if you want i can try again lmao but not tonight

On Thin Ice *Part 1*

Originally posted by nellaey

Gif isn’t mine

Hello all you lovely people!! My past fic had done so well, I decided I could write another one for all of you. Like always, please leave feedback and tell me what you think!

Summary: You, Newt, Queenie, Jacob, and Tina all go out to ice skate. However, you start to get jealous when Newt and Tina start to get really close. 

Warnings: Angst angst angst (I love me some angst lmao)

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

DO NOT copy this on other sites and claim it as your work. 

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Winter snow fell down in front of your window. You watched below as they settled onto the road and sidewalks. It was beautiful.

As of now, you and Newt were staying with the Goldstein sisters and Jacob. The both of you had agreed to stay with them for a small vacation after all of the hard work you put into creating Newt’s book. You didn’t know where yours and Newt’s relationship would go after this. If you were just going to go back to England and stay there, or if you were going to stay with Newt and continue traveling with him. 

It was hard to think about leaving him, but then again, he might not want you around.

He might just take someone else who is equally interested in fantastic beasts like you.

Maybe Tina. 

You loved the Goldstein sisters with all your heart. They took you and Newt in the last time you were in New York, and they even let you stay with them for your small vacation. You were grateful for the amount of hospitality they extended towards you and Newt, but you couldn’t help but be jealous of one of the sisters… Tina.

Newt and Tina had a special connection that nobody could deny. You and Newt were close, but you wouldn’t be so close if it weren’t for the amount of time you spent traveling with him. However, Tina has only known Newt for a couple of months, and she has already gained access to Newt’s case and his emotions. Meanwhile, it took you several months to be able to discover all of Newt’s case and even more time to really figure out his emotions. 

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. If anything, Tina probably deserves Newt more, and it’s not like he had any feelings for you anyways. 

“Honey, are you ok?” Queenie’s voice suddenly broke through your thoughts.

You turned away from the window you were looking out of to look at Queenie. Her mouth was set into a gentle frown, her face showing signs of worry.

She reached out to you and touched your shoulder. “Now, don’t be thinking those negative thoughts, ok? You deserve love too, hun.” 

Gently, you shrugged off her hand and stood up. You smiled a little bit and hugged her. She was so caring and so gentle. What would you do without her?

“Thanks Queenie. You’re so sweet.” You separated yourself from her and held onto her shoulders. “I’m just a little confused and all, but I’ll be ok.”

She smiled and gave you another hug before walking off to the kitchen. You sat down on the couch and started to think once more.

“We’re all going ice skating today, do you want to come?” Queenie’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah of course. I don’t have any skates though, so I can just sit and watch.”

Queenie came back into the room with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. “No, no, no, I have an extra pair of skates that I’ve grown out of that you can use. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

You chuckled a little bit at Queenie’s cheerfulness. Suddenly, a loud crash and stomping noises could be heard from behind the guest room’s door. Newt and Tina crashed out of the room, hand in hand and laughing. They looked at you and Queenie on the couch.

“Queenie, you should have seen it! The erumpent got out of her enclosure and was chasing Newt all over the place!” Tina managed to laugh out.

Newt chuckled nervously, looking at you. You weren’t laughing, though. You were looking at Newt’s and Tina’s hands entwined together. You shouldn’t be jealous, it was really nothing. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous looking at them.

“Ah, yes, she just got out when I was trying to feed her. Tina found it quite comical.” Newt looked down at his shoes, trying to think why you looked so sad.

There was a loud silence filling the room. You were thinking of Newt and Tina, while Queenie was listening to the barrage of thoughts swarming through Newt’s head. 

“Sorry if we were loud, um, Y/n… are you coming ice skating with us?” Tina asked.

“Oh, yeah I am. I think it’s gonna be fun.”

Another long period of silence filled the room. Newt let go of Tina’s hand and stood there awkwardly. 

Queenie stood up and smoothed out her dress. “Well, I’m gonna go get ready now. Y/n, why don’t you come with me to try the skates on?”

“Sure.” You followed Queenie out of the room, all the while Newt watching the two of you leave while Tina also started to walk towards her room.

Newt stood there for a little bit, perplexed by why you looked so distressed before. He cared about you and seeing you like that really hurt him.

Deciding not to worry to much about it, he walked back into the guest room to start getting ready for tonight.


You had all just left the Goldstein’s apartment and picked up Jacob from his bakery. The cold wind nipped at your skin as you neared the skating rink.

Jacob and Queenie were walking in front of you, hand in hand and looking as adorable as ever. Meanwhile, Newt and Tina were walking behind you, laughing at each other’s stories and jokes. Leaving you as the fifth wheel.

Whatever, you weren’t going to waste this night moping about because of your feelings. Tonight you were going to live a little and have some fun learning how to ice skate, no matter how hard it may be.

Finally, you arrived at the rink. There were a few other couples skating around along with some kids. You sat down on one of the benches and started to get the skates on. 

“Have you ever skated before?” You jumped a little when you heard Newt’s voice. You hadn’t even heard him sit down next to you.

“Never, but I’m hoping I can get the hang of it.”

“I bet you’ll do fine. You can always hold on to me if you need help.” You looked towards Newt to see a shy smile placed on his face. You smiled back and stood up on your skates, immediately wobbling and almost falling over until you felt Newt’s hands on the small of your back holding you up.

“I didn’t think you’d need help until you actually got onto the ice.” You could literally hear the smugness in his voice.

“Well I’m sorry I’ve never tried these torture devices on before.”

“Oh, so now they’re torture devices? Are you saying your feet already hurt when you haven’t even skated yet?”

You laughed and turned towards Newt on your wobbly feet. “Yes, quite frankly, they-”

“Newt, are you coming or not?” Tina yelled out. She was already on the ice along with Queenie and Jacob.

“O-oh, yes, I’m just finishing lacing up!” Newt looked at you. Once again, there was that sad look placed on your face.

“Are you ok? You seem to be quite distant lately, love.”

You shot your head up at that. You didn’t think he noticed anything, well you definitely hoped he wouldn’t notice anything. It was nice to know that he cared, though.

You smiled softly,”Yea, I’m fine, thank you for asking. Now, could you help me onto the ice?”

Newt smiled back before taking your hand and leading you towards the ice. Once you were there, you just stood there for a second before walking on carefully. Newt showed you how to start skating around and he also showed you how to stop. You had fallen multiple times attempting to stop. It was so much fun being able to just laugh at yourself slipping all over the place, and now you were even starting to get the hang of things.

“Ok, now just follow me. You can do it.” Newt was skating backwards in front of you so he could watch you and see if you were doing well enough on your own. 

You continued skating until Tina came around and skated right beside you.

“Hey Newt, you want to take some laps around? I’m sure Y/n can do well enough on her own.” You frowned a little bit at that.

“Alright.”

And with that, they both skated away, Tina grabbing onto Newt’s hand and whispering something into his ear. Totally leaving you where you were.

You skated around for a little bit, before stopping because your feet hurt. You could hear Queenie laughing at a joke Jacob said. Newt and Tina were still doing laps around the rink, hand in hand. There goes that nagging feeling in your head again. 

Deciding that it was time to get up again, you stood up and skated onto the ice. However, you didn’t realize that someone was already coming up fast from behind you. That person was not able to stop in time before colliding into you, making you both fall over.

You let out a grunt before crashing onto the ice and right onto your elbows. 

“I-I’m so so sorry, I didn’t see you coming onto the ice!”

You looked back to the person who hit you. It was a kid who looked extremely scared. 

You smiled nervously. She didn’t know you were coming onto the ice, it wasn’t her fault.

“It’s ok, I guess I should also watch out for people.” You pushed yourself up and off the ice, all of a sudden feeling a harsh sting coming from your elbow. You grit your teeth and looked down at the ice. There, where you fell were two large droplets of blood. Another drop soon joining them.

You skated off of the ice and sat down at a bench to take a look at your elbows. Both of them had been badly scratched and it hurt when you stretched your arms out. You attempted to put some pressure on them with your hands but hissed and let go when they stung. 

Queenie and Jacob were coming off of the ice to ask you why you sat down when they saw your bloody hands and elbows.

“Oh, sweetie, what on earth happened?” 

“It was nothing, I-I just fell.” Suddenly, a loud laugh was heard from the distance. You looked up and saw Newt and Tina still skating, Tina laughing loudly at something Newt said. They hadn’t even noticed anything wrong or that you had gotten off the ice… they were undisturbed.

Tears started to fill your eyes. You felt unwanted and jealous all at the same time, a dangerous combination of emotions. Quickly, you untied your skates and put on your shoes.

Jacob put a hand on your shoulder, noticing how quickly you were trying to wrap things up. 

“You okay kiddo? We can get some bandages for you and clean you up.”

Now you felt like you were ruining they’re night. You shouldn’t be burdening them like this.

Queenie looked at you sympathetically. She could hear all of your thoughts and she hated how you were putting yourself down so much. “Honey, no, you’re not burdening us. You got hurt and it’s not your fault.”

“N-no, I’m just going to go back to the apartment. I’ll see y-you guys later.” You looked up once more to see that Newt and Tina were still skating around, and they had even begun twirling each other on the ice.

Another wave of tears hit you hard. You grabbed your skates and ran out of the rink as quickly as you could, avoiding Queenie and Jacob’s yells for you to come back. 

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Ok, I actually feel pretty good about this one. I hope you guys like it too :)

Here’s part 2 !!

Lights On

Anonymous asked: can you do an first meet encounter? it can end however you’d like!

A/N: I kinda combined this with the one where someone requested more smut?? Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral (male receiving)

Originally posted by justcuchu

The cool summer nights were one of your favorite things about life at the moment. You made it a habit to come to this park and sit on the swing, sketching a picture out in the dim lighting of the moon. 

It calmed you, being able to watch people as dusk fell over the park and they began packing their things to go home. Soon enough, you were alone in the park and added shading to a drawing of the worn down park bench across from you that you had started a couple days ago. 

The chains that held the swing up creaked while your legs pushed your body back and forth, swaying softly with the wind. 

You heard rushed footsteps, causing you to slam your sketchbook closed and turn your attention to the sidewalk in front of you. 

Your heart was in your throat, suddenly aware of the creepy situation ahead of you. 

The footsteps walked in front of you, tripping over the raised concrete on the sidewalk. You held back a giggle, immediately stepping off the swing set and rushing to the person. 

“Are you okay?” You said, putting your hand on the stranger’s arm while they groaned in pain. 

