i will smack your face off your face

Cordially, Jimin

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: R (mentions of sex)

Word Count: 6,121

Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence.  (fluff + humor)

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

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Don’t Like You Today

Jerome x Reader

Requested by @secretlyshamelesspersona

“So… Barb says you don’t like me today.” Jerome hummed as he hopped into a seat opposite you. “Oh, come on Doll don’t ignore me!”

“But I don’t like you!” You pouted and slipped your hands onto the table making him break out into a fit of laughter, which ended as he sucked in a big breath.

“Fine but you better not talk to anyone else.” He snapped. “I don’t like you either.”

“I don’t care, I hate you.” You turned your chair away from Jerome who watched you like a cat about to pounce and hopped across the table so he could sit in front of you.

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it’s always sunny in philadelphia sentence starters!

❝ Could we not base our decisions on what does and doesn’t happen in episodes of Scooby-Doo? ❞
❝ Look at me, psychological damage up to here! ❞
❝ I have contained my rage for as long as possible, but I shall unleash my fury upon you like the crashing of a thousand waves! ❞
❝ Am I gay for God? You betcha. ❞
❝ Be gone, vile man! Be gone from me! ❞
❝ Well first of all, through God all things are possible, so jot that down. ❞
❝ Yeah, but we didn’t come here to play with  stray dogs and trash, man. ❞
❝ Oh, get a job? Just get a job? Why don’t I strap on my job helmet and squeeze into a job cannon and fire off into job land where jobs grow on jobbies?! ❞
❝ I’m eating because I’m very uncomfortable. ❞
❝ I’m gonna have a really hard time if we’re both cannibals and racists. ❞
❝ I dropped my monster condom that I use for my magnum dong. ❞
❝ Everybody’s dying, bitch. Let’s get you some fruit. ❞
❝ When I’m dead, just throw me in the trash. ❞
❝ I will smack your face off of your face! ❞
❝ Take care of yourself… or whatever people say. ❞
❝ We all have cats we’d like to be playing with right now. ❞
❝ I will eat your babies, bitch! ❞
❝ I’m relaxing, I’m getting blackout drunk, and you’re leaving me alone. ❞
❝ Later, boners! ❞
❝ Do not call these shorts white trash! ❞
❝ If some old boner gives me attitude, I’m gonna spit in his face. ❞
❝ I eat stickers all the time, dude! ❞
❝ I’ve got the stride of a gazelle. A beautiful, beautiful gazelle person. ❞
❝ You know, you light one bitch on fire and everyone freaks out! ❞
❝ Cats do not abide by the laws of nature, you don’t know shit about cats. ❞
❝ If you don’t have car insurance, you better have dental, because I am going to smash your teeth into dust! ❞
❝ I can go from flaccid to erect in a moment’s notice. ❞
❝ I mean, trees? Everywhere trees?! What the hell is this place? ❞
❝ I’ll tell you what’s not cool: crashing my car into a building, exploding a grenade inside of it, and then convincing your friends and family that you’re dead! ❞
❝ Oh my God! She just ate an entire sleeve of Chips Ahoy! ❞
❝ Hello fellow American, this you should vote me. I leave power. Good. Thank you, thank you. If you vote me, I’m hot. Taxes, they’ll be lower… son. The democratic vote is the right thing to do, so do. ❞
❝ I stepped in front of a bus and it missed me. I can’t even get a bus to hit on me. ❞
❝ I’m having feelings again, like some kind of fourteen year old kid or something. ❞
❝ I don’t think these dogs have masters, I think they play by their own rules. ❞
❝ I have a bleached asshole! ❞
❝ With real power comes real responsibility and I don’t want to do any of that shit. I just want the money… and the illusion of power. ❞

Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

Originally posted by stilinski-martin

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”


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Title: A Matter of Opinion

Word Count: 6660

Summary: Harry and Draco have been together for over a decade with a life of happiness and memories to look back upon, but when one story in the Prophet questions their relationship, Draco finds the insecurity it weaves threatening to destroy everything they’ve built.

A/N: Much love and thanks to @sprout2012 & @drarrysgirl who always answer my inane questions at all hours about Britishisms and to @justanotherdrarryblog & @sprout2012 for giving it a read through and helping me with my own worries over it.

I also feels like it bares mentioning this is a little different than what I usually write and more angsty…but I promise it ends ok.

Draco smiles to himself as he moves around the kitchen quietly.  The early morning light is just beginning to filter through the kitchen window, casting an almost eerie glow upon the room.  Draco finds it comforting somehow.  He’s always been an early riser, preferring to wake before the sun is up.  He doesn’t know why but he gets a lot of satisfaction in watching the sun come up over the horizon.

With a flick of his wand the kettle begins to boil as he goes about making two cups of tea.  He does it almost on auto-pilot, so used to their morning routine he doesn’t even need to think as he takes down the glass jar of his favorite loose leaf earl grey before grabbing the dingy paper box of Tetley tea bags next to it that Harry insists on drinking despite all of Draco’s attempts at more exposure to a proper cup of tea over the years.  There was a time he would’ve sneered at having to make such a common cup of tea, but now he finds himself smiling with fondness as he drops the tea bag into the cup before pouring in the boiling water.

When Harry stumbles into the kitchen a few minutes later Draco already has his tea on the table and his crumpets toasting.  He hands the Prophet to Harry wordlessly, dropping a quick kiss to the top of his head as he moves to take the seat opposite.  He knows better than to talk to Harry this early, at least not before Harry has basically inhaled his overly sweet cup of too strong tea.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Harry grumbles, throwing the paper down and rubbing his face with his hands.  "S'too early for that rubbish.“  He pushes the paper across the table at Draco as he butters his crumpet.

Draco doesn’t usually read the Prophet.  He gave it up years ago when he and Harry had first started dating.  He had finally gotten so sick of the ludicrous stories published about them which had ranged from ridiculous guesses at what they did on dates (or after dates), to slanderous articles about every one of Draco’s most shameful moments until he’d finally reached his breaking point and stopped reading the papers at all.  Besides, Harry likes to remind him that it is his duty as an Auror to stay on top of current news and events so he always tells Draco anything relevant he needs to know anyway.  

"What’s got you so grumpy?” Draco asks with a laugh, finding the frown on Harry’s face more endearing than should be allowed for someone who rather looks a bit like he might punch the next person who talks to him.  He thinks he must be deranged for finding the other man’s generally horrible morning disposition and atrocious bed hair adorable.

“It’s that god awful fundraiser.”

Draco raises an eyebrow as he picks up the Prophet out of morbid curiosity.  A sliver of surprise goes through him at the massive photo of Harry covering the entire front page of the paper.  The photographer managed to get a good shot from Harry’s Auror training session last week; his eyes are ablaze with determination and power.   The Harry in the photo shoots off a string of defensive spells in rapid succession before turning to mock glare at whoever is taking the photo before cracking a rare smile.  Draco thinks whichever photographer managed to get that shot must’ve wet themselves with excitement.  

“I’m not sure what’s so bad about this.  I’d take you home and fuck you.”
His words make Harry crack a smile from behind his cup of tea as he wandlessly sends a tea towel flying across the room to smack Draco square in the face.

“Oi, Potter.  I thought we agreed you weren’t to use wandless magic on me."  Draco pulls the towel off his face and chucks it back at Harry.

"That’s not what you said last week when I had my tongue up your arse and-”

“Hush you.  Besides I really don’t see whats so bad about this.  You knew they were going to use your photo for the fundraiser.  Robards told you so just last week.”

“Yes, well no one said it was going to cover the entire front page of the Prophet.  No one wants to see a photo of me that big first thing in the morning.”

Draco rolls his eyes but manages to refrain from stating the obvious; that he’s quite positive that at least half of the Wizarding population would probably give their first born child to see Harry first thing in the morning.  He knows even all these years later that Harry is still incredibly uncomfortable with the fascination the Wizarding World still seems to have with him, which somehow seems to magnify as the years pass instead of subside.

