he hovered right next to your ear.

“I just need you right now” he whispered, grinding himself down into you. You whimpered as he kissed your lips. “Is that okay?”

You bit your lip as he thrust against you again. “Cmon baby girl, I need an answer.”

Your eyes closed shut, back arching as he does it again. You can feel him, already semi-hard against your wetness. You moaned out his name softly and he smiled kissing you again.

“Yes or no.” He mumbled, lips parting from yours as he hovered over you.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore”

The words come out of your mouth as a whisper but hit Jeff like a truck. His eyebrows furrowed together as he rolled off of you.

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t think we-”

“No, I heard you” you can hear the bite in his tone of voice. “Just why? Do you have a boyfriend now or?”

You exhaled shaking your head as you got out of bed, moving only to distance yourself from him.

“Fuck,” Jeff muttered to himself. “I mean you could’ve told me when I wasn’t in your bed.”

“I didn’t ask you to come over” you threw back at him.

“Funny, that never seemed to be a problem before.”

His sarcasm ate away at the silence that fell between you two as he moved to the edge of your bed.

“What are we, Jeff?” You blurted out.

He paused before putting his shirt back on before shrugging.

“Friends. We’re best friends.”

“No, Clay is my friend and I’ve never had his dick in my mouth.”

Jeff went into full hover hands mode as he tried to figure out what you were saying.

“Do you want…his dick…in your mouth?” He proposed.

You rolled your eyes not bothering to respond and Jeff sighed, standing up.

“Just tell me what you want Y/N. Talk to me.”

His hands found your waist and you both stood in the middle of your room. Exactly where this whole thing started.

You took a deep breath in trying to figure out if what you were about to say was the right thing to do.

“Talk to me.” He whispered.

“I want strings.”

“Like. Tie you up? Kinky strings? Cause we can just get handc-”

“No! Jeff. Not kinky strings.” You managed to say without laughing. “I want date strings and cuddling strings and wearing your jacket strings and-”

“Girlfriend strings?” Jeff asked quietly.

You nodded avoiding his eyes. His hands on your waist remained the only thing tethering you to each other.

“I thought you didn’t want strings” he mumbled, trying to stay calm in case he misunderstood.

“You were the one who said no strings, Atkins.”

“Yeah, after you started a whole scene by saying, ‘best friend, would you mind fucking me on Saturday’, I thought-”

“It’s okay if you don’t want what I want but I don’t think it’s good, for me, to keep doing this if-” you started rambling. Scared that Jeff was done, with you and with fucking you.

“I want girlfriend strings too,” Jeff said cutting you off. “I have since we started. I just thought. You didn’t.”

“Is that why you’ve been acting so weird this week?” 

“Weird?” he asked. 

“We’ve done more this week than we have this entire month.” 

Jeff chuckled resting his head on your shoulder.

“Sorry, I really fucking like you.” he said, a hint of sarcasm coming through his words. 

“I think you mean, ‘I really like fucking you.’

Jeff laughed nodding. 

“That too.” 

He looked back up at you, a smile pulling at his lips. 

“But yes. Kinky strings, Girlfriend strings. I want it.”

[7]

Kurogane immediately tries to recover his reputation by sounding mad and using angry speech but it has no effect on anyone whatsoever and I’m thrilled to bits. 

THEY KNOW YOU, KUROGANE. THERE IS NO HIDING ANYMORE. 

But I’m endlessly amused that Mokona’s Empathy Radar is so effective that it even hones in on HUNGER. 

I know that feeling. ‘Almost unbearable’ is absolutely correct. 

I will never recover from Mokona’s fountain of hearts while physically attached to the front of Kurogane’s face. 

Never. 

Always

summary: In which Taehyung broke your crystalline heart two months ago, and you come back for answers. You get a bit more than you bargained for.

Word count: 3.9k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: smut

A/N: I am a new account, so please bear with me! I’m trying my best~ Though I am a heavily MX centric blog, I write for many group fandoms; feel free to drop by my ask to request (or just to say hi!)  