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Sugar Sweet | 6 | (M)

word count: 4.4k

genre: smut + fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

dedicated to: @honeyheonie, @lostinmonstax & @jooheonster, who legit were some of my biggest backbones to keep me going (cough & for @tomatoholmes bc she stans ki cough)

a/n: i’m back bitches lmao jk but legit i’m v sorry this took so long, i didn’t even realize it had been nearly two months since ss 5! time is going by too quickly, especially as i fill drabble requests and write other one shots. but i’ll try to refrain from neglecting ss, as i’ve truly found a solidified plot line to the point where i think i’ve speculated where everything will go and therefore than means more concrete chapters, sooner updates and a finalized chapter count! i cut this chapter off a little early bc i didn’t want to head into the next part just yet, but stay tuned for Jin’s party kiddos :) much love to all those patient guppies who stayed by my side and encouraged me to continue despite the many setbacks i felt.

also if you didn’t know, the song kihyun sings is suffer by charlie puth, a favorite of mine.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

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Facebook Reveal

So I wrote a supercorp THING based on this post because it made me irrationally happy: 

(Original post here for credit)

I thought a facebook crack reveal would be hilarious and fun, and apparently so did a few of you SO, I did it. Enjoy <3 :) 

@supercorptrashed @nevertobeships @project-alice

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Empress

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Requested?: Technically yes!

Prompt: Jasmine gives you the idea to switch roles with Lin in the bedroom. You decide to take her advice. (This is a smut.)

Warnings: D/S, handcuffing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, oral sex, penetrative sex, face riding

Words: 2.4k+

A/N: Damn Temp, back at it again with the Lin smut! SURPRISE! So this was originally a fic I wrote just for my best friend Ale ( @helplesslylins ) but then she told me it was too good not to post so…here I am! I post two back to back Lin fics and BOTH are smut….ah well. I’ll repent tomorrow. As always, thank you @tempfixeliza @diggs4life and @helplesslylins for proofreading! Shout out to Jena for letting me use Bambi!

Tags: @butlinislin @secretschuylersister @alexanderhamllton @burninglaurens @linsnavi @fragmentofmymind (because I tagged you all in the last Lin smut so, here’s another lmao)

Originally posted by alotofbeautyinordinarythings



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The One Where Marcus Loves A Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Request: Maybe a smut where you’re a nerd dating Marcus and you walk in on him having sex with a cheerleader. He says that he cheated because you’re a prude who didn’t want to have sex with him. Jeff Atkins comforts you, admits his feelings and smut ensues. Later in the locker room, everyone teases Jeff asking where all his hickeys and scratches on his back came from and he looks straight into Marcus’s eyes and goes Y/N and Marcus doesn’t believe it until he sees you guys kissing in the hallway later.

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“I just don’t understand why you can’t come out tonight. It’s just Bryce’s place, we’ll be there an hour, two hours max.” Marcus argues, rubbing his hand over his head in pure, unadulterated annoyance.

You take a special kind of pleasure in annoying him, and you can’t help it. He’s your boyfriend, but he’s clingy. He’s annoying.

“And I just don’t understand why you can’t go by yourself.” You retort, dry and humorless. “You keep asking, and I keep saying no. This is getting repetitive.”

“I just –” Marcus stops himself for a second, breathing in slowly. “I don’t get why you can’t study for Heitzman’s exam tomorrow night. It’s not like you’re gonna spontaneously combust if you relax for one fucking hour.”

“That’s literally – no, Marcus, that’s literally rich coming from you. ‘Relax,’ what the fuck?” You bite out with a sharp laugh. Marcus Cooley, telling you to relax. That’s a fucking joke.

“Jesus, fine. Fine, I’ll stop asking you, annoying you, whatever. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go with the guys.” He relents, sitting himself on your couch, a thick layer of ice building between the two of you. He’s taken to acting like a petulant, whiny kid lately, and it’s exhausting.

“I’ll go to the next one Bryce has, okay?” You sigh, and Marcus gives you a curt nod. You feel your eye twitch in annoyance. “Seriously, I’ll go to the next one,” you persist, genuine this time, twisting yourself on the couch until you can lay your head on his lap. You nudge his knee. “Bitch, if you don’t answer …”

A smile cracks on his face.

“All right – but I’m holding you to that, understand?” He says, mockingly stern. “I’m gonna make you have fun if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

You grin when he kisses your forehead, laughing as he makes his way down to your lips. His own lips are chapped against yours, but you think you might like it.

Well, you think glumly. There are worse boyfriends to have.

-

It’s hours later and you’re in your room, two textbooks and three notebooks spread messily across your bed. You’re neck-deep in calculus when your phone vibrates for the umpteenth time for the night. You almost ignore it. Marcus and Sheri have been blowing up your phone for the the past hour, ranging from “bitch I know you didn’t make Marcus come by himself” to “bitch I can’t believe you actually made me come by myself.”

Tough love, you shrug to yourself. Only when your phone buzzes again do you look at it.

From: Mulholland Drive
U should seriously come I’m begging. Watch ur boy make a fool outta himself he’s tryna play beer pong rn lmao

You snort. Of course he is.

To: Mulholland Drive
pics or it didn’t happen

You look at your next message. The smile that slaps on your face is big enough to make you feel almost guilty.

Somewhat guilty.

Very guilty.

From: JoJo The Fool
where u at?

To: JoJo The Fool
At my humble abode

From: JoJo The Fool
I see ur boyfriend here, lookin lonely. U should stop by and join him

To: JoJo The Fool
Lemme take a wild guess and say

To: JoJo The Fool
u at Walker’s place

From: JoJo The Fool
ding ding!! u right

From: JoJo The Fool
seriously come over. bored without u. everyone’s left me

From: JoJo The Fool
acknowledge me or face the consequences

You laugh, typing out a quick reply before you can help yourself. And you literally can’t help yourself. Jeff is unnaturally kind. The type of kind that makes you feel bad for not being just as kind, if not more. Disappointing him is like metaphorically kicking a dog: it’s unforgivable and you’re probably going to hate yourself afterwards.

To: JoJo The Fool
needy bitch!! leave me alone lmao I’m studying for Heitzman

From: JoJo The Fool
ew stop. come over and I’ll help you study later. I actually have an A in his class

You lay your phone down. You’re not going to go, you tell yourself. You need to study. You need good grades. Good grades matter in life, parties hosted by an asshole don’t.

From: JoJo The Fool
guarantee I can get u white girl wasted in 30 minutes

Well, fuck it. There’s always tomorrow.

-

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
moi petite fromage I’m coming to bryce’s now. Sheri and Jeff wore me down

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
be excited I’m coming to play beer pong wit ya ass

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
hullo¿

-

The drive to Bryce’s house is quick and fast, your temporary lust for shitty beer getting the better of you. You park relatively close, and when you arrive past the gate, you’re greeted with shouts.

It’s ridiculously crowded. The lights are bright and glimmering off of the pools, filled to the brim with over-exposed bodies. You can practically smell the over-sexed teenagers.

“You came!” Sheri shouts, and you grin, taking her extended hand and letting yourself be pulled past the pool. You stop at one of many tables piled with beer.

“Well, you missed beer pong,” she exclaims over the music, grabbing a beer bottle and setting it in your hand. “But I know Marcus went in the house about fifteen minutes ago. Probably throwing up on Bryce’s rug right about now.” She titters, and you groan.

“Jesus, maybe I shouldn’t have come after all,” you snicker, taking a heavy sip. “Designated driver, once again.”

“What happened to getting white girl wasted?” A voice comes from behind you, and you roll your eyes as Sheri quirks her brows expectantly.

“Another night, Atkins.” You say. “Tonight, I’m stone-cold sober.”

He’s smiling at you when you turn around, and you feel something in your chest tighten by about twelve notches. He leans against your shoulder and grins, sparkling and bright, like the lights against the pool.

“I thought you came for me, now I’m just dissapointed.”

“Came for the beer, stayed for the boyfriend.“ You shrug, batting your lashes playfully. “Speaking of, I have to track him down before he blows all over Bryce’s house.” You take a mournful last sip from your bottle, giving it back to Sheri.

Jeff perks from next to you. “I’ll come with you,” he sets his own bottle down. “If he’s too faded then I’ll just drive you two lovebirds home myself.”

You raise your brows. “Sober enough for that, Atkins?”

“Three beers, max. I’m a sloppy drunk, can’t have people from school seeing that.” The smile he gives you is almost infuriatingly sweet, like he’s smiling just for you, and you want – god, for a second, you wish – that you could live in this moment for just awhile longer.

If you weren’t dating Marcus, the thought pops in your head before you realize what you’re thinking. If you weren’t dating Marcus, Jeff would

“Let’s go in the house,” you shout suddenly, almost shoving yourself out of Jeff’s reach. “To find Marcus. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Marcus.”

“Sorry, who’s Marcus again?” Jeff looks amused, and you roll your eyes. You ignore the part of you that wants to scrub away every part of your skin that’s come into contact with him.

You say your goodbye to Sheri and march across the lawn, Jeff following behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It feels like it’s boiling you from the inside out, and you decide to ignore that part of yourself, too.

You’re two steps into Bryce’s ridiculously large house when he takes your hand.

“Here, pretty sure he went into one of the guest rooms.” He pulls you to the left, and you try your best to ignore how sweaty your hand is. You try even harder to ignore that Jeff’s the reason why it is.

You just try to ignore.

It’s nearly empty in the house, most of the crowd outside, save for the few people lounging on the sofas and hanging at the kitchen bar. Those that are still conscious stare as you and Jeff make your way down the hall, smirks and sneers twisting their faces. You’re not entirely sure you want to know why.

The first door you knock on goes unanswered, the room empty when you open it. The next two consist of – surprise – hormonal teenage sex, which you’re only too glad to close the door on. The third isn’t any different, and you and Jeff stutter out the same apologies as the previous ones.

“God! Sorry, I’ll just, uh, leave. I’ll close the door–”

Jeff grabs your arm. “Uh,” he stops you, eyes wide and staring into the room. His face pinches in disgust seconds later, and you stop yourself from shutting the door when you realize exactly who’s in the room.

“Dude, get the hell out!” Nina Burbank shouts from the bed, breathless and moaning, but you stand there, watching your boyfriend plow into Liberty High’s head cheerleader.

Get out! What the fu –” Marcus begins to shout. To his credit, he manages to stop himself when he looks at you.

You’re staring at them – at him, and you don’t know what to do. You’re stunned. You’re disgusted. You’re vividly imagining him being run over with your car.

You decide to settle with just staring. It’s less embarrassing than trying to stutter out your shock and anger. Luckily, Marcus manages to do that for you.

“Shit – shit! This isn’t – no, baby, I swear I didn’t mean –”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You say suddenly, and he shuts his mouth with a tight, audible snap. You don’t stutter when you speak. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Jeff is ramrod straight from behind you, and you refuse to be embarrassed that someone else is here to witness this – this entire fucking mess.

You refuse to be embarrassed for something that isn’t your fault.