“Fuck, is it almost six thirty already?  I’m gonna be late!” Harry suddenly yells, snatching his last crumpet off the table before pressing a hurried kiss to Draco’s lips.  

Draco licks his lips in appreciation tasting the sweet and savory mix of jam and butter as Harry apparates out of the kitchen with a resounding crack.  Draco is about to set the Prophet down when a small headline catches his eyes at the very bottom of the paper.


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Damsel in Distress

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 

Word Count: 946 (I am so sorry that this is so short!!)

Warnings: language, I really think that’s about it lol 

Author’s Notes: This is for @katymacsupernatural Wish Upon a Star Challenge! My prompt was “I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.” I am super fucking late in getting this out and I deeply apologize Katy!! I hope you like it even though I’m a loser who’s late lol 

Also big thanks to @supernatural-jackles for being my beta and cheerleader, this wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for her. 

***Feedback is greatly appreciated***

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Part III)

I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed

I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head

Zach told you on your first anniversary. Your first time just happened and Zach could almost smile and die happily knowing that he had the honour of being the first (and probably last) guy to become that intimate with you. God really was not dead.

He asked permission from his mom, who loved you the moment she saw you placing a flower crown you created on her daughter’s head, to use their lake house at the edge of the town for your anniversary and she nearly threw the damn thing at him.

So there he was with a tray full of pancakes, strawberries, and coffee he made for you and there you were, sprawled out on the white king-sized bed with only the large blanket covering your otherwise naked figure.

“Good morning, honey-bunch.” You laughed at another cheesy endearment Zach spat. This was a little game between you and him: to out-cheese each other in terms of endearments.

You sat up, stopping yourself from flinching when you sat wrong and could feel the soreness in between your legs. Goddamn that boy was not small.

“Good morning to you too, sweetie pie.”

Zach shook his head, his smile not falling off his face as he placed the tray in front of you and gave you a good morning peck despite your protest. He moved away slightly as you ran your hands in his hair, trying to subdue his stubborn fringe from falling off his face.

“You still like me right?” you joked.

“No actually, I’m just using you for your body.” He said as he cheekily tried to pull down the blanket that you covered over your chest down.

“Zachary!” You smacked his arms making him laugh.

“Trust me babe, nothing I haven’t seen befo—“ he was cut off by the pillow you threw in his face.

“Another three points for the great (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! AND THE CROWD GOES WILD! AAAAAH! AAAAAH!” You mocked. But you knew your mistake when the pillow fell off his face and he had that glint in his eyes. Oh no.

“Zach! No! Stooop!” You tried to get away from him but it was prove fruitless when his other hand pinned you right where he wanted you.

“Tell me I’m the best boyfriend ever.” He said, not showing any signs of stopping.


“I know.” He said, stealing another kiss from you but still not removing his arms around you.

“You are such a little shit.” You muttered in his lips, making him smile.

“I love you too, sugar plump.”

Zach watched you quietly in his lap as you munched on the pancakes and strawberries while simultaneously feeding him some every once in a while.

You had no idea then but Zach has never been so in love.

He felt so safe around you, so carefree, so (dare he might say it) happy. Something he has never been his whole life.

Well, not since …

His heart nearly stopped when he remembered Jessica’s words. Fear starting to crawl up into his chest, making his heart want to stop. He buries his face in your neck. He is so afraid of losing you: his safe haven. But he loves you and he wants whatever this is to last forever. Therefore, no more secrets.

“Baby,” he muttered in between your shoulders.

“Hmm?” You fed him another forkful of pancakes and strawberries which he gladly chewed on before kissing your cheeks.

You accidentally looked at his eyes and you knew that look. It was a look that was too familiar in his eyes, the look he has been carrying for a while in the first few months you have been friends. You immediately faced him and straddled his waist, pulling him close to your chest as he slowly broke down in your arms.

“What’s wrong, darling?” You said hugging him tighter, hoping it would be enough to bring him back together.

“I … I need to tell you something …”

And he did. He told you about Hannah, the tapes, the compliments, his sin that he has buried deep inside him and watched as your face slowly, and steadily falls. Your arms on his neck started to loosen as his around your waist tightened.

You were in shock. You never knew Hannah Baker but you had those weird mutual glances and nod of heads whenever you saw each other around. You felt so bad when you heard the news knowing if you only made the first move and befriended her, God knows you would’ve been good friends, she might’ve had someone to hold on to.

You looked back at Zach when he called out for your name and saw how much pain he was in.

“Zach ..”

“I know I probably ruined everything but I just wanted you to know because I love you so much and I didn’t want to keep this a secret especially since – “

“Zach!” You cut him off, he was breathing heavily, trying so hard not to cry. “What you did was … horrible. And it hurt Hannah more than you will ever know.”

Zach sniffed, nodding but was surprised when you pulled him close to you, him automatically burying his face in your neck. You could feel it getting wet and Zach’s sniffles only made your heart break even more.

“But you can’t punish yourself forever, okay?” Zach nodded, face still buried. “You need to forgive yourself.”

“Thank you.” He whispered so softly you could barely comprehend.

“No, Zach,” you said kissing every part of his face that you could reach. “Thank you for telling me. This hasn’t changed anything okay? I love you. And when I say I love you, I mean all of you, the good, the bad, especially the worst. Okay? You’re not losing me over this, I – hey, look at me please?” You tried to coax his face out of your neck softly.

“Heeey, big guy, cupcake, bunny fluff, sugar bunch, okay I’m out of cute nicknames, ummm, love of my life, first guy who fucked me –“You beamed when you got a snort from him. He looked at you, eyes bloodshot but a small smile gracing his face.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” You gave him a kiss and tightened your hold on him as he deepened it. When the kiss broke you could almost see the relief on his face and you felt so bad imagining the pain and fear he must’ve felt when he had that secret at the back of his mind. “I love you so much, darling.”

“I love you more,” he kissed your forehead and held you tight. “So much more.”

I’m so in love with you

And I hope you know

Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold

Zach stared at you as you said goodbye to your parents, eyes full of tears, nobody wanting it to end. He watched you like a hawk as you gave your parents one last look as you looked ahead and stared at Zach, with his own suitcase, leaning on his car.

“Hey there, big guy.” you tried to smirk which quivered before completely diasppearing.

He couldn’t believe you still managed to joke with your bloodshot eyes. “You ready, angel?” He asked as you walked, close enough to hear him. He opened up his arms and you dove straight to his chest.

“University is gonna be scary.” You mumbled on his chest making him laugh. “Of course you’re laughing,” you rolled your eyes as he opened the door for you and walking around to get to the driver seat. “You’re all big and macho, you’re practically at the top of the food chain already.”

“And you’re my girl,” he said as he started the engine and took your hands in his. “You’ll be fine, babe.”

You jokingly squinted your eyes at him and poked his chest with your free hand. “If you cheat with some big-boobed  uni girl I will drag your ass to hell and back.”

He actually laughed. “You know I love your boobs too much babe. They’re my favourite.”

You grinned, as you watched the familiar buildings passed by knowing it would be a long time before you would see them ever again. “Thank you, I know they’re amazing.”

Zach actually laughed out loud. “And if you cheat on me with another stupid jock I’ll beat the shit out of him and then lock you up in the basement I secretly own.”

“Ooh, kinky and tempting.” You joked earning a glare. “Kidding, babe. You know, I love you.” You gave him a peck on the cheeks.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“Hey! You love my ass.” You pouted.

“That I do, darling.” He chuckled kissing the back of your hands softly, still focusing on the road ahead. “It’s kinda unhealthy, really.”

Zach felt bad but he has always dreamt of leaving this town with his nightmares along with it, he could remember how he swore repeatedly to himself that nothing could make leaving any better. But with your laughter as his background? He didn’t mind being proven wrong this time.

Kinda short but the next part will be the Epilogue! Who’s up for grown up Zach?

Water Duty

Request(s): nope

Prompt: Ice breaks under the character but they’re saved and there are blankets and hot chocolate and warmth.