He hadn’t noticed that you had entered the room yet. The setting sun’s light spilled into the room, casting an almost crimson sheer across the interior, tinting the air in front of you with brilliant colors. Golden light glinted off of his midnight hair, which fell forward in front of his narrowed eyes as he surveyed the messy spread of paperwork in front of him. A pen dangled loosely from the corner of his mouth, moving slightly as he leaned forward to shuffle through the stack papers. His brow furrowed as he skimmed a particularly dense packet, the Bighit brandname catching your eye at the top of the page. He was the image of perfect serenity and concentration.  The scene was so incredibly him. His jaw tightened as he read, clenching and unclenching, creating that perfect, sculpted angle that your lips had run over countless times, the insidious memory of the taste of his salty sweat on your tongue as he panted your name in your ear, voice dark and raspy, invading your mind. Your chest constricted at the thought and you found yourself suddenly weakening, your legs slightly giving. Your fingers dug into the doorframe, a measly attempt to ground yourself properly. You have to do this, you told yourself. You deserve closure.

“Taehyung.” His name felt foreign on your tongue, the sound crawling out of your throat clumsily. It sliced into the serene air, any perception of peace clattering to the ground. Tears stung your eyes, but you forced them back. You needed to do this.

He stiffened at his desk, recognizing it was you without having to even lift his head. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed with noticeable difficulty. “Y/N,” He whispered, almost inaudibly, and you couldn’t tell if he was saying it to himself or to you. Pain flashed in his eyes as he lifted his head, slowly drinking in your appearance as his gaze traveled up your body. For a second, you swore you saw a flicker of wistfulness (or was it pain?) twisting his features. But the emotions in his eyes were quickly buried behind a mask of ice. “What are you doing here?” His deep voice broke slightly, a fracture in his façade.

So he was in pain too. You hoped it was in the same magnitude that you had felt it. The same pain that you had endured for the past 2 months every single night, as you wondered what you had done wrong. The same excruciating pain that you had muffled with the superficial, dulling haze of alcohol, the same pain you had felt during those long nights where you were completely alone and you swore to yourself that it would get better, that the pain would fade, but it only ever got worse. You hoped it was the same pain. Anger filled your veins, igniting your body into an inferno. “Why’d you do it?” You spat the words out, dripping with poison.

Taehyung didn’t flinch. You hated him in that moment. His head dropped back down to his papers. “What are you talking about?” Ice cold. His words cut deep into you, leaving invisible bone deep lacerations across your body.

“You fucking asshole.” The words sounded wrong coming out of your mouth. You hated cursing, and Taehyung knew that. You stalked over to him, blood roaring in your ears. He stood slowly from his chair, not moving as you approached.

You were less than two feet away from him, the familiar scent of his cologne invading your senses. A searing pain shot through your heart. “Why did you do it?” You repeated, but this time you were unable to maintain the same caliber of acidity and your voice gave slightly. “Why’d you stop talking to me? Why did you reject my calls, ignore my messages? Why couldn’t you have just been a man and told me that you stopped—you stopped loving me?”  You felt your resolve crumbling, heard it in your own broken voice. Taehyung didn’t say anything, and that only further exacerbated the crushing feeling in your chest. “I hate you.” You declared, slamming a fist against his chest. “I hate you.” Again, with the other hand. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” It was a mantra, and you slammed your small fists into his hard chest as you repeated it over and over, hoping it would mend the broken shards in your body. It was anger in your body once more, burning dangerously hot. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate y-”

Taehyung caught your fist, his larger hand easily dominating yours and halting its motion. “Stop,” he whispered, his voice strained. He took a step forward, forcing you backwards, and kept on doing so until your back pushed against the cool surface of the plaster wall, your arm pinned above you with his chest mere inches from yours. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He hissed , eyes dark.

You couldn’t breathe, not with him so close to you, not with his full lips so near your own. His head dropped down, face than 6 inches from yours, and he used his free hand to tilt your head back so your eyes met his. Dark and gorgeous. His jaw was clenched, neck muscle tense.

“I hate you,” you repeated, your voice hollow. Yet you were unable to stop yourself from closing the distance, unable to stop your lips from pushing against his. He stiffened momentarily in shock, his breath catching in his throat as your soft, gentle, familiar mouth caught his. Taehyung moaned lowly against your lips as he gave into you, sending pleasant vibrations through your body. His lips, soft and pillowy but also rough in their own way, worked against yours intensely, and he pushed even closer, his hard body flush against yours. His free hand slipped underneath your blouse, grazing the sensitive spot on your hip that he knew to be your weakness after spending countless nights like this with you. Your legs gave at the touch and he shoved his thigh between your legs as he felt your legs weaken, holding you up as you melted into him. The fist that he kept pinned above you fell open and he intertwined his fingers with yours, still keeping it pinned against the cold wall. Your eyes drifted shut as you immersed yourself in him, waves of nostalgia and desire coursing through your body as fireworks burst behind your eyelids. A light moan slipped out of your lips as his thigh between your legs grazed your apex, your free hand sliding up from his tight stomach to dig into his full hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling.