“Baby, baby – this isn’t anything, I swear to God. This is nothing –” Marcus practically throws himself off of the bed, and you throw your arms out when he makes a move towards you.

Don’t!” You shout, and he jerks back at the sound of your voice. You ignore the sharp burn of tears in your eyes, how hot they feel against your cheeks. “Seriously, get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck away from me, Marcus.”

“Baby,” he steps towards you again, his hands held out and his voice near pleading. “Let me explain. I can explain this.”

Explain this?” You scoff, and the laugh you give is manic and empty. “What the fuck? How do you explain having sex with someone else? Are you even listening to yourself?”

“This – just listen to me. This,” Marcus gestures around the room, and he’s shouting back now. “This happened because we have nothing. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you, and we have nothing.”

You nearly choke.

“We have nothing? What – what does that even mean? Are you … oh, my god. Are you seriously using us not having sex as an excuse? What are you going to say next, that I’m a – a what? A fucking prude?”

The answer you get is silence, and you feel your face burn.

“Jesus,” you bark out. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to listen to this,” Jeff says coldly and quietly from behind you, the first he’s spoken since opening the door. Marcus turns to him and spits venom.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Atkins!” He practically hisses, and you round on him. He doesn’t get to talk to Jeff. He doesn’t get to say anything.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” You shout just as Jeff says, “Calm down, man.”

“No, seriously, why the fuck are you even here, Jeff?” Marcus questions. “Just leave! Get the fuck out, this doesn’t involve you, man!” He screams and throws his hands towards the both of you, and you jut your head back in disgust.

“I’m not listening to this,” you turn and grab Jeff by the arm. “We’re fucking leaving.”

You still hear Marcus shouting even as you walk down the hall, practically dragging Jeff with each hurried step. The last things you can manage to make out are two simple words.

Fuck you.

-

“Are you okay?” Jeff asks as he pulls into your driveway, and you shake your head with a scoff.

“That can’t be a serious question right now, dude.”

Silence.

“I’ll go back there and kick his ass, if you want me to.” He suggests, and you snort. You could do that yourself, if you wanted to. But you know he’s being painfully genuine now, and you can’t bring yourself to say yes, please hurt him, bring one of your baseball bats if you have to.

You can’t bring yourself to say it, because you want to do it yourself.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll just wait until Monday to run him over at school.” You half-joke, but it’s empty. There’s silence again for a few minutes before you decide to speak. “I just – I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but … what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jeff says quickly, and god, you can hear the pity in his voice. “There was nothing you did that led to this. Marcus is just a – he’s just a dick.” He finishes lamely, and you laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s definitely that. It’s just … I mean, Nina Burbank?” You question, incredulous. “I’m worth more than fucking Nina Burbank.”

Jeff’s laugh is one of surprise.

You shake your head. “No, Jeff, I’m serious. He could’ve picked anyone and he chose Nina Burbank. God knows if I ever cheated on him, I would’ve chosen someone better than her.”

“Like who?” The questions is light and airy, a joke, but that doesn’t stop you from looking at him, eyes narrowed in contemplation.

“You mind being a rebound for the night?” You ask, your laugh mirthless and dry and god, you’re such an asshole. You shouldn’t even be joking about something like that.

You expect anything but the laugh he gives back to you, his eyes bright and his smile sweet.

“Well,” he begins, and the smile on his face turns even sweeter. “If it’s any consolation, you’d be my rebound, too. You’re …” He stops. His eyes soften, and you feel your heart stutter and stop in your chest. “You’re everything.”

“Stop.” You laugh, and you’re blushing, but Jeff shakes his head.

“No, seriously, you’re … god, I shouldn’t even be saying this right now.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re someone I’ve wanted to be with for … a while. And I mean, like, a while, and I –” He forces himself to stop, swallowing heavily. “I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Silence, again. The heat you feel in the car is sudden and rising, and you’re sure your heartbeat is audible.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask, breathless, and no. No, you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong, it’s too fast, it’s dirty, but you don’t care.

When Jeff says yes, you get the feeling that he doesn’t care too much either.

-

Your parents aren’t home, you tell Jeff, and you close your front door with a heavy bang and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Your kisses are blind and fleeting, traveling from his lips to his neck, and he stumbles to hold you against the wall leading to your kitchen.

It’s only when his hands rub over your chest do you truly realize you’re about have sex.

It’s nothing to be nervous about, you tell yourself in the midst of Jeff’s rough hands quite literally tearing your clothes off. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, it won’t be the last. It doesn’t even have to feel good right now, you just have to feel.

None of that stops you from literally gaping in shock when you feel him against you, because oh.

Oh.

Oh, holy fuck.

You know Jeff’s big – you know. But god, he’s bigger than anything you’ve ever had in your goddamn life and – holy shit. You can’t breathe, your chest heaving as he grinds himself against you, wanton and hot and excited. He whines. The heavy pressure against you is enough to have you feeling the beginning of the end, every nerve on fire and waiting for that wave of ecstasy to extinguish it.

You only burn hotter when he whispers in your ear, “I want you. Oh, my god, I want you.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s smooth and hard compared to the rough wall behind you, his skin burning with every touch, coaxing himself between your legs. He get what he wants, which is exactly what you want, and he doesn’t waste time.

He pushes himself into you, slow and delicious because god, god, god, he’s thick and long and fucking perfect. It hurts you, realizing how perfect he is, and you love it.

He’s breathing just as hard as you are, teeth nipping at your shoulder, and he bites down – hard – once he’s finally balls deep.

You’re almost positive that he’s licking the bruised skin, sucking harshly as he pulls out and thrusts back in, his exhales shakey and fast. He’s got one hand pulling your hair and another hand grabbing your hip, meshing yourselves together.

The slap of skin against skin is all you can hear, all you can feel, and god, it feels unbelievable.

There’s something almost violent in the way he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s going to leave bruises, you think faintly, and you smile lazily while he thrusts into you, each rough movement of his hips pushing you up and down the wall in small jolts.

You can leave bruises too.

-

It’s Monday and Jeff feels the scratches on his back sting as he takes his shirt off. They only vaguely hurt now, most of the cuts scabbing over and healing over the weekend. The bruises are different, though, he thinks with a smile. They’re like faded ink splotches against his skin, and he feels a twisted sort of satisfaction every time he thinks about it.

“Atkins, Jesus.” Bryce whistles once he catches a glance at Jeff’s back. “Who the hell attacked you?”

“It’s, uh, nobody.” He smiles faintly. He’s not about to say anything. Not now, when the locker room’s jam packed with every single male in Liberty High.

“Come on, Jeff,” he gets a nudge from Monty, and Zach grins from behind him. “Looks like one hell of a lay.”

“No, seriously. I’m not about to tell you guys –”

“Why not, Atkins?” Marcus’ voice overlaps his, cool and harsh, and Jeff feels his jaw lock.

He turns to look at Marcus and feels nothing but a heavy weight of disgust and anger in the pit of his belly. For a second – just a second, he swears – he fantasizes about landing a hard one right on his nose. The break would be clean and nobody would hold him back. He would probably get away with it.

He snaps out of his fantasy and sighs to himself. No. No, he wouldn’t.

So he settles for the next best thing.

“You really wanna know? Your girlfriend, Cooley.” He says, his voice loud and harsh in the locker room. It’s suddenly quiet. “Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize her handiwork.”

He slips his shirt on quickly and grabs his bag, shouldering Marcus roughly as he leaves. He ignores the sudden onslaught of jeers coming from the locker room as he walks out.

He finds you in the hallways soon enough, and he feels the smile take over his face before he can do anything to stop it. He doesn’t really want to stop it.

He grabs you by the waist and grins. “You know, I think I might have mentioned something about having an A in Heitzman’s class.”

You hum thoughtfully, pressing against him. It makes him feel warm inside. “That’s right. I think you also mentioned something about helping me study for his exam.”

“Did I?”

You scoff. “Don’t be cute, Atkins. Doesn’t really suit you.” You lean towards him, lips soft and just barely grazing his own.

Jeff grins. He can only just barely see Marcus from the end of the hall, and he decides, yeah, the bruises covering both of your bodies are well worth the look on his face.

it took me so long to write this i honestly should have broken this up into multiple parts lmao.  also i’m a slut for daveed diggs’ tjeff.

title: serendipity
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 4010 (WTF YA’LL???)

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“Late Night Conversations” R.MANTLE /Part Two\

Okay, hello my little friends! This is part two of “Late night conversations” 


You can find part one

here!

 


Idk if you interested but I was thinking of making LNC a series like ff. Tell me what you think.. 



IMAGINE ABOUT:

 

Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings.


ALSO A WARNING! IT’S A SMUT! (not for virgin eyes!) lmao just kidding


After questioning myself for a good ten minutes, I finally decided to put my shoes on and drive off to where Reggie wanted to meet up. I’m currently in my car, trying to ignore the goosebumps on my body from the lack of clothing I have on. I don’t even bother getting dressed, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

I must admit, I took a few wrong turns on the way because my memory absulutely sucks. The darkness of the sky and the silence of the roads makes my brain explode in thoughts shooting from left to right, expecially withouth anyone keeping me company. 

Despite the fact that tonight will be propably the most yelling-filled night I’ve ever had due to Reggie being an asshole, the only thing in my mind is the fact that I have a final exam in a few hours and I’m shitting myself. 

I finally start to see the old abadoned parking lot beside the theme park. I don’t remember the lights from the building on the inside of the beat down building on the side, but I ignore it. I drive closer to see Reggie’s car parked in the middle of the driveway, facing the park. All I see of him is the desperately pacing posture. 

I turn my music volume down and park a few spaces behind Reggie’s car. 
Anger starts filling my body, making me inhale and exhale strongly. I kill the engines of my car and tuck my phone into my back pocket, unclocking the door and sliding off the seat. 

Just as I shut the door. I see Reggie’s face light up, his hands running through his hair. I start to walk to him, seeing his fatigued body. His eyes seem to be puffy and red, his hair messier than usual, and his presence basically yelling out in exhaustion. His perfectly lined lips pout out, bringing my eyes to stare at them longer that I should. His black shorts and tank top hang off him, adding to his background. 

I walk until I’m inches far away from his body, staring up at his face. I feel like all the anger drained out of me. 

He doesnt say a word, but his hands slide around my waist and his face sinks into my neck, lifting me up as he turns us around. HIs arms hold me stronger and I feel a breath of relief escape his lips. 

If I say something, I might just confess how much I want to kiss his glossy pink lips, so I won’t. I keep my hands wrapped around his neck, allowing his heated body to comfort mine. 

We stand in each other’s embrance for a few minutes before our arms untangle from each other’s bodies. I fold my arms and start to look around, avoiding his eye contact. I lean against the hood of his car for support, feeling my chest clog down at the realization of this moment. 