Pairing: Murphy/Y/N

Word Count: 1k

Originally posted by richard-harmon-gifs

Originally posted by winter-capricorn


When winter first started, the 100 were worried. How would you live with the chill in the air? How were you not going to freeze?

Once Bellamy had rounded up everyone, and people got their heads together, they started to share tents, cut up more firewood, and started to create blankets from anything.

“Y/N,Murphy, You’re both on water duty”

You raised an eyebrow to the brunette, “Water duty. How are we supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know,” Bellamy shrugged, but gave a glare, “You two figure it out”

You looked at Murphy, who you had barely spoken to beforehand. You starting walking out the tent, as Murphy soon followed with a backpack.

Your feet kept moving as your mouth stayed shut, Murphy followed quietly, until you got to the woods.

“Where are you planning to go Y/n?”

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In The Arms Of  A Stranger

God, that title sounds so wierd but I just can’t get that song out of my head?????

Deal with ME, guys, you signed up for this. 

Ayways, based on this cute small comic by @aarspi 

Disclaimer: Voltron and Fanrt don’t belong to me. 

It’s the crying that catches his attention.

Okay, no, he’s lying because after working three weeks on an amusement park, one starts tuning out whenever crying is present.

Keith has seen from young babies crying because their ice cream fell to the floor to grown-ass adults exiting the rollercoaster called The Galra.

So, yes, it’s not really the crying that catches his attention.

It’s the small body that’s crashes, quite literally, against his legs followed by hiccups and heart-breaking sobs that catches his attention.

Keith lets out a small ‘Oof’ as he recovers his balance to avoid falling on his butt. He blinks startled, phone still on his hand before he looks down and sees two big blue eyes filled with tears looking up at him.

“Hey,” he calls softly, heart clenching painfully when the small child flinches away from him when he tries to kneel in front of him, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I just wanna know if you’re okay?”

The kid, around five years-old probably if Keith has to guess, stares at him carefully, lip still quivering with emotions as big fat tears fall from his eyes.

“I want my Wuncle Lance,” the child hiccups, first rubbing against his right eye.

“Hey, hey, careful, you don’t want your eye dirty now, right?” Keith shifts on one knee, movements slow and gentle as he leans closer to the child and hold out a napkin, “Here, buddy, use this.”

The five years old stares at the napkin in confusion, blinking owlishly at the small square. It’s adorable, Keith has to admit.

“Look, you just hold it like this,” Keith says, holding the napkin by both ends before he continues, “You place it on your nose and then you blow!” he snorts loudly, nose nowhere near the napkin but holding it near for this presentation.

He hears a small giggle and it makes him smile proudly when the kid in front of him covers his mouth in a weak attempt to hide his giggles.

“Did you got it?” Keith asks and the kid shakes his head.


Keith shrugs. “Ah, well, looks like I’m gonna back to do it again,” he says, faking resignation before repeating his action and snorting with exaggeration, wincing slightly when he over does it but still smiling when the child giggles.

“You’re funny.”

“Tell that to my brother,” Keith jokes before he holds out the napkin again, “Come on, buddy, let me help you find your uncle?”

The kid hesitates, biting his lower lip unsure. “Mommy told me to not talk to strangers.”

“That’s fair,” Keith nods, “What if I introduce myself? I’m Keith, and you are…?” he coaches gently, while pointing at the nametag that is clipped on the right side of his chest.

“Jose,” is the shy answer and Keith smiles.

“Let me help you find your family, Jose? I promise you I just want you safe.”

This time, the child nods slowly and offers a tiny smile. “Yes, please, Mister.”

Keith beams. “Alright, buddy, up we go.”

He gathers the kid in his arms, huffing softly as he bounces him on his hip. Jose squirm slightly until he find a comfortable position and wraps his tiny arms around Keith’s neck.

“Alright, bud, where was the last time you saw your Uncle?” Keith asks, holding the kid up with one arm as he sneaks a glance towards the clock on his phone and nods to himself. He still has time before his break is over.

He looks up just in time to see Jose pointing towards their right, where the familiar area of carnival games are located.

“Good, can you tell me how he looks like?” Keith asks as he starts walking towards the direction Jose pointed at.

“He ‘s taller than me and he has like, funny cheeks because he always jokes about being a duck.” The fact that the kid says this with a serious expression, as if it was a legit description of a person, makes Keith laugh.

“That’s…well, we got some hunting to do then, huh?”

Jose gasps horrified next to him. “We are going to kill Wuncle Lance?”

Ah, great, yes, scar the kid for life, Keith, why not..

It took three minutes for Keith to convince Jose that they were not going to hurt Uncle Lance and it took another five minutes for Jose to start crying once again when there was no sight of his Uncle.

“Hey, come on now, it’s okay.” Keith tries to sooth, bouncing the kid on his arms gently, “Shh, shh, hey, we will find him, it’s okay.”

God, he couldn’t leave the kid now, there was no way. Break time be damned, he doesn’t care if he might be late for his shift, he’s not leaving this kid alone.

Keith’s starting to consider to get help from security when a booming voice stand out from the crowd, a familiar fame being shouted near them.

“José!” Someone shouts and Keith looks up just in time to see a teen, close to his age, running straight towards them.

In less than a blink, he’s suddenly taking Jose way from him, barely noticing the way the child shouts a distressed ‘Wuncle Lance’ while reaching for the newcomer with grabby hands. Keith doesn’t fight it. He lets the kid go and watches in relief as the pair hug.

“God, I was looking everywhere for you!” The teen exclaims, fear and desperation still clear in his voice as he hug his nephew tighter against him, “I told you not to wander off, buddy!”

“I’m sowwy.” Jose hiccups, sniffling and soft sobs shaking his small body as he snuggles closer to his Uncle’s embrace.

“It’s okay, I got you now, buddy. God, you’re okay.” The brunet sighs, shoulders finally dropping in relief as the familiar comforting weight of his nephew in his arms clicks inside his head, “You’re okay,”

The brunet suddenly seems to remember that there’s someone next to him. He snaps his head back, meeting Keith’s eyes easily.

“God, I’m so sorry. Thank you so much for looking out for him, uh…” he pauses slightly, eyes dropping to the small name tag on Keith’s shirt before speaking up again, “Keith. Thank you so so much, man.”

“It’s no problem, I’m just glad you two found each other,” Keith replies casually, smiling back at Lance and the brunet visually swallows, a small faint blush starting to spread over his freckled covered cheeks, “I gotta go now, though. My break is almost over.”

“You were on your break?” Lance echoes slowly, guilt already twisting inside him but Keith waves him off.

“It’s alright! I just wanted to make sure of José finding his family,” Keith smiles, leaning forward and reaching with a hand to ruffle Jose’s hair playfully, “Stay close to your Uncle, alright buddy?”

Jose looks up, a smile covering his face as he nods to Keith.

The teen nods back at him before meeting Lance’s eyes again as he steps back. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Sir!”

“Wha - Uh - Thank too? Wait, no - I mean - You, you thank - … and he’s gone.” Lance deadpans, using his free hand to smack himself in the face, “Great, that was real smooth, McClain.”

“Bye bye, Mister.” Jose mumbles quietly next to him.

“No, no,” Lance says, a smile growing on his face as he stares at the retreating sight of Keith’s back, “No bye bye, Jose. We will see him again.”

Business and Pleasure - Part 2

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,762

Warnings: swearing

Part 1

Originally posted by sebastiansource

“Remind me again why we’re going to this dinner,” you gave your dad a pointed glance as you smoothed out your dress. “I know you and Mr. Barnes are working together now and it’s great that he’s doing this to save the company, but I don’t understand why James and I have to be there. Couldn’t you two just go out to Nobu or Oceano or one of those other fancy restaurants like you always do when you close a deal? I really don’t think there’s any need for me to be there. Besides, I had plans with Steve tonight.”