You broke from the kiss, gasping for air. Taehyung’s head hung above you, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling with heavy, aroused breaths. You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed slowly,  his head falling down into the crook of your neck. Hot breath spilled across the sensitive skin there, goosebumps erupting along the surface. “Y/N,” he murmured, so softly that you almost thought you imagined it. His soft lips were at your throat and your eyes fluttered shut, your head falling back against the wall. You needed him. His lips ghosted the delicate skin along your throat, slowly drifting down to your collarbone, then slowly down your chest, unbuttoning your blouse as he went. Everywhere he touched became alight with heat and fire, a direct contrast to the cool air hitting your newly exposed skin. Then he was pulling your skirt off your body, ripping the delicate fabric in half, exposing your legs to the light in the room. You had chosen to not wear underwear. Taehyung groaned lowly at the sight. “Fuck.” He muttered, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. He stood suddenly, pinning you against the wall once more, his muscular thigh wedged between yours. You were growing impatient, pure desire and need threading its way through your veins and you grinded desperately against his thigh, hoping for some sort of contact to ease the intensity of the flames burning you from inside. You could feel him pressing against you and you knew he wanted this just as much as you did. His arms caged you in from both sides of your head, so it seemed there wasn’t nearly enough room in the office for the two of you. His scent was all around you, filling your lungs, your head. You were going to go crazy. He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, dark and dangerous, and full of lust.

Taehyung kissed you this time. His hands slid under your shirt, along your waist. His fingertips brushed against your weak points, lips worked furiously against yours, saying all that had been unspoken for the last two months. Light moans fell uncontrollably from your mouth as his lips moved from your lips to your jawline, tracing along the creamy skin, and then drifting down your neck, pearl white teeth flashing and nipping at your throat.

Small gasps of pleasure escaped your mouth as your fingers worked quickly at his belt buckle, moving gracefully and quickly in a familiar pattern they had performed many times before. He shrugged off his pants quickly, pulling away from you briefly to kick them off. The skin where his heat had just been felt unnaturally and uncomfortably cold. The heat in you was becoming almost unbearable, and you had never been the patient type. His black tie hung teasingly in your sight, tight around his sensitive throat. You grabbed him by it and yanked him close, your teeth grazing his ear. “I need you. Right now.”

Taehyung groaned throatily in response. “I’m really going to go crazy,” he said in his slow, tantalizing drawl that had captivated you so long ago, encasing you in warmth. His long fingers wrapped around your thin panties, ripping them off with ease. “You’re so wet.”  It fell out of his lips in a sigh. Without warning, he slammed three fingers into you at once, eliciting a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure that curled from your throat. Your fingers entwined themselves into his hair, grabbing it by the fistful as heat rushed downwards. He slid his fingers out slowly, tortuously slowly, his fingers coated in your juices, before slamming them back into you again. He repeated it slowly, drinking in the sight of you coming undone around his fingers. You couldn’t bear the intensity; the coil in the pit of your stomach wasn’t satiated. “Faster,” you panted in his ear, “please.” With that, he pounded his fingers in and out of you, fingers scissoring as they entered you again and again, pushing you closer and closer to your high. Screams escaped your mouth as his pace became almost unbearable, stars appearing in your vision. Taehyung’s long fingers slid in and out of you with ease, filling you deeply, slamming into you at an unthinkable speed, but it wasn’t enough, you needed him inside of you. “Taehyung,” you managed weakly between gasps. “I need…I need you to fuck me. Please.” You had never begged for him like this, not in the years you had been together. But now was different. You needed him on a wholly different level of lust and desire. “Please. Fuck me.”