I feel Reggie’s stare on my head and i turn around to see a sad smile on his face, his eyes blinking with tiredness. His hands go through his hair as a laugh escapes his lips “Shit,” he laughs again. 

It isn’t a funny laugh, nor a sarcastic laugh, it’s just a sad laugh, like the one you make when something tragic happens. It’s scaring me. 

“You see,” he smiles, shaking his head. “h-he fucking told me,” he stutters, another laugh escaping his mouth. 
“He told me not to fall in too deep with you yet look where the hell I am!” he paces shortly in front of me, turning around with every emphasis. “And fuck, I can’t even bring myself to regret it one bit.” he snickers. 

I maintain my silence, not knowing what to form as a response. What does he mean anyway? 

“I mean, it’s me!” he laughs louder bringing both his hands to my side, leaning them against the hood. “And you’re still here?” he mutters sadly, his words speaking into my lips. I see his eyes move to stare into mine, defeatedly searchig for an answer. 

“Reggie, you’re scaring me,” I finally find the courage to speak. I feel the tears forming in my eyes. 

“Hey, hey,” Reggie’s body shifts up detaching his hands from the car and bringing both to the side of my face. “princess, please don’t cry,” he shakes his head, worriedly looking at my face, “I don’t like seeing you cry.” 

I take a deep breath and bring my hands to hold his wrists, supporting them to my sides. “Say something, anything,” he begs.

“Tell my why you left.” I question. HIs face falls at my words, and so do his arms. His hands go down, laying them both on my shoulders before they fall to his side. 

“I can’t tell you that,I really fucking want to: but I can’t, you need to understand that.” he states, bringing his hands up for emphasis. 

“Then why are you ma–”

“Listen to me.” he interrups, stepping closer to the car to stand in between my legs. “Can we just forget about everything? Just for tonight.” he whispers, slowly inching his lips closer to mine. 

I instantly turn my face, regretting it the moment his lips hit my cheek. His mouth stays there for a few seconds, a tired sigh leaving his mouth. HIs head backs away and I turn mine back to him, looking down in shame. I can’t just let him kiss me without an explanation. I can’t let him kiss me and drown every single problem going on. 

“Don’t deny me your lips.” his forehead leans on mine. “Anything,but not your lips.” a small smile forms on his lips, leaning his head towards me a second time. 

I can’t say I don’t wan to just as much as he does. 

I bring my lips to his, answering his question filled expressions. A feeling of relief and warmth take over me and before I know it, my hands are tangled in his hair and my legs are around his waist. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” he breathes in between kisses, tugging at my lower lip. His hands travel down to my waist, rubbing the exposed skin. I tug at his hair harder, bringing his lips closer to mine as I leant backwards in my seating on the car. 

His hands tug at my shorts, leaving them just below my hips. I feel a squeeze around my waist, making me gaps. His tongue licks my bottom lip for etrance in which I grant, thinking it was impossible not to. 

A smile takes over his face, and so does mine. I can’t get over how incredible this feels. Just him. His presence alone is incredible, and to add on his lips kissing mine like this makes me unable to describe him with words. 

I keep kissing his softness, fastening the action. His lips don’t leave mine as a small chuckle leaves his lips before he bites my lower lip. 

My hands go down to his toned front, sliding my finger down to his waist, making his hold on me tighten even more. His lips leave mine as the attach on my neck, forging my lips to let out a barely audible moan. “Fuck,” I hear him whisper as his tongue rolls around my neck, kissing the skin harder. I tilt my neck to give him more access. 

I tug at his shirt, pulling it upwards from his back. His hands detach from my waist and for a swift second, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his toned torso and throwing the shirt to the side. I only have a second to reminisce the beautfilul moonlight shining off his naked upper body before he walks adjacently to me and reattaches his lips to my neck. I let my legs wrap around his waist once again, pushing him closer. 

“Off,” he rasped heatedly, tugging at my shorts. I do as he says without question, liftin my bottom off the car for him to tug it off aggresively, pulling it down to my legs and letting it fall to the floor. 

I feel a sudden shiver taking over my body due to the exposition of my legs. 
His fingers stroke down my thigs, slowing down my breathing. His kisses soften, leaving his lips on my neck long enough to drive me crazy. Small hot breaths come out of his mouth as whispered growls fall off his lips. 

Reggie’s heavy breathing becomes more evident as his face turns to me, a hungry look in his eyes. I blink at him innocently, knowing his lips won’t stay unaccompanied for long. Just in time, they come in the contact with mine as he shoves his hips to mine. 

His lips press lightly, ghosting over mine before gradually pressing his panting chest over mine. One arm arond escapes to my back, the other in my hair, Reggie keeps my head in place as his lips do their magic. 

It doesn’t take long for Reggie to fumble with my shirt, and I allow him to tug it off the way over my head, detaching our lips for a moment. I crave his touch every second he pulls away and I honestly don’t know whether it’s a good think or not. 

“You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now.” he breathes out, pressing his forehead to mine with a smile on his lips. 

I let out a chuckle, feeling at ease with his body this close to mine. His close proximity and build up height makes me feel safe. I pull his back with the waist of his shorts. A smirk form on his lips as he makes his way to mine, his tongue immediately asking for etrance. I grant his wishes, letting both massage over each other. 

I feel frustration ruch down my body and heat forming by the second in my lower region as his hans roam over my body, squeezing the side of my torso and shoulders. 

I wrap my legs tighter around him as his lips fall to my ear, placing a gentle kiss behind it. His lips go lower, kissing down my chest multiple times before they go even further. I throw my head back and let my hands support me as I lean them against the car behind me. 

Reggie’s large hands over my stomach,rubbing all over my skin until his thumbs reach my midriff, making my stomach sink for a moment. I love his touch, and I especially love when it’s on me. Oh how things would have turned out if I had left the moment he didn’t admittet to not wanting to talk. 

“You know I’m mad at you, right?” I breathe out 

“Mhmm,” he moans, ignoring my statement. 

I don’t hesitate before I bring my head back up and let my hands go straight to the hem of his shorts, fumbling with his waistband, mildly tugging it lower. 

His body stands in between my leg as his mouth ghost over in short breaths over my chest and back up to my neck. 

My lips brush against his, taking his lower lip in mine bitting down the skin.
Both his hands rush through my hair, tuggin near the roots. I put my hand on his crotch and squeeze gently. I feel his erection increasing underneath my palm. “Oh no, princess,” he smirks. “no toughing.” 

My head gets fuzzy at his words, feeling my wetness increase. “But–” I argue, a heavy breath leaving my lips. 

What did I say?” he growls, pulling my hair down with one hand, not using much force. His other hand falls to my waist, playing with the thin waistband of my underwear. 

I feel my breathing hitch at his touch as his fingers stroke my waist, gradually bringing his long fingers to run over my entrance, painfully slow. “Already wet for me, princess? i thought you were mad,” he smirks, tugging his hands in my hair harder. 

I moan loudly at his action, only to have his hand untangle from my hair and cover my mouth tightly. “There’s a security guard sitting inside that building right there,” he hisses. “so I’m gonna need you to be very quiet, alright baby girl?” 

I nod my head at his demand, not knowing that the hell’s taken over me to act like this. 

His hand strokes over my cloth covered etrance forcing me to roll my hips on his. His hand mover from my jawto my head, pushing it on his neck. I take his meaning, starting to guide my lips on his neck, kissing over the heated skin. I feel his member grow as he stands in between my leg. 

My brain doesn’t register any thoughts or screaming voices, not anything but feeling of pleasure as his hand slides my panties to the side, diving two of his fingers inside me. 

I let out an unconscious moan, throwing my head back as his fingers pump harder into my tightness. “Fuck,” I breathe out, hearing his soft grunts fall out of his lips. 

“Does it feel good, princess?” Reggie groans, continuing his movement. 

His tumbs reaches over the top of my etrance, rubbing gently as my hips grind into him. “Reg,” I breathe out unkowingly. 

My moans come out struggled and guttural the closer I came to my climax. His fingers move futher and faster into me as he feels my tightness. 

“Bite down my shoulder,” he demands. “you make one sound, I’ll take you right on this car, you understand?” 

I smirk at his words, knowing this is definitely a new side of Reggie I didn’t know. I gasp as I feel my climax getting closer. I bring my head to his exposed shoulder, letting my lips brush on the skin as he rubs faster. 

Silent moans leave my mouth before I feel my high coming through. I let out a breath before I command his demands, bitting down his shoulder as hard as I can as I finally come. 

“Good girl,” I feel his hot breath over my ear as he whispers, his voice shaky and a sense of frustration leaving his tone. 

His fingers pump into me a few more times before he pulls them out, sliding my panties back on their original place. He brings his hand to his mouth, cleaning up the juices off his fingers. It’s official, he’s a different person. 

I lean my head on his shoulder, breathing out heavily in pleasure. Both our bodies straighten up, loud gasps for air falling from our lips. His hand comes in contact with my head, bringing my face to his as he strokes my cheeks. His eyes meet mine, a certain light glowing in them. 

“Princess,” he sings “I don’t think you understand how much I want you.” he whispers, his face edging closer to mine. “I want you in every way a person can want another. I want all of you, every piece.” he grits. 