You had met Steve Rogers when he was interning for your father, and he had quickly become your best friend. At first, you had thought was intimidating. After all, he was a very large and muscular man, but within mere minutes of getting to know him, you discovered that he was more like the human equivalent of a golden retriever. He was friendly and outgoing with a heart of gold, always quick to laughter and willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. In fact, he had practically saved you when you had forgotten about a meeting with an important client. He had stepped in, taking the blame even though it was completely your fault. That was just the way Steve was.

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It Takes Two (3) - Negan Imagine

Chapter Summary: Rick and the group begin to question how trustworthy you really are, which ends up taking a toll on you.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it.

Word Count: 2k

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Warnings & A/N: i love turning my fics into soap operas, yes,10/10. | no warnings

Theme: Angst + Fluff

Playlist | Tags: (if you want off or on the tag list let me know!) @negan–is–god @deepsouth @haleyea @purplemuse89 @talyatooturnt @bamby0304 


One, Two, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Originally posted by negansslowlyburn

Originally posted by lenaluthcr

Negan followed you down the staircase, sighing as he met Rick’s gaze.

“Rick, Rick, Rick - my best pal, how have you been?” he said, a grin on his face. Rick looked between the two of you, brows furrowed, “What are you doing here?” he asked, hands on his hips. Negan’s face turned up in confusion, “Wow, Rick - I can’t come by and say hello to my favorite duo here?” he said, gesturing to you and Riley.

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Seventeen as shit that my mother's side grandpa has said to me
  • S.Coups: I once had to put you on a leash, cause you just wouldn't stay put!Jeonghan:You're my favorite grandchild.....don't tell the others tho Joshua: //hands me a baby chick// meet your new pet! It's gonna stay here tho, cause I doubt you have a place to put it (I named the chick Lucky)
  • Wonwoo: you know... You can use books as weapons... Just smack the person right in the face and boom you just rearranged their face!!
  • Jun: So....any boyfriends yet? No? You're gonna end up alone with 50 cats at this rate //laughing the entire time//
  • Hoshi: //starts dancing an old mans dance// when you\re getting married this is going to be your husband
  • Woozi: If people are annoying you (mostly boys) just flip them off and smirk....always worked for me
  • DK: //just laughs...he has a weird laugh which made me judge him// where do you think you got your witch laugh from? //continues laughing//
  • Mingyu: //hands me fishjercky// come ooonnnn it's goooooddd, especially with beer.
  • The8: //to my mom// HA! You just got roasted by your own daughter!HAHA!
  • //I tripped over literally nothing and landed face first into the dirt//
  • Seungkwan: //laughs at my misery//
  • Vernon: //tries to cook// I think I just burned water.....you know what lets just eat bread, yea lets do that until grandma comes back...
  • Dino: WHO WANTS'S CAKE!?! //hands me the biggest piece of cake//
angel seduces the devil (bellamy blake one-shot)

Requested: A4 (oral sex) A11 (penetrative anal sex) A14 (face sitting) B12 (heavy eye contact) D13 (squirting) & D14 (face fucking) with Bellamy Blake from the 100.

Prompt: Y/N (Bellamy’s good friend and confidante) offers Bellamy some release after a long day of negotiations.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warnings: smut, as mentioned above, nsfw visuals

A/N: !!!THE GIF(S) ARE NOT MINE. CREDIT TO THE RESPECTFUL OWNERS!!! So I decided to include all of those minus the penetrative anal sex because I honestly have little to know idea how to write about that. I’ll do my research and have it ready for another piece of writing. I hope you guys like this smut piece. Lol I feel like everyone has requested Bellamy smut, so here goes!

With Finn, Bellamy and Clarke gone, you and Octavia were running things. Work in the camp had been completed before nightfall and you let everyone rest for the remaining portion of the day. You and Octavia smiled around, happy with how the camp was looking, before you went your separate ways.

You just got to the tent you & Bellamy shared and you knew that he would be back any second. You knew how much talking to the Grounders stressed him out, so you had a little surprise for his return. You were always shy to take the next step in your flirty friendship with Bellamy, but you thought today would finally be the day. You were currently laying in your bed, naked and awaiting Bellamy’s arrival.

“God damn them, Y/N!” Bellamy stormed in, not looking towards the bed. He took off his shirt and started ranting, as he normally did. “The Grounders are so damn stubborn. And now that Clarke is sexing things up with Lexa, she’s on their side too. They want us all to move in together, like some big happy family. Like I’m supposed to live with those animals!”

“I’m sorry, Bell,” you whispered and thought that maybe he needed verbal comfort more than physical comfort. “Let’s talk about it,” you stand up and decide to get dressed, your back facing him just as he turned to face you. His eyes raked over your body, his pants tightening as he realized your intentions. Bell quickly made his way over to you and held your wrist, pinning it to your back as you reached for your shirt.

“Does the little angel want to play with the big bad wolf?” Bellamy presses himself to your back and whispers into your neck, smirking as the hand pinned to your back now has easy access to his bulge. Your face turns read and you moan as he lays a wet kiss against your neck. “Were you going to seduce me?”

“I was here to relieve you,” you whisper and tilt your neck, giving him more access. “You can use me all you want, Bellamy,” Bellamy moans as you speak out, his hips pressing into your back. You palm his bulge through his pants and he sucks on a small patch of your neck.

“You can bet your cute little ass I’m gonna use you,” his free hand comes around and squeezes your ass. You yelp and he smacks it. “You don’t want the whole camp to know what we’re doing, do you?” He whispers into your neck. kissing and sucking on small patches all along the side.

“I-I don’t care, Bellamy,” you pant out and Bellamy growls.

“You’re right, let them know you’re mine,” he turns you around and pushes you down on your knees. “Get to work, angel,” Bellamy watches you as you sit up to remove his belt, your lips grazing his waist. His breath hitches in his throat you you pull down his pants and boxers. He quickly steps out of them and moans as you kiss his inner thigh. Bellamy snarls and wraps your long brown hair around his fist.

Your eyes meet Bellamy’s as you kiss his tip, letting your tongue taste his leaking precum. You moan and close your eyes as Bellamy follows suit.

“Fuck yes, angel. Just like that,” he whispers and tightens his grip on your hair, bobbing your head back and forth. The moment his tip touches the back of your throat, Bellamy goes wild: he grabs your head with both hands and starts moving his hips rapidly, face fucking you as best he could.

Bellamy looks down at you, your eyes meeting his as his hips move roughly against your face, causing you to almost choke on his size. Your eyes don’t leave his as your hands grab hold of his balls, rubbing them between your fingers. Bellamy nearly loses it, he screams out your name as his balls bounce off your chin and his erection twitches in your mouth. He’s been with other women before, but never with one like you. Your mouth was designed for him and him only.

“Fuck, angel,” he whimpers, his eyes growing darker as he takes in the sight of you. “I’m so close,” he whispers and you moan over him, the noise sending vibrations over his dick. Bellamy groans and your core leaks at the husky noise. He thrusts against your mouth a couple more times before releasing finding his release inside your mouth. He moans and yells out your name, his hips twitching as his grip on your hair loosens.

You swallow every bit of his cum and run your tongue along his shaft and tip one last time to clean everything up.

“You taste so good, Bellamy,” you whisper and blush as his eyes meet yours.

“Stand up, angel,” he commands and you stand up immediately. Bellamy’s eyes raked your naked body and you clenched your thighs together to keep your wet core from his gaze. Bellamy, of course, noticed everything. “Open your legs a little, baby. Let me see what you’re hiding.”

Your knees go weak the sound of Bellamy’s voice alone. You slowly open your legs and he smiles, his eyes growing dark.

“I wonder how the angel tastes,” he whispers and grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him. He dips his head to your neck, trailing wet kisses up to the small area beneath your ear. Bell nips the delicate skin and whispers out gruffly. “I want you to ride my face, feel my tongue going in and out of you, my hands all over your ass. Can you do that for me, angel? Will you ride my face?”

“B-Bell,” you whimper, pressing your hips flush against his as you feel his erection growing once again.