It visibly caught him off guard, his jaw clenching as he took in your words. “You have a dirty mouth,” he managed, thickly. You were lifted into the air with ease by your waist, and then you were slammed down onto the entirety of his thick length. He took the fingers that had been inside of you and placed them in your mouth, effectively muffling the raw sounds of pleasure that rocked out of you as your body struggled to take in his entire length at once. He gave you no time to adjust, despite the fact that you hadn’t been spread open this wide for two months, and a shard of pain mixed with the abyss of pleasure you felt you were drowning in. Your legs wrapped around his back, attempting to push him deeper, but he refused to move. Not even an inch. You felt the sensation of being completely filled by his long cock, but you needed more, and he still hadn’t even moved. You whined impatiently, struggling to wriggle your hips for some friction.

Taehyung slid slowly out of you, marveling at how quickly you had coated him, pulling out until it was almost at the tip, before slamming back into you once more and eliciting a cry of pleasure from your throat. He watched the conjunction between your bodies, feeling as if he’d go insane from the feeling of you tightening desperately around him, your body trying to milk out a reaction from him. You were driving him crazy, and it was all he could do to not lose himself completely in the ethereal beauty that was you.

“Fuck me,” you had said, and it was all he could do to not lose himself right then and there. He buried himself into you once more, hilt deep, and then he could no longer hold himself back. He pounded relentlessly into you, your lips forced to spread wide to take in his entirety again and again as he slammed himself into you, almost animalistically. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, Taehyung’s low groans vibrating in your ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured as he sank himself deep into you, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself down to the hilt. You dug your heels into the small of his back, forcing him impossibly deeper into you and drawing out a deep groan from him as he fucked you against the wall. Your back rubbed against the wall each time he thrusted into you, adding an edge of pain that only served to amplify your pleasure. When your lips found their way to his sculpted jawline, suckling gently on the spot that you knew made him weak, Taehyung slammed his hand into the wall behind your head. His head bowed and a low growl emitting from his throat. “Y/N,” he managed, his voice breaking. “Oh god, Y/N.” Your name fell from his lips like a prayer. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened even more and you found yourself teetering at the edge as he rutted into you.

“Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!” You cried out as he pounded impossibly faster, moving almost inhumanely quickly. It was a crescendo of sensations, blood roaring in your ears as you approached your high, fingernails digging deep into muscular shoulders, back arching impossibly far, mouth falling open in increasingly loud moans and gasps. A scream ripped out from your chest as he slammed into once more, the coil in your stomach unraveling at a ground shattering magnitude. It was as if you had hit a wall of pleasure; it crashed over you in waves, overwhelming all your other senses as pure euphoria filled your used body, your toes curling and your breasts pressed flush against his chest as you came violently over him. The feeling of you coming completely and utterly undone around him almost made him lose himself, but he stubbornly held on. He continued to thrust shallowly to allow you to ride out your orgasm. Your walls desperately attempted to milk out his orgasm, but he wasn’t finished yet, pulling out as you drifted down from your high.

Taehyung walked you over to his desk and bent you over it, ripping off the black tie that had loosened while he was fucking you and using it to bind your hands behind your back so you couldn’t touch him or yourself. You barely registered the feeling of the cool silk tightening around your wrists as he bent you over the desk, still not completely recovered from your first orgasm. This time, he slid himself into you slowly, giving you a second to adjust as he allowed himself to give in to you.

“You feel so good,” you murmured. You pushed your hips back, forcing him deeper into you and eliciting a dark groan of pleasure for him. “Please.”

Taehyung started again, thrusting slowly, pulling out before burying himself down to the hilt. He leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear and he nibbled it gently as he fucked you, sending shivers shooting down your spine. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips like a mantra, the taste of your sweet skin on his tongue and your name in soft pants by your ear. His noises were guttural, the sounds coming from this throat deep and husky. His thrusts were gentler this time, but somehow the pleasure had increased tenfold, igniting each cell in your body once more. He built his speed slowly, gradually increasing until each of his thrusts shook the table and you shifted slightly so that you didn’t lose your balance. “Fuck,” he murmured again as you let out a mewl of desire, and then he rammed himself into you once, hard, and you gasped aloud. He smirked to himself, leaning to grab on edge of the desk to give him more leverage as he pistoned into you.  

The new angle hit deeper into you, euphoria once again thundering through your veins. “So good,” you managed to whimper through the pleasure.

Taehyung wasn’t satisfied, though, and he yanked the tie bondage back, forcing your back to arch a certain way and granting him access to your g-spot. When he rammed into it, black spots of pleasure danced in your vision. The sensation was wholly different from anything you’d felt before and you were unable to suppress a cry of pure pleasure as he did it again. Taehyung smiled at the sound you made, though you couldn’t see him. He continued to pound into you, hitting that spot again and again, pleasure building up in you as your moans became more and more desperate. “Say my name,” he groaned into your ear.