“Reggie,” I bring my fingers to touch his chin, inching it forward to look at me. 
you already have me. I’m yours just as much as you are mine. “ 


PART ONE 

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hey i was wondering if u could do a drunk confession thing with v and saeran please!! the first two where amazing 🐆it'd be great thank u i love ur writing

omg thank you so much lovely anon! ^^ I actually am quite mad at myself for not including these two because i love them lmao also holy crap its almost the choi bois birthday i need to do something for them 

a Saeran + V version of these  posts

Drunk RFA V + Saeran


V

  • This sunshine rarely gets drunk and is usually with Jumin when he is but tonight he is indulging himself in wine, surrounded with pictures of MC let’s say he’s not blind for this one
  • It sounds creepy and he knows it probably is but the growing love he has for her really cannot be contained at this moment
  • It has always been Rika who filled his thoughts but after all that’s happened he finally found peace within himself to move on and find his real sun
  • And that was MC
  • He learned to fall in love the healthy way and he felt really blessed that MC helped him throughout his journey
  • But is this man capable of being tainted by feelings of jealousy??
  • Yes
  • MC was on a date and he was feeling extra bitter that night
  • So when he was reaching for his phone, attempting to call her his eyes immediately widened
  • No he will not let her see him wreck himself like this
  • He still did it anyways
  • “V? What’s wrong are you okay?”
  • “Yes.. I’m fine”
  • “Why did you call? Should I come over? Is something the matter?”
  • “There is no matter but can you please come over?”
  • “I’ll be there”
  • When MC came, she was astounded by the amount of pictures surrounding the house and was more astonished by the man before her who reeked of alcohol
  • “MC my love” 
  • V hugged her tight 
  • He was being so uncharacteristical and she was confused until it registered in her brain what he called her
  • My love??
  • “V why are you drinking?”
  • “I am… displeased with myself”
  • “How come”
  • She held his cheek so tenderly V could feel his heart bursting with love
  • “I am such an unworthy man to have been jealous of your date today. I love you but it seems that I am too late”
  • “Oh V you were never too late. I only met up with him for a polite meal of gratitude, I was never romantically linked with him, it’s you I have my eyes on. I love you”
  • V felt so relieved and so happy he felt tears brimming his eyes as he kissed her so passionately
  • They spent the entire night cuddling and when morning came and their bodies were entangled with each other they felt so happy and content
  • Although V could feel a dull ache in his head, he was glad he remembered everything that went down last night
  • He was inhaling the scent of her hair as he pulled her close to him, never intending to let go

Saeran

  • Living with MC and Saeyoung was such a chore
  • But the only reason he was so irritated was because they acted so much like a couple
  • He couldn’t stand being in the same room when they were being so touchy and smiley with each other
  • One time it was movie night and they were pressed up against each other like some married couple
  • But it was only because Saeyoung had put the popcorn too far MC had to scoot closer to properly get some
  • It bothered him so much to feel this way so one night, he escaped the eyes of his brother to get wasted in some club
  • He was only there for the drinks though and had no intention of entertaining the girls who were sticking their ass out in front of him
  • When he came home, Saeyoung was ready to fight him about his whereabouts but he shushed him saying that he had no time for it
  • He was walking properly no doubt but he was drunk enough to be bold and confused
  • So instead of going to his room he accidentally stumbled to MC’s
  • Cue his face getting hot at the sight 
  • She was curled up between the sheets and had this cute bedhead
  • He walked towards her despite the mental protest and ended up kneeling beside her bed
  • Stroking her hair he felt yet again another churn in his stomach and a squeeze at his chest
  • “Why do you make me feel like shit and this shit actually feels good? I hate you, I hate you for making me feel this way, I hate you for your stupid face and stupid actions, I hate you for trying to make me feel better I hate you I hate you”
  • MC woke up to this string of I hate you mantras and when she found out Saeran was the one saying them she wrapped her arms around his neck and pullled him
  • He stumbled and toppled towards her 
  • “Let go you idiot I hate you”
  • “No you don’t”
  • “Yes I do”
  • “I know you Saeran and you tell me these things everyday, i know you don’t”
  • He could feel MC nuzzling her face on her neck and his heart started racing 
  • “Lay beside me”
  • Curse his drunken decision making he actually listened
  • He had his back facing her but she wrapped her arms around his waist and Saeran tensed up
  • “So… warm”
  • When he was sure MC was deep in sleep, he carefully faced her and had his hands on the small of her back, trying to pull her closer, wanting to feel more of her
  • “I… love you”
  • Unknown to him, MC was smiling against his chest
  • The next morning, they were met by the screams of Saeyoung
  • “My own brother?? and MC?? in he same BED. I feel so betrayed”
  • “Shut up” 
  • Saeran was having none of his brother’s crying and buried his face in the mess of MC’s hair
  • “You two didn’t even have the decency to close the door, God knows what I might have seen. Stop polluting my innocent eyes”
  • “Fuck off Saeyoung I feel like absolute shit”
  • MC felt really worried because she knows he had a drink last night 
  • “Do you want me to get you some advil?”
  • She was about to get up when Saeran pulled her back down and was fiercely cuddling with her
  • “Stay”
  • She giggled and pressed a soft kiss to his head
  • “I love you too”
  • He groaned knowing she heard him last night but he wasn’t really complaining
Your first time ♡ Grayson {smut}

Request: ‘’Can I have a Grayson smut imagine where it’s their first time; he’s being super sweet, he keeps asking if she’s alright and he’s being super gentle and adorable. Gahh I’m in my feels Lmao. Thanksss xx‘’

Response: Thanks for your request! ♡ Ah, I wanted to write this for so long! Whoever gets to lose her virginity to these angels is lucky as hell hahaha. Anyway, I hope you like it :)

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Grayson and you had been dating for over eight months now. He was eighteen and you were seventeen. You absolutely loved spending time with him and he always made clear that he loved spending time with you as well.

Most of the time you guys were together. Sometimes you went to the cinema or a chic restaurant, but most days you just stayed in, watched a movie and cuddled. He could never get enough of you. Tonight was one of those nights.

This evening it was Graysons turn to pick a movie, and he decided to watch Troy, one of his favorites. You were watching the movie as he kept playing with your hair and stroking your cheek, while constantly watching you. ‘Eh, I thought you wanted to see this movie,’ you laugh and look beside you.

Grayson has a dreamy smile on his face and his eyes are still focused on your hair. ‘Yeah…’ he says absently, but he doesn’t stop playing with your hair. ‘What is it?’ you ask. Instead of answering he shoves closer to you and puts a kiss on your lips, opening them with his tongue.

You’re surprised, but don’t pull back. You kiss him back, cupping his face with your hands. You thought he would eventually stop, but his kisses were getting deeper and rougher. A soft moan escaped your lips, causing him to grin. Of course you didn’t mind making out, but you didn’t really know where this was coming from. He grabs you by your waist and you change position so that you straddle his lap.

Eventually Grayson pulls back, reluctantly. ‘Wanna take this upstairs?’ he whispers out of breath. Your eyes widen. What was he up to? ‘Sure,’ you chuckle. Grayson lifts you up effortlessly while you put your legs around his waist. While he walks up the stairs he starts placing sweet kisses down your jawline and neck.

He holds you up with a hand under your butt while the other one closes the door of the bedroom. Grayson gently places you down on the floor and goes sit down on the side of the bed. He then pulls you closer while his hands are on your upper back.

You look down at him and he looks up to you so that his head is in his neck. Graysons eyes are filled with anticipation. Your hands are cupping his face again. You smirk at the fact that for the first time he’s shorter than you. Or it seems like it, in this position.

He doesn’t break eye contact while he smoothly slides off his shirt, revealing his toned torso and abs. You blush and finally realise what he was up to; he wanted to have sex with you. God, how were you always so naïve?

He looks up to you, asking for permission. You nod, biting your lip. He slides of your shirt too and the touch of his warm hands make you get a pleasant shiver.

He starts unbuttoning your jeans, but you place his hands on his arms. He stops, looking a bit confused. ‘Gray… It’s not that I don’t want this, but - you know - I’m still a virgin.’ Your words came out a little stammering and you feel your cheeks heating up. You knew he wasn’t a virgin.

And you didn’t really care about that, but you did care about the fact that you had no idea how to have sex or even the way to please a boy. And you sure as hell wanted to please him. But you had never done any of that stuff.

Grayson smiles and kisses your belly button. ‘That’s okay. If I’ll do anything you don’t like, don’t be afraid to tell me. Tonight is all about you.’ ‘Okay,’ you quietly say, smiling.

Step by step he takes off your clothes, leaving you only in your underwear. He couldn’t keep his eyes of you. After every piece of clothing he took off he stroked and kissed the place where your skin was naked now.

He kissed your whole body; your belly, hips, thighs… You liked that he did everything to calm you down and ease your nerves. He wanted to make you feel special, especially tonight.

Grayson takes his jeans off too. You can’t help but notice the bulge in his boxers. He takes it off, revealing his massive erection. Worrying about how that would ever fit into your small body, he helps you taking off your underwear.

You giggle at his shaking hands which are trying to open your bra. Finally he slides it off and he pushes you softly onto the bed, so that you’re lying on your back. Grayson climbs on the bed and hovers above you.

You feel very exposed and place your hands on your boobs, trying to cover them. Never in your life had a boy seen you naked like this. Grayson pushes your hands gently to the side.

‘Don’t cover yourself baby. You are absolutely beautiful…’ He looks down at you with a proud smile. You let out a nervous giggle. ‘I’m not.’ ‘You are,’ he assures you. He kisses the top of your breasts, which turns you on. 

You pull him closer and soon you’re having a heated make out session. You were complete putty in his hands. While his hard member is stroking your core, you felt yourself getting wetter with the minute. Grayson could feel it, too. He bites your lower lip and you nervously spread your legs so he could position himself between them.  

After putting on a condom Grayson hovers above you again, leaning on his elbows. ‘Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait, if you want. I would wait another ten years for you. I don’t want to just fuck, I want to make love to you.’

Your heart flutters at his words and you stroke his cheek. Oh, how you loved this boy. He smiled, but you could see that he was concerned. It was so obvious Grayson really cared about you. He never forced you into anything.

‘I’m ready, Gray. You’re the only one that I want to lose my virginity to. I want this.’ And after those words he places one last kiss on your mouth. He uses one hand to slowly guide the tip between your slicked folds.

At first you don’t think you can handle it and with closed eyes you gasp at the burning pain. He waits, letting you adjust to his size. He slightly strokes your cheek with his fingers.

Then he slid in more, going still very slowly until he was fully in. You feel yourself tighten up around him while he filled you all up. God, he was huge. You knew that the first time would hurt, but you didn’t know that it would hurt this bad. Grayson studies your face worriedly, his forehead frowned. He knew he was hurting you.

‘You okay? Do you want me to stop?’ Grayson asks caringly. You inhale deeply. ‘No no, it’s okay. Just be gentle…’ ‘I will, don’t worry,’ he says with a sweet voice. After some time the pain luckily starts fading away and you look at him. ‘I’m ready.’

Grayson nodded and he began thrusting into you, never taking his eyes from your face. He needed you to feel comfortable. But you felt more than comfortable; you felt amazing. The pain had slowly turned into glorious pleasure. He starts sucking your neck, trailing down to your collar bones.

You enjoyed every minute. It felt like your bodies were melting together, like your body belonged to his. You stroke a hand through Graysons fluffy hair while he kisses your lips again.

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‘Faster,’ you whisper into his mouth. Right after those words had left your mouth he starts picking up the speed, pumping faster. He still was very careful with every move he made, making sure he didn’t hurt you. He was worried you were too fragile for his size.

‘Grayson…’ you cried out his name. He had to know that he could let himself go, that he could enjoy it too. Everything felt so good; Graysons large hands touching your body, his hips pressed to yours, his husky breath in your neck.

You start clawing his muscular back with your fingernails, causing him to groan. ‘Good girl,’ he panted. You felt a heavenly sensation rushing through your stomach as Grayson grinded his hips harder to yours, pounding against your g-spot. You breathed heavily.

‘Oh, I’m close,’ you cry out. The sight of your closed eyes and bouncing breasts made Grayson slowly reaching his high, too. ‘Me too, baby. Look into my eyes when you cum,’ he demanded and you did as he said. Dirty talk made him ten times sexier.