“I need you to answer me,” he growls out and smacks your ass, a low moan leaving your mouth as he does so.

“Y-yes,” you press your lips gently to his neck, letting your tongue lick a long stripe along the side. “I need to ride your face.”

“Good,” Bellamy growled and pulled you both to the bed. He laid down, his head resting on the pillow as his eyes watched you. “Crawl to my face, angel,” Bellamy whispers and you do as he asks.

You sit on your knees at the edge of the bed, your legs on either side of Bellamy’s. You slowly drag yourself up, your wet core making contact with his erection, his hips, his defined abdomen, and his chest as you leave a trail of your juices on him. Bellamy moans as he feels how wet and swollen you are for him. You reach his neck and Bellamy sees your glistening core. He smacks your ass and decides to pull you up himself, unable to wait.

He lowers your hips against his face, his mouth teasing your slit. He breathes in your scent and moans, his hands squeezing your ass as you bite your lip. Unable to wait a moment longer, Bellamy pulls you down. Your swollen lips meeting his ready ones. You moan loudly at the contact and Bellamy follows suit, the vibrations causing a tingle in your lower stomach.

“Angel tastes so good,” he whispers and his lips move against your folds. Your hands reach down and you grab a hold of his hair as his tongue enters you. You scream his name and Bell holds on to your hips, his arms snaking around your thighs from behind. He smacks your ass and you jolt. You feel his smirk as he holds you down to his face, his tongue teasing your clit as you moan. You’d never felt like this before, how were you supposed to hold off for so long?

“Don’t hold back, angel,” Bellamy moans against you, as though reading your mind. “Cum all over my face, I want to taste all of you.”

You pant, moaning Bellamy’s name as you tug on his hair. His thumb reaches around and presses against your clit as your thighs shake. His tongue enters you and swirls around your tight, hot crevices. You moan as he finds your g-spot, and you’re now unable to hold back.

“BELLAMY, FUCK!” You tug his hair and scream his name as you squirt all over his face, just as he wanted. Your body convulses over his as you ride out your high with Bellamy mercilessly swiping up your juices with his skilled tongue. Your climax ends a little too soon for your liking and you’re left blushing as Bellamy pulls you down, laying you atop him.

“Fuck, that was hot angel,” he whispers and kisses you, wanted to give you a taste of yourself. You moan into his mouth and he smirks, running his hands through your hair. “Let’s go to the river. Clean ourselves up quickly?” He kisses down your neck as you smile.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you whisper and tug on his hair, happy that you finally had the guts to seduce the handsome devil.


Pairing: Harry Osborn x reader

Word Count: 4722

Summary: “God, you look so hot when you’re pissed at me.” 

A/N: So someone requested angry!sex, and somebody else sent in that sentence prompt so here we are. So this was just ?????!!!!!! to write. That’s how I can describe writing this. I’m honestly not sure if i went a bit overboard with it tbh, like I’ve never written anything like this before, so feedback would be appreciated?! Because I am very unsure about this?! I am but just a girl, please be gentle with me.

“Hey, come here. There’s some people I want you to meet.” Harry murmurs in your ear, arm sliding around your waist, and tugging you away from your conversation. You open and close your mouth in surprise as he doesn’t wait for you to answer, shrugging helplessly at Sue, and waving goodbye to her.

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I have faith in you

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape x (auror)reader
Genres: a bit of bickering, possible secondhand embarrassment, fluff 
Words: 1.410
Summary: During a conversation with Sirius, reader blurts out about her feelings for Snape. The latter happens to hear everything - requested by Anonymous

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Sweet Cake Sweeter Kisses| Sam Holland

A/N: So I just finished writing a one-shot. Pretty shit. Haha, yeah. I decided to move out of my comfort zone and write an actual one-shot instead of a headcanon. I was inspired by Sam’s Instagram story that he posted yesterday of a Spider-Man cake and the fact that the Holland brothers are very competitive against each other. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Light swearing

          It is February 13, and you are mentally preparing yourself for what may or may not be a traumatizing experience. You see, every year your boyfriend, Sam, and his twin, Harry, have a competition on their birthday. Who has made the better birthday cake for their brother? It is a vicious and yearly battle between the 2 boys, and as of right now, Harry is in the lead by 1 point.

        The entire Holland family (including Harrison because he is an honorary Holland) decided that Harry’s cake was better than Sam’s camera design. So yes, Sam is super bitter. You had not been able to cast in a vote because you are incredibly biased towards your boyfriend of 3 years. And no one better tell Sam this, but you are kind of glad that you were not allowed to because you would have chosen Harry’s as well. Shhh!

        But this year Sam decided to bring out the big guns- you. With your super-mega-awesome baking skills (Sam said it, not you) and your literally-oh-so- amazingly-amazing artistic talent (you can quote Sam on that too), you were going to help Sam win this thing.

        It had taken a lot of groveling on his part before you finally crumbled. Honestly what really sealed the deal was when he was pressing gentle kisses up and down your neck. He should not be allowed to do that because he knows how that turns your brain to mush! The nerve…

        But here you are now, tying an apron over one of Sam’s shirts that you had stolen some time ago. You really hoped that you could help him win this year. The reason that you had been so reluctant to agree in aiding Sam was because you didn’t want him to be disappointed in you if you couldn’t help him succeed. Of course logically you knew that he would never be because Sam is the most loving boyfriend of all time but still.

        As Sam strides into the kitchen with his long-ass legs, he dons his own apron. It was going to get messy in there. “Harry is at Tom’s flat right now making my cake so he won’t be bothering us for the rest of the day (mind you it is currently 9:35 am).

        “Great!” You swiftly pull Sam down by his neck to kiss him square on the mouth. When you pull away just as quickly, Sam whines slightly as his lips chase your retreating ones. “Nuh uh, mon ange. We need to start baking.”

        With a small pout, Sam’s freckled face settles into a concentrated one. He is skimming the old recipe book that is laying on the counter top. Your partner had asked you to bring it because you would be making the chocolate ganache cake that you had once made for Sam when he was having a series of bad days. He had been instantly enamored with it, and he was sure that it would score some major points with the Holland judges.

        “While you start baking the cake, I prepare the icing, fondant, the piece that we had backed yesterday, and the tools we need to decorate this,” Sam informs you authorially. You roll your eyes because even though your babe is a total sweetheart, he practically becomes a different person when it comes to making these cakes. His competitiveness with his brother is extreme.

        After 30 minutes of combining ingredients and getting every measurement just right, you finally place the 10x12 pan in the oven to bake. You sigh as you lean against the counter to rest for a second. Sam had been very no-nonsense for the last half an hour, and it was quite tiring. You knew that he just wanted to beat his younger twin, but you had been kind of hoping that this could be a fun coupley activity. But then again, you had also been expecting to be traumatized.

        Speak of the Devil, and it shall appear. Sam seems to materialize out of thin air, and you jump a bit as he comes behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist. He places a smooch onto your shoulder blade before resting his head on yours. “I’m so sorry, love.”

        You frown in confusion. “What are you talking about, darling?”

        “I know that you aren’t having a lot of fun, and I also am aware that I’m being a bit of an ass.”

        You quickly turn in his arms and bury your face into his chest. “It’s ok,” you mumble.

        “No it’s not, sweetheart.” He takes ahold of your chin to tilt your head up. “I’ll chill out.” He then proceeds to press kisses all over your face. Cheeks, nose, eyelids, chin, forehead, lips. No part of your face goes un-kissed as he smothers you.

        You giggle in delight and smush his face against your hand as you push him away. The oven timer then goes off. Perfect timing! Quickly grabbing the oven mitts, you bend over to collect the freshly baked cake. From behind you, you hear your lover groan.

        “If you weren’t bending over a hot oven, I would totally smack that ass.”

        “Sam Anthony Holland, you get your ass to the table so we can decorate this cake! What a little shit…” you finish mumbling.