“I hate you,” you responded, despite the fact that you were teetering dangerously on the edge once again, pure euphoric pleasure about to erupt. His teeth scraped along your shoulder blades, chills erupting in icy flames where he touched. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” Taehyung only fucked you harder, and then you were falling, white clouding your vision as pleasure exploded in your center and weaved its way throughout your entire body, your body to writhing underneath him.

“Taehyung.”  You gasped his name as the pleasure overcame all your other senses. Your second orgasm was much stronger than your first, your body quaking uncontrollably in response to his.

He pulled out, untied your hands with a quick tug, and turned you around in a quick movement, skillfully picking you up once more and slamming you back down on him so that you were in the same position you began in, you chest pressed flush against his. “Taehyung.” You sighed his name into his ear once more, breathy and barely audible, but from the way his hips stuttered, the way his breath caught in his throat, you knew it was enough. He came with a shuddering groan and his head fell down to the crook of your neck, sweaty forehead pressed against the sensitive skin as his groaned your name into your collarbone. The sound of his shallow pants filled your ears. “Y/N,” he whispered as his hot seed spilt into you, burning. You ran your fingers through his soft hair soothingly as he thrusted shallowly into you to ride out his orgasm and he bit your shoulder as he finished.

The room was silent except for the sound of your combined heavy breaths, the room filled with the smell of sex and the feeling of Taehyung’s warmth radiating around you. He set you down on the table, still inside you, head still in the crook of your neck.

You felt the beginning prickles of regret slither into the crevices of your mind. How could you have done this? How could you have let yourself be hurt by him, again? Suddenly, you felt cold, like ice. Swallowing, you weakly lifted your hand and pressed it flush against his chest, trying to ignore the pounding heat under his skin, trying to ignore how it pulled you in like a magnet. You squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to apply pressure, beginning to push him off. Taehyung’s hand  shot upwards, catching your arm by the wrist gently.

“Wait…just…" He swallowed with difficulty, closing his eyes. “Wait a minute.”

Your hand tangled back into his midnight black hair, stroking gently as he leaned against you. "Ok,” you said.

After what seemed like eternity but couldn’t be long enough, he pulled out. You felt hollow without him.

After the two of you redressed in silence, you walked over to the wall, turning and sliding your back down against it until you were sitting on the ground. You drew your knees to your chest, feeling cold now that you didn’t have his burning skin against yours. After a moment, Taehyung walked over next to you and slid down as well, his shoulder bumping yours.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, after a moment of silence. “I couldn’t keep watching you bury your pain and disappointment for me. How you lost any and all semblance of privacy, how you were constantly attacked by sasaeng fans, how you had to turn your back on your life before me, with no reward. I couldn’t even see you often, but every time I did you were hurting.” He swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

You turned your head to look at him in surprise. His head fell back against the wall, exposing his neck, his eyes closed. “You idiot,” you breathed, in utter disbelief. “You were the best thing I had, Taehyung. I was never hurting when I was with you. I only hated to see you so exhausted and worried for me.” You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. He squeezed back lightly. You continued, speed picking up. “I love you. Regardless of failure or success, I will always love you. What I’ve endured, I’ve done it willingly, without any regrets. I’ve done it because I love you. Don’t internalize everything to protect me, Tae. I don’t need to be protected.”

Taehyung’s head fell to his chest. “I love you.” He rubbed the top of your hand with the pad of this thumb. “I missed you…so much. I hope—I hope that you can still take me back after what I did. I love you, Y/N.”

You tilted your head so that it fell onto his shoulder, staring at your intertwined fingers. “Always.”

For many decades, my father used to walk across town to do his food shopping on Second Avenue. He often shopped at a Gristede’s around the corner from Miss Hepburn’s town house on East 49th Street.

One day he suddenly came face to face with Miss Hepburn, who was also picking up groceries. He acknowledged her with a nod, and she responded in kind. He began thinking of her as a neighbor.

In 1983, my senior year at Bryn Mawr, Miss Hepburn’s alma mater, I was frustrated and was doing poorly, and at Christmas break, I decided to quit. I had the romantic notion of running away to Scotland to write screenplays. My father was frantic. My mother had died two years before, leaving him with all the responsibility for his headstrong daughter.