After a minute you couldn’t hold on any longer. Loud moans escaped your mouth while arching your back. Every muscle in your body tensed as you reached your climax at the same time as Grayson reached his. He let out a long, deep moan, his body shuddering. His face was concentrated as he brought his pumps slowly to a stop to ride the orgasms as long as possible.

You couldn’t believe that someone could made you feel this good. Grayson pulled out and collapsed heavily breathing next to you. He stroked your belly as he pushed himself up with one elbow.

‘You alright?’ he asks. ‘I’m perfect. That was amazing,’ you say, turning on your side to kiss him passionately. ‘I’m glad. I love you so much,’ he murmured with a soft voice. Your lips curl into a big smile. ‘I love you, too.’

Testosterone Boys pt. 2

Reader x F*ckboi!Yoongi
SYNOPSIS:
An agreement of sorts is reached.
GENRE: Angst, Fluff.
WORD COUNT: 8.3k
PART 2 OF 2

(Second part to Testosterone Boys)

AN: the italics are a flashback lmao, just a quick head’s up! <3


Originally posted by kuromel


“I’m not playing, asshole. Give them to me.”  

Around this time is when people surrounding you guys including, Hoseok, Namjoon, and even Jimin started listening in on your conversation but you didn’t mind an audience. Oh no, you wanted the world to see you knock Kim Taehyung out cold.  

“I’m serious, babe. I don’t have your undies. I sure wish I did though, they were fucking adorable.”

“Alright, Tae. Humor me. If you don’t have them. Then who does?” You sighed. Your anger was at the back of your throat now and your fists clenched. You were sure your knuckles were almost white.

Taehyung laughed once again, bringing his fingers to your chin to turn your gaze to his.

“Min. Yoon. Gi.”


“What?” You scoffed, your eyes automatically rolling, “Yoongi doesn’t have my underwear. I just talked to him.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause, I handed them over to him earlier. Lord knows how badly he wanted those. That pathetic little crush of his. On you! Of all people.” He sighed.  

His words might have hurt you if you were actually paying attention to them. But no, he lost you at “Pathetic little crush”. Yoongi had a crush on you? Min Yoongi? The Min Yoongi who skipped classes, or showed up high, fucking girls left and right Min Yoongi? Could have fooled you.  

You felt your face heat up. Of course, he was gorgeous and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you’d never thought of him in that light but he wasn’t your type… Was he? Did you even have a type? And if you did, did fuckboy fall into that category?

“Aw, don’t tell me. You have a crush on him as well? The good girl falling for the burnout. How 2003 chick flick of you both.”  

You winced at Taehyung’s tone. What happened to the nice, good guy he came off to be? Was that all just a facade? And you didn’t have a crush on Yoongi, did you? I mean, yeah, he looked amazing tonight and yeah, a butterfly or two may have fluttered around your chest any time he was near you, but that’s not a crush, right? That’s just how you felt around Yoongi normally.

You vaguely remembered one of the first times Yoongi spoke to you. You’d known of his reputation because who didn’t? Not that it ever mattered to anyways. Honestly, you didn’t care if he slept around or smoked pot all day. That was his business and if he treated you with respect, then you’d treat him nicely back. Simple as that.  

It was your Sophomore year, nearly two years ago that you met Min Yoongi in your world literature class. Of course, he was failing and of course you were top ranked so it was a no-brainer to the teacher for you to stay after class and tutor him; everyday.

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Six Times Voltage Inc Tugged at my Heartstrings

I’ve been playing Voltage games for about four years now, and I have to say, there were moments in certain routes that made me Feel Things™. Generally, Voltage games aren’t really known for being cynical or overly emotional. Heck, their games, while having some mature content, mostly have an optimistic feel to them. However, there were some moments in particular that stood out to me—those scenes were written powerfully enough to shake me to the core.

I have to admit, it was difficult for me to select a few moments from hundreds of routes, but I tried my best to narrow it down as much as I could.

Disclaimer:

  • I limited it to one character per game to avoid repetition.
  • I haven’t played every Voltage game (or route for that matter). The moments I’ve chosen only come from the games I’ve played.
  • I didn’t include SLBP because I only started getting into it recently (plus I don’t know too much about the other lords to make solid conclusions about them lmao).
  • This is all my personal opinion, so that means you probably won’t share the same views as I do, which is cool (I’d actually appreciate it if you told me what your favorite moments were :D).

Anyhow, let’s begin! (long post below):


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Library Crush.

Jughead x Reader 

Requested:  -Anonymous said:
Hey! Could you write something about a girl catching the eye of Jughead in a bookstore or library through the bookshelves? And he, like, talks with her, flirting, all nervous and stuff (I’m fangirling as I’m writing this lmao) That would be great, thank you!

A/N: I hope you like it, it’s a little short.

Summary: You fight over a book in the library which results in Jug asking you out.

Words: 508

Warnings: Nada 


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I visited the library very regularly now, sometimes I didn’t even need a book, I just needed to see him, Jughead Jones. He was usually in the exact same seat typing away on his laptop, rarely did he venture the book shelves.

But today I needed to go to library to actually get a book for English, I walked in and was a little puzzled when I didn’t see him in his spot but I brushed it off and went to the shelves to get my book. I searched nearly a whole section before I found it, I went to grab it… and so did someone else… on the other side of the shelves.

“Hey, I don’t appreciate you trying to take my book.” I whisper yelled to whoever it was.

They laughed and the books on the shelf were pushed aside so the book thief could see me, a I could feel my cheeks get hot as Jughead, the boy behind the shelf shot me a smile. “Sorry sweetie but I think I need this book more than you.” He smirked and tugged the book we were both still holding onto.

I tugged it back, “And why would that be Jones?” I smirked back.

“Because I have an English assignment due tomorrow on it.” He chuckled and fiddled with his beanie.

“We’re in the same English class you doof.” I laughed and tugged the book more.

“I don’t think you are, I definitely would have noticed the prettiest girl on earth sooner if she was in my English class.” He smiled and winked at me, I felt my cheeks get even hotter.

“Okay but seriously Jug, I’m in your English class and I need to do well in this assignment, please.” I giggled pulling the book which resulted in him pulling back. “Jug please.” I looked away from him to keep my seriousness because his was smiling and I was melting.

He saw my seriousness and and has smile fell a little, “Okay, why don’t I take the book and do my assignment and I’ll be at Pop’s tonight so you can just stop there and get it from me?” He blushed a little.

“Why don’t I take it first?” I argued and tugged the book again.

“Because how I’m I supposed to buy you dinner if you’re just going to give me the book and leave.” He said all flustered, my eyes widened, did Jughead Jones actually just ask me out and idiot me nearly rejected him.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” I asked. He nodded slightly and the smile on his face grew.

“See you at six.” He chuckled and pulled the book, I let go this time and he gave me a cheeky grin, “Can’t wait.” He called as he walked out the library earning him shushes from every direction.

I stood there frozen and then I looked over to where he had been standing, I did a little squeal and ran off to go home and get ready.


Magic Kaito Chapter 34 Spoilers [English Translation] UPD
  • Kei: …comparing Kid to Buddha is a bit of a stretch, but it feels right anyway. <3
  • TN: Probably meaning is the other, but in this context mismatch word is used, and it has a meaning for an unequal competition. 
  • A: Geez… There you go supporting that thief again… Are you that eager to catch Aoko’s disapproving glare?
  • Kei: By the way, what’s up with Kuroba-kun? Don’t you usually go to school together?
  • A: Aoko went to his home to invite him… But he told her to go on ahead, as he wants to surprise…
  • [Kyah]
  • K: White… 
  • K: As I expected, white…


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Is That One Yours?

Prompt: Thanks to his larger than life personality, Anthony had no problems with getting along with your large Filipino family.

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x reader

Words: 970

Translations of key words/phrases in Tagalog:

Salamat po - Thank you (formal)

Magandang gabi po - Good evening (formal)

Tito - Uncle

Tita - Aunt

Gago - Crazy

A/N: Day 4 of the hamwriter’s marathon. So far, this is the hardest to write! The prompt was to “Celebrate your culture and where you are!” Well, since I am Filipino and live in the states, I decided to write about it (lmao wow, that was beautifully written, wasn’t it?) Thanks to @nesthemonster, who helped me with the idea (love you)! Anywho, hopefully you guys get a glimpse to what I have to endure being in a large Filipino family. I fucking love it. But at the same time, hate it.


Salamat po.”

“Magandang gabi po.”

You hide your grin behind your hand, watching as Anthony paced back and forth in your hotel room, reading the notecards in his hands.

“Your pronunciation isn’t too bad,” you say.

He looks up, beaming. “This is going to be so easy, Y/N. Your family is going to love me.”

You walk up to him and adjust his bowtie, a pretty plum color that matched your dress. Today was your Tito and Tita’s wedding anniversary and you decided to finally introduce your long-time boyfriend to the rest of your family. Family was a very loose term, considering that for Filipino people, any friend of the family was considered a part of it. While you may have thirty “Titas” attending tonight, in actuality, you only had five that were related by blood. But that didn’t stop any of them from prying into your personal life and giving you advice that you didn’t want or need.

“Ant,” you croon, wrapping your arms around his neck lovingly, “my parents already love you and that’s all that matters.”

He smiles, his arms coming down to the middle of your back to embrace you, and gives you a quick kiss. “I know, but I want to make sure everyone likes me. I want to impress them.”

“Yes, because that’s very hard to do,” you say, giggling.

“You know all about that, don’t you?” He smirks.

You flush and pry yourself away from your arms. “Alright, let’s go, gago.”


“Is that one yours?”

You groan when you see Anthony with the Titas, mimicking the simple footwork of a line dance. Your Mother, knowing that he loved dancing and being in the center of attention, dragged him over to learn line dancing, an art that your clumsy and uncoordinated self had never learned to do. He was a natural (of course he was), and his hair, which was down during the reception, was now pulled into a bun as he partied on the dance floor.

He starts to add his own touch to the dance moves, causing the Titas around him to laugh and cheer him on. To your mortification, when he began to dab, the older women began to copy him too.

“Unfortunately,” you grunt, sipping your glass of wine.

You weren’t kidding when you said that Anthony didn’t need to try hard for your family to like him. After the nosy stares and the constant introductions of Anthony to your family members (and the awkward moment where one of your male cousins tried to hit on him), the minute they saw his plate stacked high with Filipino food, he was welcomed with open arms.

You mentally giggle, remembering how the hushed whispers in Tagalog of how the “American” boy would react to the catered Filipino food were silenced when he took a heaping scoop of each dish. A Tito from the table clapped his back and proceeded to tell him what each dish contained and then shared anecdotes of his life in the Philippines. Your Father, who was seated at the table with your Mother, gave Anthony a beer in hopes of helping him stay awake through it all - Tito Boy was notorious for his long, drawn out stories.