        You carefully walk over to the table where Sam had set up everything you need to decorate the cake while you had been making it. As you two chatter quietly to yourselves, you cut the cake into different shapes and attach them together with icing while looking at the reference picture as your boyfriend starts almost water coloring the fondant that covers the base of the cake. You two had made that piece yesterday, as it would have been impossible to complete the entire cake in one day.

        When you finish constructing the object, you begin to carefully write the dainty words onto it…

        5 hours, 1 flour, and 3 ½ icing wars later, you have completed your masterpiece. Good God you are exhausted! You better freaking win because if not, you are going to take this beautiful piece of art and shove it in everyone’s’ faces.

        You lean on Sam heavily as he drapes his arm around your shoulder. He’s kind of hanging onto you because he is just as tired. Who knew decorating a cake could wear you so much? You situate the cake in the middle of the platter that the Holland family had gotten the boys a long time ago specifically for these cakes. With the help of Sammy boy you cover it with the lid. Tomorrow you will find out the results.


      You are startled awake when Paddy jumps on you and Sam. Both you and your boyfriend groan in pain.

      “It’s time! It’s time! We are going to vote now,” Paddy rushes to speak before sprinting out of the room. A few seconds later you both hear his footsteps scampering back, “Oh, and happy birthday, Sam!”

      You just look at each other in amusement and start to shuffle out of bed. “Happy birthday, mon ange,” you whisper to him as you kiss him sweetly. You then proceed to bend down to grab the oddly shaped present that you had hidden under the bed.

      Sam stares in aw, but refuses to take it. “No, love. You already helped me make Harry’s cake. Plus, just being with you is present enough.”

      You wrinkle your nose at him and grin. “As sweet as that is, babe, just accept it.”

      He sighs in defeat. “Fineee,” he says dramatically before quickly tearing it open.  He gasps in excitement. “It’s us! In a book!” he cutely exclaims.

    “Haha, yes my love. It’s a photo album.”

     Sam takes you by surprise when he lunges at you. You two fall onto the bed because of the momentum. As he starts kissing you, Paddy arrives again.

     “Ew, guys! I told you to come on already,” he whines before leaving once more.

     Both of you giggle together as Sam aides you in standing back up. “Let’s get this show on the road then,” you egg Sam on as you walk together down the hallway into the dining room.

      In said room, every Holland is looking a little bit fatigued but very excited nonetheless. It looks like Christmas day all over again.

      In the center of the table lies both cakes covered with their dish covers to not ruin the surprise. You don’t know about Harry’s cake, but you sure are glad that the Holland parents had gotten these boys such ginormous platters because damn, the one that Sam and you had made was extremely large.

      Paddy is practically buzzing with excitement as he waits for Sam and Harry to stand behind the cake that the other twin made for them.

      The moment the cakes are unveiled, it seems like all of the air in the room is sucked out. Everyone except for you and Sam had gasped in amazement as they gazed at your cake.

      Their eyes are glued to the realistic looking camera and suitcase. Attached to the beige bag is a blue passport, and there are special printed edible pictures adhered onto it with frosting. And perching on top of the case was the camera that you had baked the day before. It is quite the sight if you may say so.

      Paddy breaks the unnerving silence. “Welp I choose Sam’s. Harry’s is cute and all with that La La Land themed, but it’s got nothing on Sam’s! How did you even do that?”

      Everyone murmurs in agreement. “Y/N helped me,” your boyfriend boasts. “Try it! It’ll be the best you’ve ever tasted,” he continues to brag while you try to shut him up.

      You’re blushing when you say, “It’s just an old recipe that I have. It’s really nothing.”

      Tom, who had come home for a small break in his hectic filming schedule, starts moaning then. “Dis is da befst frukn thig eber,” he states. When your boyfriend’s family all agree, you blush.

      “Okay everyone! I think it’s time to vote,” Sam rushes.

      In one minute all the votes are cast, and Paddy finally makes the announcement. “We, the Holland family, have pronounce that the winner of this year’s Sam/Harry Twin Cake Duel-Off is… Sammy “Mon Ange” (at least according to Y/N. I still don’t know that it means) Holland with a 4 to 1 vote! Just saying, Harry, it was mum, and I’m pretty sure that she only did it out of pity.”

      You all laugh at the end, and the whole lot congratulates Sam and you. Sam simply won’t shut up about you! The bragging is never ending with that boy, is it?

      You turn to observe Harry and notice that he looks slightly glum. When you walk over you say, “Aw, Harry. Don’t feel bad about losing! It’s beautiful.”

      Harry nods. “Yeah. I’m honestly not really mad or disappointed about it. Yours is really amazing. Thank you for the cake. I hope Dad took a picture before it was cut into.” Harry gives you a sweet hug

      “Of course, dude! You’re like my brother! I’m glad you liked it. And I’m pretty sure he did. If not, Sam and I took quite a lot yesterday.”

      Sam strides over to you and leans some of his weight on your side as he slips his arms around you. “Let’s try some of that scrumptious cake that you made.”

      You snicker at him. “Scrumptious? Who says that? But yes, let’s. I’m also definitely trying Harry’s though too.”

      Your partner nods his slightly red head. “Yeah! Thanks for the cake, man. It looks really nice.” His arm leaves your body when he wraps his arms around his twin. Sigh. How cute!

      When they untangle from each other, Sam seizes your hand to pull you to the two baked goods. While he cuts a piece of the cake that you had baked together you collect a slice of Harry’s. It really is pretty.

      You and your lover proceed to sit down at the table with the rest of the loving Hollands, but you too are in your own little world. God. You love him so damn much. And helping him out wasn’t so bad. You too had such a pleasurable time doing it together in the end.

      In the enchanting bubble you and Sam had made with the love and affection for each other you and your loving boyfriend feed one another pieces of delectable cake. Sam blushes and giggles as you try to wipe the frosting that he had accidentally smeared on you. When you can’t seem to find it, Sam leans in and kisses the frosting away (that was apparently on the corner of your mouth) before moving to your lips. It is sweeter than any cake you have ever eaten and decide right then and there that there is nothing lovelier than the tender kiss of your soul mate.

@tomhollandhollaatme @peachyyvibes @samhollandsfreckles @webslingerholland

Never All The Way // Kim Yugyeom

Originally posted by igot7-love

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Smut(??) // Thigh Grinding

Summary//Request: Anonymous asked: I love your writing and perhaps you could do another one for me and all the thirsty yugyeom stan?? idk something based on dirty talking (i’m a slut for dirty talking god), thigh riding, the weeknd playing in the back and loud moans? Yikes

Authors Note: I can’t believe I actuallty wrote this I’m going to hell. I recommend that you listen to ‘The Hills’ by The Weeknd to really get a feel for this scenario. ENJOY <3

It all started out so innocent. How did it end up like this?

If someone asked you to explain the type of relationship you had with Yugyeom, the only words that came to mind were “To be continued”. Did you have feelings for him? Yes. Did he have feelings for you? Oh god, yes he did. You could confidently say that you had Yugyeom wrapped tight around your pretty little finger. You pulled him in so far, before pushing him away completely; always leaving him hungry for more of you. In the beginning, you were apprehensive about your little”play dates” with him seeing as he was one year your junior. You had always seen him as a baby, a child who you had to protect. But after a few drinks one night, a different side to Yugyeom emerged. One that intrigued you greatly and you loved to see how far you could really push him before he would break in half. In short, you had yet to go all the way with him.

All it took was a simple text, asking him how he was, what he was up to and if he had any plans for tonight. To which, he replied that he was free.

The night started like any other night with Yugyeom. You met him at the door, offered him tea, to which every time he said no and would prefer a soda; typical. You ordered in pizza and you both listened to music while talking about anything and everything before cracking out some cans of beer and eating crisps. You unloaded your problems to him while he listened and you did the same for him. After all, you deeply cared about Yugyeom, you just didn’t know how to fully commit to him and to be honest, he wasn’t sure how to either.