He knew that Miss Hepburn had gone through her own struggles at Bryn Mawr, so he wrote her a letter asking her to intervene. “She’s a great admirer of yours, and perhaps she’ll listen to you,” he wrote. On the way to the grocery store, he dropped the letter in her mail slot.

At 7:30 the next morning, the phone woke me up. I answered it and heard that famous voice, crackling with command. “Is this the young woman who wants to quit Bryn Mawr?” I said it was. “What a damn stupid thing to do!” she snapped. She went on to give me a lively lecture, the gist of which was that I had to finish my studies and get my degree, and after that I could do what I wanted to do. There was no arguing with her imperiousness. Then she said she wanted to meet us for tea.

The day of our appointment was gray and wintry. Walking the long blocks to Turtle Bay, my father and I didn’t speak much. It felt as if we were about to meet the Queen.

Miss Hepburn greeted us warmly. With casual hauteur, she provided us with tea and some of her famous brownies. Though she was in her 70’s, she had a youthful look, enhanced by her girlish clothes: a turtleneck, a black cardigan and shabby khaki-green pants.

We talked about many things, including Bryn Mawr. She said that she was miserable there and still had nightmares about it, but she was glad she went. At the end of the afternoon she told me, in a rather grim tone, “You’re smart.” It was a compliment, but also an admonition not to be foolish in the future.

My father was invited to visit her a few times after that. Once, he had heard that she was recovering from a serious car accident, and he stopped by to drop off a package of homemade brownies and a get-well note. To his surprise, he was ushered in and invited into her boudoir, where she greeted him in her nightgown. She sampled his brownies.

“Too much flour!” she declared. She then rattled off her own recipe, which he hastily wrote down. “And don’t overbake them! They should be moist, not cakey!”

I’ll always be grateful to Miss Hepburn for making me stick it out at Bryn Mawr and for giving me these rules to live by: 1. Never quit. 2. Be yourself. 3. Don’t put too much flour in your brownies.

“Cas, it’s bad. She’s—She’s just dying in there and I can’t do anything to help her. We should’ve never let that bastard stay with her to protect her. What was I thinking?” Dean knew he was rambling. He had to air out what has been rattling around in his brain for the past few hours and he sure as hell couldn’t stand there and watch Claire like that. Cas needed to know.

“This guy has never seen a day out of the Queen’s castle and I left Claire in his hands? I don’t trust him; Sam doesn’t trust him, and I know you sure as hell wouldn’t even have let me leave Claire alone like that. And now…” He paused, his voice sharp as he stared out to the bleak night. “Now she might be gone for good and it’ll be my fault. Jody doesn’t even know where she is and I’ll have to tell her another child died because of us.

“She’s family, Cas. She’s part of our family, and she’s fighting like a Winchester to get cured of this. I know you and her aren’t actually related, but man does she remind me of you sometimes,” his tone is a little lighter now, remembering long lost memories of when the world wasn’t as chaotic as it is now. “She would have loved to see you, man. Hell, it’s been days since we’ve seen you, too, and I—“

“We’re sorry, but the voice message box has now been filled. Thank you for calling,” an automated voice cut Dean off, reality once again returning tenfold. It’s been that way for a while now, Dean calling Castiel’s voicemail and leaving a message that is too long. Of all times, now it decides to fill up just when this message was the most important.

Dean’s eyes sting. He knew the message was over, but the phone remained in attached to his ear. “and I need you right now. Claire needs you. Just… just be okay and come back to m—her.”

“Dean,” Sam’s voice came from the room. It didn’t sound good.

Dean placed his phone in his pocket and took a deep breath before returning to the room.

Meanwhile in Heaven, Castiel fights with every last angel to get back to Earth. His family needs him.

Being “fake” (that’s such a cringey term. Can’t we come up with anything better?) doesn’t mean being nice to someone you don’t like. That’s called common courtesy.

Being “fake” (ugh) is treating someone as though you have a relationship that you don’t really want with them. It’s greeting them with a, “I’ve been thinking about you! When can we get together?” and then immediately complaining about them to someone else. It’s leading someone on. If you don’t want to be friends with someone, that’s fine. You can still be nice. But don’t act like you want a relationship with that person. All you’re going to do is hurt them.