You lost track of how long you were watching him dance, but when he stood beside one of the uncles to sing karaoke, you lose it. You leave your table and head to the front of the room, phone in hand. You record him butchering the Tagalog song and set a reminder to post it on social media later tonight. His fans would go nuts. After the song ended, he completely took over, singing and dancing to his groupies (the Titas he danced with) and encouraging other people to join him on the stage.

You shake your head, but couldn’t help but smile at the fool that you were dating. Your heart felt full, knowing that your family accepted and loved him.


Hours later, Anthony plops down to the empty seat beside you, wiping away the sweat on his forehead.

“Yo, your family knows sure how to party, Y/N.” he laughs.

You push his hands away and use a napkin to pat the sweat from his skin. “You had way too much fun tonight, Ant.”

He shakes Tito Boy’s hand and then kisses his wife on the cheek as they bid you two farewell. “Of course, it was a party! What was I going to do, sit around and watch people? Like you?” he teases.

“Remind me why I’m dating you again?” you pout, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Aww, don’t be like that, baby,” he coos, reaching over to pull you onto his lap, “you know I’m teasing.”

You continue to frown, pretending to be annoyed. When he brushes his fingers along your sides, tickling you, you crack, laughing and wiggling to get away from his exploring fingers.

When you finally catch your breath, you sigh and look down at Anthony, your chest tightening when you see the adoring look on his face.  “Love you,” you mumble, leaning down to press a soft kiss on his lips.

“Love you too, baby,” he whispers, arms tightening around your waist.

“Everyone loved you tonight,” you say after more of the family members approached you to say goodbye, smiling when they were shocked and impressed with Anthony’s “Magandang gabi po.”

“Good. Hopefully, they’ll all be there for our wedding anniversary party too.”

You pause, heart skipping a beat, and give him a long look. “How can we do that when we’re not married?”

“Not married yet,” he corrects, his hazel eyes twinkling in mischief.

You pepper quick kisses on his freckles. “You sound so sure of yourself, Anthony.”

“You said it yourself – I’m a pretty likable guy – I think I’ll find a way to convince you to marry me.”

You laugh and give him another sweet kiss, giggling when you feel him smile against your lips.

You didn’t need convincing – your heart was already his.

RFA HEADCANONS: Your First Fight~

I DELETED THE ANONYMOUS PERSONA QUESTION ON ACCIDENT I HATE MY LI- okay. Ima just paste what I have.

(Aha! Yes, thank you for the request. I haven’t done this yet, simply because I’m still new on tumblr :) there isn’t much I have done, really.

So, thank you again! Means so much to me <3 hope you like it.)

(OKAY SO I FINISHED THIS AND I REALIZED; CRAP IVE NEVER DONE A FIGHT THING LIKE THIS?? Plus I got tired. T_T Lmao, I’m sorry. These are kinda bad.)

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Yoosung:

While he was playing LOLOL, you decided you would get a head start on your homework.

Well, you haven’t really been paying attention to the lessons.

You knew nothing.

You probably sat there in silence for a good hour or so, before you just lost it.

Getting frustrated, you slammed your book shut, sliding it on the floor.

This gained Yoosung’s attention, so he quickly rushed over to you.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?”

“I CANT DO THIS SHIT.”

He’d get really scared because oh my god? You were screaming at him? What is he supposed to do?

“Oh..! Uhm..I can help you!”

“YOU CANT EVEN KEEP UP WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HOMEWORK, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.”

This..ohh, this was harsh.

You were too caught up in the moment to realize what you had said.

He started to tear up, but he tried brushing it off, just wanting to help you.

Still, he’d try to raise his voice..but just can’t??

“I didn’t know you felt that way, (Y/N).”

You looked over and saw the tears, and fELT SO GUILTY, P R O T E C T H I M.

“Wait..Yoosung, no..”

He’d probably try smiling, reassuring you that it was okay.

He legit picks you up, place you on the bed, and will just hold you in his arms for a while.

Then, once you’ve calmed down completely, he will actually help you with your homework.

~~

707:

Seven hadn’t spoken a single word to you all day. It was really starting to get on your nerves, but still, you tried to get him to speak.

He was trying hard to ignore you at this point, wanting to talk to you..but, he just didn’t want to continue getting close. He was scared of hurting you, really.

He would get up from his chair, going over to grab another bag of honey Buddha.

This is when you’d make your move.

You’d go up, and slap his ass playfully, just trying to get him to laugh, or make a remark..or something.

But he actually pretends to get all mad?

“Stop acting like a child, (Y/N).”

You’d feel a little hurt at this, because normally he was fine with it? So???

You’d raise your voice.

“Child? Luciel. You have been ignoring me ALL THE DAMN DAY? AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME THE CHILD?”

At this point, you would start tearing up a little bit.

He was fine with the yelling. He wanted you to get mad. He wanted you to realize that he was a terrible person, and that he didn’t deserve you.

But when you start crying?

His heart breaks.

He instantly regrets trying to ignore you, realizing that maybe it would be fine if the two of you were together.

He goes up, giving you a big hug.

“God.. (Y/N)..I’m sorry. It’s just..been a rough day, that’s all. I love you.”

“..I love you, too, Seven.”

~~

Zen:

The two of you were going on a date tonight.

Of course, it was really starting to dwell on you…that he is perfect. He’s handsome, and talented..and you’re just over here looking like a classy potato?

“(Y/N)! YOU’VE BEEN UP THERE FOR AN HOUR. ARE YOU COMING?”

He literally comes up there, just to see what the hell you’ve been doing this whole time.

You’re in there, trying to look perfect, but to you..it just wasn’t working out.

“(Y/N). You look beautiful as always, come on. It’s just another date.”

“Just another date?! What do you mean just another date?”

He’d widen his eyes, like ‘o shit, no.’

“(Y/N). You know that isn’t what I meant..”

“Then what did you mean, Zen? What is it? Dammit, can’t you just see I’m trying be worthy of you?! And you don’t even care?”

At this point, he gets pretty mad at what you’re saying.

To him, you are perfect? So?? The hell?

“Stop acting like that, (Y/N). You know damn well you’re worthy of me. If anything, we are deserving of each other. You. Are. Perfect. I will never get tired of you. I. Love. You. Can’t you wrap your cute mind around that fact?!”

Of course, he called you cute while trying to win.

And it worked.

You couldn’t stay mad much longer. In fact, you were never mad at him to begin with.

You say your apologies, and go on your date~

~~

Jaehee:

She never came home.

After a long day at work, you were ready to cuddle your beautiful girlfriend..but where she at, tho??

You were frustrated enough, and knowing that she was just over working herself again was enough to make it worse.

So, you had to drive all the way to her work place.

SHE IS SO TIRED, YOU CAN JUST SEE IT ALL OVER HER FACE?

“Jaehee. You never even called to tell me you were going to be late! I’m worried about you. Come home..you can fi-”

“(Y/N). I am busy. Leave me alone, please.”

MCSCUSE ME? (Reference. Ha.)

“What? Jaehee. I can tell yo-”

“I said leave me alone.”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t know what to do, so..you just run out.

She quickly realizes her mistake, and instantly gets up, and runs after you.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

“…what..”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

“Jaehe-”

“No, it’s okay. Let’s just..go home.”

~~

Jumin:


You had broken Elizabeth 3rd’s collar whole trying to get it off. It was an accident, but Jumin didn’t see it that way.

“Jumin. I said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll buy her a new one!”

“(Y/N), you know damn well I can afford one myself. I don’t care about replacing it. She’s had that collar forever! It must have meant a lot to her..”

“Exactly. It was old. The part probably wasn’t in good shape, an-”

“Jaehee never had a problem with it.”

You would feel your blood boil at this.

“Then why don’t you date Jaehee, then?”

“Idiot..you know that’s not what I me-”

“Oh, so now I’m an idiot?”

This is when he’d say something stupid like “I knew I shouldn’t get involved with women.”

AND YOU JUST?

UHM?

You don’t even try to fight back. You grab your purse, and you’re already going out the door.

Jumin quickly realizes his mistake, and while he doesn’t want to admit it..he needed you.

He would sigh, rushing over to grab you before you left.

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry, okay? We can get her a new one. Just..don’t leave me..”

~~

V:

He needed the eye surgery.

No doubt, you knew this pastel boy needed the surgery.

You tried to convince him..every day now. But, he never seemed to listen.

So, you go back to base one.

“V..I reall-”

“Want me to get the surgery? (Y/N). You’ve reminded me everyday. I appreciate that you care..but, please. I’m fine.”

You’d get a bit frustrated. I mean, you’ve been trying, and he doesn’t even give it a thought?

“You still love Rika..don’t you?”

HE WOULD TENSE TF UP.

“What..?”

“You love rika. Don’t you?”

“(Y/N)..”

“No. Answer me.”

He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to even respond. Did he love her? He didn’t even know, himself??

He sighs, not in the mood to fight with you, the one he truly loves.

“No. I don’t. In fact, (Y/N)..contact Jumin. I’m getting the surgery.”

(SQUEAL?)

~~

Saeran:

You two would be walking hand in hand around town, when an old friend called your name.

You’d turn around, giving your friend a big smile.

You feel Saeran’s grip on your hand tighten, as he gives the person death glares.

Your friend and you talked for a good 2 or 3 minutes, before they said “See Ya later.” and ooohhhh boy. Is Saeran mad when they finally left.

“Are you?”

“Wha-”

“Are you going to see that son of a bitch later?!”

At this point, you can’t help but just laugh. I mean, cute, jealous boyfriend alert~

“Probably not. I haven’t seen her for a long time. That’s just something people say, you know.”

“Hmph. I do- wait. Her?”

“Saeran. That was a girl.”

“But- they-”

“Oh my god. You actually- okay. ”

The two of you probably just walk in silence for a few minutes, before changing the subject, as if that whole thing never happened.

No Shows


ANONYMOUS Requested: 

Hii!!😊 can i request a yoongi smut where you two have been best friends for a long time and one time when he comes over for a sleepover things get heated? And also they are trying to be quiet bc of the parents? Thank you for taking your time for my shittt request lol💕


Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 1,673

A/n: You gave me freedom so dom!Yoongi it is lol. I’m still not good at writing smut but i hope you like my lame smut anyway lmao

Your name: submit What is this?


If you asked anyone where you can be found, chances are they’d say that you’re with Yoongi. To your credit, sometimes Yoongi is the one who could be found with you. You’d known each other since forever, you grew up on the same street after all. Ever since you could remember the Min’s had always been your neighbors, so it was no surprise that you’d click with their eldest son Yoongi. You went to the same school, had mutual friends, hung out together, shared food, slept in each other’s beds, and always had each other’s backs. You could say you’re best friends.