Drink after drink, song after song, you both started to feel the hazy effects of the alcohol in your system. Both of your words becoming slightly slurred and your actions becoming slower and more deliberate. Yugyeom took control of the laptop, telling you that he had heard a song recently that he wanted you to check out.

“Okay, bring it on baby” you teased, giving him a sultry stare as he proceeded to put on ‘The Hills’ by The Weeknd.

“Oh I’ve heard this song a million times!” you exclaimed while jumping to your feet and swaying back and forth to the climbing intro of the song.

“You’re gonna dance for me, (Y/N)?” Yugyeom slurred lightly, sinking further into the armchair while placing his hands on his lap feeling the coarseness of his jeans.

“Mmmhmm” you murmured back at him, rolling your hips to the sultry music while running your hands through your hair. You know you had Yugyeom exactly where you wanted him.

“Come here baby” his voice commanded, laced with liquid courage as he motioned you with a ‘come hither’ motion.

You slow danced over to him, keeping eye contact as you studied the intoxicated and obviously aroused look on his face as he trapped his bottom lip between his top teeth. You hovered over his thigh while swaying your hips backwards and forwards, watching him undress you with his eyes. He went to reach for your shirt, to which you lightly smacked his hands away.

“Nuh uh, I didn’t say you were allowed” you said menacingly, watching his face turn into that of a pouty puppy which made your heart swell. You slowly raised your shirt up and over your body before slipping off your skirt, revealing your lacy black panties and matching black bra. Yugyeoms eyes almost popped right out of their sockets as they examined your beautiful womanly curves. You were so close, yet so far from his reach.

“Let me touch you baby” he whined softly, becoming more impatient as he watched you cup your breasts through your bra.

Feeling braver by the second, you took it upon yourself to roughly remove his shirt, tossing it aside before straddling his waist and attacking the sensitive skin of his neck with your lips, letting him grab your waist; his fingers toying with the hem of your panties but unable to pull them down to get to where he wanted to touch the most. You crashed your lips on to his, his mouth parting to let your tongue massage his as you easily dominated the kiss. Yugyeom began moaning and panting under your touch as you started to grind your clothed womanhood on to his obvious hard member through his jeans, his whimpers edging you on more and more.

“Let me…take them…off…” he managed to slip in between kisses, referring to his jeans which were severely restricting his hard on to which you grabbed his wrists and rammed them against the back of the armchair.

“Please…” he begged, the sweet sound of his pleas ringing through the deepest corners of your drunken mind.

You leaned back, placing your hands behind you on top of his knees, grinding yourself harder to the beat of the bass filled music filling the air along with Yugyeoms panting.

“No touching…if you want to cum tonight” you said, breathless and domineeringly vicious. Yugyeoms eyes widened, his mouth gaping as the feel of your pressured weight on his restricted member as he began to moan your name, louder and louder.

He began to thrust up to meet your hips grinding down on him, his hands clutching either side of the armchair for dear life making more friction between you both. You felt his member rub against your swollen clit, causing you to float higher and higher towards your climax. Beads of sweat began to appear on Yugyeoms forehead and you could feel his member ever so slightly beginning to twitch beneath you grinding on him, your speed rapidly increasing as you both raced towards your highs.

“Right there (Y/N), rub my cock harder…fuck..” he moaned loudly, unable to hold himself together a second longer.

“Yugyeom, I’m gonna…fuck…” you moaned with him as you both came simultaneously, feeling your juices leak through the fabric of your panties and on to his jeans. Upon looking down, you could see his creamy seed being pumped through his jeans and spilling out on to the top of his stomach as you continued to milk him for all he was worth, still riding out your orgasm while you both created a symphony of moans.

A cold sweat spread over Yugyeoms body as he felt your weight buckle, catching you in an embrace and holding you in his arms. He could feel your heart hammering against his chest as he kissed your forehead, the familiar haze of sleep washing over the both of you.

“We should…really clean up…” you said while trying to fight to stay awake, but the intensity of your orgasm proving too much for you to handle. The song had long finished; the only sounds filling the room were now the both of you heavy breathing and panting into each other.

“We can stay like this for a bit…I think it would be best…” Yugyeom replied, his voice thick with sleepiness as he cradled you close.

“(Y/N)…I think…I think I love you” he finally admitted, but only to be replied with your soft snores, his confession only being heard by the four walls surrounding you.

He chuckled and sighed, letting you rest a little before carrying you to the shower to wash you both down.

“There’s always next time” Yugyeom thought to himself as he looked at your peaceful, sleeping face.

And he was right. With Yugyeom, there would always be a ‘next time’ indeed.


Originally posted by akross-the-universe

A/N: This monster of a fic is finally finished and i’m actually crying tears of joy rn bc this was such a long fic to write. plus it’s about my favorite underrated trainee from pd101, kim donghan @smols-n-tols bc they know how much pain i’ve been over this fic lmao

Pairing: PD101′s Kim Donghan x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Humor/Friends to Lovers!AU

Word Count: Roughly 11k (almost made it to 12k r i p)

Scintilla, noun: a barely visible trace

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Jealous (Jordan Parrish x reader)

Warnings- Smut!!!! A lot of smut!!!

“Hey Stiles, what time is your dad getting home?” You asked as you stepped through the door of the Stilinski household.

“In about an hour or so… I think he and Parrish are going to finish up a few things and then they will be over here.” He replied as he gave you a wink.

You had been best friends with Stiles every since you two were little kids. Nothing romantic ever happened between the both of you, you were just great friends that trusted each other with your lives. Since you were so close you two would tell each other everything, so Stiles was the first to find out about the crush you had for Parrish.

“Oh, shut up Stiles!” You said while laughing and trying not blush as you threw a pillow at Stiles.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help! It’s not like you need it though… Parrish is like head over heels for you!”

“No he is not… You just say that because your my friend.” You argued, secretly hoping he was right.

“And why would you say that? I have proof for my accusation… Do you?”

“Well no… But… Wait a second… Proof?? Tell me more…” You pleaded.

“So, me being a guy I can sort of tell what a guy will do when he likes a girl. A lot of things that Parrish does when he is around you. He blushes, smiles a lot more, he tries to be more manly, he would do anything to protect you, anytime he is around you he always makes sure he is close to you, he talks about you a lot… I could go on, but just from that it’s inevitable that he is totally into you!” Stiles said making you smile and blush like crazy.

“Really? Do you really think so?” You asked.

“Without a doubt…” He smiled.

“So what should I do?”

“Hmm… Parrish seems to be really protective over you… So what if, when they get here, we sort of pretend to be closer than we actually are. We can sit closer and do and say things that a couple would do. Since we are friend it wouldn’t be awkward for us, and it would drive Parrish mad until he finally did something.”

“Would you really do that for me Stiles?” You beamed.

“Oh, absolutely! Plus, I think Lydia is starting to have a crush on him, so if you two are together, I’m all she will have left and then she will come to me!” He said cheerfully, very proud of the idea he had just created.

He then continued,“ So for this to work even better than what I have planned, you need to change.”

“What?” You asked. You had been wearing a pair of Jeans and a cute top, what was wrong with it?

“You need shorts and a tank top, it will be sexier and then Parrish will literally have his eyes glued to you!”

You shrugged your shoulders and went along with it. You had kept a bag at Stiles’ house since you were there so often. You pulled out the shortest pair of Jean shorts that you had and decided to just put on a Cami and out a jacket over it. The decisions making your body look great.

You then walked back out to the living room were Stiles was.

“That is perfect! We will have Parrish drooling by the time he walks through be door!”

You giggled a little bit and then sat on the couch next to Stiles. After a minute Stiles nearly jumped off of the couch saying,“ Wait, I almost forgot!” He then ran to his room.

“Forgot what?” You asked concerned.

He walked back into the room and held his hand out to yours. “This.” You opened your hand to see what he had just given you, you then noticed that he had handed you a condom.

“Stiles! What the hell is this for?” You asked with your eyes wide, not even thinking about this being the result of his plan.

“Oh I think you know!” He said with a wink.