3

Shou was raised around kind of a ‘simple but stylish’ ideal; when he got a piercing he only got one, and he only got enough studs to always have an appropriate one (silver, gold, diamond, and his birthstone - turquoise).

It started with just the occasional broken pair, but by now Shou probably has like, 35 different earrings from Teru pinned to a banner in his room. Wears a different one every day.

Sometimes Teru buys pairs just so they can match.

Welcome to the South side

Originally posted by thebugheadfanatic

A/N: THERE ARE SPOILERS FROM THE SEASON FINALE.

THIS IS NSFW.

The murder of Jason Blossom had just been solved, it was his dad. Clifford Blossom.

Jughead’s dad was incarcerated for a murder he did not commit.

And Juggy, well he had just followed in his father’s footsteps and became a Southside Serpent.

I was currently sitting on FP’s couch as I awaited Jughead to return from talking to some of the Southside Serpents. I was torn away from my thoughts at the sound of the front door opening and closing.

“Hello, baby,” I turned to see Jughead leaning against the kitchen island.

“Hey,” I said as I stood up and walked over to him. Jughead smiled at me as he bent over and picked me up, I squealed and wrapped my legs around his waist. Jug moved his lips to my neck while he sucked and licked my neck.

“Jug…” I moaned. Jughead chuckled while he started walking us to the counter. I gripped his jacket, the leather scrunching between my fingers. Jughead pulled away from my neck as he pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back, our lips collided in a rough and wet embrace. I began to push at Jug’s jacket as he slid it down his shoulders and onto the floor.

Jughead moved his hands from my waist to under my shirt before pulling it off. I pulled away from Jug while I began to whisper into his ear.

“Fuck going slow, I need you now,” I said as I heard Jughead take a sharp intake of breath. Jug lifted me off the counter as he walked down the hall to what used to be his dad’s bedroom. Jug walked in while he carried me in his arms, my legs offering support by staying wrapped around his waist. Jug kissed me one last time before pulling away with a smirk as he threw me onto the bed.

I sat up on my elbows, Jug stared at me with lust in his eyes. I lifted my hand as I motioned for Jughead to come towards me. Jughead got on his knees and he began crawling up the bed; he reconnected our lips as he laid his hand on my thigh before spreading my legs and laying in between them. Jug began to tug down my shorts, I lifted my hips while he pulled them the rest of the way down my legs before throwing them behind him. I reached between us as I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Jug took the hint while he sat up and pulled his shirt all the off.

“Mmm, Juggy.” I began as I reached up and pulled him down to me, my lips brushed passed his while I spoke. “Take me,” Jug smirked, he sat up and began to undo his belt.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I sat up and finished unbuttoning his pants before pushing them all the way down his legs. I reached towards his dad’s nightstand and pulled open to drawer, I reached in until I hauled out a condom between my two fingers.

“FP always come prepared,” I said with a giggle. Jughead rolled his eyes at me before taking the condom from me and tearing the foil with his teeth. “Let me,” I said as I took the condom from his hands and began putting it on him. I moved from underneath him and stood up, Jug looked at me with a confused look, he began to speak.

“What are you doing?” He said while he got off the bed and stood up as well. I smirked at him before dropping to my knees and taking his now hardened cock between my lips. I began bobbing my head back and forth making the condom roll down his cock, further each time. Jughead moaned, he took my hair in his hands before pulling it into a ponytail.

“Fu-fuck (Y/N) …” Jug moaned before pulling his cock away from my lips and pulling me to my feet. “I don’t want to come just yet,” Jughead said with a smirk as I giggled. Jughead went to push me down onto the bed but before he could I flipped us over so it was him that landed on the bed.

“Not tonight, Juggy,” I began, he gave me an bewildered look. “I’m going to be the dominate one tonight. All you have to do it sit back and relax,” Jug smiled at my sudden rush of confidence. Jughead sat himself up on the bed so his back was pressed the headboard. I crawled up his lap before situating myself onto his lap, I pressed to his swollen red lips before going back to his lap. I took a hold of his cock as I ran it in between my folds.

“F-fuck, (Y/N)… Don’t tease, baby,” I giggled at Jug’s half-hearted moan and I ran his cock between my folds one last time before sinking down on him. I sat still for a moment as I let myself adjust to him, Jug let out a little grunt as I began to move up and down. Jughead moved his hands onto my hips while he begun to move me up and down on his thick cock.