It was no surprise that Yoongi would want to spend the night at your place (again), there wasn’t really a plan for the night. Maybe you’d watch a movie or try to figure out the few secrets he hadn’t told you yet (if any really). The night was young and unwritten, anything goes.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You said as Mr. Min “Uninvited” Yoongi made his entrance.

“Oh shut up, (y/n), you love me.” He retorted. Fair point.

“I put up with you, dude.” He acted fake hurt at your comment. You chuckled a little, and just sat up in your bed looking at him expecting the plan for the night,       he was looking right back with the same expecting gaze.

“So? Are we just gonna sit here in silence or…?” You asked, half surprised that he didn’t have anything planned.

“Well, your choice tonight, kid.” ‘Kid’ he was only older than you by a few months.

“Let’s watch a movie, and please don’t fall asleep again or else.”

“ ‘Or else’ what are you gonna do? Beat me to death with a pillow?” He said with a dumb grin on his face.

“Bitch I might.” And with that, he settled on the bean bag next to your bed as you chose what movie to watch. About an hour later you heard a soft snore. Did he actually fall asleep? You looked over at him, and sure enough. He was passed out. Unbelievable. You called out his name,

“Yoongi…”

“…”

“You better wake the fuck up before I wake you up.” No response was given, so it was the greenlight to mess with him. You quietly got up from your bed and looked for markers. Before the ink could even touch his face, his hand grabbed your wrist. Yoongi opened one eye.

“Try it and see what happens, kid.” He was kind of intimidating if you were honest, nevertheless, you didn’t give in to his little threat. You tried to free your wrist, but he held on tighter.  

“If I let go, you can put that away and we can get back to the movie and no one will get hurt, got it?” He asked calmly. You nodded, and he let go. Big mistake.

As soon as he let go, you made a dot on his face with the marker.

“You’re fucking dead, (y/n).” He said, as he tried to grab you. You moved and climbed back on your bed, you could fend him off with pillows until he gave up. He followed, but before you were safe, he pinned you down. You’d been in this situation before, but it never was because you’d made him mad, and to be honest it was kind of funny to see him angry.

“Do you think this is fucking funny?” He asked, his tone aggressive. Oddly attractive if you were honest. You just nodded as a smile crept across your face.

“I don’t think this is very funny, (y/n). Say sorry and I’ll let you off the hook this once.” As if you were actually going to apologize. Over your dead body.

“Make me.”

His face got closer to yours, you could see he really was mad. However, that didn’t matter as soon as his lips met yours. Just like his aura, the kiss was aggressive and heated. He bit at your lower lip, making you gasp. He used that to slide his tongue in your mouth. He sat back, breaking the kiss. His eyes, eyeing you with lust. You laid there, deciding whether to face him or not. You, too, sat up. He looked at you expectantly, and you didn’t quite understand it.

“Are you going to just sit there?” He asked, clearly irritated at your lack of response. He motioned for you to straddle his lap, and obediently you did. You could feel his bulge pressed firmly against your clothed core. The mere thought making you wet. You moved your hips a little unintentionally, causing Yoongi to hiss. One of his hands held your hips to keep you in place, the other found its way to your hair balling it in his fist. He kissed you again, harder this time. Now that he had better control of you, he pushed up against you and pulled lightly at your hair. You put your hands on his chest, and you could feel his rapid heartbeat. Nearly as fast as yours. He continued his thrusts up at you, his kiss never losing intensity.

Suddenly, he pulled away. An obscene string of saliva connected your mouths briefly, both of you out of breath. He looked at you waiting for approval to go further. You tugged at his t- shirt which he promptly took off and tossed somewhere in the room. You shirt followed, as soon as it came off, Yoongi noticed your lack of a bra.

“Naughty girl.” He purred into your ear, sending a tingle through your body. He dipped two fingers into hem of your shorts, “Take them off.” You did as you were told, and for the first time, you were completely naked in front of Yoongi. You heard a silent fuck leave his lips. You tried to cover yourself, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“I could stare at you forever.” He said, as he sat at the edge of your bed. “Come here, kitten, I want a closer look.” He extended his hand out to you, you took it and he pulled you in close. Kissing your collarbones, down your chest. He cupped one of your breasts while his mouth explored the other. He bit softly on your nipple, eliciting a moan from you. His hand covered your mouth and he brought you down to kneel in front of him.

“You have to be quiet, kitten. Your parents are home and we wouldn’t want to get caught now, would we?” You shook your head, it completely slipped your mind that your parents were right downstairs. Needless to say, you’d be dead if you got caught now. He let go of your mouth, and brought in for a short kiss. He stood in front of you making you scoot back a little. He took of his jeans and boxers, soon they too were thrown somewhere in your room. He sat back down on your bed and stroked himself a little while looking at you.

“Such a pretty girl, aren’t you, (y/n). Are you just going to watch, or are you going to be a good kitten and help daddy out?” His voice like velvet, it sent a shiver through your body. You moved forward until you were between his legs.

“No hands.” He said, as he gathered your hair into one of his hands. He guided your mouth to the tip of his dick, you gave him kitten licks at first. Then you ran your tongue from the base to the tip. He tightened his grip on your hair, he was growing impatient. You took him in your mouth, he pushed your head down slowly, until you gagged. However, he didn’t let go. You swallowed around him, and he let out a barely audible moan. He eased his grip a little, and let you breathe. You looked up at him, you could see the ever-growing lust in his eyes.

“What a good girl.” He praised, he guided your head back down and held you in place as he shallowly thrusted into your mouth making you choke a few times. His pace got faster and messier, you could tell by his breathing that he was close. He stopped and raised your head again,

“Can I cum in your mouth, princess?” He asked, his tone calm but his eyes screamed desperation. You nodded quickly and took him into your mouth once more. He wasted no time getting back to where he was, his thrusts were faster than before, however, they got slower and lower as he was getting close.

“(Y/n), I’m so close babe.” He moaned, louder than he was supposed to. You dug your nails into his thigh. He was being loud and that was dangerous. He hissed, and thrust into your mouth, hard, making you dry heave. He balled your hair, and pulled on it making you moan around him. It was just enough to send him over the edge. He released his seed into your mouth, the taste wasn’t exactly the best. He rode out his high, until he collapsed backwards on your bed. His breathing was ragged and heavy. You watched him, oddly satisfied. As soon as he caught his breath, he sat up and looked at you. His essence was dripping from your mouth onto your chest. He reached for his phone on the side table.

“I could see you like this forever. You’re truly beautiful, (y/n). You know that?” He said, his tone sweeter than you’d ever heard it, as he took a picture of you.

“Erase that immediately, Yoongi.” You said, suddenly bold.

“Oh? Are you making the rules around here, kitten?” He really was good at the intimidation game.

“It’d be such a shame if the boys saw this don’t you think? I bet Jungkook would drool every time he saw you. Maybe they’d want a turn too. What do you think?”

You said nothing, he would do it and you knew it.

“You’ve been a good kitten, maybe next time daddy will reward you.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fic where Jughead goes to Veronica for sex advice haha just thought it would be funny

Lmao sure let me try it out.
****

Jughead had been planning this night for months, he wanted everything to be perfect. She deserved it, Jesus that girl deserved it.
Betty Cooper had stuck by him at even his worst times , with his father, with the Serpents and when he completely lost himself, she made sure that he knew he was never alone and he would never be able to repay her for that. But he could try. He could make tonight perfect, make their first time everything she’s ever dreamed of, there was only one problem.

He had no clue what she dreamed of.

That’s what brought him to the incredibly uncomfortable position that he was in right now , sitting across from Veronica in a booth at Pops while she whispered as if this was some stealth mission.

“Betty is sweet and soft and she’d want her first time to be filled with candle light and gentle touches, treat her like she’s some priceless artifact. Very few touches just a whole lot of caressing.” Veronica nodded knowingly, talking her fingernails against her milkshake

“Oh and you know how quiet Betty is, don’t say too much. You’ll scare her, just let her enjoy the moment. She might cry, this is a very big moment for a girl, you have to just let her cry.”

Jughead shook his head
“I know how sweet Betty is but when we.. ya know fool around?” He winced at the phrasing author in training my ass “Betty is pretty passionate, I don’t know if she’d..”

Veronica cut him off
“Trust me, I’m Bettys best friend, I know exactly how she wants her first time to be.. every girl wants the same thing Jughead.. oh my god I can’t believe it’s finally happening, you two are so gonna get laid” she clapped her hands and grinned at a bright red Jughead, sinking lower into the booth. It was gonna be a long night.
****

“And can you believe that monster just jumped out of the bushes, I didn’t even see it coming” Betty rambled excitedly as they reached Jugheads trailer, his arm draped over her shoulders as he smiled lovingly at his girlfriend.
Betty pushed through the front door still going on, pulling her coat off and throwing it on the couch

“Oh! And then..” her words died on her lips when she the inside of the trailer.

The whole room was lit up, fairy lights and fake candles littered the room and it smelled suspiciously like vanilla, there was Betty’s favorite blanket on the couch and a speaker set up.

Betty looked up at Jughead with watery eyes and heartbreakingly beautiful smile on her face.

“Juggie..” she whispered

He smiled shyly, throwing his beanie to the couch and walking towards her
“I want this to be perfect, I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you and I know you deserve more than a trailer but…”

Betty cut him off as she pressed her lips his
“It’s perfect.. its everything.” She choked, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down onto the couch.

It started Off gentle, jughead biting back his moans as Betty’s tongue worked magic, but then it shifted, Betty straddled Jughead, her hands pulling his tshirt off as she sat atop him waiting for the favor to be returned. He was hesitant, his hands hovering. Remember what Veronica told you, go slow, don’t touch just caress.

Betty stared down confused
“Do you.. do you not want too.. did you change your mind?” Her arms came across her chest defensively hiding herself away.

Jughead shook his head, prying her arms free
“No! I do! It’s not that! It’s just.. Veronica told me to go slow, she said..”

Betty let out a bark of laughter before quickly covering her mouth with her hand
“I’m sorry, you asked Veronica about our sex life?” She giggled again, looking down as her boyfriends cheeks reddened

“I just wanted it to be the way you wanted, and who knows you better than Veronica?” His hands dropped to her waist as he gazed into her eyes.

Smiling softly, Betty placed her palms on either side of his face
“You do. Jughead jones, you know me better than I know myself.”

He released a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding, before he placed a lingering kiss to her lips , she whispered against his ear

“I’m yours Juggie.”

That was all it took, her shirt was off in seconds flat and he had her lifted in his arms, stumbling through the kitchen and slamming against the wooden cabinets.

Sure maybe Veronica’s idea of the perfect first time was perfect for her, but for Betty? Jughead knew just what she liked.

The Labyrinth Chapter 25

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 2.3k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.

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