You laughed a little and thought to yourself, I can pull this off… You then sat back down and began to watch a TV show as you waited for Sheriff and Parrish to arrive.

After around 20 minutes you heard two car doors from outside the window and Stiles quickly motioned for you to scoot closer to him. You did so and he put his arm around your shoulder as you snuggled up into his body. You continued watching a show that was on the television. As soon as you heard the door Stiles began to laugh and you followed along. The laughs not dying down until Sheriff Stilinski and Parrish walked into the room.

“Oh hey dad,” said stiles,“ We didn’t even notice you were home. What’s Parrish doing here?”

“Oh, he was just giving me a ride back since we were already working together throughout today.” Replied Sheriff as he turned toward Parrish. “Thanks again by the way!”

“Oh it was no problem!” Said Parrish is the same voice that made your heart melt.

Sheriff then said,“ Well I’m so tired for working at the office today, so I’m going to go grab a shower and then take a nap! Thanks Parrish, feel free to stay as long as you want!”

With that the Sheriff had left the room and it was time to initiate your plan. Parrish sat In a chair across the room from you and Stiles.

“So, anything new happening?” Asked a very nervous Parrish.

“Oh nothing much, we’ve just been hanging out…” You said in a sweet voice as you ran your hand over Stiles chest.

Parrish seemed to tense a bit at the sight. “So about how often are you over here, (y/n)?”

Stiles answered before you could,“ oh she is over her quite often… Nearly all of the time except for the night, but sometimes she’s here for that to…” He smirked at you and then took his free hand that wasn’t around your shoulder and trailed it up your thighs then began to trace patterns on your legs.

Parrish now clenching his fists and his face red with envy.

“So I’m going to go grab a drink anybody want one? It just seems to be getting so hot in here!” You said as you unzipped your jacket and took it off. “Don’t you think?” You asked Parrish with a smile plastered upon your face.

“Oh very! I will take a water please…” He replied.

Stiles then added,“ I will have the same.” As you walked out stiles he leaned out and smacked your ass knowing that it would kill Parrish.

You smirked as you continued walking. You came back with three waters in your hand to hold them you had placed them in your arms, to wear you weren’t using your hands. You walked over to Parrish first and bent over to where he could reach the waters and have a nice view of your cleavage.

“Take one…” You said as he reached out and took a bottle from you.
You then walked over and on your way “tripped” and dropped the other water bottles.

“Oops…” You said as you bent over to grab them giving Parrish an extremely nice view of your ass.

You then walked over handed stiles his water but Parrish had been sent over the edge.

“You know it starting to get late so how about I take you home (y/n)? That way it won’t cost Stiles a trip out…”

You winked at Stiles then turned around and said,“ Oh that would be wonderful! Bye Stiles!” You leaned down to give him a kiss in which he returned. You then followed behind Parrish and you made your way out to his car.

One you had gotten in and began to drive down the road Parrish said,“ What the hell was that?”

You replied sweetly,“ I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Oh you know good and damn well what I’m talking about (y/n)! You and Stiles are not together… I know you aren’t!”

You smiled. Then noticed you had missed the turn off for your street and you were going towards his home. “Umm… Where are we going?” You asked him.

You did not get an answer. Instead he turned down the road to his house and you finally pulled into his driveway.

He got out of the car and you followed him now knowing where this was going and you were proud of it.

Parrish unlocked his door and then walked in, you following close behind him. He got in, locked the door, threw is stuff onto a nearby table then walked fiercely back over to you.

As soon as he reached you he put on of his hands behind your neck pulled you in quickly for a kiss. It quickly got heated and passionate. His free hand traveled down your back until it was placed on your ass giving it a firm squeeze.

He broke the kiss for a mere second to say,“ Jump.” You did as you were told jumping up and wrapping your legs around is waist. His large hands now placed on your lower back. Parrish then walked the two of you up to his room.

He opened the door with one arm the other still supporting your body. He walked over and set you down on the bed as he hovered atop of you. You then moved your hands from his neck and down to the hem of his shirt, slightly playing with the fabric between your fingers signaling for him to take it off. He sat up grabbed his shirt and took it off throwing it to the floor. He then leaned back down and planted a single kiss on your lips. He then grabbed your tank top and ripped it off of you.

He moved his mouth to your neck were he began to leave a trail of wet kisses until he reached your bra line. He snaked his arms around your back and unclasped your bra as you threw it to the ground. He went back to work with his mouth now sucking in spots until he was sure he left a mark to show that you were his. He moved one of his hands up and began to massage your breasts. His mouth wandered all over your skin searching to find your sweet spot. He finally landed on it and began to suck hard until you let out a moan.

He smirked then moved down, leaving a trail of kissed until he reached your shorts. He unbuttoned them, pulled down the zipper then slid them down your legs.

He maneuvered his way back up leaving little kisses on your legs on the way. He then moved his head up to wear it was next to your ear and he whispered,“ Is this what you wanted baby girl?” He nibbled on your ear lobe making you moan loudly.

“Mm, that’s what I thought… But just you wait princess…” He said as he made his way back down to your hips. He bit the line of your panties and took them down off of you using his mouth.

He again moved back up and spread you legs apart.. His head inches away from your core.

“Who made you this wet? Huh, baby? Who did this to you?”

All you could do was loan do to how close he was to you. He moved his face even closer and said,“ I asked you a question!” He took his tongue and locked a quick stripe up your slit. “I expect an answer!”

You shivered underneath him and said aloud,“ you! Only you Parrish!”

He gently kissed your folds as you answered and then he said,“ That’s what I like to here! Moan for me baby!” He then pushed his tongue in and began to flick it against your clit rapidly. He then sucked hard making you moan and scream his name. He then moved in of his hands up and without a warning pushed two fingers into you. He pushed them in and out at a rapid pace. Making you shake beneath him. You were almost at your high and Parrish knew… He moaned against your skin and the vibrations sent you over the edge and you came on his hand and in his mouth.

He then licked you clean before taking of his pants and his boxers revealing his long length.

You bit your lip as you watched him stroking himself to reach his maximum length.

You then remembered what Stiles had given you. “Baby, my shorts… Check the pocket.”

He leaned over to pick them up and reached inside the pocket and grabbed out the condom.

You smirked at you. “Wow you really were prepared…”

You nodded. He put the condom on, walked back over and climbed on top of you. He looked up at you asking for permission and you nodded. He then eased his way into your entrance letting you adjust for a minute before he bang to pump in and out of you at a rapid pace. The pain quickly turned into pure pleasure.

Only a minute later you were both close.

“J-Jordan… I’m close…” You moaned out.

“I know baby.. Me too… Just let go”
You did and so did he.
He then rolled over next to you on his bed. He pulled a blanket over you both and then he kissed your forehead.

“I love you (y/n)” he said.

You looked at him, happier than ever! “I love you too!”

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 20 [FINALE]

A/N: Holy fuckballs you guys, it’s finally come to an end. I just want to thank everyone for all of the nice feedback and support, and definitely for sticking with me this long. This series is honestly one of the best things I’ve done in a while if I’m being honest, and I’m glad that I got to share it with you. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a sequel to this pretty soon. This chapter is honestly just one long imagine full of different fluff scenes to makeup what for what happened at the end and I’m apologizing beforehand. Also, I tagged each person in the section of their idea and thanks for the suggestions. Tysm again, and I hope you enjoy the finale💕 

I swear I never noticed how many tats Calum actually had until I wrote this, good lord.


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/ Twenty{END}

“I don’t understand why you just won’t go to the doctor.” Calum tried to persuade you for the millionth time as he held your curls away from your face and rubbed soothing circles onto the small of your back.“ You’ve been sick for what, three weeks now?”

You’ve been sick a little longer than that, but you decided to keep that to yourself.

“I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” He argued whilst rolling his eyes. He always found your stubbornness bitter sweet. “You’re going to see a doctor.”

“Ashiiid.” You laughed lightly, letting your boyfriend know that you found him as a joke.

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