“Oh Juggy,” I moaned as he began to lift his hips to meet mine. Soon enough, Jughead was pounding into me relentlessly it made the headboard bang against the wall. “Fuck Jug!” I screamed out as he went harder and deeper with each thrust. “FUCK JUGGY I’M CLOSE!” I screamed out. Jug flipped us over and lifted my leg over his shoulder and slipped his hand between us before laying it on my clit while rubbing figure eights. I felt my climax hit it’s peak as I moaned out Jughead’s name. “Ju-Jughead… F-fuck… I’m going to c-com…” I moaned out as I felt my release. Jug’s thrusts became sloppier, until he thrusted in one hard and final time. Jughead pulled out laid next to me as I laid my head onto his chest.

“Sorry, I took over at the end. I know you were trying to be dominate,” I smiled up at my boyfriend as I spoke.

“It’s okay, Congrats on becoming a Southside Serpent,” I said with a smile. Jughead chuckled as he pulled my chin up to look at him.

“Thank you for sticking by me,” He said as he pressed a kiss to my lips.

“Always,” I said as we pulled away with a smile.

Sex the First Night Home From Tour

•The way his face lights up when he sees you at the airport after being apart for months on end
•Shawn stroking the inside of your thigh as you drive him home
•Him carrying you up to the bedroom the second you get inside
•"What about your luggage?“
•"I’ll unpack tomorrow”
•His lips connecting to yours the second he lays you down on the bed
•The kiss starting off slow, then increasing in passion with each second
•His warm, honey tinted eyes turning dark when you take your shirt off
•Him sparing no time in removing your bra, leaving kisses all across your chest
•The compliments he gives you after every single kiss
•"You’re so beautiful darling….so fucking beautiful"
•How quickly he takes off his shirt and pants, the large tent in his boxers clearly showing just how much he missed you
•Him taking off your pants and underwear, cutting straight to the point as he lays between your legs
•Not bothering to tease you like he normally loves to do, because god did he miss you more than anything
•The shivers that spread throughout your body when his lips attach to your core, reminding you of how good Shawn always makes you feel
•"I forgot how good you taste baby"
•The moan that leaves his lips when you say his name, because he missed hearing you moan his name repeatedly
•Him denying you of your first orgasm because he can’t wait any longer
•The groan that he releases when you stroke his rock hard length
•"Don’t tease me darling, I need you now"
•The sweet nothings he whispers into your ear as he begins slowly thrusting in and out of you
•"I love you so much baby"
•"I missed you like crazy"
•"Fuck, I missed how good you feel"
•The whimpers and faint moans that leave his lips as he gets closer to the edge
•Running your fingers through his curls and gripping them tightly as you reach your peak
•Shawn continuously asking if you’re close, because he can’t wait any longer. He’s been impatiently waiting for this day for months
•The long, tender kiss he gives you as you both ride out the waves of your orgasms, muffling each of your moans
•Him pulling you tight against his chest after you’re both finished
•The soft kiss he places on your forehead as you both begin to fall asleep
•"I missed you so much darling"

now listen to me young man, i am talking directly into your ear now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go to gamestop, and i need you to ask the bastard working the counter if they have sonic adventure 2 battle on the gamecube. if you come back empty handed youll be in big trouble mister. you will never see the light of day.

(x)

Welcome Home

Inspired by this ask sent to @xreader and thank you to my lovely beta reader, @raven-impulse for all the help!

Overwatch Masterlist


Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x Reader
Summary: Gabe comes home from a long mission and can’t wait until the two of you are alone.
Warnings: NSFW


It was the monthly movie night with you and the Overwatch crew and it was Reinhardt’s turn to pick the movie. He picked some sort of German classic. You knew it wasn’t going to be your favourite but the point was the spend time with everyone, off mission. Gabe was due back any moment now from a two week Blackwatch mission and you couldn’t wait to see him again. You missed him so much when he was gone. Having someone to talk to all the time, waking up beside him and feeling his warm body wrap around you, morning kisses and much more.

You sit down on a large sofa chair and settle down before throwing your blanket overtop of your body. Just as you get comfy and the movie is about to start, Gabe and Jesse walk in. Your face lights up with excitement and you immediately jump out of the chair, rushing to his side.

Gabe’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you close before he gives you a long kiss.

“Welcome home,” you smile up at him.

“It’s good to be home,” he gives your forehead a quick kiss before you lead him over to the chair you were sitting in.

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